eans nothing if not "A Boy,"
And you and I must yield to her charms,
And take the place of Minerva's arms,

CHARLES KELLOGG FIELD.
_Stanford Quad._

~Conditioned.~

Dear old pipe, my oldest friend,
Brier of darkest hue,
How I long to smoke and dream--
I'm in love with you.

Good old beer, an oft-tried friend,
Best and choicest brew,
How I long for you again--
I'm in love with you.

Laughing lips and rosy cheeks,
Eyes of deepest blue,
You I long for most of all--
I'm in love with you.

Tempt me not, my dear old friends,
I have work to do--
Four conditions in a term--
For I loved but you.

_Brunonian_.

~Evening on the Campus.~

Behind a screen of western hills
The sunset color fades to-night;
Along the arching corridors
Long shadows steal with footsteps light.
The banners of the day are furled;
Thro' darkening space the twilight creeps
And smooths the forehead of the world
Until he sleeps.

The oak-trees closer draw their hoods;
A bird, belated, wings his dim,
Uncertain flight, and far above
A star looks down and laughs at him;
The sky and mountains melt in one;
Tall gum-trees range their ranks around;
The white walk marks its length upon
The velvet ground.

From out the dusk the chimney points,
Like guiding finger, to the skies;
Down drops the curtain of the night,
And all the plain in darkness lies,

When, as the college buildings seem
To lose their form in shapeless mass,
The lights shine out as poppies gleam
Amid the grass.

CHARLES KELLOGG FIELD.
_Four-Leaved Clover._

~Philosophy.~

Shall I grieve because a maid
Swore to love me--failed to do it?
When we both are old and staid,
I shall laugh--and she shall rue it.
Shall I grieve, if for a prize,
Strive my best--I fail to win it?
In the world where honor lies,
Medal men are seldom in it.

C.W. CRANNELL.
_Garnet_.

~Bed During Exams.~

_(With Apologies to Mr. Stevenson.)_

I used to go to bed at night,
And only worked when day was light.
But now 'tis quite the other way,
I never get to bed till day.

I look up from my work and see
The morning light shine in on me,
And listen to a warning knell--
The tinkle of the rising bell.

And does there not seem cause to weep,
When I should like so much to sleep,
I have to sing this mournful lay,
I cannot get to bed till day?

CLARA WARREN VAIL.
_Bryn Mawr Lantern._

~Under Two Flags.~

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