And this I know, with proof as sure
As though her lips had said it:
Her heart I have before my eyes,
And there I've plainly read it.
For cathode rays have stolen through
This maiden so deceiving;
And thus her heart I've photographed,
And seeing is believing.
S. L. HOWARD. The Tech.
~Miss Milly O'Naire.~
She is not young and fair,
Nor has she golden hair,
Nor a dimple in each cheek,
If that is what you seek;
Hers is a gift more rare,
Miss Milly O'Naire.
She has not laughing eyes,
Blue as the summer skies,
Nor lips of cherry red,
On kisses to be fed;
No, it's not for these I care,
Miss Milly O'Naire.
She is not wondrous wise,
Seeks not for learning's prize.
'Tis true she knows no Greek,
And her English grammar's weak,
But why should I despair,
Miss Milly O'Naire.
So woo and win her I will,
For there's my tailor's bill,
And creditors by the score;
But they'll trouble me no more,
For she has a million to spare,
Miss Millionaire.
WILLARD GROSVENOR BLEYER. The Badger.
~A Shy Little Maid.~