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U Pat." When the class of Ninety-Seven Left the school with joy and mirth, There departed then among them, One-an Irishman by birth. " Pat," the Irishman in question, Far renown cd for skill and vim, Came again to dwell among us As instructor of the gym. " Pat" was popular and pleasant, So with boys he had no clash, And the nays were ever peaceful 'Till he grew that slick moustache. But the sight of this production Seemed to work in him a change, And we feared that love of moustache Would his senses all derange. It affected ev'ry organ And his eyesight, so much so That he says he cannot see things As he did two years ago. This is strange, but what is stran gel', Is that he will usc his votes, To demerit those poor mortals " Whom he catches passing notes. " Pat's" a growin'," yes, "a gro win' ," At an awful rapid clip, And we fear that he'll continue Till he shaves that lower lip.