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Our hero at last with a smile came to see What "hex" of a racket outside there could be He noticed his trunk resting there and Ah me! His sweet smile changed to frowns that were black. The sweet words of love that had been on his lips, The fair one like nectar was drinking in sips, They finally turned to some terrible rips Which we think we will not here re1ateo Without even kissing his sweet-heart good-night, Omission caused only by swiftness of flight, He rushed out in anger that plainly meant fight, While denouncing his classmates so kind. But none could he find, so retiring were they, So modest and shrinking I've heard someone say; So G. L. at last had a negro to pay To bring back his big trunk up to school. Although on the campus the negro came late, He soon had to meet his Inex'able fate Of ducking and teasing the most up-to-date, By a crowd that was bent upon fun. The climax was reached when G. L. came along, To rescue his trunk from the mischievous throng; The negro persisted with expletives strong To deny that' twas he owned the trunk. A scuffle ensued the big trunk to possess And night shirts and letters were mingled, I guess. G. L. got the trunk, but with very much less On the inside than ought to have been. Take warning, ye Freshmen, make love rather slow In dark lighted parlors when down town you go, Or classmates may judge that you're married, you know And may send your belongings down town. 183