Michiganensian. [1897]

Sharp was the telephone call that resounded throughout
the apartments,
Waking the monarch that snored, and rousing him up in
a hurryStraight to the 'phone he advanced and stopped its melodious music.
"Ho, ship ahoy!" did he cry, with the thundering might
of a Fury,
"Zeus is my name, I'm a lord, the high muck-a-muck of
the big-bugs,
Who, pray, of mortals art thou who dost seek our most
lofty tribunal?"
"Great is my name in the West, in the land of the jay
and the blue-bird,
Yet for the tribe that I rule kind Providence hasn't provided
Either a name or cognomen, nothing have we to be known
by.
Pray then, thy council convene, deliberate, question and
ponder
That unto us there may be a name and a place among
nations."
So spake the Freshman named Cox, the little ones' guide
and defender,
Spake and his words flew wingless to Zeus Pater, lord of
Olympus.
Swift to the book-case he turned and grabbed for his ink
and his paper,
Tore from Sir Eagle a quill and wrote with the write of a
lawyer,
Folded the message and gave it to Mercury, telling him
meanwhile,
Quick unto Hera to fly. "Why?" ask you. Well, let's
examine.
Mercury unto the queen was to hustle and straightway
inform her,