THE FREE LANCE.
Published Monthly during the College Year by the Students of
The Pennsylvania State College.
Vol. IX
Know I her for a fairy ?
Ah! indeed I know it well!
For she charmed me with her airy
Laughter, and from her eyes there fell
A beam of light so tender
That she wrapped me in her spell.
Could she do this, being mortal?
Ahl my friend you will agree,
That any who have crossed the portal
Twixt her world and this we see,
Must have walked in nature's footsteps
Follows as necessity.
Therefore more than mortal's glances
Was it pierced me with that beam;
Stifling all my idle fancies,
Roused from slumber by this flame,
As a sunbeam tipped with morning
Tingles yet with Aurora's gleam.
. What a goddess of beauty!
the luckiest man in creation.
It was Commencement week and Jack Crawford's chum, Victor
l i ee, stood in the wide, low window of his room and watched his
chum do the honors of his Alma Mater, accompanied by the
prettiest girl he had ever seen. " H'm," he said to himself,
"Jack's going to stop here in front of this window to show her off."
I don't wonder, all the fellows
c have raved over that girl. She
doesn't look silly. like ; inost of 'em. I'm glad I've taken three
dances, I'll be ; on time, at the ' tea ' to make her acquaintance
before the other fellows get there."
FEBRUARY, 1896,
A FANCY
A TRIP TO EUROPE.
Gad! that's Jack Crawford. He's
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