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CLASS HISTORY. With nothing to assist old time along,

Excepl some dismal hints from ' 9 4

About a cane rush or its counterpart.

Hut that soon died away, for ' 9 3 Took up the gauntlet when it was thrown down And caused them to withdraw quite s u d d e n l y .

Well, since we could not fight for Freshmen cane The thought occurred to have a cane ourselves.

Soon they were ordered, and with envious eves T h e other classes see us wear them round. T h e y do not d a r e attack us in a crowd, Hut lie in wait for isolated S o p h s And swoop upon him like a Bedouin h o r d e .

And lo! his precious cane has disappeared! Some lose their treasured stick in battles tierce. Some have them wrenched in twain bv cruel hands

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Hut happily the most of them remain

A witness firm of Sophomoric strength. The callow Freshmen soon their plans perfect

To hold a social in a hall down t o w n ,

But wily Sophomores bethink themselves What fun 'twould be to circumvent these plan.-.

And till the hall with odors rare and sweet,

Of benzyl bromine and of II..S,

And put a s t o p to frolic for a t i m e . T h e F r e s h m e n with thejr lasses by their >ide> W o u l d come, look in, and q u i c k l y m a k e retreat

Amid the cheers of scheming '93. That sociable will long remember he.

F o r lasting odors chine; to all their clothes. Next m o r n i n g ' 9 4 her colors wore

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T o prove her valor in a color rush. Ala ' how futile that we build o u r hopes I )n m o r t a l p l a n s ! F r o m hall to hall we ru>hed.

Putting the coward Freshmen all to Bight And wearing oil' their colors. On the bulletin N \\ day the fragments of our vanquished foes

W e r e seen. S o m e b u t t o n s , s c r a p s of pantaloon*.

I nil's, collars, hair, neckties and strange debris, A sight most horrible to look upon,