"SENIORA FAWCETT."
So to be entitled henceforth, as she is Seniorer to the Senior Wrangler.
To Seniora Fawcett,
The Wranglers yield first place;
And now, first of the Law set,
One of another race,
Beauty, Brunette, Roumanian,
From man takes top Degree!
In learning's race Melanion
Is beaten, one can see,
By the new Atalanta;
At Law School or Sorbonne,
As at our native Granta,
The girls the prize have won.
Bravo, brunette Belcesco!
Some limner ought to draw
A quasi-classic fresco,
O Lady of the Law!
O Mathematic Maiden!
And show the pretty pair
With Learning's trophies laden
And manhood in a scare.
Ah, Portia of Paris!
Urania of the Cam!
Punch, whose especial care is
To sever truth from sham,
Is no great Woman's-Rightist,
But this is not clap-trap;
Of pundits the politest,
To you he lifts his cap!
Docteur en Droit, Punch watches
Miss Fawcett by the Cam;
To you she quick despatches
A friendly telegram.
He, friend of all the Nations,
Of Woman as of Man,
Adds his "felicitations."
Well done, Roumanian!!!
