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Show Harvard 8corsd. , It was Ihe morning uf the Y'tiie-lliir yard game at t'nmhrhlge, and two of Ihe New Haven collegians were wan derlng thtough Ihe Hurvard yard, looking ut the utilV'Thlly bulldliigs, I low n a walk tow mil them came n youth of serious uapect, hut pnli'iihlv ' an undergraduate. "I beg your pnrdon," said the Yule man, who la n hit of a wug. to the stranger, "can you tell lue where I can llnd Hurvard university?" "I'm very sorry," aald Ihe aerloua one, with never a amlle. "They've locked It up. You aee, there lire so many Yale men In town." |