“Class Song: Tune Rosalie”

Composed by Alice M. Schoff

Found in The McMicken Review, Vol. V, No. 6, June 1891

 

My theme is the Class of ninety-one,

                                          ninety-one,

Its [sic] like the world o’er there is none,

                                         there is none;

The last contribution to all evolution

Is made in the year ninety-one.

                   CHORUS:

           Oh, what could McMicken have done

           Except for ninety-one,

           Ninety-one, ninety-one,

           This wonderful class ninety-one?

           Evolved from a mere molecule,

                                          molecule.

As taught by Darwinian school,

                                          inian school,

Through stages moluscous and reptile

                                          buscous

We’ve risen according to rule.

And tho’ it must be thro’ the ape,

                                          thro’ the ape,

For Science from this we can’t escape,

                                          can’t escape;

We’ve leapt the last chasm from pure

                                          protoplasm,

And Nature looks an all agape.

Our learning can never be rehearsed,

                                          be rehearsed,

If we knew anymore we must burst,

                                          we must burst;

In Physics and Ethics and Plane Geo-

                                          detics

As foremost we’ll ever be first.

But letters and arts have their place

                                          have their place,

Nor are they left out in this case,

                                          in this case,

With strange Paleography, Greek Lexi-

                                          cography,

This class has ever kept pace.

Our maidens are fair as the sun,

                                          as the sun,

Our men would ne’er flinch at a gun,

                                          At a gun,

And tho’ we’re no boasters, nor vain-

                                          glory toasters,

There’s nothing can beat ninety-one.