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nt times without a cure, With pessimistic portraiture-- His back is turned, he cannot see Her winsome smile. HARRY KEISER MUNROE. _Wesleyan Argus._ ~The Summer Girl.~ I wooed her in the summer months, When all the world was gay, And on the hillside, in the sun, The yellow harvest lay, And late, across the level lawns, The twilight met the day. Together, in the garden walks, At early morn we went; Together, in the deep green groves, The drowsy noontide spent; And in the evening watched how well The sunset glories blent. Oh, happy morn! The trysting oak Hung o'er the orchard gate. I waited for her in the shade--- I had quite long to wait, For with the coachman she eloped And left me to my fate. _Yale Record._ ~Phyllis's Slippers.~ Before the firelight's genial glow She sits, and dreams of waltzes sweet, Nor heeds the curious gleams that show Grandmamma's slippers on her feet. Ah, happy slippers, thus to hold So rare a burden! It were meet That you should be of beaten gold To clasp so close such dainty feet. H. A. RICHMOND. _The Tech_. ~Vindication.~ Pray, why do maidens ever stand beneath The mistletoe? And why was ever hung the mystic wreath-- Why should it grow? And why were laughing eyes and lashes made, If not to tease? And such an opportunity displayed, If not to seize? Why, pouting lips should always ready be To catch a kiss. If cheeks will blush, why, it is plain to see 'Tis not amiss. And when a maiden sweet, and roguish eyes, And mistletoe, And madd'ning lips, while telltale blushes rise, A-teasing so-- Think you that I all idle waiting sat To see her go? Did I believe when she insisted that She didn't know? ARTHUR MAURICE SMITH. _Wrinkle_. ~To an Imaginary One.~ Say, darling, do you love me true? Return you my affection? Pray answer as I want you to, And speak with circumspection. Don't blurt me out a _yes, cherie_, And throw your arms around me: A lack of maiden modesty Would shock me and confound me. Be distant as the morning star, Nor let me know how real, How most material you are-- My love is too ideal. Yes, be a little bit afraid, And make a sweet resistance; So near, a maid is but a maid, A goddess at a distance. Still deign to play the charmer, dear, Blush while you're thinking of me, Breathe coyest wordlets in mine ear, But
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