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A CLASS POEM.

READ AT THE JUNIOR CLASS SUPPER.

XI.

How tell of individual worth? How bring

The Future's need to present comprehension?

The class of Nineteen-Eighty-two shall sing

The praises manifold - a century old -

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Of those whose deeds astonish all creation.

XII.

From low beginning Eighty-two has come

To this high point, which we'll abandon never.

Let's drink its health in glass of sparkling Mumm,

And make the echoes ring, as loud we sing,

"The glorious class of Eighty-two for ever."

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