“ What is the formula, Professor, For maiden ‘ up to date ?’ ” The wise man smiled and quickly wrote “ S. S. F., ’98.” “Pray, what may mean this mystic scroll ?” Said she, the Vassar pert. 11 Why, one part saint and one part sage And ninety-eight a flirt. ’ ’ — Ex. A Slight Mistake. “ Oh ! Polly, you are hard on me,” The Junior sadly cried. “ Though I spent two hours with you last night, This morn I nearly ‘died.’ ” (We smile upon his sad distress; A love-sick boy, say we. But wait I he speaks of her again; Let’s see who it may be.) “Yes, Polly, I’ve made up my mind To let you slide,” he said. (They’ve quarreled, we whisper to ourselves, And shake our knowing head.) “ You're the hardest course I have this year. ’ The romance is all gone. For we thought he spoke of some tender maid, While ’twas only of “ Pol. Econ,” The Cyceist. His cyclometer registers hundreds of miles, And wheeling ho says, “I adore.” But I caught him one day with his bike upside down. A-reeling miles off by the score.— Ex. Gallant young John went a wooing one day And met a sweet maiden in brown, hid away In the depths of a prickly reserve; He doffed his gay plumes, he spoke a kind word, — But the shy little maiden nor answered nor stirred. But giddy Jack Frost went into the wood And saw the same maiden as silent she stood By the side of the gallant young John. Fie kissed her cold lips and wrapped her in fur; She opened her heart—the shy chestnut burr. Poetry. Verse, —Bowdoin Verse.
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