>""? jf L?.A RN ft ZEbe Scarlet anb (Barnet, COLLEGE POEMS FROM THE OFFICIAL PUBLICATIONS OF RUTGERS AND UNION. COLLECTED AND EDITED BY A. H. HINMAN, UNION 'O2, AND C. R. BLUNT, RUTGERS 'O4. J. HEIDINGSFELD, PRINTER, 42 ALBANY STREET, NEW BRUNSWICK, N. J. 1901. UNION PUBLICATIONS: The Concordiensis. The Parthenon. The Garnet. RUTGERS PUBLICATIONS: The Targum. The Scarlet Letter. RUTGERS COLLEGE 1766 Sol Justitiac et Occidentein Illustra. SCARLET. Rah-rah-rah, Bow-wozv-ivozv, Rutgers ! UNION COLLEGE 1795 In Necessarils Unitas, in Omnibus Caritas, in Dubiis Liberatas. GARNET. Rah! Rah! Rah! U-N-I-O-N Hikah! Hikah! Hikah! CONTENTS. ;.- CANTUS COLLECIORUM. PAGE. Alma Mater 20 Bow-Wow-Wow 6 Charter Day Hymn 24 Hymn to Union 22 Old Rutgers 10 Old Rutgers is the Stuff 14 On the Banks of the Old Raritan 3 Rah ! Rah ! Rah ! 8 Song to Old Union i Terrace Song n The Garnet the Color We Love . 19 Union Beside the Mohawk Vale 5 Union Marching Song 16 Vive Les Rutgers' Sons '. 18 1 1. ~M EDIT AT I ONES. A Bachelor's Pipe 55 A Common Thought 42 Across the Salt and Silent Sea 29 A Dream 35 A Friend 33 After the Storm 38 Amico 49 Ancilla Domini 47 Beaucaire 27 Contentment 46 Friendship 34 Gladstone 30 Handsome Is That Handsome Does 50 CONTENTS. PAGE. Ideals 48 Opportunity 39 Quo Vadis 28 Solitude 36 The Chaperone 43 A he Cigar's Aroma. S3 The Dreamer 44 The Dying Pilot 31 The Lesser Poet 40 The Present 45 The Spectres of the Past 37 Thoughts 56 To a Cigarette 52 To-Day 51 To My Pipe 54 To Omar the Tentmaker 41 ///. NATURA. Anemones 70 A Silent Visitor 71 A Southern Spring 62 A Winter's Day 64 Moonlight on the Mohawk 67 Nature 61 Rondeau 66 Summer's Prime 65 To Glen Onoko 68 Trailing Arbutus 69 When the Days Grow Long 63 IV. -AMOR. A Catch 125 Adieu 127 A Law of Love for Freshmen 101 Amor Fidelis 85 An Early June Morning 94 An Ode. . 86 CONTENTS. PAGE. A Passing Glance 83 A Psalm of Love 73 Arcadia 126 As In a Dream 93 A Song 78 A Sonnet 107 A Truthful Valentine 90 A Valentine 89 Cancion 1 12 College Widow 100 b reshman Beware 102 Having Quarreled 113 I Would Like To Know 92 Just One 103 Le Billet Doux 108 Love Perfected 96 Meditation 75 Moons 117 My Lady's Fan '. 115 My Photograph 120 Nocturne 77 On Receiving a Picture 121 Parting 104 Phyllis 88 Playing Hearts 123 Question and Answer 106 Say, Helen 1 16 Science Not in It 80 Serenade 97 Song 79 Song to the Manner of Herrich 95 Ten Years After 1 1 \ The College Widow 99 The Difference 87 The Effigy 122 The Sophomore in To 114 To a Cigarette 119 xi. CONTENTS. PAGE. To Bessie 81 Together 84 To My Guitar 124 To My Maedchen 98 1 o One Ne'er Seen 91 Two Hearts .....: 82 Ye Maid of Dorp Makes Answer 109 V CARMINA COMICA. A Ballad of the Ballet 159 According to Hoyle 151 A Cowardly Act 133 A Curl of Brown 138 A b amily Affair 145 A Lie i 137 A Midnight Lunch 142 An Adventure 164 An Effiouxsion 167 An Incident 146 Bill and the Sisters Peach 155 Called to Arms 149 Certainly 161 Coeur Froid 143 Contributed by a Freshman 152 Doggerel 144 En Penitence 148 From Hash to Manna 140 Gambling Terms 165 Iconoclastic 135 Jack 134 Left 153 Multum in Par'vo. .* 156 Repartee 147 The Bard's Lament 132 The Last Farewell 162 The Problem Solved 163 The Violet or the Coffin Tack 139 CONTENTS. PAGE. To a Mosquito 166 To Helen 154 Two Arms 150 Unjust 158 What's the Use 131 When 136 Won the Pot 160 Ye Wooing Knight 157 Vl.MODULATIONES AETHEOPUM. De Universal Law 174 Hushabye 180 Mammy's Honey Boy ._ 176 Ma Ole Virginy Home 173 The Darkey's Creed j. 171 The Panacea 178 To Nellie Lu * 175 VIl.-POEMATA COLLECIORUM. A College Memory 190 Dark Horse 202 Farewell Song 194 In Absentia 189 In Whitie's Chair 192 Ivy Ode 195 O. For a Horse 199 Paradise 207 Progress 206 Queen's College 185 To An Elderly Grind 198 To Rutgers 191 The College Bell 187 The College Bell 188 The Junior Ball 203 The Old Blue Gate 186 Epilogue 208 I. CANTUS COLLEGIORUM THE SCARLET AND GARNET. Song to Old Union. T ET the Grecian dream of his sacred stream, And sing of the brave adorning That Phoebus weaves from his laurel leaves, At the golden gates of morning; But the brook that bounds thro' Union's grounds, Gleams bright as the Delphic water, And a prize as fair as a god may- wear, Is a dip from our Alma Mater. CHORUS. Then here's to thee, the brave and free, Old Union, smiling o'er us, And for many a day, as thy walls grow gray, May they ring with thy children's chorus ! Could our praises throng on the waves of song, Like an Orient fleet, gem-bringing. We would bear to thee the argosy. And crown thee with pearls of singing; But thy smile beams down beneath a crown, Whose glory asks no other ; We gather it not from the green sea-grot 'Tis the love we bear our mother ! (2) THE SCARLET Let the joy that falls from thy dear old walls, Unchanged brave Time's on-darting, And our only tear falls once a year On hands that clasp ere parting; And when other throngs shall sing thy songs And their spell once more hath bound us, Our faded hours shall revive their flowers, And the past shall live around us. F. H. LUDLOW, '56. AND GARNET. On the Banks of the Old Raritan. \/f Y father sent me to old Rutgers, And resolved that I should be a man, And so I settled down In that noisy college town On the banks of the old Raritan. CHORUS. On the banks of the old Raritan, my boys, Where old Rutgers evermore shall stand, For has she not stood Since the time of the flood On the banks of the old Raritan? As "Fresh." they used me rather roughly, But I the fearful gauntlet ran, They tossed me so about That they turned me inside out, On the banks of the old Raritan. I passed through all these tortures nobly. And then, as Soph, my turn began, And I hazed the poor Fresh so That they longed for Heaven, I know. On the banks of the old Raritan. THE SCARLET Then sing aloud to Alma Mater, And keep the scarlet in the van, For with her motto high Rutgers' name shall never die, On the banks of the old Raritan. H. N. FULLER, '74. AND GARNET. Union, Beside the Mohawk Vale. now to the campus all true sons of Union, With one accord in song your voices raise, Proclaim loud their glory, those walls old and hoary, The college where are spent such happy days. Then come Union's sons, ne'er let the glad chorus fail, That tells in proud measure, how fondly we treasure Old Union beside the Mohawk vale. If true sons are jewels a mother adorning, Resplendent Alma Mater's brow with light, Her children wide scattered are ev'rywhere loyal To Union, to our country and the right. 