Up the stairs, Up the stairs, Up the stairs, Onward' Into the Study Hall, Moved the Half-Hundred. "Forward, you Noise Brigade! Move from Room 12," he said. In deepest grief and gloom, From their beloved room, Moved the Half-Hundred. Out moved the Noise Brigade Crest-fallen and dismayed, They knew 'twas Kasius' fault, He who had blundered. Theirs not to answer no, Theirs but to pack and go. Through sneers and ridicule, From the entire school, Up to the Study Hall, Went the Half-Hundred. Hansen to right of them, Miss Earle to left of them, The Principal in front of them, Volleys and thundered. Advice show'r'd on them like rain, Though they tried to explain, The petition, about which, Their teachers had wondered. Then Johnson doffed his coat With great precision wrote, One more petition. Faculty's bad opinion was Shattered and sundered. Then they came back, yes all, All the Half-Hundred. Typists to right of them. Normals to left of them, Arts girls behind them Questioned and wondered. Blot taken from their name Back to Room 12 they came There you will find them. Subdued, but undismayed, No more a Noise Brigade, Order is now displayed, Quiet Half-Hundred.