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30 THE MONMAL The Holdup. The air was still that night. The town was hushed, the moon shone fair Upon the steets; in a dark alley a light Flashes and is gone. Professor Garver strays Away from his home, out in the tranquil way. Watch him inhaling, sweet is the nighfrair! He is close to the alley of dismay When for his recreation dearly he pays. Listen! you hear the ruffian roar: “ Hold up your hands and hand out your cash!” His hands ascend at this command, The search begins and soon is o’er, The robber turns and flees like a flash. Prof. Garver starts for home heartsore. On a street close by A group of Normal Juniors wend their way Toward the Dorm, when lo! they hear a cry Of, “ Halt and slip your dough !” ’Mid sobs and tears they all obey. The thug escapes thru the darkness whence he came. This Prof, of ours Was started by their cries and fast he ran To shield the maids from a pecuniary death. Alas! his good intent Is lost, for soon he meets the hold-up man Retreating, to the bower Of a shade-tree. Up to the Prof, he went And relieved him of his felt, and coat, and vest and shoes. Among themselves they planned to go to court, To lay before the judge their dire complaint So awful, so terrible, so true. The stern, old judge has neither time nor mind “ Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain,” For such descendants of the brother Cain Who got themselves into this pitiful plight By roaming city streets by night. Five girls were discussing a well which is contaminated with