Now, the kind of co-ed that I describe
Is a co-ed seen very rarely;
The real co-ed's a thing of grace,
With dainty figure and winsome face;
She walks and rides, and she cuts, mon Dieu!
But every professor lets her through;
For her each year is a round of joy,
A. B. means nothing if not "A Boy,"
And you and I must yield to her charms,
And take the place of Minerva's arms,
CHARLES KELLOGG FIELD. Stanford Quad.
~Conditioned.~
Dear old pipe, my oldest friend,
Brier of darkest hue,
How I long to smoke and dream—
I'm in love with you.
Good old beer, an oft-tried friend,
Best and choicest brew,
How I long for you again—
I'm in love with you.
Laughing lips and rosy cheeks,
Eyes of deepest blue,
You I long for most of all—
I'm in love with you.
Tempt me not, my dear old friends,
I have work to do—
Four conditions in a term—
For I loved but you.
Brunonian.
~Evening on the Campus.~
Behind a screen of western hills
The sunset color fades to-night;
Along the arching corridors
Long shadows steal with footsteps light.
The banners of the day are furled;
Thro' darkening space the twilight creeps
And smooths the forehead of the world
Until he sleeps.