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The Spinning-House of the Future

    By James Williams



        "Cada puta hile."--Don Quixote, i. 46.


        Without my dinner here I lie,
                    And all because that proctor
        With her stout bull-dogs passed, and I
                                            Mocked her.

        For Clara is at Girton too,
                    That dragon is her tutor,
        I threatened once what I would do,
                                            Shoot her.

        Her life by Clara's tears was saved,
                    Wherefore she doth detest me,
        And hither hungry and unshaved
                                            Pressed me.

        I would that I could have commenced
                    An action 'gainst that devil,
        Like that once brought by Kemp against
                                            Neville.[H]

        To her I owe the statute framed
                    That one against it sinning
        Should dwell within the house that's named
                                            Spinning.

        Ah me! it runs in sections three:
                    Who speaks to Girton student
        Is fined to teach him how to be
                                            Prudent.

        Who loves a Girton girl must do
                    Twelve months on bread and water,
        From a digestive point of view
                                            Slaughter.

        Who kisses her commits a crime
                    By hanging expiated,
        And she in tears must spend her time
                                            Gated.

        Would that at Oxford I had been,
                    At Balliol or at Merton,
        And then I never should have seen
                                            Girton.

        Go down I must, no more shall I
                    And Clara cross the same bridge;
        Still, Granta, art thou her and my
                                            Cambridge.

        Some day on this her eyes may light,
                    This doggerel stiff and jointless,
        And she may own it is not quite
                                            Pointless.





Extra Info:
[H] An action brought in 1861 by a dressmaker at Cambridge against the Vice-Chancellor for false imprisonment in the Spinning-House (the University prison). The Court of Common Pleas held inter alia that no action lies against a judge for a judicial decision on a matter within his jurisdiction (10 Common Bench Reports, New Series, 523).


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