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"WE'LL STAND AT THE BAR"

THE FIRST THREE HUNDRED YEARS ARE THE HARDEST

Of Western prodigies,

"Just add a little bitters,

And pass a napkin, please."

As the Three-Hundredth passes,

New joys for old suffice:

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The frosting on the glasses,

The tinkling of the ice.

Three hundred years of liquor

Is Harvard's fame alone.

"The crowd is getting thicker;

You'll have to mix your own."

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