Fullback in the soup,
Twenty-seven faces
Broken in the group.
Sophomores and Freshmen
Punched around the ring;
When the war was over
The boys began to sing!

Raw! Raw! Raw!
Raw! Raw! Raw!
Stew them!
Fry them!
Raw! Raw! Raw!
Oysters!




[Illustration: "G--The friends that Gold buys shake hands with two
fingers."]

Great oaths from little aching corns do grow.

Great minds run in the same channel--especially if they are sea
captains.

Gold is a dull metal, but it can cut friendship quicker than a knife.

Good names are better than great riches and that is why so many of us
have names without price.