'Tis there that are nurtured both knowledge and honor, To strengthen us for life's uncertain ways, And there oft in mem'ry tnose rare days recalling, We'll turn our hearts to sing old Union's praise. C. E. FRANKLIN, '83. THE SCARLET Bow-Wow-Wow. HEN I first came down to Rutgers, having left my native plow, I was greeted by the students with a bow-wow-wow ! Lost in speechless admiration, I could only make my bow, And quite innocently wonder at the bow-wow-wow ! Verdant buck, I was struck, With amazement at the ever-ready bow-wow-wow ! But when in the daily rushes I had wrought with sweating brow, Then I knew the magic meaning of that bow-wow- wow ! And when ardent youthful spirits got me in a jolly row, Then how welcome was the echo of that bow-wow- wow ! Welcome yell, breathing ! And destruction to each iceman of the bow-wow- wow ! Now it e'er it be my fortune to possess a buxom frau, I shall teach the little youngsters how to bow-wow- wow ! And if e'er I get more silver than my Guv nor gives me now, I AND GARNET. I shall send a surplus portion where they bow-wow- wow ! Yes I vow, to endow A professorship at Rutgers where they bow-wow- wow! T. M. CRANMER, '82. THE SCARLET Rah! Rahl Rahl HEN the silent stars are gleaming And the smiling Idol beaming, And the "Frosh" is sweetly dreaming Of his home so far away ; Hardly like a spirit rapping, At his door there comes a tapping. And he listens, tho' he's napping. To this Sophomoric lay : Union, Union, Alma Mater's anthem, Hikah ! Hikah ! Hikah ! comes the chorus from afar, Filled with love and veneration, Let each coming generation Shout the Hikah ! Hikah ! Hikah ! And the Rah ! Rah ! Rah ! While her garnet flag defending, And her name and fame extending. Should defeat appear impending To her athletes brave and strong : Tho' their giant frames are shaken, In their hearts new hopes awaken, And they know they're not forsaken, When they hear that welcome song. 8 AND GARNET. O'er the Campus voices ringing, Songs of love her sons are singing. Tender memories round them clinging. Days that never come again ; For as o'er the world we wander, t i We may sometimes stop and ponder Why our hearts beat faster, fonder, When we hear that old refrain. JOSEPH ALAN O'NEIL, '97. THE SCARLET Old Rutgers. s~\ SING to Old Rutgers' devotion O sing to her honored name. Yes, sing to Old Rutgers' devotion, And let the world hear it again. CHORUS. * Rutgers, Rutgers, Rutgers, we glory in thee, Rutgers, Rutgers, O Rutgers our college shall be. She's stood through the strife of the ages, She's worked and she's fought with a will, She's loved and she's honored the nation And now let us honor her still. Then sing to Old Rutgers' devotion, And give her the praise that is due. We'll honor and love her forever, With a love that is strong and is true. B. CUMMINGS, ' 10 AND GARNET. Terrace Song. V7" E Union boys whose pipes are lit, Come forth m merry throng ; Upon the terrace let us sit, And cheer our souls with song ; Old Prex may have his easy chair The Czar may have his throne Their cushions can get worse for wear, But not our seat of stone. CHORUS. Thou grand old seat of stone, Thou jolly seat of stone Then here's to thee, right merrily, Thou grand old seat of stone. 'Twas here the old Alumni sat, On balmy nights of yore ; And many voices joined in chat, Whose music rings no more ; From many a lip the spirals curled, And, when they rolled away, The smoker went into the world, And came no more for aye. THE SCARLET SECOND CHORUS. Thou grand old seat of stone, Thou jolly seat of stone The changing year still finds thee here, Thou grand old seat of stone. And when we all shall have our "dips," In shining sheets of tin, Let no one, with irreverent lips, Against thee dare to sin ; A cobbler's bench a Congress seat May rest our trotters yet, But thou, old Terrace, can't be beat By any we shall get. THIRD CHORUS. Thou gay old seat of stone, Thou dear old seat of stone, May smoke and song float o'er thee long, Thou grand old seat of stone. When Doctor Jackson sees his plants In bloom a few times more, Some boys, who sport our altered pants, Will knock at Union's door; And when the Tutes have let them in, Old Terrace, thou shalt see, Them sitting where their dads have been. And singing over thee. AND GARNET. FOURTH CHORUS. Thou grand old seat of stone, Thou dear old seat of stone, To thee shall be our legacy, Thou grand old seat of stone. F. H. LUDLOW, '56. THE SCARLET Old Rutgers Is the Stuff. '"PHERE is a strange expression, which May not be quite au fait, And yet it gives the meaning in A mighty telling way. Whene'er we would, in giving praise, Be sure to say enough, We think it quite sufficient if We say, "He is the .tuff!" CHORUS. The words are rough, And yet they're true enough ; Come Rutgers men, sing out again, Old Rutgers is the stuff. We love the dear old college, which Has stood here since the flood, Where books are read with interest, And streets are red with mud ; We're proud of every building, and We're proud of every Prof. ; We take them all in when we say, "Old Rutgers is the stuff." AND GARNET. There may be bigger colleges, There are, beyond a doubt; But if there is a better one, We haven't found it out ; The scarlet is a brighter hue Than crimson, blue or buff, Then "keep the scarlet in the van," "Old Rutgers is the stuff." W. P. MERRILL, '87. THE SCARLET Union Marching Song. A S they bound the laurel on the victor's brow, Sang to him a song of victory ; So, with greenest laurels, we will crown thee now, Sing a song of victory to thee. Union, Union, thine the song we sing, Union, Union, let the chorus ring ; Wake the slumb'ring echoes, shout the glad refrain, Cheer for Alma Mater once again. Thine the name we cherish, thine the fame we bear, Thine the gray old walls, we dearly love ; And the grateful mem'ry of our mother's care. Time shall not from loyal hearts remove. Though of care and sorrow life shall have its fill, And be unto us a desert drear. Yet thy golden mem'ries thronging round us still, Will recall the smile and dry the tear. And though fame and fortune, peace and happi- ness, All that life can give us ours should be, Still our thoughts will backward turn again to bless, All the happy days we knew with thee. 16 AND GARNET. May the wreath of glory, placed upon thy brow By the hands of children, ever true ; May the song of gladness that we sing thee now, Ever, in the coming years be new. HOMER GREEN, '76. 