"Talk about being burned at the stake! That's not torture after being obliged to inhale his breath.

My kingdom for some chloroform! Will somebody please hit me on the head with a trip hammer and put me out of my misery ?" "Whither art thou bearing us, great chief ?" asked one of the captives.
"We will bare you out yonder," answered Dismal.

"At the stake you shall stand arrayed in the garments nature provided for you." "I don't care for tea," murmured Browning--"not even for repartee." "This is worse than being roasted at the stake!" muttered a soph in a corner.

"It is severe punishment." "Help!" cried Dismal.

"Somebody take me out! I can't get ahead of these miserable palefaces." "You'll get a head if I ever find a good chance to give it to you," declared the voice of Puss Parker from the darkness.
Outside the painted savages were roaring: "Farewell! farewell! farewell, my fairy fay! Oh, I'm off to Louisiana For to see my Susy Anna, Singing 'Polly-wolly-woodle' all the day." And thus the captured sophomores were borne in triumph out to East Rock, and as they were the ones who engaged the hack, they paid for their own conveyance.
Never before had anything like it happened at Yale.