&oug of tlrr Qtlu.拢Hit.s Ttme路-"Good Old Sttmmcr Time." \Ve came to dear Moscow One day in September To begin our Freshman days. We studied our Latin, For we dreaded our x's, In the good old Freshman days. We worked late and early, We were always in a hurry In a dozen different ways, For we had no time to fool around In our good old Freshman days.
In the warm months of spring We'll go out to sin~, In the dear old J umor way; And though we're not grads, \Ve start all the fads, In the dear old Junior way. We are the bright lights, We arrange all the big fights; When we speak the planets sway, And we make the world to go round, In the dear old Junior way.
Jn the good old Soph'more days, Jn the good old Soph'more days, Learning how to lolly-gag And such naughty ways. \Ve take a course in campustry Or something else that pays; I tell you things are doing Tn the good old Soph'more days.
Jn the grand old Senior class, In the grand old Senior class, You'll hear the gentle murmur then, "I wonder if I'll pass." They stand around with a long-drawn face Awaiting time to pass; But how they flaunt their caps and gowns In the good old Senior days.
ID4t ioolu &oug Boola-Boola, Boola-Boola, Boola-Boola, Boola-Boola, And we'll rough-house old Pullman Till she hollers Boola-Boo! Rah I Rah! Osskee Wow-\Vow, Whiskey Wee-Wee, Holy mucky-eye, Holy 'Varsity, And we'll rough-house old Pullman Till she hollers Boola-Boo I Rah! Rah I ISO