17 (3) THE SCARLET Vive Les Rutgers' Sons. C")H, here's to the college that stands on the hill, Vive les Rutgers' sons ; She's stood there for ages, she's standing there still, Vive les Rutgers' sons. CHORUS. Vive la, vive la, vive 1'amour, Vive la, vive la, vive 1'amour, Vive la, vive la, vive 1'amour, Vive 1'amour, vive 1'amour, Come drink to the Faculty frowning or bland, Vive les Rutgers' sons ; "In loco parentis" pretending to stand, Vive les Rutgers' sons. Oh, here's to the ivy on old Rutgers' walls, Vive les Rutgers' sons ; Our heart-strings like ivy shall cling round her halls, Vive les Rutgers' sons. 18 AND GARNET. The Garnet the Color We Love. A COLLEGE man is ever true To Alma mater's fav'rite hue, The color dearer far to him. Than all on earth above. Old Union's sons will e'er revere, The emblem that we hold most dear, Our pride, the Garnet, the color we love. A symbol 'tis of four years' life, Ne'er forgot 'mid worldly strife, 'Neath noble men in friendship rare, And the delight thereof, Of work and pleasure each no lack, Of manly sports on field and track, Strong for the Garnet, the color we love. When our life's sands are nearly gone, And hopes and friends alike we mourn, Thro' fortune's change of lot and place, This joy stands free above, Old Union's walls we view once more, And live in thought those glad days o'er, Seeing the Garnet, the color we love. C. E. FRANKLIN, '83. THE SCARLET Alma Mater. T~\EEP in our heart of hearts, Enshrined in love unbroken, Old Rutgers' name imparts, A joy by lips unspoken. The hands she clasp'd in friendship's grasp, The hearts she link'd forever, The counsels wise she bade us prize, Shall part from memory never. CHORUS. Thus in our heart of hearts, Enshrin'd in love unbroken, Old Rutgers' name imparts A joy by lips unspoken. Throned on her hillside throne, The waving elms above her, Dearer for long years flown, The queen of those who love her. She sits to cheer the warriors dear, For life's brave conflict burning. And crowns with fame each victor's name, When to her feet returning. 20 AND GARNET. Shadows may cross her way, The stormy cloud may lower, Brighter the coming day, And stronger her queenly power. From hearth and home her children come, Like pilgrims of old story, Our gifts to bring, our praise to sing Of Alma Mater's glory. W. R. DURYEE, '56. 21 THE SCARLET Hymn to Union. /^ ALMLY there beside the Mohawk, Thronged with hopes and doubts and fears, She has sat in stately splendor, Smiling through a hundred years. She, the mother of our learning, Maker of a stalwart race, Union, Union, Alma Mater, May she hold her honored place. In the dim aisles of her forests We have wandered undismayed, Singing in the summer breezes Underneath the elm tree's shade. We have seen the purple shadows Gather 'round her laughing rills, Watched the crimson sunsets fading On the lovely western hills. Often on some balmly evening, In a muffled undertone Came the voices of her singers, Seated on the grand old stone. And the flames have burned and sparkled 'Neath the heaven's starry blue, To commemorate the glory Of some battle won for you. AND GARNET. Clothed in garments gray and ancient, Heart unchanged by Time's decay, May your sons uphold your honor, 'Till at last there comes a day, When, like Phoenix, reinvested With a better, stronger youth, You, O Mother, noble hearted, Shall be prosperous in truth. S. B. HOWE, '62. S: B. HOWE, JR., '03. THE SCARLET Charter Day Hymn. S~\ GOD, to Whom our fathers came, When here they lit the glowing flame To guide the path of youth, They wrought with Thee to give success. To-day their children praise and bless Thy faithfulness and truth. Far in the centuries we hear The conflict and the victor's cheer On Holland's storm-swept plain ; For faith and freedom heroes fought And in a larger knowledge sought Their glory and their gain. Protected by Thy mighty hand These College walls unshaken stand Which once such fathers reared ; By memories of a glorious past, By years of brightness and of blast, To Rutgers' sons endeared. "O Son of Righteousness, still glow Upon our West," to make us know More of Thy truth divine ; Here lead Thy children as of yore Enriched with Wisdom's noblest lore To own their treasures Thine. WILLIAM RANKIN DURYEE, '56. 24 II. MEDITATIONES THE SCARLET AND GARNET. Beaucaire. A H ! life with its tawdry tinseled show, Where man is only the thing he seems, And the real self only his God may know, What is it worth by my land of dreams? My dream-life country of gold and snow, With its deep blue heaven clear low-lying. Where the soft blush roses ever blow, And mild sweet breezes wander sighing. The world may threaten me, harsh and cold, But my heart leaps up as I hear the call, From my dream-life country of snow and gold, Hard by thy bosom's swell and fall. The Tar gum. 27 THE SCARLET Quo Vadis. Q WHITHER leadest, captain of my heart? Stay not from toil, nor battle's grim array, Content I follow, with thy manly form To lead the way. I draw not back, no terror fills my breast, To hear the death-shell screaming through the air, Or feel the cannon's scorching breath of flame, When thou art there. I follow where the forest whispers "Peace!" Where stillness reigns, and signs of war are not. Save tingling nerve, alert for sudden blade And pistol shot. Or leadest thou through endless stormy wastes O'erhead the unpitying sun, beneath our feet The hard unpitying ground, around us, Death From thirst and heat? Or shall we march across the icy hills, And hear the wind-god shriek his dread refrain, Or, breathing low, invite to long repose With siren strain? O whither leadest, captain of my life? All is not toil and pain; the end I see, Beyond it all, one last triumphant charge And victory. CHAS. C. BALLARD, '99. The Parthenon. 28 AND GARNET. Across the Salt and Silent Sea. A CROSS the salt and silent sea Move currents mysterious in their flow, Linking with lands of lingering snow Those dawn-uplifted isles, where blow The date tree and the fronded palm, And breaks upon their slumb'rous calm The splendid sun in majesty Across the salt and silent sea. * I pace the sands of Time's dim sea Unfathomed deep of vanished years, Unmeasured mere of hopes and fears, Whose waves are black with human tears. I pace the sands and thoughts run fast Between what is and what is past ; Pain, passion, pride, are borne to me, Love, hate, regret, flow swift and free Back on the currents of memory. J. W. THOMPSON, '92. The Targum. 29 THE SCARLET Gladstone. /"^ CUNNING hand ! whose skill to order brought The thousand-fold entanglements of state ; O, brain of power ! that ne'er found task too great, Nor lost itself in mists of obstruse thought. O, stainless soul! whose radiant living light Revived in England's heart the lily flower, 'Till she grew noble in the strife for power, And held her honor dearer than her might. O, loving heart ! that felt each throb of pain, Each helpless, silent sorrow of the lowly ; Fulfilled in serving them its mission holy, And found in their relief its highest gain. CHAS. C. BALLARD, '99. The Parthenon. 