W. AMES. Harvard Lampoon.
~Applied Mathematics.~
"My daughter," and his voice was stern,
"You must set this matter right;
What time did the Sophomore leave,
Who sent in his card last night?"
"His work was pressing, father dear,
And his love for it was great;
He took his leave and went away
Before a quarter of eight."
Then a twinkle came to her bright blue eye,
And her dimple deeper grew.
"'Tis surely no sin to tell him that,
For a quarter of eight is two."
Lehigh Burr.
~The District Telegraph Boy.~
Hear the clatter of those feet;
See him coming up the street
On the trot!
He is going to the Greens;
No, he's going to the Dean's,
Is he not?
See the uniform of blue,
And the shiny letters, too,
On his cap.
I imagine he is quite
An intelligent and bright
Little chap.
What a careless tune he hums,
And how innocently comes
Hurrying.
Ah, how little does he know
Of the happiness or woe
He can bring!