Let Sophomores yawn and sadly eye their wrist
Watches. Here’s one who knows what he has missed.
To-day I found a letter in my box.
It bore his mark. How eagerly he sought
Wisdom. Yet on the Campus there are flocks
Of students fighting hard lest they be taught.
I knew his old request—’Twas not the same!
He wished ten tickets for the Harvard game.
From “Lyra Levis,” by Edward Bliss Reed, (Price, $1.00), published October 25th, by
YALE UNIVERSITY PRESS