Chapter 7 No.7

Comrades, fill a parting cup

Brimming up!

Flood it in your praise's zest,

For the uninvited guest.

With her charms and graces fill it,

Touch the lips and heartward spill it.

Drink it, drain it, clink your glasses,

For the love of loving lasses

Ere it passes!

EDWIN OSGOOD GROVER. Dartmouth Literary Monthly.

~The Senior And The Rose.~

A few faded rose-leaves-

A Freshman-year treasure-

I view you again with a sigh.

Three years have I kept you

In care without measure,

And now must I tell you good-by?

A rose that a Senior

Once dropped and deserted,

A rose from the bright banquet-hall,

A rose that man gave me,

When madly I flirted

With him at the great Junior Ball.

Alas for the rose-leaves!

Confusion o'ercomes me!

My cheek is quite crimson with shame!

Which rose were you part of?

And which Senior was she?

And what was that college man's name?

EVA LINNETTE SOULE. Cardinal.