~Yale, A.D. 2000.~
Far from the ball-room's crowded throng
These two had strolled apart,
While he with fervor whispered of
Her image in his heart.
And that he might detain it there
Forever from that day,
Our Co-ed shyly gave to him
A Yale lock long and gray.
Yale Record.
~In Maiden Meditation.~
"Were I a man," quoth Mistress Jane,
"Ah, would I were!—I'd drink champagne
And smoke—be dashing in my dress—
And let my roving eyes express
A love I never entertain.
"With rose lips near, I'd not refrain
From kissing. I would e'er maintain
That woman's 'No' is often 'Yes,'
Were I a man.
"Yet while I muse, it seems quite plain
That as I am I can't complain,
For Tom and Jack—they both confess—
Adore me. So I rather guess
I'd wish I were a girl again,
Were I a man!"
W.C. NICHOLS. Harvard Lampoon.
~"Three's a Crowd."~