* * * *

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_.

~"When?"~

When Harvard's crimson cohorts came
From classic Cambridge down,
And Eli's lovers of the game
Forsook their leafy town,
And met on neutral ground to claim
The football victor's crown,

I carried Rose to see the sight,
The pageant's grand review;
We watched the struggling heroes fight,
The crimson and the blue;
The crowd was yelling with delight,
And fierce the contest grew.

First Yale rose up, an azure sea,
And shouted through the din;
Then Harvard yelled triumphantly,
And each was sure to win,
When Rosa, smiling, said to me,
"When does the game begin?"

E. A. BLOUNT, JR.
_Columbia Spectator_.

~An Unfortunate Phrase.~

He sent her twelve Jacqueminot roses,
All fragrant and blooming and fair,
That nestled so sweetly and shyly
'Neath smilax and maidenhair.

She sent him a letter to thank him,
On paper just tinted with blue--
"The flowers are still very fresh, John,
When I see them I think of you."

She posted her letter that morning,
He got it that evening at ten.
She can't understand what has changed him,
For he called on her never again.

F.S.
_Columbia Spectator_.

~Lines to a Monkey.~

(_After reading Darwin_.)

It seems quite funny to reflect,
And yet what else could we expect
(If Darwin's true),
That my primeval grandmamma
And prehistoric grandpapa
Looked just like you.

How any one could ever see
Relationship 'twixt you and me
I can't explain.
You're such an awkward little beast,
Your features are (to say the least)
So very pla