_Harvard Lampoon_.
~A Flirtation on the Cars.~
I did not even know her name,
Nor where she lived, nor whence she came--
'Twas sad, and yet
Was I so very much to blame,
That all my heart should start to flame,
And flare and fret?
She was so sweet, so passing fair,
With such a smile, with such an air--
What could I do?
A glance as shy, as debonair,
An eye as bright, a smile as rare,
I never knew!
And so I smiled across the aisle,
And met the winsome, merry smile
She sent so bold;
At last she laughed, then after while
She cooed aloud in friendly style,
"_I'm_ free years old!"
_University of Chicago Weekly_.
~Has It Come to This?~
A youth, with shining locks of gold,
And eyes than summer skies more blue,
With plaintive voice and modest mien,
Went forth to greet his sweetheart true.
And sang, in accents sweet and low,
Beneath, her window (so says rumor),
"Than others art thou fairer far,
Du bist wie eine _bloomer_."
MARIE REIMER.
_Vassar Miscellany_.
~And the Hammock Swung On.~
"A is the maid of winning charm;
B is the snug, encircling arm;
How many times is A in B?"
He questioned calculatively.
She flushed, and said, with air sedate,
"It's not quite clear; please demonstrate."
HAMILTON GREY.
_Hamilton Literary Monthly_.
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