Think of what the poor freshies used to go through in the old days of Delta Kappa and Signa Epsilon.

Why, sometimes a fellow would be roasted so his skin would smell like burned steak for a week." "That was when he was burned at the stake," said a chap in the background, and there was a universal dismal groan.
"This is some of the Delta Kappa machinery here," the little fellow explained.

"Sometimes some of the fellows come here to have a cold bot and hot lob.

You freshies walked right in on us to-night, and we gave you a pleasant reception.

Now, if you blow I'll guarantee you'll never become a soph.