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From: pgs@ai.mit.edu (Patrick Sobalvarro)
Date: Thu, 11 Mar 93 14:44:20 EST
To: all-ai
Subject: GSB Friday, 5:30pm, 7th floor playroom

              THE GRADUATE-SCOLYER.

      Whan winteres windes blowe cold and harsk
      and winteres snowes lye deep in Merch,
      the graduate-scolyer moot ryseth up
      and off thys bittere mete moot sup,
      Mote faren him (other hir) to classe,
      wher lernyd clarkes to-make him asse,
      will he, nil he, tryals moot han,
      Be shee womman, be he man.

      Thou graduate-scolyer!  Mote swink and scolye,
      sans tyme for reste, sans tyme for folye.
      Thou povre wrecche, nim thee corage!
      Come friday even, yeve we thee forage.
      Then come, sory thrall, make jolif and gay,
      drink ale and daly, y-liche to holiday.
      Be war, thou wrecche, as god yaf thee sorwe,
      To scoly-ing mote thou retourne by the morwe.

Please consider this an invitation to this week's

       G I R L   S C O U T   B E N E F I T

to be held Friday, 5:30pm, seventh floor playroom.