The game was won, and we'd begun to cheer each man respectively;
We rah! rah! rahed! and blew horns hard, and shook our flags
effectively;
His eyes shone bright, as left and right they called to him vivaciously;
I my disdain recalled with pain, and waved my banner graciously.
Now let him miss the German quiz, and fail to pass astronomy,
To football lore what's physics or political economy?
To have him bow is rapture now, to be o'erlooked adversity;
To catch his smile is worth the while attending University.
HENRIETTA L. STADTMULLER.
_Sequoia_.
~Drinking Song.~
Let sparkling wine o'erbrim the glass,
And kiss its lips in haste to fly;
But though it would to glory pass,
It is not eager as am I.
I fain would drain the utmost drop,
And leave the beaker's hollow bare,
For when I turn its foot atop,
I see my true love's image there.
Each bubble of the dancing wine
Symbols a love-kiss softly given,
And rising upward is a sign
That earth hath joys to equal heaven.
Ah! were the cup a league in rim,
And deep as is the ocean's blue,
I'd hold its girth were all too slim
And wine of kisses thrice too few.
B.A. GOULD, JR.
_Harvard Lampoon_.
~Sour Valentines.~
To-morrow is the day for valentines;
Then let me leave my thesis for a space,
Lower the lamplight on these weary lines,
And dream a little in the shadowed place.
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