EXCHANGE VERSE coolish forebodings I more than futile quest I Your slaves build up their lives on dead men's bone; That crumbling, shake down all. Know that conte; Was never gained in actionless lament. Live with to-day; throb with its throbs. The best In man must grow from deeds, not empty moans. THE SONG OF THE DYNAMO With a hum—hum—hum—hum ! And a long rattling tone like the roll of a drum, And a zoom—zoom—zoom—zoom ! As I charge full of ozone the dynamo room, While the workmen move 'round in their denim and j With oil-can in hand, to feed the machines As they rattle and roar to the tune of my song, And respond to the main -shaft, shining and long. There's a booming deep bass in the song that I sing, And a treble, a gnat-like, melodious zing I And a buzz—buzz, like a myriad bees,— Cantata electric in six minor keys. So I hum—hum—hum—hum While men in my presence stand awe-struck and dnni The wife of the foreman is buxom and fair, And one day I sang her a rollicking air. I whirred and I buzzed an indefinite while, Till at last I succeeded in gaining a smile. And she spoke of my brass-work, admiring my steel, And watching the belt that embraces my wheel. Then in triumph I sang till the foreman looked glum, With my soul-searching boom and my amorous hum,' So I sing and I sing, from morning till night, If the weather be dull or the weather be bright. I charm and bewitch till the senses grow numb With my droning, monotonous, musical hum. TRIP L] A whirl of skirts and a lightsome laugh, Red lips, curled in a tempting bow, Brown eyes' challenge, provoking, sweet— " stooped in a moment and kissed you so. (For the mistletoe hung in the paneled hall And a hiss is a trifle after all.) —Columbia Lit. —The Amh
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