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Show I.Sing a song of Arts' punch.Don't it make you sigh? A whole class of students,Raising such a cry.2.The Arts attend their party Things are pretty dry,Ain't no punch arriving, People wonder why.When the can is opened, Robbers gather round.Everybody's drinking,It's just as good as found.4-Time goes on at the Art hop,Committee starts to fret; Seems there's something lacking,And, Jove, it's something wet. (Me of a irnuttjJ. A. Erickson.5-Ten o'clock at the Art hop,No punch is there in store; Some one goes to the telephoneAnd orders up some more.6.Ten-thirty at the Arts' hop,Punch a-getting low, Ladyfingers goiir fast,Soon the can's in stow.7-Ten-thirty with the other bunch, Things have quieted down,The can's been tucked away at last, And the fellows gather round.8. A snow-white table cloth is brought,That's also in the theft, The robbers sig'n their cognomens,With their numerals at the left.1999-Everything is settled,Names must not be known, Everybody's had a lark.And it didn't cost a bone. |