I love to be where, to and fro,
Weary or eager, fast or slow,
The human tide is eddying;
Give me the town.
The balls, the theatres, the row,
Who would not find amusement so?
Here's where a man can have his fling,
Can drink the dregs of—everything.
Would you change this for Surrey? Oh,
Give me the town.
MARY HELEN RITCHIE. Bryn Mawr Lantern.
[Illustration: A BRYN MAWR GIRL.]
~I Flunked To-Day.~
I flunked to-day. "I'm not prepared,"
Was all I said. Still less I cared.
No more I strive the depths to try,
Or drink the fount of wisdom dry;
Yet once at learning's court I fared;
There with the best my work compared;
My weary brain was never spared.
But now,—some one could tell you why
I flunked to-day.
As once to college I repaired,
A half-veiled glance my heart ensnared.
I felt my love (for knowledge) die;
And thus it was without a sigh
I flunked to-day.
ALBERT PAYSON TERHUNE. Columbia Spectator.
~Ring from the Rim of the Glass, Boys.~