The Future Victoria College.

By "Salamanca."

Tune:—"Tramp, Tramp, Tramp, the Boys are marching."

In the Girls' High School we stay,
Ever waiting for the day
That shall open our new college on the hill;
Though the stone is truly laid
Yet hut slow progress is made
Though we've shouted at the Council till we're ill.

When we're up at Salamanca
We shall have to chronicle
How there were a lot of fights over Cook and other sites,
And at last they chose the place on Kelburne hill.

Once the Council promised that
They would take around the hat,
And collect subscriptions for the building fund;
But they Lave collected nil,
Though the Students helped the bill
By subscribing more than twice a hundred pound.

Now's the time to press the Council,
That we want some thousands more;
So we'll make the Council work, and we mustn't let them shirk,
Going round the town for cash from door to door.

When we've settled at Kelburne,
There'll be heaps of rooms to learn
Interesting subjects such as law and torts;
But we'd better spend some pounds
On football and hockey grounds,
And at least a half-a-dozen tennis courts.

For we are indeed athletic,
Though we are supposed to cram,
As we must get exercise, it will not be a surprise,
If we do not patronise the Kelburne tram.

When the Governor laid the stone,
He came early on his own,
But till they began he waited patiently,
And the chairman, Doctor Knight,
Thanked the Premier for the site,
Though the Mayor gave all credit to the city.

O Victoria sempiturna,
Sit tibi felicitas,
Are the words that we should shout, and we musn't be put out,
By the trouble as to where we'll get the brass.

"Patience is a virtue." "Everything comes to him who waits, except the waiter."

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"But some say that knowledge may come when wisdom lingers.' —H. S. Merriman