1917 Cedrus Yearbook

19 Help Yourself TO THE FRESH1ES To this good mlvice, lit Ile Presides take heed, These rules of conduct, wee kiddie's will need . Be seen and not heard, my lecture's begun, Before I have finished, I will not have done. Never skip to your classes, walk ever you must, Jumping rope bores the Seniors, and raises the dust. Wash your hamIs and your faces, 'fore coming to school, Don't forget book or pencil, eraser or rule. Leave your dollies. and marbles, and building blocks home, Lest a sly thievish Soph'more will ask for their loan. Your little milk bottles, you may have if you wish. Be careful to leave them where the milk will keep fresh. Be polite and respectful when Seniors you see. Be good little Snookums, as Presides should he. TO THE SOPHS. Now my friends, I lw Sophs; it will be your turn, You are still young enough from your elders to learn. Don't think because you are one yen r old, There is nothing at all you can't be fold. Don't swagger or strut,0 Sophomore, Or don't be bashful and look at the floor. Don't tell teachers how class should be run, Remember your college life is only begun. Don't romp with the Presides, such things will not do. With infantile pranks and pastinws you're thrum, With the Seniors or Juniors don't follow along: You're not wise enough to mix with that throng. Just stick to your knitting and work every day And all good things will be coming your way. '1'0 THE JUNIORS You Juniors all think from advice you are free. Just forget that idea and listen to me. We grant, of learning, you've got a great much, But still there are a few points which I might touch. Don't ape the big Seniors in gesture or way; Be original in all you do and say. Don't be a bluffer, whatever you are. A bone-head or loafer is better by far. Don't dress in apparel extreme or absurd. Your clothes may be looked at, but they're not to be heard. Don't try to flirt and think you are bold. "Tis best to be modest, by our parents we're told. See that your work is ever well done; It's the surest path that leads to Room I. TO THE SENIORS To you,aged friends, now must I talk. At lectures or rules you generally balk. A Senior is mighty and thinks he is it, But even at that I will say just a bit. Don't laugh at the Freshies and call them all slow; You'll be one next year, if to Oxford you go. Don't think you are Master of all you survey, It's only a snob, who will act in that way. Don't lord o'er the younger boys and the girls, 'Twas not long ago, you lisped and wore curls. Don't look so serious, or talk so low; Such beastly habits, upon one grow. Don't loaf all the time, now your course is most run, But be able to say, "My task is well done." 88 17