ALAS! poor Snodkins! may his cheek decrease!
While sleeping off the effects of Class Day sprees,
Dreamt that within the Secretary's room
(That place where many Freshmen hear their doom)
An ancient maiden writing he did spy.
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Exceeding beer had rendered Snodkins "high,"
So to the maiden at the desk he said,
"What yer writin' 'bout? "The maiden raised her head,
And answered, as she looked him through and through
"The names of members dropped from '82."
"H'm! got me down?" said Snodkins. "I don't know,"
Replied the maiden. Snodkins spoke more slow:
"Well, when yer get the t'me, just put me, then,
Down on the list of uncondition' men."
Then Snodkins smiled and vanished. The next day
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