T.G.P. Cornell Era.
~A Kiss.~
"A kiss it is a poeme faire."—Old Song.
A kiss is not like the poems at all
Which I drop through the editor's office door;
For I like it as well "returned with thanks,"
As "accepted, with a request for more."
L. Wesleyan Literary Monthly.
~The Modern Book.~
Extremely small or of giant size,
Bound in vellum or boards antique,
The pages of paper made by hand
With deckle edge and shape unique;
Margins four inches wide, at least,
And straggling o'er the page a line
Or two (no more), of beautiful print
In type advertised as "our own design."
You pay a price exorbitant
This cherished morsel to procure;
You get a gem of the bookman's art
And five cents' worth of literature.
M.R. Vassar Miscellany.
~His Father Took Him Home.~
"I was always so poor in Greek,"
He played the guitar,
"A 'dec' I never could speak,"
He won every race,
"My Latin I have to 'horse,'"
In football a star,
"The German is 'cribbed' perforce."
He played second base.