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The Song of the Sanctum.

[Written for the DAILY CRIMSON]

A gladsome merry shout;

For our work is done, the paper's filled,

The shears have helped us out.

And all is ready for the press,

"Specials," and "facts," and "eds,"

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For what's not written will be supplied

By the printer with "padding" and leads.

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For oh, for oh;

Now list to our merry glee;

To exchanges and scissors and mucilage brush,

Our praises e'er must be.

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