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Since then she's always been polite,
And cordial, too, you know;
But from that time I realize
I've never had a show.
A. W. BELL. Yale Record.
~Her Thanks.~
She thanked them all for everything,
From Christmas card to diamond ring;
And as her gifts she gaily flaunted,
She told her friends, "Just what I wanted."
But I, who had no cash to blow,
Just kissed her 'neath the mistletoe.
She blushed a bit, yet never daunted,
Repeated low, "Just what I wanted."
M.D. FOLLANSBEE. Harvard Lampoon.
~An Idyl.~
He stands before his glass in doubt;
His beard by night hath sprouted well.
He needs must scrape,—and yet without
He hears begin the lecture bell.
Too many times he's skipped the course—
He fears its doors on him may shut:
His blade is dull. Now which is worse,
To cut and shave, or shave and cut?
Harvard Lampoon.