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W is for Willis, shy man of our class, Laughs loud at a joke and smiles not at a lass. All thro' his course, e'en up to vacation, Ne'er rode a "pony," but hooked recitation. B stands for Briley, our brown-eyed baby, Who never cried in her life-may be. The girls do "'buse" her, poor "'ittle sing," But they'll do it no more after this spring. B's also the letter that stands for Brown, Who wears on her face a perpetual frown. And if a cold wave should over her race, What an expression would freeze on her face. B is for Buckingham, A maid of the town, Who looks upon boys, With never a frown. But when to her charms, She has won them, oh, woe! She gives them the G. B., And haunts a new beau. D is for Darby and also for dunce, As you might see after meeting her once. She's hard to beat, you will find, as a tease, And not to a soul will she give any ease. F is for Foxwell, whose smiles are so sweet, That we have them for dessert after our meat. She thinks it a sin a letter to pass. Now what do you think of such a good lass? H is for Hobbs, well known as Mary, Can talk all day and never grow weary. This same little Mary is also a flirt, And numbers by dozens the hearts she has hurt. M's for McCauley, who's quite a great squawker And sad, sad for us, an equally great talker. 134