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THE BURNING OF STOUGHTON.

BY SIR W-LT-R SC-TT.

And now, from out a window stole

The much-sought-after barber's pole,

And gave its thief away.

Thus ever long-concealed crime

Is ventilated in due time,

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And brought to light of day.

Now from the fought-out fray 'gan call

The savors of Memorial Hall.

The Bursar wildly tore his hair,

And cried, "I've rooms to let in Thayer."

Men passed him, all intent;

To Adam's, Carl's, and Holly-tree,

Memorial, clubs, and lunches free,

Their hurrying steps they bent.

And often shall the Senior tell

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