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Show The Rapee, Before and AfterThe Rape of the TrousersA large day smelling of purling brooks.A soiled and grimy letter on the mountainbreast.Denizens at work,--and limish fumesRise high and hot,As though the lid of nether hell "were off.Comes Love,-aye, even Steve,"With ladies with dark hair and lashes long.He should know better.He should awayInto a garden, there to readHomer and the Bible and Huck Finn,And play at * * and * *But no,-'he comes.Rise freshmen, rape the trousers,The badge of decency from off indecent Steve.Let all be open and above board-Concealment, e'en of manly charmsIs but a treachery.Strike the lyre,Aye, break the strings.Why stand the ladies looking onLike smiling serpents?Do they not see his blushes?They do-for Steve is clothed with blushesAnd in the latest style.High waisted. * *Pie on their modesty.Fie.They must adopt a resolutionNot to look at men unclothedI love such resolutions.And the trousers? They are lost.Steve says they had a wayOf bagging at the knees. And they wereToo ample * * *E'en for Steve.Page two hundred sixty-five |