. Epitome: Yearbook 1896. OLD BUCK was wheeling up the pathA creaking load of stone ;Said I to Jack, Do you observeThat lovely tenor moan?Not quite, said he, it seems to meMore like a barrow tone! Being A Moderqzed Fragrrieqt from Ch^aucer ^^i^HERE was once a place called a college, where man\- young men wentC: V ill search of that which is known as an education in technical j-oung men therein were divided into four classes, according to thenumber of years they had spent in the pursuit of their studies, and likewiseinto many different other divisions according unto the subjects to
. Epitome: Yearbook 1896. OLD BUCK was wheeling up the pathA creaking load of stone ;Said I to Jack, Do you observeThat lovely tenor moan?Not quite, said he, it seems to meMore like a barrow tone! Being A Moderqzed Fragrrieqt from Ch^aucer ^^i^HERE was once a place called a college, where man\- young men wentC: V ill search of that which is known as an education in technical j-oung men therein were divided into four classes, according to thenumber of years they had spent in the pursuit of their studies, and likewiseinto many different other divisions according unto the subjects to which theydevoted their special attention. And amongst all these lived one tribe of greatnote, who were known as the Junior , and they labored daily for manyhours in the big drawing-room ; and long were the strings of centroids, of diversballed-up shapes, and the clusters of instantaneous centers spreading them-selves over many thousands of square feet, that fell from the busy fingers of thesew^orkers. But though th
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