She was the première danseuse of the ballet,
And she tripped the light fantastic like a fay;
She was so sweet and cunning,
And withal so very stunning,
That I was bound to meet her right away.
I went behind the scenes after the play,
And imagine my surprise as well you may:
This maid so sweet and cunning,
And withal so very stunning,
I'll swear that she was forty if a day.
Harvard Lampoon.
~"As Ye Sow."~
"What awful debts are these, my son?
Not one cent more, forsooth!
I never was a rake like you
In the hey-day of my youth."
"Quite right you are," the sport replied;
"And yet you twist the truth,
For once you used to rake the fields
In the hay-day of your youth."
J. J. MACK, JR. Harvard Lampoon.
~On Afric's Golden Sands.~
A wild and warlike Zulu chief
Was he;
His costume was as brief as brief
Could be.
He vowed that he would woo and win
A maid,
But she skipped out and left him in
The shade.
At first she liked him; this was how
She ceased—
He simply wouldn't wear his trou-
Sers creased.
University Herald.