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Caption: Illio - 1895
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Listen, ye Prep!Ira. and we will relate, Of the Sophomore Hop and tlie Freshman's fate. How tho Sophmores came with their maidens fair. While brickbat* and chemicals tilled the air. The Freshmen swore that the Sophs shouldn't dance, And urged the Juniors to make an advance. For before with the Sonhs they'd tried to compete, And they knew that, alone, they'd meet with defeat. For those Freshmen a social had attempted to hold, On a night that was bleak and windy and cold, Hut they lost their way, and frozen like sticks, Were those hot tomollc* of Nlnety-Stx. Twason March twenty-nine, that with stealthy mien, roup* of Junior* and Freshmen were plainly seen, Planning to capture the Sophomore brave, And lean him away like a manacled slave. I'.ut the Sophs didn't capture as well a* they might, or they boldly marched 'neath the 'lectrlc light, ISaflled the Freshmen and Juniors all. d wended tl r way to Swannell's hall. Within the hall they called the roll And found not a single missing soul. Not one of their number did they mourn. In the grasp of the foe on tho street forlorn. Within, to the waltz they all did surge, Without, they played a funeral dirge. And many an egg from a Freshman a hand On the walls of that gray old hall did land. Wearied at last they homeward crept. Hut because of the odor they never slept, For terrible smells from a brother's store Clung to their overcoat* evermore. Hut the Sophomores danced till their feet were sons And they surely felt they could dance no more; Then Harris' men came happily up. And asked them all to sit down and sup. Then, having eaten, they moved to go, A joyful crowd they; were, I trow: Everyone yelling, * Zlp! Boom! Hive! ttloriou* Class of Ninety-Five!"
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