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     I will paint the Muse of Wisdom,Minerva, 
     
    
   
   
    
     Her beautiful charge that was dearer 
     
    
   
   
    
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     ‘lAnd I next will paint you a sophomore, 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
     THE CADRE, Tums” JAN, 15. 19'!"  
     
    
   
   
    
     by lUCY MAUDE 
     
    
   
   
    
     I WilI‘paint you a sign, Professor, 
     
     And hang it above your door, 
     
    

    
     A finer and better office sign 
     
     Than you ever had before. 
     
    

    
     I will paint with the skill of a master, 
     
     And many will pause to see 
     
     This wonderful piece of paint 
     
    

    
     So like the reality. 
     
    
   
   
    
            
     
    
   
   
    
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     I will.paint‘yourself,?Professor: 
     
     As you wait for the fair young boy, 
     
     Just in the morn of manhood, 
     
     Society's pride and joy. 
     
     He has no thought of stOpping, 
     
     But you greet him with a smile, 
     
     And you seem so blithe and friendly 
     
     That he pauses to chat awhile. 
     
    
   
   
    
     I will paint you again, Professor; 
     
     .1 willtpaont you as you stand 
     
     With brimming tankard of s0phistry 
     
     Extended in either hand. K 
     
     He wavers but you urge him: ~ 
     
     “"Drink!_Pledge me just this one," 
     
     And he lifts the glass and drains it, 
     
     And_the pedant's work is done. 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
     SLOUGH of 
     
    
   
   
    
     Ohly a year has blown, 
     
     DESPOND 
     
    
   
   
    
     But into this loathsome creature, 
     
     The fair young student's grown. 
     
    

    
     The Work was quick and rapid} / 
     
     I will paint him as he lies 
     
    

    
     In a torpid, ignorant slumber, 
     
     Beneath pettifogging skies. 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
     As she kneels by her darling's side, 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
     Than all the world beside. 
     
    

    
     will paint the shape of a coffin, 
     
     Labeled with one word, "Failed". 
     
     will paint all this, Professor, 
     
     Even as you quailed. ' 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
     THE BURDENS OF THE EXAM HABIT::: 
     
    
   
   
    
     he mockery, the delusion and the snare, 
     
     The crime, the want and the woe, 
     
    

    
     hat are born in your workshop, 
     
    

    
     No hand can paint, you know. 
     
    

    
     ut I'll paint you a sign, Philistine, 
     
    
   
   
    
     I And many shall pause to view 
     
    
   
   
    
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     his wonderful, swinging signboard, 
     
     So,terribly, fearfully true. 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
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