Hobart College - Echo of the Seneca Yearbook (Geneva, NY)

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THE WAR OF THE JUFENILES. JL : • ? ifSSJ z'SX 1 At. EBcL CBER.I f m ' “ They accept with greedy leer. For Sophomore appetites are ever keen for beer.’’ Many fell schemes these savage Mu Mus laid To capture all alone some luckless wiglit, And many a time, like hungry nighthnwks stayed Hovering around the halls till late at night, Lurking among the trees in all tlioir might,— And couching, like wild beasts, in secret lairs, At last a hapless wretch alone they sight, And pounce upon their quarry unawares, Then, lead him to the beach, regardless of his prayers. ■ sp ’.j; ' 'i . -------------i! «9

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THE WAR OF THE JUVENILES. HTHE WM OFtTHE JUYENILES - “ Let dogs delight to bark and bite, But little children should n’t fight. -------- A Freshman’s cares arc numerous enough, With Greek six times a week, and Latin too. With English,—execrable, useless stuff!— Those recitations luckily are few; And Freshmen have enough to make them blue, Without the brutal pranks that Sophomores play To cause them anguish, and to make them rue With imprecations bad, the hateful day They left their parents’ dwelling, and their infant play. The class of Eighty-Two, with such humane And generous sentiments as these inspired, By no rude jokes increased the Freshman’s pain, No sinister celebrity acquired For hazing done; they entered and retired, Their Sophomore duties o’er, without a stain. By this kind treatment Eighty-Three were fired To boast of mighty prowess, and were fain The old prestige of hazing to revive again.

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=3 THE WAR OF THE JUVENILES. The anxious Freshmen, missing their ally, With dire misgivings sally forth to save; Perchance to snatch him from a watery grave. Right manfully they search, these Freshmen brave, Sighting their foes, right gallantly behave, And forward rush, their luckless friend to gain. Sophomores hurry home ‘ ‘ with agues in their bi Alas, the noble Freshmen came too late, Too late to save their comrade from disgrace. Shrinking with terror from the doubtful fate Of lager. They accept with greedy leer, For Sophomore appetites are ever keen for beer. Flibbertigibbet is the dreaded name Of one among the Mu Mus’ horrid crew, A leader in each reckless scheme to tamo The stubborn Freshmen to subjection due. Profane of speech he is,-—the air grows blue When oft some petty grievance makes him swear; Rearing with high disdain his beardless chin in air. Perchance to pluck him from some steeple high, Lengthening out their quest with zealous pain, Of those who feel the Sophomores grim embrace, He earns a stain no future can efface: Yielding with coward speed to utter fear. He buys disgraceful freedom with a case His whimsical vagaries are not few, He loves to stalk about and fiercely stare