Illini Corner
An Impression
From the vast brick expanse of old Uni Hall
Scarcely a gleam shines forth after the sudden lull
Of five o'clock. But bright always are the basement windows
At Illini corner where toil underground
The gnomes of the college press.
On their numerous little black machines
How feverishly they pound the keys,—
Click—clack! Click—clack!!
Then spring up and rush madly to and fro.
Drawn and anxious are their faces
As they endeavor to dig up gems of thought
To please the uncertain public,
On whose door-steps must be placed their offering
Early the following morning.
Scarcely a gleam shines forth after the sudden lull
Of five o'clock. But bright always are the basement windows
At Illini corner where toil underground
The gnomes of the college press.
On their numerous little black machines
How feverishly they pound the keys,—
Click—clack! Click—clack!!
Then spring up and rush madly to and fro.
Drawn and anxious are their faces
As they endeavor to dig up gems of thought
To please the uncertain public,
On whose door-steps must be placed their offering
Early the following morning.
