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Class of 1915 Song

Written by Nettie Layman and Lucile Goodman, sung at chapel March 15, 1915 to the tune: It's a Long Way to Tipperary

Up to Normal Heights came our Freshie crowd one day,
Chapel Hall was almost full sure every one was gay;
Everything was moving briskly we did naught but stare,
Until a bunch of smarty Seniors shouted to us there:-

It's a long way to graduation
It's a long way to go;
It's a hard time in Ancient History,
And Practice too you know:
Good bye to Old Latin,
Farewell to cube and square,
It's a long, long way to graduation,
But we'll soon be there.

Juniors wrote their letters to the place they'd like to go,
Saying "If you're much impressed just write and let me know:
If I make mistakes in spelling, principal you see,
Remember I'm a Junior and don't lay the blame on me."

It's a long way to graduation,
It's a long way to go;
It's a hard time in Ancient History,
And Practice too you know.
Hard too is old Latin,
Also cube and square;
It's a long, long way to graduation
I hope I'll get there.

Now we're grand and mighty Seniors 1915:
Of our play and party, be convinced the world will know;
Leaving our Alma Mater with a grand and glorious name,
For work has made us wise and we hope you'll be the same.

Repeat first chorus

The Vision of the Seniors

Written by Emily Barry, sung at chapel March 15, 1915 to the tune Music in the Air 

The Vision of the Seniors
The "Nineteen-fifteen Class"
A Vision bright and shining
As the sunny hours that pass.
Many a tho't in wonder bound
Fills us with a joy profound;
While we gaze enchanted there
On the Senior's Vision rare.

Our eyes have seen a vision
Of this mighty land of ours
We now have caught the glimmer
Of our great Kentucky's powers
On her hills in triumph stands
Wisdom reigning o'er her lands;
While we gaze enchanted there
On the Senior's Vision rare.

Our hearts have caught the meaning
Of this shining Vision fair
We see it in the future
Of Kentucky's glory there.
Education's banner grand
Floats in triumph o'er the land
While we gaze enchanted there
On the Senior's Vision rare.

Senior's Song

Written by Otis Porter, sung at chapel March 15, 1915 to the tune Battle Hymn of the Republic.

We have trudged along together
Thru the rugged vales of time,
From the sands of timid Freshman
To the cliffs of senior's prime
We have fought with giants many,
But our faith has been submlime;
And this is now our song.

We're a jolly band of seniors,
We're the glad triumphant seniors,
Happy now that we are seniors;
Our trials have made us strong.

Now our journey's nearly over
And in sight is Beulah Land,
Where the palm trees waving, beckoning,
There are seniors at the threshold
To extend a welcome hand;
And this shall be their song.

Welcome, welcome to the seniors,
To the tired and loyal seniors,
Here's a greeting to the seniors
Whose trials have made them strong.

Information taken from UA3/1/8 Henry Cherry Scrapbooks, Scrapbook 1913-1923 OS Box 52.

 Last Modified 5/9/14