The Howler . e When I have spread abroad this tale of joy, And black me yet ; there s the dilemma That makes suspense of such a length ; Fur who could stand the drags and pulls of friends. The Sophomores wrongs, the roommates laugh, The stings of a wounded pride,the facultys delay. The insolence of years and indignities That Newish from his oppressors takes When he might his honor save By some good sprinting ? Who would a blacking bear, To groan and sweat under a blackers grasp, But that fear of blacking after brags. That state from whose realm No son unblacked returns, rattle
The Howler . e When I have spread abroad this tale of joy, And black me yet ; there s the dilemma That makes suspense of such a length ; Fur who could stand the drags and pulls of friends. The Sophomores wrongs, the roommates laugh, The stings of a wounded pride,the facultys delay. The insolence of years and indignities That Newish from his oppressors takes When he might his honor save By some good sprinting ? Who would a blacking bear, To groan and sweat under a blackers grasp, But that fear of blacking after brags. That state from whose realm No son unblacked returns, rattles my brain, And makes me rather bear a long suspense Than take a blacking without defense? Thus blacking does make cowards of us all, And thus the bravest resolution Is scattered to the four winds of the earth. And intentions backed by all thats in me With this regard then always come to naught And never become action. Soft you, now ! The hoary Senior ! Greybeard, in thy orisons. Be all my woes rememberd. 130.
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