30 AND GARNET. The Dying Pilot. HP HERE'S a mist upon the river, Captain, That was gathering all the day, And now it has so thickly settled That I cannot see the way. But the water is before us, Captain, Though the mist may be around, For I hear its ceaseless movement In its dashing, splashing sound. There's a mist upon the river, Captain, And it hides the distant light That so often lit the waters Upon many a starless night. I am peering through the darkness, Captain, But there's nothing I can see, For a long time I've been looking, But all is dark to me. There's a mist upon the river, Captain, I will anchor here, near shore, Until the mist is lifted, And the day appears once more. For the last time I have steered her. Captain, For the last time stopped the ship, I am waiting for the daylight, And will finish then the trip. 31 THE SCARLET There's a mist upon the river, Captain, And 'tis growing deep and dark, And it enters now the cabin, And it even hides But hark ! Has the water ceased its splashing, Captain? Is its restless heaving o'er? For it moves the ship no longer, And I hear its sound no more. The mist is lifting, Captain, lifting, And its shadows disappear, Far away I see the daylight, Every moment drawing near. I am on another river, Captain, Where it never more grows dark, And the ship sails on forever, And another steers the bark. J. M. M. The Scarlet Letter. AND GARNET. A Friend. VX7HEN by His will, Who marks the sparrow's fall, Earth's riches leave and Tribulation's pall In its dark folds envelops Hope and Joy, When worldly honors fade and pleasures cloy, Praise Him, Whose wondrous mercy ne'er will fail, Who knoweth we are dust, remembereth we are frail ; Praise Him, I say, Who to our hearts doth send, That sharer of our lives we call a friend. C. The Parthenon. , 33 (4) THE SCARLET Friendship. r\ H, friendship ! be thou as the woodland stream, With silent current ever flowing strong, Yet not too swift to gently bear along Deep down beneath the surface's pleasant gleam, A 'soft-hued picture of the passing dream, Which we call life ; and blend the hurrying throng, That presses from all sides, so that the wrong But as a background to the right may seem. Shed 'round alluring beams of heavenly light Caught, like the planets, from some source divine; Of love feel proud to be a satellite, And her consuming, flashing flames confine To flood them o'er what seems a void of gloom, And bring forth treasures thou wilt ne'er con- sume. PAUL. The Tar g 11 in. 34 AND GARNET. A Dream. A SONG triumphant, sweet and clear, An echo of the past, I hear ; It haunts my brain, its magic spell My soul enrapts ; no tongue can tell What mem'ries of the far-off past Come back to me. Long cherished hopes fulfilled at last, Forgotten dreams of childhood days ; Forgotten friends in friendship's maze ; Forgotten joys, forgotten fears, Across the swelling tide of years, Come back to me. A. H. HINMAN, '02. The Garnet. 35 THE SCARLET Solitude. O OME say 'tis sad to be alone, Oh, give me that sweet sadness then; When nature casts a dusky tone O'er twilight scenes of glade and glen And I can dream of things not known. 'Tis then at memory's drowsy call Fond scenes and friends enthrall the place ; Success, defeat, ambition's fall And shame meet one now face to face And yet man longs to see them all. Beyond the horizon's 'circling haze, What can we hope, what must we fear? And so through doubting hopes we gaze, While time is ever bringing near Full knowledge of those longed for days. PAUL. The Targuin. AND GARNET. The Spectres of the Past. "HpIS not the hollow eye nor ghostly form Of friends long dead that haunt the troubled brain ; 'Tis not the piercing shriek of battle's storm, That echoes from the plains of youth again. The spectres that we see in deep remorse And fear that life is tottering to its fall, Are those of deeds misdone within the course Of days, which shade the sun with gloomy pall. The loving hands we bruised as they embraced, The gentle voice we scoffed in angry tone, The kindly, acts so roughly we debased. The parent right so oft we did dethrone. These all are spectres of our later life, The phantoms that cast darkness in the way, The cup of sorrow for the weary strife, The blighted hope to crown the closing day, JOHN McNAB, '01. The Concordiensis. 37 THE SCARLET After the Storm. T GAZED on the wild waters dashing. The clouds that were low'ring o'erhead, The vivid lightning that was flashing, And my soul within me seemed dead. My life like the river was flowing To ruin on the rocks below. And my hopes like the black clouds blowing Across the leaden sky so slow. But beyond, the water was lying So still without ripple or moan ; Soon the wind the tears fast was drying From the face of the sun which shone. Tlie Tar gum AND GARNET. Opportunity. HATEVER thy place in life may be If thou shouldst seek to rise, Grasp well the opportunity That nearest to thee lies. Just as the tender vine doth grow And ever toward the sun Doth hold its course by slow degrees, Thy noblest height is won. P. P. S., '98. The Concordiensis. 39 THE SCARLET The Lesser Poet. A S one who wandering idly through the mine, Findeth the gem the miner vainly sought, So, though no master workman wrought this line, Thou'st placed therein a priceless jewel of thought. The Tar gum. AND GARNET. To Omar the Tentmaker. C O this our World's "a Caravanserai Whose portals are alternate Day and Night Wherein some Soul checked in his Heaven flight. Abides his destined hour and goes his way." And therefore. O Tentmaker, thou wouldst say, "Eat, Drink, be Merry, Taste the world's delight. Banish all worrying visions from the sight And live as best may be, each fleeting day." Such Tent is well enough in pleasant times When Roses bloom about us as we sit Beside our jug of wine, on Book of Rhymes, But when the storm comes on us hard and fast Will not the Tent ropes snap, the covering split And leave us naked in the killing blast? L. * The Parthenon. THE SCARLET A Common Thought. j GAZED into the blue sky's vaulted deep, From east to west, from pole to pole surveyed This hollow, boundless sphere, where worlds upstaid By powers unseen their wonted courses keep. Let fancy fly beyond the farthest bourne By science spanned, all hopeless she returned I pondered upon this earth that floats serene Among her sister spheres, and here the mark That bounds man's utmost ken, is on the dark, Dim verge of mysteries unknown, unseen ; The circle of the known e'er wider grows, The limit none can find, no power disclose. Then to this human, God-like race I turned, That with an eager, wild, impetuous zeal Unthinking all, be it for woe or weal, Fast presses onward, but no end discerned ; Age follows age and dips its wings in night. For man the present is, is infinite. There is a never-ending spirit life, O'er-ruled by never-ending spirit love, In an eternal city ruled above And far removed from care of