I SUGGEST............

Ah, Freshman, pause and think, while yet you may
Of all the weary length of night and day
Through four long weary years of toil and strife,
Oh, think, and pack your trunk and steal away.

Remember that the world is blue and gold,
And life with you is at its early spring,
Why struggle here, becoming too soon old,
When life at youth is such a glorious thing?

The victory is only to the strong.
Where entropy and calculus belong,
They strangle and destroy all life's romance
As dully drones their dreary, weary song.

Suppose you struggle through three years, what then?
The chances are you'll get vote ten,
And all the plodding and the toil is naught,
You're back amongst the common herd again.

One little slip of eye, or ear or brain,
One slightest slip and all your past is vain.
No thunder of persuasion can assuage,
No virile god of bombast in your rage,

Can change one little dooming word or dot.
Even though you curse the faculty to rot,
They coldly, cruelly, with a heart of ice
Will banish you forever from this spot.

Then, Freshman, since all this is surely so,
Give ear and list which way the wind doth blow.
Try not your puny might to stay its course,
Give ear, and think, and see, and pack, and go.