ALBERT ELLSWORTH THOMAS.
_Brunonian_.
~The Call of Duty.~
At early morn, a valiant knight,
On prancing charger, richly dight,
With helm and lance and armor bright,
Rose from his lordly halls:
"Now, in this region, round about,
There dwell three outlaws, strong and stout:
If luck be mine, I'll find them out!
For duty calls."
Friday, at three, another knight
(Knowing that ladies all delight
In music), shod with patents bright,
Steers clear of Music Halls:
"In Boston's Back Bay, round about,
There dwell three matrons, plain and stout:
If luck be mine, I'll find them out--
For 'duty calls.'"
R. C. ROBBINS.
_Harvard Lampoon._
~A Paradox.~
'Tis a curious fact, but a fact very old;
You can keep a fire hot by keeping it coaled.
HERBERT ERNEST DAY.
_Brunonian_.
~St. Valentine's Eve.~
HE.
"I will write little Ethel some verses,
The love that I bear her to tell;
I've no money for tokens more costly,
I'm sure these will do quite as well.
"How pleased she will be when she gets them!
What a sweet little note I'll receive
In acknowledgment of the verses
I sent her St. Valentine's eve."
SHE.
"What a miserable jumble of phrases!
What chaotic verse do I see!
I wonder what could have possessed him
To send these effusions to me!
"Never mind, though, I'm sure they'll be useful,
And I think I know just about where.
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