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"WE'LL STAND AT THE BAR"

THE FIRST THREE HUNDRED YEARS ARE THE HARDEST

"Pass down my Dry Martini.

The olive, dear, for you."

The Puritan is mastered,

And Cotton Mather's dead.

So Harvard can get plastered,

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And forget tomorrow's head.

The night grows ever blacker,

And Dunster lies with Hoar.

"Do have another cracker,

We can always order more."

Let learning feel not slighted.

Science has born its fruit.

But learning's torch is lighted,

And we must follow suit.

While Conant plans his litters

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