earth and strife ; Thus universe and man and spirit-mind, The thought of God unites the cause divine. The Scarlet Letter. AND GARNET. The Chaperone. A MID the glamour dazzling bright, The rythmic rush of feet in flight, Timed by a waltz's mad delight, She sits alone, poor chaperone, Quite all alone, poor chaperone. And as she looks and listens there, She half forgets her silvered hair, And dreams of when she .too was fair, Of hours, alas, my chaperone, Now flown, long flown, sweet chaperone. And clearly now her mournful eyes Through gathering mists, a form descries Of one, who in the churchyard lies, Awaiting her, and her alone, Sweet chaperone, sad chaperone. P. P. S., '98. The Parthenon. THE SCARLET The Dreamer. T SIT and dream, the hours through, Of all the things I'm going to do ; But when the day its length has run, I find the work is never done. I build high castles in the air, And winged fancy hovers there ; But fragile structures cannot stand, They fall, like houses on the sand. And yet I dream, in fancy free I wait for fame to come to me ; While time is fleeting, one by one My opportunities are gone. The years are swiftly passing by, Earth's growing old, and so am I ; I'm dreaming yet, but hope is gone Of all the things I might have done. G. C. ROWELL, '99. The Parthenon. 44 AND GARNET. The Present. A S travellers journey through a mountain land, Or wander woodlands, or by winding stream. Beneatli the glowing sun or moon's cold beam, And at some 'trancing view-point take their stand, The distant scene is eloquent and grand ; So, too, the clods beneath their feet which seem To them so barren, are a noble theme When seen from yonder hill for artist's hand. Thus as we wander down life's winding stream, The Present is the view-point whence we scan The Future with its border-land of dream, The Past half-veiled through Memory's mazy span, We fail to see the present is supreme. And has been since the flight of time began. J. B. T., '92. The Targum. 45 THE SCARLET Contentment. T FEEL content, when the clouds are rent, And the sun casts forth his ray ; And the glistening gleam on the gliding stream Reigns' through the summer day. I feel content, when, with all I've spent, I have much and still to spare ; For a pocket deep, with its jingling heap, Is a boon beyond compare. I feel content, when my love has sent Me a promise true to be ; For my heart is calm, when fair Cupid's balm Is aught of peace for me. I feel content, when the "term" has spent Its days of heavy "grind" ; When exams, are o'er, and I homeward soar, My dearest friends to find. Yet of all contents, through experience, The best is these old gray walls, When vacation's o'er, to salute once more These dear old classic halls. J. INGLER. The Garnet. AND GARNET. Ancilla Domini. "1117 HY shouldst thou heed the common sorrow, Sweet, Of those who slave beneath us out of sight ? Hast thou not delicate and rare delight In all the pleasures that for thee are meet? ''What matters it to thee that poor men eat The bitter bread of tears, or that the might Of strong oppressors robs them of their right? Needs must that clods be trodden under feet !" "Ah, how can I enjoy those dainties more, Knowing too well the darkness whence they come, And seeing that my brethren suffer so? "The burthen of their sorrow grieves me sore, Nor dare I longer stand consenting, dumb ; Their voices call me : in God's name I go !" W. H. VAN A. The Scarlet Letter. 47 THE SCARLET Ideals. A LAS, the lyre is broken, All the music fled away, Each silver string, that used to sing A joyous roundelay, Now but an empty token Of the song no power could stay. Yet yield thee not to sorrow, Lift those lovely eyes forlorn, And if it seems, thy golden dreams Can ne'er outlive the morn, Still trust the dim to-morrow Holds yet fairer dreams unborn. For oft the lyre that's mended Like a heart subdued by pain, Will strike a tone, before unknown, That it would ne'er attain, Without some sorrow blended In the laugh of its refrain. P. P. S.. '98. The Parthenon. 48 AND GARNET. Amico. HP HE howling tempest rages wild around. The seething billows surge and madly roar. Beneath our frail bark rocks and shoals abound, Our eyes but dimly see the distant shore. The course of life is as a stormy sea, Swept by fierce gales and rudely tempest-tossed, But when thou, dearest friend art there with me, Its woes, its fears and terrors all are lost. Still onward through the misty pall of night Speeds our swift ship, as by the prow we stand, And seek with straining eyes a ray of light, Awaiting what befalls us hand in hand, Till morning dawns. The harbor reached at last, We furl our sails, the voyage of life is past. The Tar gum. 49 (5) THE SCARLET Handsome Is That Handsome Does. "~PIS sad, you say, For a man of years To lose his house and home ; With family then to be turned adrift And no place to homeward come. We grant 'tis so And do not deny But that it verily is ; But what of the man by nature endowed With a terribly homely "phiz?" The one by dint of earnest toil His competence can regain The other through life must stoically go, For to murmur would be sin. Then pity the lot of the homely man, Remember 'tis riot his fault If his face does not charm you, then look again He may have a hero's heart. M. The Targum. AND GARNET. Today. C O here hath been dawning Another blue Day; Think, wilt thou let it Slip useless away? Out of Eternity This new Day is born ; Into Eternity, At night, will return. Behold it afore time No eye ever did; So soon it forever From all eyes is hid. Here hath been dawning Another blue Day ; Think, wilt thou let it Slip useless away? The Parthenon. THE SCARLET To a Cigarette. T IFE'S but a dream adroitly rolled, And Time's the wasting breath, That late or early we must behold, Gives all to dusty death. And what is he who smokes thee now ? A little moving heap, That soon like thee, to fate must bow, With thee in death must sleep." "Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. What need my muse' to sing thy various praise? In country or in town, on land or sea, The weed is still delightful company. In joy or sorrow, grief or racking pain, We fly to thee for solace once again ; Delicious plant, by all the world consumed, 'Tis pity thou, like man, to ashes too art doomed." The Scarlet Letter. AND GARNET. The Cigar's Aroma. T WONDER is it the moonlight, With its beams so wondrous fair, And the almost blissful stillness, That drive from my soul the care? Can it be the scents of roses, Which rise on the evening air, That make me torget the present And think of things that were? Is it the gleaming brightness, Of the moonbeams on the sea, That awakens old thoughts and old fancies ; Past pleasures enjoyed by me? Or is it the sound of the music, Pealed out from the organ's heart, That bids me look higher and higher, From the vice of the world apart? No, 'tis not the odor of flowers, Nor the moonlight gleaming afar ; 'Tis not the soft strains of music, But the scent of my soothing cigar. ARTHUR G. PICKENS, '03. The Concordiensis. 