Stunning girl,
Out of sight.
Guess I'll pop
Tuesday night.
Bully shape,
Pretty eyes;
Papa's rich,
Quite a prize.
Sure to have me,
Can't say no;
Lots of rocks--
It's a go.
R. L. RAYMOND.
_Harvard Lampoon_.
~Nightmare Of A Freshman Sign Swiper.~
He turned and tossed upon his bed,
Repose he could not find,
For all night long such things as these
Kept coursing through his mind.
"Keep off the Grass," and "Beer on Draught,"
"H-O," and "Pyle's Pearline;"
"Look out for paint," and "Use Pear's Soap,"
Were signs which he had seen.
And in the midst of all of these
A demon seemed to dance,
Who asked him with a fiendish grin,
"I say, 'Do you wear pants?'"
W.D. FLAGG.
_Harvard Lampoon_.
~What the Wild Waves Said.~
Do you hear the ocean moaning,
Ever moaning sad and low?
'Tis because that fat old bather
Stepped upon its undertow.
_University Herald_.
~A Decision.~
As a maid so nice,
With step precise,
Tripped o'er the ice,
She slipped; her care in vain.
And at the fall,
With usual gall,
The schoolboys call,
"Third down; two feet to gain."
ARTHUR LLEWELLYN ENO.
_Brunonian_.
~The Thorn that Guards.~
Far in the corner on the stairs,
We were sitting together, she and I;
The murmuring music was soft and low,
Like zephyrs that float 'neath a summer sky.
She held in her fingers a deep red rose,
And was plucking the petals, one by one;
Her eyes were filled with the dreamy light
That softens the west when the day is done.
"Ah, Mildred, you are a bud yourself;
Its blushing sweetness is wholly thine;
Cannot you let me press the flower,
And keep it forever, and call it mine?"
The fair lips trembled, the dimples smiled,
Her eyes told clearly that I had lost;
But my heart still hoped, till she gently sighed,
"You forget what _American Beauties_ cost."
T.G.P.
_Cornell Era_.
~A Kiss.~
"A kiss it is a poeme faire."--_Old Song._
A kiss is not like the poems at all
Which I drop through the editor's office door;
For I like it as well "returned with thanks,"
As "accepted, with a request for more."
L.
_Wesleyan Literary Monthly_.
~The Modern Book.~
Extremely small or of giant size,
Bound in vellum or boards antique,
The pages of paper made by hand
With deckle edge and shape unique;
Margins four inches wide, at least,
And straggling o'er the page a line
Or two (no more), of beautiful print
In type advertised as "our own design."
You pay a price exorbitant
This cherished morsel to procure;
You get a gem of the bookman's art
And five cents' worth of literature.
M.R.
_Vassar Miscellany_.
~His Father Took Him Home.~
"I was always so poor in Greek,"
_He played the guitar_,
"A 'dec' I never could speak,"
_He won every race_,
"My Latin I have to 'horse,'"
_In football a star_,
"The German is 'cribbed' perforce."
_He played second base._
S.J.R.
_Madisonensis_.
~Beautiful Sprig.~
Sprig, sweet Sprig, is cobig;
For I feel it id the air,
See, the groud is gedtly thawig,
Bud ad slush are everywhere.
Dow I doff by widter fladdels,
Ad I dod by subber close;
Thed for weeks ad weeks together
Vaidly try to blow by dose.
J. P. WELSH.
_Harvard Lampoon_.