At every tutor's meagre ribs, Whose coat-tails whistled by; But when the Greek and Hebrew words Came tumbling from their jaws, The copper-colored children all Ran screaming to the squaws. And who was on the catalog When college was begun ? Two nephews of the President And the Professor's son. ( They turned a little Indian boy As brown as any bun. ) 0 1 how the seniors knocked about The freshman class of one 1 They had not then the dainty things That commons now afford, But succotash and hominy Were smoking on the board; They did not rattle round in gigs, Or dash in long tail blues, But always on commencement days The tutors blacked their shoes. Long Wave Our Flag. (Tune, "Old Folks at Home." Pat's Pick, page 83.) Come, let us join in glad hosanna, * Bharvt. Earnest and clear; Greeting with song our lovely banner, Pride of our country dear. Praise to the brave, who, nobly daring On land and sea, Gave their heroic lives in sharing All for the flag of the free.