The Free Lance.
A Pui,r„
I love to sit and watch the leaves
Fall fluttering to the ground,
For nature has a “pull ” on them,
As Isaac Newton found.
A Student’s Episode,
Crafty student,
Pretty maid,
Making love
Fate he staid
Two o'clock,
What a shock!
Papa’s footsteps
Then a knock.
Frightened student
Blushing maid,
Enters papa
Very staid.
Two o'clock
Another shock I
Student got it—
Papa’s knock.— Ex,
An A r.r,-Around Man.
[n the class-room while students
More brilliant are known,
He finds no great hardship
In holding his own.
)n the gridiron and diamond
With victories sown,
'here too he is in it
And holding his own,
tnd now in the evening
When daylight has flown—
lut words are too feeble,
I-le’s holding his Own.
Th« Cai.mno Ska.
the sea is a-calling me, lassie,
id the wild waves sing aloud;
The great gulls scream,
And the white sails gleam,
d the sun beckons over the cloud.
he pine trees are singing, my laddie,
1 the stream runs deep and still;
[December,
— Lafayette.