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~The American Girl.~
The German may sing of his rosy-cheeked lass,
The French of his brilliant-eyed pearl;
But ever the theme of my praises shall be
The laughing American girl,
Yes, the jolly American girl.
She laughs at her sorrows, she laughs at her joys,
She laughs at Dame Fortune's mad whirl;
And laughing will meet all her troubles in life,
The laughing American girl,
Yes, the joyous American girl.
You say she can't love if she laughs all the time?
A laugh at your logic she'll hurl;
She loves while she laughs and she laughs while she loves,
The laughing American girl,
Oh, the laughing American girl!
S.F.P.
_Campus_.
~Ballade of Justification.~
A jingle of bells and a crunch of snow,
Skies that are clear as the month of May,
Winds that merrily, briskly blow,
A pretty girl and a cozy sleigh,
Eyes that are bright and laughter gay,
All that favors Dan Cupid's art;
I was but twenty. What can you say
If I confess I lost my heart?
What if I answered in whispers low,
Begged that she would not say me nay,
Asked if my love she did not know,
What if I did? Who blames me, pray?
Suppose she blushed. 'Tis the proper way
For lovely maidens to play their part.
Does it seem too much for a blush to pay
If I confess I lost my heart?
What if I drove extremely slow,
Was there not cause enough to stay?
Such opportunities do not grow
Right in one's pathway every day;
Cupid I dared not disobey,
If he saw fit to cast his dart;
Is it a thing to cause dismay
If I confess I lost my heart?
ENVOY.
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