Style changes so!
This hat I'll hardly dare to show
Near "Easter bonnets;" it's too low;
I fear I must be purchasing;
The spring is come.
I'm glad to have the winter go;
I don't like ice, I don't like snow.
Green fields, bright flowers, and birds to sing,
Of course I like that sort of thing;
But still--it makes me blue to know
The spring is come.
LOUIS JONES MAGEE.
_Wesleyan Argus_.
~A Street-Car Romance.~
I write to offer you my heart,
O maiden, whom I do not know.
Pray do not think me premature
In making known my feelings so,
For I have loved you steadfastly,
O damsel of the unknown name,
And all last night and half to-day
My passion has been in a flame.
'Twas not your face, though that is fair,
Nor yet your voice bewitched me so:
(I heard you ask the motor-man
How long before the car would go.)
I saw you on the car that went
From Harvard Square on Tuesday noon;
I don't believe that you saw me,
For you were reading the _Lampoon_.
And this is why I write to you:
To say that I am wholly thine,
I love you, for that first-page joke,--
The one you laughed at,--_that was mine._
W. AMES.
_Harvard Lampoon_.
~Applied Mathematics.~
"My daughter," and his voice was stern,
"You must set this matter right;
What time did the Sophomore leave,
Who sent in his card last night?"
"His work was pressing, father dear,
And his love for it was great;
He took his leave and went away
Before a quarter of eight.
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