... weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten scores,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my locker room door.
“‘Tis some Baby Blue visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my locker room door—
Only this, and nothing more.”

Back into the Locker Room turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
“Surely,” said I, “surely this is something we worked on in practice:
Let me see, then, what threat is, and this mystery explore—
Let Dr. Lou be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
‘Tis the Tar Heels and nothing more.”

Open here I flung ...

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