53 THE SCARLET To My Pipe. npHOU altar where I incense burn, To the goddess in return For solace when perplexed in mind, May she thus be ever kind ! Thou censer with thy rare perfume Swinging in my lonely room, In the 'silent hours of night May thy fires be ever bright ! My only idol thou, my sweet, Tho' carved of wood and stone, 'tis meet To sing thy praise without end, My love, my joy, my constant friend. R. W. L. The Tar gum. 54 AND GARNET. A Bachelor's Pipe. C")H Blackened Solace of my leisure hour, How oft with thee I've dreamed old time away ; How oft with fancies vague of things unseen, I've fled with thee in reveries' realm to stray. Thou art a friend, Old Pipe, a friend of friends, Though other friends have often brought me pain, Yet, thou has ever been the same to me, And to thee I have never turned in vain. There is an interest in thy sooty bowl, There is a joy in thine attachment rare, A wealth of memories sweet enthralling thee, A voice that bids me banish every care. And oft when falls the gentle twilight down, To soothe the weary world with soft caress, Then thou and I how we have planned and dreamed, Forgetting every ill that did oppress. EDWIN VALE, '95. The Garnet. 55 THE SCARLET Thoughts. T LOVE the beautiful in every flower, That lends its perfume to the summer breeze ; In ev'ry grassy nook and leafy bower, And fleecy curl high-poised o'er dimpled seas. I love to watch the gates of golden light, Close on the fleeing day resplendent bars ; And wait till twilight pass, and purple night Reveal th' eternal radiance of the stars I love the beautiful. I love to gaze on Nature's countenance, Divine the secrets hidden in her breast ; To scan the surging vastness of that tide That ebbs and flows through Cosmos without rest. 1 love to trace the fiery comet's path, Learn all his flying course, and whence he came ; Or watch the sap flow in the tender blade From hidden power, in leaf and star the same I love the truth. 56 AND GARNET. I love to see the helpless, blinded soul, When through the engulfing darkness gleams no light, Reach out with groping hands to find his God, In simple faith, and touch the Infinite For this is truth. I love to mark the weary roughened hands, Worn by their willing toil for others' needs ; And kindly furrowed faces, where the soul Shines with the radiance of unselfish deeds- For these are beautiful. C. C. B., '98. The Parthenon. 57 III. NATURA THE SCARLET AND GARNET. Nature. TDENEATH a shady forest tree In peace I rest ; a life so free, So free from all its cares Springs up before me, unawares, I start ; above, about, I look ; Before me runs the rippling brook, Above me flit from tree to tree The birds, whose endless minstrelsy Impart a meaning understood ; The Lord, Who giveth all, how good. A. H. HINMAN, '02. The Concordiensis. 61 A Southern Spring. i. '"P HE zephyrs whisper through the towering pines, The babbling brook flows noisily thro' the fen, The stags, together with their gentle hinds, Seek solitude, far from the haunts of men. The giant live oaks lift their verdant heads, The jas'mines ope their heavenly scented flowers, The wild duck thro' the marsh her young brood leads, Wistaria clothes the wood with purple bowers. in. From the tree-tops warblers tell their story, The mocking bird his varied praises sings, Roses bloom in all their gorgeous glory, And all the world with joyous voices rings. The 'gators sun themselves in hidden nooks, From thickets comes the squirrel's call. Wild violets bloom beside the purling brook, And nature is in harmony with all. "A REBEL." The Garnet. AND GARNET. When the Days Grow Long. HP HE wind blew cold in the lifeless trees, All veiled in a mist of falling snow; The fields were bare, and the sky o'ercast, For sunshine and flowers are quick to go. But I knew that the trees, with their whitened boughs, Would soon shine out in living green ; And I laughed to think of the goddess fair, Who was hiding herself with a snow-flake screen. "For soon," I said, "she will smile on me" (Beautiful spring she is always good) ; I shall be happy, and smile on her When trilling and fragrance fill the wood. GERNEAUX. The Scarlet Letter. THE SCARLET A Winter's Day. oEE the snowflakes softly falling, Floating from the sombre clouds; Hear the snow-birds faintly calling From their bowers draped in shrouds. Hark ! the winter wind is sighing Through the forest, over field ; As old nature, slowly dying, Trembles 'neath her whitened shield. Lo ! behold the sun is beaming, As a jewel hid, now seen, Scatters from its centre streaming Rays prismatic, dazzling sheen. From each gilded spire gleaming. Darts a stream of light divine, With its wondrous beauty, seeming Through eternal space to shine. The Scarlet Letter. 64 AND GARNET. Summer's Prime. T N the days of summer's prime, Oh ! the ever broadening joys, Ever-welling, deep, sublime; Far beyond all earth's alloys. The joy to feel the spirit soar Aloft, to fathom space profound ; To hear the rushing waters roar. With their cool refreshing sound. To walk through the meadows, bright gleaming, To repose on the soft, yielding turf ; To wander from morn until evening, O'er the shining sands, kissed by the surf- To bathe in a stream's living waters, At noon-day when fair nature sleeps Forgetful of life's weary matters, To dream in the glade where it sweeps. In the tranquil peace of evening Upward to direct the gaze ; Myriad hosts of stars perceiving, Emblems of eternal days. The Scarlet Letter. 65 (6) THE SCARLET Rondeau. T N leafy June the moments fly Like wind-swept clouds across the sky, All nature breathes a rare perfume. And hums an idle, winning tune That echoes, back with just a sigh. The parting comes, and far and nigh Is murmured low, the word good-bye, That comes, alas, but all too sopn In leafy June. The ships of life go flitting by, And in their waving pennants lie The world's allurements ; but the noon Of life is here, and here its boon. In leafy June. WILLIAM ALLEN JOHNSTON, '97. The Parthenon. 