The Captives squirmed and ground their While a dirge was being played. And all looked well for the Sophies' plan Till the Proe. amongst them strayed. Naught Seven was game unto a man. All honor to their grit, For when "Tip" ofi^ered Faculty aid They promptly answered, "Nit." To be reputed, "Amateur Sleuth," Was all too great an object. A hurried call for the Faculty; Death to the Sophomore project.
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The Freshm.=n carried ( 3ut their plan With ardu r somevvhaIt dampened; And even noiw they're wondering Just how iltwas/' It" happened. No spite is held by anyone Who took part in the fracas A little scrapping now and thei Why should we let that phas So here is to the Sophomores, And here is to the Freshmer Yet once again to the R. I. C, May her honor ever fresher '
Sonnet of Four Lines to SKe I Love
not what her name may bi not if she loveth me; But this I know to a certainte With all my heart, I loveth she.
I know
I know
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