Exchanges. A Pstmi’Kn I’kkrooa'j'ivk, 'l'lie men in jokes no longer lose Their collar buttons, as of yore, But the modern maid with stiff shirt-waist Now gropes around on the dusty floor. His strong right embraced her Perhaps a bit too tight, A soft weak wail—“ bone broken ’’ l Escaped her lips so white. Her sister’s whispered question At once divined the cause, For to her words the maid replied, Why yes, of corset was. s kissed her under the stars I” Thus sung The son of the muses nine, len added, giving his lyre a twang, " X call that a clever line.” it the printer who published this lovely song, A man of many cares, ule it, with never a thought of wrong, 1 He kicked her under the stairs." "The wind bloweth, The water floweth, The subscriber oweth, And the Lord knoweth That we are in need of our dues, So come a runnin’, Ere we go gunnin’, This kind of dunnin’ Gives us the blues.” He belonged to the Fifth Army Corps, And was just going out of the (lorps, When a big iron weight Fell down on his peight; ’Twas dreadful the way that he sworps,— Ex. Not That Time, a only time Willie was ever polite Vas once when I called on his sister. ; chanced ’neath the misletoe; I did my best, tut Willie, who saw, called out “ Mr.”— Ex. Vassar Miscellany. — T. H. S., in Williams Weekly. — Lafayette,
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