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-THE-VASSAR GIRL'S LAMENT.
DEAD LEAVES.
THE COURIER
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We send the pigskin flying
Liko a burnt-out shooting star,
As wo play our games of foot ball
Up hero at old Vaesar,
Wo chase across the gridiron,
Wo plan the rush and run,
But when the ball's kicked o'er the goal
The Vassar girl is dono.
For hero there are no plaudits,
No shout of victory.
No thundrous tongues to raiso the cry,
No thousand eyes to see.
"You've won the game! You've won the game!"
Our Freshmen comrades say;
But there's no mighty voico to shout:
"Hurrah for Rose and Gray!"
"Oh, why is this?" we cry aloud,
"Give us the reason true,
"Why is it that the Rose and Gray
Can't kick with Orango and Blue?"
"Hush, hush, my dears," the teachers wise
Unto the players say:
"It can not bo until your clothes
Are built somo other way."
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NERVE.
v (Written for Tiie Courier.
You may ask fur yer gold an' fur silver,
You may ask fur good looks or fur grace,
You may ask fur tact or fur talent,
To help you gay fortune to chaso,
But fur me, if I war a askin
Fur that which my purpose would serve,
I'd ask fur a supply o' that precious
Peculiar possession called nerve.
'Tis nerve that helps the great statesman,
Tis nerve that brings a man gold,
'Tis nerve that gives a man courage
'Tis netve that makes a man bold,
Tis nerve that wins among women,
An' makes a man socially sure,
Tis nerve that giveB a man braveness
Th' ills of this life to endure.
'Tis nerve that helps the bank-robber,
An' th' minister preachin' o' hell
Needs nerve to help in the burden
O' its fearful tortures to tell
'Tis nerve that makes you'most happy
Through all this world's buffets an' strife
An young man you'll .find it takes great
nerve
When it comes to gettin' a wife.
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Whirl ! dead leaves whirl !
In your withered waltz of death.v-.
Whirl to the dirging music piped '"
By autumn's mournful breath.
Whirl ! dead leaves whirl !
Dance with tho ghostly breeze,
Over tho baro brown earth,
Under the naked trees.
Whirl ! dead leaves whirl !
And drift in a droary danco
Liko our short lives
Blown here and there by chanco.
William Reed D unkoy.
HER PECULIARITIES.
How doth tho little blushing maid
Employ each shining hour?
Doth sho in sober thought arrayed.
Learn knowledgo that is power?
Say, doth she mend her father's socks,
And cook his evening meal?
And doth she make her own sweet frocks,
With adolescent zeal?
Not much; not much. Sho knows it all;
Sho doth not need to learn.
Sho thinks of naught but rout or ball,
And which youth shall be her'n.
She hustles for a diamond ring;
She cares not for her dad.
She does not make him anything
Except, she makes him mad.
-Tom Hall.
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SAVED SOME.
"Be mine," suddenly exclaimed the youth.
With joy sho fell into hiB arms, acquies
cently. "I was afraid," she faltered, tremulously,
"that you hadn't tho face to ask me."
True, ho had left a largo portion of h8
countenance on the field whero last he con
tended at foot ball but ho had enough, left
for this business.
GALLANT.
London Tid Bits.
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She You serpent.
Ho gallantly You shake charmer.
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