that I see?
What are all my struggles worth,
Since I've lost my key?

_Harvard Lampoon_.

~Fashion's Folly.~

I knew a maiden fair and sweet,
Whom I had loved for years.
At last one day I told her this,
Although with many fears.

At first she did not say a word,
Then in a pleasant way
She looked out to the west, and said:
"It _is_ a pleasant day."

She had not heard a single word,
She's told me since with tears;
She wore her hair, as some girls will,
Down over both her ears.

S.W. CHAMBERLAIN.
_Vassar Miscellany_.

~Christmas in Chicago.~

The girl from Chicago arose sharp at eight,
As her maid on the door was knocking;
She found a piano, a desk, and a slate
Concealed in the toe of her stocking.

A. M. WHITE, JR.
_Harvard Advocate_.

~A Discovery in Biology.~

I think I know what Cupid is:
_Bacteria Amoris;_
And when he's fairly at his work,
He causes _dolor cordis_.
So, if you'd like, for this disease,
A remedy specific,
Prepare an antitoxine, please,
By methods scientific.
Inoculate another heart
With germs of this affection,
Apply this culture to your own,
'Twill heal you to perfection.

MARY E. LEVERETT.
_Vassar Miscellany_.

~Logic.~

Say, does Fact or Reason err,
And, if they both err, which the more?
The man of smallest calibre
Is sure to be the greatest bore.

_Harvard Lampoon_.

~A Flirtation on the Cars.~

I did not even know her name,
Nor where she lived, nor whence she came--
'Twas sad, and yet
Was I so very much to blame,
That all my heart should start to flame,
And flare and fret?

She was so sweet, so passing fair,
With such a smile, with such an air--
What could I do?
A glance as shy, as debonair,
An eye as bright, a smile as rare,
I never knew!

And so I smiled across the aisle,
And met the winsome, merry smile
She sent so bold;
At last she laughed, then after while
She cooed aloud in friendly style,
"_I'm_ free years old!"

_University of Chicago Weekly_.

~Has It Come to This?~

A youth, with shining locks of gold,
And eyes than summer skies more blue,
With plaintive voice and modest mien,
Went forth to greet his sweetheart true.

And sang, in accents sweet and low,
Beneath, her window (so says rumor),
"Than others art thou fairer far,
Du bist wie eine _bloomer_."

MARIE REIMER.
_Vassar Miscellany_.

~And the Hammock Swung On.~

"A is the maid of winning charm;
B is the snug, encircling