(With Humblest Apologies.)
(F. T. C., 'oo.)
A room in Old' Main.
m., Fall Term, Steen years ago.
er a Senior carrying a tile of books, and singi
OR: Grind thee! Grind thee!
All the day long.
In class room and study room,
Grind hard and strong.
But if the Seniors do,
So must the others too.
Make ye no more ado,
Though it be wrong.
Into this habit, all
Sooner or later fall.
Grind thee! Grind thee!
All the day long.
is books upon the table and sinks wearily int,
A plague upon these lessons one and all.
Here with a fellow classman I have spent
Four weary hours in pouring over them,
And yet I have not learned them more th
Shall I go on and burn the midnight oil ?
Would I then see as by Aladin's lamp?
Ah no, 'twere better that I try to " bluff,
Or ask the " Profs " some question to exl
For I have heard that they have said of
" Never i' faith was Senior wit so dry."
So dry! Ah ha! and so it is, and yet
'Tis not so dry as I. By George! But
Here Soph, you lazy chap, come here to
und for his room-mate, a Sophomore, who just
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