Cornell's "co-eds" have flattering ways;
Many a soul they have filled with woe;
Up at Vassar they're prone to stays,
And no girl there can have a beau;
All those beautiful blooms must throw
Their sweetness away where no man may dwell;
Rules can be cheated, sometimes, though:
I have been there,—but I won't tell!
ENVOY.
Girls, the Blue and the Crimson know
How a tryst is kept after bedtime bell.
"Hush-sh," you whisper, "be cautious!" Oh,
I have been there,—but I won't tell!
F.R. BATCHELDER. Harvard Lampoon.
~Ballade of the Alumna.~
How sadly in these latter days,
In search of memories bitter-sweet,
We tread the once-accustomed ways
With step grown slow, and lagging feet,—
Timed to the pulse's slower beat,—
And climb the stair and reach the floor,
To find—alas! how time is fleet!
Another's name is on the door!
We timid knock, and beg to gaze
On all once ours—are shown a seat,
O irony! In sad amaze
We marvel that it looks so neat,
Recalling how we used to meet
At gruesome hours in days of yore,—
Hours that fate can ne'er repeat:
Another's name is on the door.
Our ready chaff, our wordy frays,
Conviction backed by young conceit,
Have left no echoes; nothing stays
To mark how once we "led the street;"
But others come with youthful heat,
Nor reck of those who came before,
And play their part—their years complete;—
Another's name is on the door.
ENVOY.
Freshmen, our age with reverence greet,
And warning take, though grieved sore,
No words delay, no prayers entreat,—
Another's name is on the door.