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Old Thayer Commons' Hall.

And then perchance a biscuit flew

Presaging fiercest battle,

The maids in waiting quick withdrew

Like thunder frightened cattle

Oh, hotly raged the contest then

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Each side the storm maintaining,

Till war his visage smoothed again

And Peace resumed her reigning.

Sometimes without the Commons' door

The organ-grinder screeches,

Sometimes we hear the learned lore

Of the great Daniel's speeches!

One morn, behold, some joker sad

Had placed a sign-board stating

That "Feed for Horses" could be had

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