Red blood and revel,
Murder, love, and fraud,--
Dancing to the devil,
Laughing to the Lord.
Bright gold and yellow,
Meek maids and bold,
Old wine and mellow--
Wine and maids and gold.
Light life and long life,
Brisk life and brave;
Strong life and wrong life,
Great to the grave.
Sing a song of old days,
Sing them back again;
Kill the canny, cold days,
Let us live like men.
_Harvard Advocate_.
~A Reward of Merit.~
The father asked: "How have you done
In mastering ancient lore?"
"I did so well," replied the son,
"They gave me an encore;
The Faculty like me and hold me so dear,
They make me repeat my Freshman year."
_Trinity Tablet_.
~A Fin de Siecle Girl.~
She studies Henrik Ibsen "to cultivate her mind,"
And reads Shakespeare and Browning through and through;
Meanwhile she knits her brows--it is the only kind
Of fancy work this modern maid can do.
_Concordiensis_.
~Her Reason.~
Once a learned Boston maiden
Was besought for one sweet kiss;
"Only one," he softly pleaded,
But the maid's reply was this:
"I am quite surprised you ask it,
When you know physicians say
That for spreading dire contagion
Kissing is the surest way.
"Though I own that what you ask me
Would be pure, unbounded bliss,
Yet, from hygienic reasons,
I cannot allow a kiss.
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