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POEMS BY EMINENT HANDS.

THE GATHERING OF THE FRESHMEN.

And chaffed him in his pleasant way.

"And did it want a barber's pole?

It was a simple little soul.

Now every impecunious cur

Must see the college carpenter;

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For every Freshman, though, who's hard

I'll buy a little lumber-yard.

My own convenience count as nil, -

It is my duty, and I will."

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