Excerpt: ...She's waiting now 'Till I find how To ask of her a favor. She'll be my wife, - I'd stake my life, - When I'm a little braver. HARLAN COLBY PEARSON. Dartmouth Literary Monthly. A Spring Lament. The spring is come; warm breezes blow; It doesn't make me happy, tho';- For seasons' changes only bring To me the pain of ordering Another suit. Style changes so! This hat I'll hardly dare to show Near "Easter bonnets;" it's too low; I fear I must be purchasing; The spring is come. I'm glad to have the winter go; I don't ...
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Excerpt: ...She's waiting now 'Till I find how To ask of her a favor. She'll be my wife, - I'd stake my life, - When I'm a little braver. HARLAN COLBY PEARSON. Dartmouth Literary Monthly. A Spring Lament. The spring is come; warm breezes blow; It doesn't make me happy, tho';- For seasons' changes only bring To me the pain of ordering Another suit. Style changes so! This hat I'll hardly dare to show Near "Easter bonnets;" it's too low; I fear I must be purchasing; The spring is come. I'm glad to have the winter go; I don't like ice, I don't like snow. Green fields, bright flowers, and birds to sing, Of course I like that sort of thing; But still-it makes me blue to know The spring is come. LOUIS JONES MAGEE. Wesleyan Argus. A Street-Car Romance. I write to offer you my heart, O maiden, whom I do not know. Pray do not think me premature In making known my feelings so, For I have loved you steadfastly, O damsel of the unknown name, And all last night and half to-day My passion has been in a flame. 'Twas not your face, though that is fair, Nor yet your voice bewitched me so: (I heard you ask the motor-man How long before the car would go.) I saw you on the car that went From Harvard Square on Tuesday noon; I don't believe that you saw me, For you were reading the Lampoon. And this is why I write to you: To say that I am wholly thine, I love you, for that first-page joke, - The one you laughed at, -that was mine. W. AMES. Harvard Lampoon. Applied Mathematics. "My daughter," and his voice was stern, "You must set this matter right; What time did the Sophomore leave, Who sent in his card last night?" "His work was pressing, father dear, And his love for it was great; He took his leave and went away Before a quarter of eight." Then a twinkle came to her bright blue eye, And her dimple deeper grew. "'Tis surely no sin to tell him that, For a quarter of eight is two." Lehigh Burr. The District Telegraph Boy. Hear the clatter of those feet;...
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