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Show But through my tears I saw far downthe street The manly form of one I fain would'greet- "My Captain, O, My Captain,"-Yes'twas Dune. I ran to meet him with a smile mostsweet.I nabbed Mm but it was of little use, He hemmed and hawed, "I'm workinglike the deuce,An Engineer can't fuss."-An Engineer! He couldn't even build a good excuse.Sometimes when I get all my glad ragsonI think I have a chance to capture Lon. I wish I had a "million dollar walk" Just like that Maxim's singing girl, Mignon.I often think 'twould be a happy lot If I could share a little home with Ott. But he's so cold he freezes up my love, And so I fear we'll never tie the knot.I've smiled on Shifty, asked about hisfolks, Made love to Love, have laughed atTub's old jokes, Had tete-a-tetes with Woolley, eventhough, (Perhaps you know) the horrid creaturesmokes.I've even tried, lone maiden that I am, To snare the loving heart of loyal Ham. B,ut this was folly for Ms heart is fixed, And I can never be his "Honey-Lam'."try. I'll not repine nor chant a "Vae victae."v.SPerhaps before my senior year is past, I'll proudly wear the cross of Sigma Chi.SonnetBy Hie Haec Hoc.(Written during an attacK of mental indigestion contracted through immoderate cramming.)Our books are too much with us; late and soon,Boning and grinding, we lay waste our powers;Little we see in hallways that is ours;We have given our smiles away, a sordid boon!The hillside paths beneath the round-faced moon,These lawns, where one can while away the hoursWith sweet co-eds, as fair as springtime flowers,For these, for everything, we are out of tune;They move us not.-Whoop snacks! I'drather beA dunce, and travel on a pony long outworn,So might I, in some jolly company, Poke fun at grinds, pale, long-faced, andforlorn;Make sport of Medics, and very possibly, Of learned Ph D.'s, unshaved, unshorn.If you think our jokes are dull And do not like our rhyming,Think this over, ponder well:"The man who fell was climbing.0 |