CHARLES KELLOGG FIELD. Four-Leaved Clover.
~Gertrude.~
Fair Gertrude lives at Farmington,
Perhaps you've seen her there;
Her eyes delight in laughing light,
Let gods describe her hair;
Her figure—well, grave Juno ne'er
Had half the supple grace
Of Gertrude fair of Farmington—
Perhaps you know that place?
Beneath her lips there gleam two rows
Of greed-inspiring pearls;
Such rows of teeth the gods bequeath
To but their choicest girls.
For other things at Farmington
I do not care a rap,
Although it is a lovely place—
I've seen it (on the map).
I would the gods had given me
Some mild poetic skill;
In Gertrude's praise I'd sing for days,
And volumes I could fill.
Perhaps you think I love this maid—
In sooth perhaps I do;
Well, If I did, I'd tell her—
But, by Jove, I'd not tell you.
J.H. Scranton Yale Record.
~My Politics.~
I am for gold—her golden hair
Whose mesh my soul entrances;
Caressing this, what do I care
For national finances?
For silver, too—those silver tones
That with her laughter rise;
This wealth, thank God. no law or thrones
Can e'er demonetize.
G.W. PIERCE. University of Texas Magazine.