The Free Lance.
is good blade carves the casques of men , for the Free Lance
thrusteth sure."
February-March, 1901.
01. XIV.
He came, and fancied all the college world
With joyous anthems would him gladly greet,
And e’en old Glory, to the breeze unfurled
Would crouch and cower at his ruthless feet.
Alas ! for Freshman's dearly cherished hope
Instead of setting all the world ablazing
When he of past achievements starts to boast,
He gets a good and true old fashioned hazing.
THE CHEMIST’S GUESS.
T was an excessively hot day, too hot, one might have
said, for any sort of work, yet the yard of the Cole Blast
Furnace was the scene of bustle and noisy activity. All
out this place of many car tracks, massive coke piles and
lg stacks of pig iron, the air rang with a mingling of loud
ises. The clinking of car-connections, the hissing and
ffs of the shifting engine, the frequent shouts of brakes
m, and the shriek of the little dinkey as it came rushing
t from the casting house, each and all joined with the dull
THE FRESHMAN.
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No. 6.
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