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04 qe;pupils #0otuoquy The teachers all hate me; I'm nobody's pet. Detentions I get by the ton. It's because of my freckles and green eyes-I'll bet. Gee! I haven't a bit of fun. When anything happens in this dead old school, They blame it all on to me. They call me a dunce; and they call me a fool; I'll get even, you just wait and see. It was only this morning I sat on a tack, I hollered, then looked at the door, The pupils all laughed till their faces were black, But I had to report to room four. On Latin and English, I slave day and night, Yes, and dry Ancient History too. I study so hard that it injures my sight, That's no lie, but it's only too true. Oh why couldn't Caesar have died in a fight, And sailed to the heavenly shores; A few years before he had started to write The story of his Gallic wars. My head's all packed up with "grammactickle" rules And predicates all in a heap. And Solomon's proverbs more precious than jewels, Say! How's a fellow to sleep? All fellows, you know, have got plenty of girls, But I haven't even got one. Wax dolls, powdered faces, and shining dark curls Don't worry or bother me none. My head aches like blazes, my ambition is dead, For I got two detentions today. I think of my low marks with unceasing dread, Ten points is a big price to pay. -Ben Aronin, '21.
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