Show t THE STUDENTS STUDENT'S LIFE I I Jl MN By S. S Joy Claridge I 0 O the life of a 3 student Who wants to grow prudent Is a mixture o ot of heaven and hell And if you dont don't believe me Ill I'll soon undeceive thee If you'll list to what I shall tell II When school one attends On him it depends How great his learning shall be The life he enjoys Depends on the boys With whom he studies you you see 7 Some students are lazy T Others are crazy Some are betwixt and between between r 1 Q Ll R it R It A few are for working Others for shirking shirling I 1411 i And some are miserably mean mean These do the laughing Those do the chaffing And these funny tricks do devise Some are prevailing j. j Others are failing i w P Still each thinks himself very very ery wise Some are for sporting Others for courting Some wish tf to work with a vim These are delirious Those rhose few are serious But the hopes o of many are dim These heads are aie a breaking Those are jU just jus t waking To the things they must do A few cramming j are now Many are pl planning How to get through But well we'll now see the student Who wants to grow prudent As he works in his room His object and aim aimIs aimIs aimIs Is to gain wealth and fame This no doubt is his boon o Oer O'er his books bending Head never wending A Till rill he masters the thought thought- Still as a mouse is he Then noisy as can be Singing what not Now the floor walking To himself talking Oer O'er the things of the week Some verses rehearsing Some professor now cursing Then again to his Latin or Greek His brain no iu is raking His head it is aching As he pores oer o'er a page See his eyes peeping He is nigh sleeping As he studies studie some sage Like unto sweet repose Straight into bed he goes To dream oer o'er his task Then into his slumbers Come in great numbers Knights of the past Then comes oer o'er his dream A change and it seems Hes He's back on the farm 0 O the joy O G the bliss He finds in th that t Miss He holds on his nis arm But while peacefully snoring There bursts forth a roaring From the larm clock at four Thus from such bliss hes he's snatched To work with great dispatch And he starts on another day more such that do succeed Not by word but deed And such that govern state Laboring incessant Noble or peasant Each is the master of his own fate |