66 AND GARNET. Moonlight on the Mohawk. A FLOOD of glory, wierd and white, Hath covered all the leaves ; And through their shade the ghostly light, In shafts of silver, cleaves. The silent ripples on the strand Reflect the silver light ; With gleaming spears the rushes stand, Like sentinels of night. The lapping stream I knew so well, And rock and grass and tree, Are changed, as with a lovely spell Of cunning witchery. The Garnet. THE SCARLET To Glen Onoko. "C* AR away 'mid mountains lofty Issues forth a silvery stream, Flowing in its course so softly, Life before it seems a dream. Now a watchful eye in heaven Sees the stream in time of need, Falling rain-drops form the leaven, Swell the stream and give it speed. On it flows 'with rapid motion Over rugged rocks and steep, Ever seeks the far-off ocean, Rushing through a channel deep. For long years the stream has bounded Into crag and moor and fen, And abroad the praise is sounded Of Onoko's far-famed Glen. F. B. S. The Scarlet Letter. 68 AND GARNET. Trailing Arbutus. "DENEATH the yellow autumn leaves, Now touched with damp decay, By melting snows of early spring And fertile rains all day, The trailing arbutus extends Its tendrils o'er the ground, And hidden from the chilly air Diffuses nectar 'round. The waxen petals pink, above The ragged mantle peeping, Now here and there, alone reveal Where arbutus is creeping. O Arbutus ! Thy perfume rare And tiny pink-white flowers Bewitch the nose, and tempt the eye To search for thee for hours. And 'neath thy leafy coverlet, An adage is revealed ; Beneath a rough exterior, Oft' sweetness lies concealed. GEO. CLARENCE ROWELL, '99. The Parthenon. 69 THE SCARLET Anemones. T T UDDLED closely in a sheltered nook, Listening to the prattle of a brook, As they peeped from out their leafy bed. Each one bending low a bashful head To the greeting of the ev'ning breeze. Stood the blithest, wee anemones. As the sun kissed them a fond good-night, Some more bold looked up with air so bright, Smiled at me with maiden modesty. Blushed, then' tossed their heads so prettily, That I really thought the little things Purest, sweetest of Spring's offerings. When we see how Nature takes delight In revealing fancies pure and bright, Let her sermons of a truth remind, That alone we happiness can find When our lives with purity replete. Are as chaste as flowers at our feet. P. W. G. The 'Scarlet Letter. 70 AND GARNET. A Silent Visitor. T)ENEATH a shady elm one summer's day, I lay me down to rest, Beside the sounding brook's entrancing play, A blessing of the blest. And as I homage gave to reverie's muse, A visitor appeared, And sought repose nearby, free from the foes Of joy morose and wierd. She was a silent visitor, and yet Her tasteful dress did shine With beauty rare, and like a jewel set The choicest of the mine. I thought me of the silence she maintained, Despite the joy possessed Of beauty, and are mortals so inclined. Silent, with beauty blest? Nay, 'tis too true that vanity's fair shrine Is sought by steady flanks Of worshippers, who think to far outshine Their neighbors in the ranks. 71 THE SCARLET I looked to my fair visitor to see If I were yet alone ; But on a breeze that waved the old elm tree. The butterfly was gone. JOHN McNAB, 'or. The Concordiensis. IV. AMOR AND GARNET. A Psalm of Love. OWEETHEART, as days speed on to years. With ever-hastening morrow, Life will demand my tribute tears, Claim heart-room for its sorrow. But though of pain a double part My fainting limbs should feel; Though tyrant Grief should bind my heart As with a chain of steel. For thee I'd look Life in the face. Still smiling in the gazing, For thee still keep my wonted place, And work 'till eyes be glazing. And though this temple of my art Should crumble and decay, And, stone by stone, each cherished part Stern Time should take away; Love's altar still would claim my powers. And. at its hallowed shrine, To thee I'd pledge again my hours, And toil would be diving. 73 THE SCARLET I live for thee ! O let the truth My every thought employ, Through sorrow's pain, or failure's ruth. My deep abiding joy. CHAS. C. BALLARD, '99. The Parthenon. 74 AND GARNET. Meditation. VK7 HAT turns my gaze from the gaudy show Of wealth and beauty in the pit below, To this fair form in the box with me, Why care I not the play to see? As well may I ask of Nature's soul, What draws the needle to the pole? For our thoughts like, the needle's action, Settle always in line with the greatest attraction. Grace of form and graceful movement, Pleasant smile and winning eye ! How they charm me at this moment, Though to escape I would not try. Can it be that she is thinking Of the actors and the play? And has she not the slightest inkling Of the thoughts that on her stay ? Oh ! If I could only tell her How her beauty draws my heart, Would she give to me the answer Take in turn its counterpart? 75 THE SCARLET The presence of her aged sire Does not even lull to rest The living and still growing fire, That rages in my breast. What! Is the play already ended? Must my trance be now suspended? How strange ; The presence of your love, Does all the thought of time remove. The Scarlet Letter. AND GARNET. Nocturne. \/f ETHOUGHT I heard a far cathedral chime Ringing the Angelus at close of day, Or distant curfew bell of olden time. Woke by the spell of thy rich melody. Methought I heard an organ's solemn strain Roll thro' vast aisles full-chorded harmony, While from each lofty column's utmost crown, The echoes sang in grand antiphony. Methought I saw the sunset's crimson robe, Far-flung o'er all the west, fade and grow dim, While cloistered choir, from ivied abbey gray, Breathed benediction in their evening hymn. Methought I saw the candles of the night Low hung, expectant, o'er a Syrian hill, Till sudden splendor filled the starry dome, And all the angels sang "Peace and Good-will." Celeste, I hear thee oft in twilight hour. Out of the past thy soft notes float to me. Then steals o'er each enraptured sense thy power With magic sway more sweet than liberty. COMPETITIVE. The Garnet. 77 THE SCARLET A Song. A S pink as the rose-flush of dawning, With even the shadows of pink ; With the gold of her head all hidden In the curves of those petals of pink. The rose slumbers light Through the dewy night, Wakens fresh, rare and sweet with the morn. Yet my love Is as fresh, As rare, As sweet as the rose ! Nay, sweeter, for she has no thorn. As sweet as the breath of the morning, 'Tis the very breath of delight That the rose sends forth at the dawning, Treasured up with the cool of the night, As she slumbers light In the dewy night, Wakens fresh, rare and sweet with the morn. Yet my love Is as fresh, As rare, As sweet as the rose ! Nay, sweeter, for she has no thorn. The Tar gum. AND GARNET. Song. HpO live and love thee, maiden fair, Content without the morrow That were existence free from care. And charmed from ev'ry sorrow. To win and wed thee, maiden bright, That were a guerdon ever, To wake from sloth the dullest knight To love and high endeavor. To own and serve thee, maid divine, Such joy no man can measure, Were such a wealth and duty mine, I'd scorn a monarch's pleasure. CHAS. C. BALLARD, '99. The Parthenon. 