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

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 ■ THE irjli OF THE JUVENILES. 4' Freshman, unhand mei” roars the man of might. On him the goaded Freshmen imprecate Vengeance for all his braggart insolonce. They spy him Into one night, but kindly fate Provided him with a secure defense, For with him stalked a graduate immense. Dire is the onset, bitter the affray; The Freshmen, closing in in numbers dense, Reach out with greedy hands to grasp their prey. The hapless Sophomore sickens in his sore dismay. Harrassed, beset, but not a whit dismayed, ■ Wavs the Alumnus with no thought of flight. Him the impetuous Freshmen now upbraid For meddling in a Freshman-Sophomore fight. The end is doubtful, till one luckless wight Grapples the angry giant with foolish zeal. “ FRESHMAN, UNHAND MET’ roars the man of might. Backward amazed the startled Freshmen reel, And on another quest away in secret steal.

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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

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THE WAR OF THE JUVENILES. =3=== S==S- Baffled, and seeking -whom they may devour, . Into a Sophomore den the avengers pour. The startled inmates now are in their power, Bound hand and foot, and prostrate on the floor, Trembling at thought of what may be in store: One cowering wretch they hurry from the room, Leaving fast bound in chairs the other four. A fearful ride is his through midnight gloom, Across the bleak and stormy lake he meets his doom. The kidnapped Sophomore in time returned. His.wan and haggard cheek alone revealed The punishment his cruelties had earned; His look spoke volumes, though his tongue was scaled. By this mute eloquence the Sophs, were steeled . To study of revenge and mortal hate. Once more the Diri Orci take the field Thirsting for blood. Tins rime the avengers wait For him who dared raise hand against a graduate. At last one night he passed their lurking place, , The hungry Mu Mus pounced upon their prey. Just then by chance a man of Irish race Passed by. “ Help 1 citizen! bawls Frcshie, “Stay! I heed your help 1 my pa will gladly pay!” Drawn by his piercing shrieks a crowd appears, Thrice welcome succor in his sore dismay. Wiping away the Freshman’s gushing tears, A pious citizen with care allays Iris fears.