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'Cbe faculty-Room Cloch. In the mom of the Faculty hangs a clock, Tick, tack; tick, tack. It hangs up high in grandeur sublime, But never was known to keep the right time. Xickety, uockety, node And very wonderful is this clock, Nockety nick, nickcty node During reciting periods it runs so slow It seems forty minutes they never will go, For Doc's asking questions, alas! we don't know, Nickety, nocke ty, node The periods between they fly so quick, Nickety. noclc; nockety, nick. Scarce we've had time to mount our good steed, Have as yet been unable to acquire much speed, Oh, frightful to tell! Our Dutch we can't read, Tickety, tockcty, tick. But when parlor-night comes, alas and alack! Ticket)" tack; tickety, tack. The hands 1110\'(' around as by magical spell, You hardly have time your true love to tell Before it gives warning to say farewell, Tickety. tackety, tack. .. '" '" 'Tis one of the student's many woes That he never can tell how the Faculty knows or the notes he has passed And the hands he has clasped Through the window that opes from this room. 191