IN college 't is thought a most exquisite pleasure
To win but one race after years of denial;
To run and to practise, to train and to measure
One's body for fame, is a wearisome trial.
There 's Jencks of the Senior class: well I remember
When healthy and verdant he came into college;
From the first of October to late in December
His mind was much bent on the gaining of knowledge.
But with the new year he began, quite excited,
To strain at the clubs and to pull at the weights;
The hopes of his chum were forever quite blighted,
For he soon tried to lift all the beds and the grates!
And then in the spring he would pull on the river
And fill all the minds of his friends with alarm.
"Shoot the boat!" cried the boys; said the girls, "Did you ever!"
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