"With rose lips near, I'd not refrain
From kissing. I would e'er maintain
That woman's 'No' is often 'Yes,'
Were I a man.
"Yet while I muse, it seems quite plain
That as I am I can't complain,
For Tom and Jack--they both confess--
Adore me. So I rather guess
I'd wish I were a girl again,
Were I a man!"
W.C. NICHOLS.
_Harvard Lampoon_.
~"Three's a Crowd."~
Crisp and hard lay the snow beneath,
The frosty air made young blood tingle.
As we glided over the polished road
To the sleigh-bells' merriest jingle.
We were warmly wrapped to our chins in rugs,
Fur-proof against winter's biting weather,
There was room in the sleigh for only two,
But--three of us sleighed together.
The moon from the clear, cold sky above
Flooded the snow with a golden glory,
And I whispered--for how could I refrain?--
The old, old, world-famous story.
Must have seemed quite a crowd, you say,
With three in the sleigh? Well you _are_ stupid!
Three's a pleastanter company far, than two,
When the person who crowds you is Cupid!
_Vassar Miscellany._
~On Bills.~
At the first of the month I grow morbid and sad;
As I gaze on that pile I believe
In the saying that never was potent before--
"'Tis more blessed to give than receive."
_Lehigh Burr_.
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