The girl from Chicago arose sharp at eight,
As her maid on the door was knocking;
She found a piano, a desk, and a slate
Concealed in the toe of her stocking.
A. M. WHITE, JR. Harvard Advocate.
~A Discovery in Biology.~
I think I know what Cupid is:
Bacteria Amoris;
And when he's fairly at his work,
He causes dolor cordis.
So, if you'd like, for this disease,
A remedy specific,
Prepare an antitoxine, please,
By methods scientific.
Inoculate another heart
With germs of this affection,
Apply this culture to your own,
'Twill heal you to perfection.
MARY E. LEVERETT. Vassar Miscellany.
~Logic.~
Say, does Fact or Reason err,
And, if they both err, which the more?
The man of smallest calibre
Is sure to be the greatest bore.
Harvard Lampoon.
~A Flirtation on the Cars.~
I did not even know her name,
Nor where she lived, nor whence she came—
'Twas sad, and yet
Was I so very much to blame,
That all my heart should start to flame,
And flare and fret?