THE OUSTING OF THE HEAD MASTER.

Observer, Volume 1, Issue 22, 12 February 1881, Page 221

THE OUSTING OF THE HEAD MASTER.

Air—" The burial of Sir John Moore." We ousted him fairly, when Sol was bright , And a quorum of Governors sitting, With Fenton holding him up to the light And Hesketh sparring and hitting. We found a Clark the tocsin to Tole, And a Peacock to scream an oration, And a Colonel bold a drum for to roll O'er the grave of his lost reputation. And we thought as we quietly gave him the sack And showed him the way to the door, What a pity it was that the B. A. tack I Had not dawned upon us before. i Few and short were the compliments paid, And we spoke not a word of condolence, For we thought of the grammar school out in the shade, And the long years of dreary somnolence. We knew, but for this, that he would not have gone, It was only the B. A. erased him, He reck not for storms if we'd have let him sleep on Where the brave old Identities placedhim. But lo ! before half of our task had been doite And the conflict grew hotter and faster An old small boy fired oft" his gun ' In behalf of his quondam master. And he sobbed and sobbed in his own small way, And wailed for the injury done, " And what if the Headmaster's not a B. A, "He made my brother Harry one." . : * So this is the moral of all I've to say, And this is the gist of my story, Headmasters ! now graduate all as B. A. Or we leave you alone in your glory.