And such a yell was there,
Of sudden and portentous scorn,
As if a Freshman had been shorn
By Soph'mores of his hair.
And still the firemen fought amain,
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Although the fire was out;
Though they had nothing more to gain,
They let the water spout.
Students came swimming down the stairs
Faster than e'er they went to prayers,
And chairs and sofas dropped below,
By ropes and blankets lowered slow;
And, safely tied with strings,
A wicked man down midway sent,
Amid the crowd's huge merriment,
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Freshman Class Meeting.
