_Harvard Lampoon_.
~"As Ye Sow."~
"What awful debts are these, my son?
Not one cent more, forsooth!
I never was a rake like you
In the hey-day of my youth."
"Quite right you are," the sport replied;
"And yet you twist the truth,
For once you used to rake the fields
In the hay-day of your youth."
J. J. MACK, JR.
_Harvard Lampoon._
~On Afric's Golden Sands.~
A wild and warlike Zulu chief
Was he;
His costume was as brief as brief
Could be.
He vowed that he would woo and win
A maid,
But she skipped out and left him in
The shade.
At first she liked him; this was how
She ceased--
He simply _wouldn't_ wear his trou-
Sers creased.
_University Herald._
~Two Simple Little Ostriches.~
Now we can talk. Thank goodness, that old bore
Who took me out is talking business o'er
With some one else. The roses were so sweet,
You reckless fellow. It's such fun to meet
Like ordinary friends, while no one knows
Our precious secret. Do you like my clothes?
They're new. You dear! I'm really looking well?
Why don't you like the sleeves? They're very swell.
"They're more offensive than my buzz-saw hat?"
What do you mean? O Jack! How simply flat!
They sha'n't keep you away, dear. Now take care!
No, keep your hands at home.
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