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Parable of the Blowers
And it came to pass in the reign of Caesar Caphikius that the Chief
Centurion, Duggus, of the tribe of Griphus, did’st prevail on Caesar that
his legions might be armed, yea, even with the terrible saccus-tubus.
Whereat scribes cried out and murmured against Duggus even unto
inscribing tablets of stone in the “Waterloo Bay Leader” bearing tidings
that Duggus needs must be slain.
But Caesar gathered his multitudes at the ground appointed for
parade that they might march unto the class rooms to the noise of the
sacci-tubi. Whereat Royius of the Phillipi did’st order that the march
should begin. And the multitude heard his word and roused itself from
slumber and marched even as the Zombies do. Came then the sound of
gnashing teeth, of squeaking slate-pencils, and of howling cats which is
the music of the sacci-tubi, and mightily did the sacci-tubi blowers strain
their lungs, yea, even as the bullfrog of the marsh.
Whereat the dog, Montileus, which is called the Shaggy One, of
which the eyes had heretofore ne’er appeared to man such being the
shagginess of his visage, didst show for one dread instant twain blood
shot eyne which gleamed in startled surprise e’er his four legs bore him
at rocket-speed into the land of Lota.
Whereon the footsteps of the multitude didst quake within the
building that shook and cracked mightily. And much did the sacc-tubi
blowers beef it out; so verily did the feet of the Zombies faster move.
Thereon with a great noise did the building fall even unto the ground,
leaving not a stone upon a stone.
And then was the multitude sent home that men of the tribe of
Publicus Workus might rebuild it. Great was the name of Duggus.
—Shakespearibus.

Ode (?) to the Cleveland Train
We rise from our beds at 6 a.m.
And work with might and main
And plug our ears with cotton wool
To catch the Cleveland train.
“Why cotton wool ” you ask, that proves
You’ve never ridden in it.
A splitting head and aching ears
And twenty shakes a minute.
The monster rumbles on its way
With shrieking whistle armed,
And if you step out in one piece
You lead a life that’s charmed.
And so my friends, if you wonder why
We are not always sane.
We hope the reason’s now quite clear—
We come on the Cleveland train.
WE HAVE INDEED SUFFERED
(Apologies to our English teacher).