.
_Sequoia_.

~Yale, A.D. 2000.~

Far from the ball-room's crowded throng
These two had strolled apart,
While he with fervor whispered of
Her image in his heart.

And that he might detain it there
Forever from that day,
Our Co-ed shyly gave to him
A Yale lock long and gray.

_Yale Record_.

~In Maiden Meditation.~

"Were I a man," quoth Mistress Jane,
"Ah, would I were!--I'd drink champagne
And smoke--be dashing in my dress--
And let my roving eyes express
A love I never entertain.

"With rose lips near, I'd not refrain
From kissing. I would e'er maintain
That woman's 'No' is often 'Yes,'
Were I a man.

"Yet while I muse, it seems quite plain
That as I am I can't complain,
For Tom and Jack--they both confess--
Adore me. So I rather guess
I'd wish I were a girl again,
Were I a man!"

W.C. NICHOLS.
_Harvard Lampoon_.

~"Three's a Crowd."~

Crisp and hard lay the snow beneath,
The frosty air made young blood tingle.
As we glided over the polished road
To the sleigh-bells' merriest jingle.

We were warmly wrapped to our chins in rugs,
Fur-proof against winter's biting weather,
There was room in the sleigh for only two,
But--three of us sleighed together.

The moon from the clear, cold sky above
Flooded the snow with a golden glory,
And I whispered--for how could I refrain?--
The old, old, world-famous story.

Must have seemed quite a crowd, you say,
With three in the sleigh? Well you _are_ stupid!
Three's a pleastanter company far, than two,
When the person who crowds you is Cupid!

_Vassar Miscellany._

~On Bills.~

At the first of the month I grow morbid and sad;
As I gaze on that pile I believe
In the saying that never was potent before--
"'Tis more blessed to give than receive."

_Lehigh Burr_.

~A Senior's Plea.~

"Dear Father: Once you said, 'My son,
To manhood you have grown;
Make others trust you, trust yourself,
And learn to stand alone!'

"Now, father, soon I graduate,
And those who long have shown
How well they trust me, want their pay,
And I can stand a loan."

JOHN CURTIS UNDERWOOD.
_Trinity Tablet_.

~After the Game.~

They played at cards on the yellow sand.
When the fields and the trees were green,
She thought that the trump was in her hand,
He thought that he held the queen.
But winter has come, and they both have strayed
Away from the throbbing wave--
He finds 'twas only the deuce she played,
She finds