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L COLLEGE VERSE I What languages do they speak in Hades Do you know The dead languages I suppose Harvard Lampoon There was a young young fellow named Fred He was raising a mustache he said It had sprouted ten days And grown quite a ways When the wind blew a gale and it fled Ex Ex EX EX EX Of all the things that make us mutter curses Contemptuous beyond our dictions diction's range Is the magazine that quotes our little verses And signs them with the plume nom-de-plume Exchange Columbia Spectator A triolet Must go this way yay ay See thus thus we we get getA v A triolet 5 One more rhyme yet And then we say sayA sayA sayA say say- A triolet Must go this way Red Red and Blue Elite r REACTION oft that the soft throbs of joy Prelude the keen throbs of pain And the train of the brightest Sunshine Is borne by her sad sad page j page age the rain For the violet that grows on the bank The grasses have died at its root From out the dank marsh of my sorrow The lily of gladness may shoot In the wine that glad Victory sips She swallows the great pearl of cost And the conqueror knows that his fame Neer Ne'er outweighs the love he has lost r. r One hour of the greatest gladness f. f Oft heralds the mourning of years For behind the thin gleam of laughter Lie ever deep shadows of tears Silver and Gold r. r I Ii i As to the chapel my way I trace There meets me daily a maidens maiden's face From beneath a crown of golden hair There sparkle her eyes a laughing pair And her rosy lips have a saucy pout That puts my senses at once to rout Yet to meet the maid I cannot hope For she's only an ad of somebody's soap Yale rale Tale Record ee Your figure petite is i. ever so sweet And theres there's certainly no getting round it Her adorer was scared and hence unprepared For her question meant more than she hardly dared But she coyly found voice to pronounce it 11 t So is sweet my figure petite ever so And youre you're sure quite quite sure theres there's no getting getting- round it Amherst Student The harp that once through Taras Tara's hall The soul of music shed No longer sounds the banjo fiend Gets in his work instead Trinity Trinity Tablet A little old man from the West Wore his watch in the back of his vest For said he sublime Neer Ne'er to be behind time Though the method is awkward at best Cy Cynic ic VACATION HAPPENINGS In Forest Grove not far from the sea The first of April in ninety three When most of the girls at Lanona Hall Were known by their absence if known at alL all- then that a lady the belle of the town Asked some of the poor lonesome lasses around With college songs violins banjo and fun Most happily onward the merry time spun Then out into the dining room we went at last And there were served with a dainty repast With masonry skillful bananas were piled Academy and College the structures were were- sty styled led The colors of college were there with no lack The table was dressed in crimson and black We all cast behind us the cares of our school On this merry night of April Fool Foo And most gladly the praise well we'll tellOf tell tellOf tellOf belle Of our loved hostess Forest Groves Grove's AN UNFORTUNATE TE PHRASE RAS He sent her tw twelve elve Minot Jacque-Minot roses All fragrant and blooming and fair That nestled so sweetly and shyly i t I Neath smilax and maiden 1 i i iOn She sent a letter to thank him On paper just tinted with bl blue blue blue- eThe e- e The flow flowers rs are still very frei fresh h John When I see them I think of you vou She posted her letter that morning He got it that evening at ten r She e cant can't understand what t has changed chang d him f For he call called d on m her r never again Columbia S Spectator e THE FUNNIEST JOKE The funniest joke I ever heard From no comic paper came But our dear professor the word To his scholars tried tried and and tame Perhaps because he softly smiled And fixed upon us his eye j But But the class s burst forth into laughter a g ter wild That startled the very sky Oh hundreds of students may have sat sat And An grinned in the self same self way Yet that gag remains as fresh and pat patAs patAs patAs As it was on its natal day So the he joke I ever heardt heard f t From no comic paper came 1 But our dear professor the word To his scholars tried and tame J t Polytechnic NOT IN IT IT c I Hows How's asked he trig trig f As he hung up his hat 1 t. t 1 Lines f- f cosines formulae formulae- I Have you got it all pat Well no It aint right But I flunked it last night J t And some how this morning I begin it The trees were too green i In the sunlight's sheen And Lulu came with me mend And nd w well ll now I Im I'm not in It Got ot your Greek asked sh she As th they y sat clo close e together r On a stone i in the s shade ade Of a spreading g elm eim tree ft He ie J looks 9 s at t the maid And nd then ponders whether i I II 1 I i t better to be beNeath beNeath Neath eath this s sheltering t tree ee J r With the maid by his sid side And nd a pony to ride rid i ii i When he wants to begin it 1 So he lets the time pass Till the bell rings his class And then he remembers that he he I in it I R. 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G The clouds pack black on the distant hill J JAnd j jAnd And the sweeping wind that rushes by j Has a sting that is strength and the will 1 j Of the life of the sky j I jj Something responds to to the rains rain's gray wing Brushing my fa face e in fugitive flight flight- Echo of some anter anterior or thing a Cast out from soul sight Merest dr dream am of a dream that i is dead 1 Yet this storm torm brings a sullen joy t Re Reminding i ding again of tears once shed shed From the heart of a boy H Harvard Advocate TO MY l LOVE worth a life those lips to press press With rapture close to mine mineTo mineTo mineTo mine mine- I To live for aye in suc such duress Were happiness divine To lie forever at her feet Were joy beyond compare re To be her menial slave were meet Reward for or all my care I ITo To rest rest like jewel on her breast To feel the throbbing there 1 The hot and surging flesh oppressed j By passion every everywhere here I 1 j To hold her in the tender grasp a Of loves love's long fond embrace To cover while her neck I clasp 1 With kisses her fair face Were Vere greater bliss than Paradise Paradis j Than itself could give give give- Should one for me such joy devise I could no longer live Lehigh Burr Barr |