Yale Record.
~A Summer Campaign.~
I've travelled from the coast of Maine
To Jersey's balmy shore.
Nor have my efforts been in vain,
For maids I've won galore.
In mountain climbs I spent my breath,
On lakes and rivers, too;
I flirted here with coy Beth,
And there with lovely Sue.
No tournament, no sail, nor hop,
Without me was complete;
Nor from love-making did I stop,
Till all were at my feet.
The summer's gone upon the run,
Maids utter sighs in billows;
I've broken sixteen hearts and won
Just sixteen sofa pillows.
J. H. SCRANTON. Yale Record.
~From June to June.~
Two lovers 'mong the weedy brake
Were rowing—happy pair!
They drifted far upon the lake
To get the sun and air.
A year has fled. Again they float;
But one is now the pair,
And three are riding in the boat—
They bring their son and heir.