Peradventure.
PERADVENTURE.
You can ride a horse to water,
But you cannot make him drink,
You can “ ride ” your little “ Pony,”
But you cannot make him think.
— Exchange.
No winter has the college year,
Its spring times never pass;
For verdure is each year supplied
By the incoming class
It clearly was a put-up job,
He knew it all the while,
And though he had to see her home,
He didn’t like her style.
And when they lingered at the gate
She muttered with a sigh,—
“ I’ll be at home to-morrow night,”
He answered— 11 So will I,"
POST MORTKM.
My cigarette, my cigarette.
They speak unkind of thee and fret
And call thee coffin-nail; and yet
’Tisjoy through all eternity to feel
That down here in my grave thou’rt near me still—
A coffin nail—my cigarette!
A TRAGEDY.
So pale and still the lady lay
Like death did seem almost.
Above her bends a man whose face
Of love or pity holds no trace,
And she moans in her troubled dream.
Lower he leans. Then lifts his arm.
A hurried flash—a gleam
Of glist’ning steell And his cold white hand
With blood is stained like a scarlet brand,
With blood that flows in a stream.
Then the lady raised her drooping head.
“Your tooth is out; two dollars! ” he said.
—The Lafayette.
The age of miracles has not passed,
At least it hadn’t ought’ter,
For I dropped a burnt match from my boat
And it lit right on the water.
— Exchange.
IV. <SfJ.
—Princeton Tiger.