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The Class of '99 Never late. Always on time. Delaware, Delaware Ninety-Nine. But talk about your farmers When we first struck this island Our class is a queer mixture We did not do a thing A happy lot were we, Of everything in view To the one who asked the teacher But now just look upon us, For we have got the farmers Where to find the small bee's sting. And tell us what you see. And a couple of Sheenies too. Of course our life is full of fun. There's Brennan, Burke and Eastburn And then we've got some preachers' sons. But not without its sorrow, Megee and Nivin too, Some boys who have taught school, For we have always got to get And Harrington and Wilson But there's not one among us, Our lessons for to-morrow. Left 'fore two years were through. Who could be called a fool. As this is all I have to say, But then to reinforce us " Ikie do you know your Latin ?" I guess I'd better close. The Vicker's brothers came, Is a monotonous cry, And say goodbye and McCabe, and even Marshall, Which is always heard at 12 o'clock Wish that God will bless all those, Returned and did the same. But Ikie says ; " Not I," Who read this Annual. Purty Girls Of all the queer, queer critters, Then sometimes an angry frown, From dodgers to co'n fritters, All the way from chin to crown, Purty girls are queerest. Distorts their purty faces; But again jes bear in mind, And again, afterwhile, when They can make 'emselves so kind They greet you so kindly, then That then, they prove the dearest. They jes serpass the graces. Whether they may smile or frown, Help you up or cast you down, Men will love them for all that. Sometimes they may be tryin' And make you feel like cryin' But who stops to think of that ? E. L. S. '96. 96 Life Evanescent Shimmerings I Love Life is not more than a fragile bubble How sweetly the sun shines in Southern I love too, to be loved Sailing o'er a sea of trouble. Spain, All loving praise And while floating on some tropical sea As it falls 011 the walk with golden gleam ; Seems like a crown upon my life to make It may be ta'en away from thee. Bathing the tower built on the Spanish main, It better the giving than to laise With a light not less bright than Heaven's Still nearer to my own heart you take. It may survive the winter's driving hail, beam. I love all good and noble sounds, And the cold North winds angry wail. I heard one speak of you but lately and foi But when you think your ship so staunch and When Fancy wafts us on her soaring wings, days true, Over seas and o'er leas spread far and wide, Only to think of it While stern, pitiless Fate bodingly sings, It may quickly vanish with you. My heart was stirred Of the pain and the rain we must abide. In tender memory of such generous praise. The heaven-given spark may cling for years, Years full of sorrow, pain and tears. What is finer than Beauty's golden sheen, I love all those who love you Then it will sail off like the winged seed, As it gleams in the dreams of sweet sixteen; All who owe comfort to you Carried far from the parent weed. And what is sweeter than Fame's stirring And I can find regret for those poorer hearts song, E. L. S. '96. Who once could love you As it waves o'er our graves when dead and And can now forget. gone ? Will you be jealous ? Wbat Comes to ALL What fires the knight more than his lady's Did you guess before ? tears, I love so many things A mortal's stay on earth hath five stages, As he goes down the rows of cavaliers; Still you the best Given to churls as well as to sages. When he charges under chivalric laws, Dearest, remember I love you more, Oh Infancy, childhood and youth's flaming page, For great name, for fair fame and earth's more. Complete manhood and impotent old age. applause ? A thousand times all the rest. E. L. S. '96, E. L. S. '96. (Found among the scraps.) 97 The College Man's Life. Defoe, in all his novels, Can ever such a man or boy, All the trials, tribulations, Ne'er pictured such a sight Do any body good? Past, are now as light as air, As we presented on the morn, Ah! Yes, indeed, I answer, And the world bows down before him ; After a sleepless night. You're blessed right he could. College boy, so bright and fair. Each member of our little class Oh! You don't seem to understand, Nothing dares to stand before him ; Had lain, and thought of home Your mind is surely dim ; He is master over all; And of the many trials You see he always has opposed We will surely hear more of him, Through which he had to roam. The class next under him. He will answer well his call. Late in the silent evening, I^et them, therefore, touch a Freshman, Naught can man do but respect him, A fearful shriek was heard ; Who on his work has just begun ; He who has his duty done, In vain, our fellow Freshman, You may surely wager money, He upon whose brow are shining Pleaded and demurred. That there's going to be some fun. All the laurels he has won. At last he is a Sophomore Last class of all he's now attained, U may think he is conceited And straightway has begun Now watch and see how straight he walks, As he walks with stately tread, To thrash the feeble Freshman See the lower classmen sneaking But I tell you you're mistaken, And wet him just for fun. From the region where he stalks. As he's just about to wed. Well! well! who would have thought it; Even noble Juniors fear him, As the years go flying onward, I don't quite comprehend And the Sophomores from him shrink, And his family's growing too, How, he, the cruel Sophomore, And the Freshmen hide their faces He's thinking of his college A Freshman could befriend. When of him, they even think. And his boy who's going through. Ah! let me now explain it, Qracious ! What a fine young fellow, Little cares he now for trouble, And I will try to show That's our son, from college home, As his boy stands at the head How, this, once brutal Soph can After all his trials and troubles, Of the class, with which he entered, To a noble Junior grow. After all his lessons known. And which he has always led. Remember, he was smarting Every boy, of course, is proud From the treatment he'd received, As he hears his father say, When he first soaked the Freshy, 44 Son, come out and take a good look By whom he'd been relieved. At the farm you'll own some day." Ever and anon he was Waiting for a chance To tease, the harmless underling, And make him sing and dance. A Distinguished Trustee OHN M. CLAYTON was at one time a trustee of in his selections from the great English bard, whose Delaware College, and was a regular attendant 011 works he seemed to have at his tongue's end on all oc- the meetings of the board. casions. When he spoke in Wilmington after the death The writer remembers well his robust figure, white of General Taylor, whose Secretary of State he had been, head, black eyebrows, pale face and genial expression of he began his touching tribute to the memory of his countenance. He was fond of the boys and talked to lamented chief, by a quotation from Macbeth : them in a kindly, affectionate manner. It was a treat to —" Duncan is in his grave ; hear him speak, for he always spoke with so much ease After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. and grace. Whenever he made a speech at some place within convenient distance of the college, the students Few men excelled Mr. Clayton in that style of ora- were accustomed to turn out in force and greet him with tory characterized as the suaviter in modo. He soon had enthusiasm. On one 22d of February he delivered an his hearers in perfect sympathy with him, and led them address at New Castle and pronounced a beautiful and along easily; seeming to be as much delighted with them glowing eulogy upon Washington which stirred his large as they were with him. audience profoundly and elicited unbounded applause Delaware does well to be proud of the name and fame from the college boys. For many a day thereafter they of such a man, eminent as he was in the councils of the repeated some of his eloquent expressions. He was apt nation, and excellent in the discharge of his duties as a in his quotations from the poets and was especially happy citizen. 99 One of the Early Presidents firl) HE Rev. E. W. Gilbert, D. D., who had the honor thoroughly digested and assimilated that he could com- 1 of being president of Delaware College twice, was mand it at a moment's notice.