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

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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.

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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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 JCXIOIt JOTTIXGS. ’JUNIOR f JOTTINGS.!1 -I FORMERS PRESIDENTS t OF t EIGMTY-TWO.F- FHESHMAX YEAR. First Term, Second Term, Robert Lynh. S. D. Jennings. SOPHOMORE YEAR. First Term, Second Term, W. P. Humphrey. R, P. Rankes®. junior year. First Term, A. I». Noble. E. W. C. J. J. W. R. H. A. W. R. E. •4 HARMLESS tSSTIRE. P. A. “I will take another piece of pie, if you please.” A., Jr., 41 always scan by ear; its easy enough.” D. E. “ I should be deeply grieved, indeed, if that were the case.” “Mark us fair; that’s all we ask of you.” “ That’s a smouge I’m going to use if I get a chance.” B. B. P. B. W. C. P. R. A. P. N. H. P. H. L, 01 ird?.?.oe—Tom, Dick and Harry. J. A. C. w. c. w. Class Chaperon. “Ah, ’fessor, you would n’t do that.” “Yes, Professor, that’s the idea I meant to convey.” P. M. “A dilemma is when a fellow’gets off a lot of disjunctive pro- 0 l ositions.” W. M. “The formula for the inclined plane is—is—what is it, Milt?” “I don’t know. Shorty; tell him any old thing.” Charlie’s pet. Slow but sure. “I like that broken chair, Professor.” “For heaven’s sake, throw rue a smouge; you don’t want to see me conditioned, do you ? ” G. Y. P. “Well, Professor, I think it could be so, anyway.” St L. N. H. N. J. R. C. T. ■ II 1