ALBERT ELLSWORTH THOMAS. Brunonian.
~The Call of Duty.~
At early morn, a valiant knight,
On prancing charger, richly dight,
With helm and lance and armor bright,
Rose from his lordly halls:
"Now, in this region, round about,
There dwell three outlaws, strong and stout:
If luck be mine, I'll find them out!
For duty calls."
Friday, at three, another knight
(Knowing that ladies all delight
In music), shod with patents bright,
Steers clear of Music Halls:
"In Boston's Back Bay, round about,
There dwell three matrons, plain and stout:
If luck be mine, I'll find them out—
For 'duty calls.'"
R. C. ROBBINS. Harvard Lampoon.
~A Paradox.~
'Tis a curious fact, but a fact very old;
You can keep a fire hot by keeping it coaled.
HERBERT ERNEST DAY. Brunonian.
~St. Valentine's Eve.~