A love-lorn lad wooed a coy maid once,
All of a summer's day he plead;
Oft he spoke of the bonds of love—the dunce!
And she shyly shook her head.
When from his heart hope had almost fled,
He spoke of bonds he had in town.
Still the shy little maiden shook her head—
But she shook it up and down.
Trinity Tablet.
~My Mistake.~
I met her on a Pullman car,
In section number nine;
Each eye shone like a morning star,
With radiance divine.
So when I placed my bags and traps
In section number ten,
She looked so tempting 'mid her wraps
I sought her face again.
She glanced at me with roguish pose,
Yet innocent of guile,
Then colored like a blushing rose,
And tried to hide a smile;
The sweet confusion but enhanced
Her dainty tint of pink,
And quite by accident she chanced
The nearest eye to wink.
When she refused my proffered card
With scorn and proud disdain,
I tried my best, and pleaded hard
My error to explain.
She listened to my mumblings crude,
Then tossed her nose on high;
"I think," she said, "you'd wink, if you'd
A cinder in your eye."
E. P. G. The Tech.
~Sic Semper.~
I sent her a spoon,
She is married to-day;
The wedding's at noon.
I sent her a spoon—
And she loved me in June!
But that's always their way.
I sent her a spoon,
She is married to-day.