It's Needed

The question of Commercial Education And a Chair of Commerce at the U. B. C. For long has had the close consideration Of many members of the V. B. T. But the plan for this tuition Has not yet attained fruition, Partly owing to the lack of L. S. D.

The burden of the lucid exposition Made before the members of the F. B. T.— Met for mental and for edible nutrition In the Red Room of Vancouver's Hostelree— Was the method; this engages Both the business men and sages, And would only seem a question of Degree.

The President is right, and well we know it, When for thoroughness his hat is in the ring; For, to quote the well-known words of Pope, the poet "A little learning is a dangerous thing." Once I heard a fellow rant, he Wrote an imitation chantey, When a song of ships and trade, he tried to sing.

First the game of coals to Newcastle he played at, For Cardiff coal he'd shipped Vancouver way; And his next suggestion—well, I am afraid that We'd kick him clean to "China crost the bay!" For, his coal dumped at Vancouver To Seattle he would move her And load his ship with wheat from U. S. A.!

This sort of fellow takes a little Kipling, And Masefield too, whose Christian name is John; For he's in art though not in years, a stripling, And pretty sounds, not sense, his sine qua non; And really he's quite happy When some places from a map, he Takes like gaily colored beads and threads them on.