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IN CAMBRIDGE

Alice, feeling that there ought to be some conversation, "why you—"

"Certainly not," said the frog, handing her a book. "I think you will find this a very able exposition of the subject."

Alice opened the book, and finding it to be poetry, she read the first piece through.

JABBERWOCKY

'T was taussig, and the bushnell hart
⁠Did byron hurlbut in the rand,
All barrett was the wendell (Bart.)
⁠And the charles t. cope-land.

Beware the Münsterberg, my son!
⁠'T will read your mind—you bet it can!
Beware the Grandgent bird, and shun
⁠The frisky Merriman.

He took his bursar sword in hand:
⁠Long time his neilson foe he sought—
So rested he by the bernbaum tree,
⁠And stood awhile in thought.

And as in coolidge thought he stood,
⁠The Münsterberg, with eyes of flame,
Came spalding through the perry wood,
⁠And babbit as it came!

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