Some day perhaps a Dean, but as thou say'st
He is indeed an excellent young man -

Enter BUTLER suddenly, without a coat or anything on his head,
rushing through the cloisters, bearing a cup, a bottle of cider,
four lemons, two nutmegs, half a pound of sugar and a nutmeg grater.

Curtain falls on the confusion of BUTLER and the horror-stricken
dismay of the two Deans.



THE BATTLE OF ALMA MATER



I

The Temperance commissioners
In awful conclave sat,
Their noses into this to poke
To poke them into that -
In awful conclave sat they,
And swore a solemn oath,
That snuff should make no Briton sneeze,
That smokers all to smoke should cease,
They swore to conquer both.

II