"boys, Keep Your Record Clean."

[Laet wordsof John B. Qough.] "Boys, keep your record clean." Tbe Upa of th spe iker are mute, Hut hls are stlll warolng the boys To 8top i 11 ilit'lr mad pursull; To stop, I Hay, In thefr mad pursuit Of wmltu und honor and fame, To tlunk of tbe devlouH winding ways By whlch tbey shall reacb tbe same " Boya, keep your record olean," Your lips unstalned by sln, Your Ups as tbe Hiles are, Fair as tbe vlrgln hiiow, Spotless and undeflled, i'imugli ground yon the world Is brlght Or tbe pliiless storm beat wild. As yciu go out lnto the world, Uo wlth a purpose trne, lio wltb asturdy, resolute wlll; Beone of tbe miiuly few. Ever do that whieh Ih rlght, Bcoro to do that whlch Is mean, And hs you go througli peaoe and strlfe, ' Boys, keep your record olean."