THE ALUMNI JOURNAL. 



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Morello's, No. 2 West 29th st., New York, on 

 Tuesday evening, May 7, 1895. 



Moved, seconded and carried, that present 

 Committee having in charge the matter of ban- 

 quet, be continued in action. 



Visit to Squibb' s Factory.— Owing to the 

 nearness of the end of the present term, and 

 the apparent sentiment of the Class against 

 making trips at this time, when amidst the 

 necessary preparations for examination, etc., 

 after presenting matter before the meeting, on 

 motion, seconded and carried, it was decided to 

 defer visit until after examination. 



Meeting regularly adjourned. 



Thomas Philson Heffley, Sec'y. 



EXECUTIVE COMMITTEE MEETING. 



AT a meeting of committee, held at the Col- 

 lege Friday evening, April 12, 1895, in addition 

 to other business transacted the following sub 

 committee wns appointed by Chairman Zeh : 

 Committees. 



Invitations — Messrs. D. E. Brown and Wm. 

 M. Kerr to be included in the present commit- 

 tee having this matter in charge. 



Floral Decorations — Messrs. James D. Carter, 

 George E. Manville and J. I. Bailey. 



Ushers— Messrs. F. P. Bannon, H. B. Fergu- 

 son and Thomas P. Heffley. 



Badges — This power was vested in the "Com- 

 mittee on Ushers." 



Programmes — Messrs. F. P. Bannon, F. L. 

 Chambers and D. E. Brown. 



T. P. Heffley, 

 Secretary Executive Committee. 



OUR college. 



In papers we ofttimes will read 

 Of colleges that take the lead. 

 There is one, though, not far away, 

 Is led by none up to this day. 

 I have traveled both East and West, 

 And know the colleges held as best. 

 For ten years have wandered forth 

 Over the South and over the North — 

 Yes, over the isles of the sea. 

 Where ship or rail could carry me — 

 But never have or expect to find 

 A college conducted more to my mind. 

 With ample room and light displayed, 

 •For each department of the trade, 

 And, what is rarer far to meet, 

 Kindness and courtesy compleie. 

 The professors all are highly skilled, 

 And each department amply filled. 

 From Chemistry, with its course complete. 

 Then Botany, with its Herbarium so neat. 

 Materia Medica, with crude drugs at hand, 

 And its Museum the finest in the land. 

 Departments of Physics and Pharmacy, I de- 

 clare, 

 Cannot be equaled anywhere. 

 The degree it gives is Ph. G. — 

 Not only that, but now P. D. 

 Its graduates are now no longer few, 

 It includes prominent men, and ladies, too. 

 Then as year sueceedeth year, 

 May fortune show her favor here. 

 Then the N. Y. C. P., we can say, 

 Will always lead and reign for aye. 



You may choke me off with quinine, 



You may frighten me with squills. 

 You may try to overcome me 



With your tonic and your pills; 

 But I'm stronger than you doctors, 



Though for miles extend their fame. 

 I'm a little " grip " bacillus, 



And I get there just the same. 



Oft is a cheerful countenance 

 Mask of a soul forlorn, 



And Wells' russet leather shoes 

 Now hides an aching corn. 



"f was in the fall of '93 



When first the college we did see. 



Listen to my tale of woe. 

 Fellows from most every State 

 All came here to graduate, 

 And 'tis ot them I'll now relate 



My sorrowful tale of woe. 



Chorus. 

 Hard times we've had 'tis true. 

 No wonder some are feeling blue, 

 But our mission here will soon be through — 

 Too true, too true. 



Listen to my tale of woe. 

 We were first introduced to H., S, 

 And by its fragrance were impressed. 



Listen to my tale of woe. 

 Old Botany caused us much distress, 

 Pharmacy, Physics and the rest 

 Helped to make us feel depressed. 



Listen to my tale of woe. 



Chorus. 



The examination held last spring 

 Was for some a frightful thing. 



Listen to my tale of woe. 

 Their memories they forgot to bring, 

 Which was a most untimely thing, 

 And they went sadly home to sing 



Their sorrowful tale of woe. 



Chorus. 



Last fall they had another show 

 To find out what they did not know. 



Listen to my tale of woe. 

 Some got through O. K. and so 

 Had a jolly chance to crow 

 At those who in the soup did go. 



Listen to my tale of woe. 



Chorus. 



Professor Rusby is a brick. 



His jokes are always mighty slick. 



Listen to my tale of woe. 

 But when the boys put up some trick 

 On him, of course he's bound to kick. 

 In April, though, he'll make them sick. 



Listen to my tale of woe. 



Chorus, 



The day of fate is drawing near, 

 We hope to get our 'dips" this year. 



Listen to my tale of woe. 

 But there are some who won't, I fear. 

 And when the verdict they shall hear 

 Well, off to the " Capt's " and drown in beer 



Their piteous tale of woe. 



Chorus. 



