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THE RAPE OF THE BELL.

AN OPERETTA.

He writes excuses

When he chooses,

But they will not granted be.

With forced attendance,

Independence

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He can never see. (bis.)

TONY TOUGH (condescendingly). Well done, my classmates, noble is the strain!

We are indeed an aggravated race,

And impositions are upon us laid

So heavy that we groan beneath their weight.

I got just twenty in my Latin prose,

Although, by Jove! I wrote a perfect book.

Say, are we men, to suffer grievous wrong,

And if they smite us, sha'n't we smite again?

SEVERAL FRESHMEN. We will!

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