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Old Thayer Commons' Hall.

Vanish the dusky faces,

Instead of Sambo unawares

The Bridgets take their places.

The tables with the joints are graced,

From sheep or oxen burly,

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Each carves-or hacks to suit his taste-

He fares best who comes early.

Of knife and tongue-ah! what a din.

Within these walls contracted

Full many a stirring scene has been

'Twixt soph, and fresh. enacted.

A taunt, a word would oft suffice,

The cane some freshman sported,

Some pointed joke that in a trice

Was back again retorted.

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