JUNIOR CLASS POEM Here's to the Juniors of Old C. C.! We're as jolly and as happy as can be: When once you hear our laughter, And the noise of youthful chatter You can't help but have a sense of jubilee. For wisdom we can't be beat. We're the brightest that you ever will greet: And I'm sure you would agree If all our "A's" you'd see, We're the sort that professors like to meet. We're not wild—but we are game, Never would we mar our name. We are the pride of old C. C., And ne'er slothful will we be, For we're destined for great Fame. Asfor talents we are just fine, We are found in every line. Orators, players and great athletes, While on the stage we can't be beat, And our singing's sure divine. So, Hail to the Class of'24! Our equal you will meet ne'er more. When the next year rolls around We shall each one have a crown? And be ushered with triumph through the old College door. LUCINDA CASKEY. 36
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