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OUT TO BOARD.
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How to save every scrap and core,
To make of these a hash or mince;
This mixture I have oft ignored,
Must eat it now—I'm out to board.

The old cracked bell is rung and rung
To call us where the rations wait;
Not dainties such as Blot has sung
Find we upon our dinner plate;
Professor, aye, he would be floored
Should he, like me, go out to board.

Our rooms are furnished in the style
That often such apartments are;
But these our stomachs won't beguile
With a table at low par;
Could home to me but be restored,
I'd never more go out to board.

I therefore now accept, and wish
You'd not, my friend, before me sit
A single rich, nutritious dish,
Unless you'd deal it bit by bit;
My system is so weak and lowered—
For six months I've been out to board.