79 THE SCARLET Science Not In It. CCIENCE is a wonderful teacher, She has sounded the depths* of the sea, But the depths in your wondrous eyes, love, Are unfathomable depths to me. The distance to stars in the heavens, In vast measurements, science has told, But to the space I'd go for thee, love, It's a hair's-breadth in thy crown of gold. Messages flash swift o'er the wires, Impelled is their electrical course, But swifter my thoughts fly to thee, love, Urged on by love's dynamical force. Science is ever discovering Some deep secret long hidden from view, But my heart doth contain one greater, Which I'm ever discovering anew. FELIX. The Tar gum. 80 AND GARNET. To Bessie. C HE'S a wee-bit, winsome, dainty, sweet, lassie, With her laughing brown eyes and light flowing tresses, ' She has quaint little ways, and a look that caresses, And a smile, which, like sunshine, happily blesses. My heart hath enshrined this dear little maiden, With her womanly ways and heart with love laden, There's a light in her eyes my thoughts ever glad- dening. And life without her would be simply maddening. How happy am I, she's promised to take me, With my heart and my hand and whatever fate be, What a mystery is this, having given my all, To feel I possess this whole terrestrial ball. FELIX. The Tar gum. 81 THE SCARLET Two Hearts. T OVE hath donned his golden quiver, He hath grasped his silver bow, To the string an arrow fitted, And a heart hath he brought low. Now he fits and aims another, Comes the sound of bowstring's twang. Ere the hour had departed, These two hearts together sprang. Love was written on their faces, Love was written on each heart, And amid the smiles of Cupid, They swore that they ne'er would part. He was strong though she was fairer, Yet she longed for peace and rest. Yea, she craved for joy and found it, Leaning on her lover's breast. Long as Time shall make his journeys, While the sun shines on above, Naught shall ever come between them Willing marks of winged Love. E. A. M. The Garnet. 82 AND GARNET. A Passing Glance. A S falling star, as flaming points of fire, Swing o'er the sombre darkness of the sky, 'Twas thus you rose upon me, heart's desire. Yet swiftly passed, as mists of morning fly. A hurried glance was all that you vouchsafed me, A glance that through my tingling pulses throbbed. No doubt, quite innocent, it had escaped thee, But in that glance my heart from me was robbed. Your sweet face shone upon me for a minute, My eyes received from two dark stars, a gleam ; A stately house stood by, you passed within it, While I passed on entranced as by a dream. E'en now, when cares and doubts oft-times assail me, When thoughts distract and fancy's power fails, The mem'ry of that glance so kindly sent me, Still leads me on, tho' all else fades and pales. The Scarlet Letter. THE SCARLET Together. T'M not alone there warms for me A tender -heart beyond the sea, With love, that shares whatever weight Oppresses me disconsolate In never-ending sympathy. At night from earthly trammels free, In sweet communion then are we ; And while the hours grow sma' and late, I'm not alone. Howe'er remote that far countree, No plaint shall I, nor mournful plea, And grows the distance twice as great, Contented still I'll smile at Fate, Still know through Love's telepathy, I'm not alone. PERLEY POOR SHEEHAN, '98. The Parthenon. AND GARNET. Amor Fidelis. "TTWAS one summer eve, I saw her, As she stood beside the gate Of an ivy covered cottage, So pure, simple, and sedate. She at once her captive made me, Charmed me by her gentle grace, Filled my heart with wildest longings By the sweetness of her face. Years have passed since that sunset, When those eyes looked into mine. Not yet has the picture faded, But is clear in every line. Far and wide my way I've wended Since I saw that vision fair ; How often was I weary, Many times did I despair; But in every temptation, I would feel her presence near, And in all my darkest moments She would still be there to cheer. Then when fortune smiled upon me, I could see her beaming face ; And I built most charming castles That in future she would grace. Now are gone those anxious hours, All those cares are in the past, And I hie me to that cottage. At her feet my heart to cast. C. A. W. The Targum. 85 THE SCARLET An Ode. /^)H, Burns may talk of those "twa blue e'en," And the Scottish lass they made him love, But the deep brown eyes that I have seen Outshine the gleaming stars above. I thought, one time, I loved a lass Whose eyes were the bonniest blue, But these brown eyes as far surpass The eyes of every other hue As the sun's unconquered, glaring rays Outshine the goddess of the night ; And if I sing their worthy praise I only add my cheerful mite To what you all would surely say If you could see their beauteous light. So now my night is turned to day When I can search those depths of brown Words fail me then I only look. 'oo. The Tar gum. 86 AND GARNET. The Difference. "PvEUCE take this wretched weather, The sun is shining yes But in a hopeless, dismal way, There's something gone amiss. Some cog in nature's wheel, perhaps. They're sadly out of gear ; I think I'll pack up, just clear out, And leave this troublous sphere. ******** And then ah. well, it makes me frown To think Belinda's out of town. Ye Gods ! What splendid weather ! 'Tis raining, ah, I know, But in a happy, cheerful way, That makes one's spirits glow. I'll leave this stuffy office, Just to saunter down the lane And see ah, well, if you must know, Belinda's home again. '97- The Garnet. THE SCARLET Phyllis. A COLD mist shudders on the mere, The rooks flap slowly o'er the downs, 'Neath clouds the sun is hid in fear, The moon is bleak, the skies are drear, When Phyllis frowns. But oh ! the sun is warm and bright, Lighting the clear lake's shimmering smiles, The thrush is warbling with delight, The trees laugh low and hearts are light, When Phyllis smiles. The Targum. AND GARNET. A Valentine. HP HE soul 'that in those eyes of blue, So true and steadfast, loves to shine. Would be the same, whate'er their hue, My valentine. I prize thee not for all the gold That in those tresses thou dost twine ; For me thou hast a price untold, My valentine. Blue eyes thou hast, and golden hair; But not for these I boast thee mine, Thou'dst be as dear, wer't thou less fair, My valentine. I reckon not in paltry pelf The amount of treasure that is mine, The value of thine own sweet self, My valentine. CHAS. C. BALLARD, '99. The Parthenon. 89 THE SCARLET A Truthful Valentine. TO MY SUMMER GIRL. "V7" OUR face looked very fair and sweet, The moon shone soft upon the bay ; I held your hand and murmured low, "I'll love you 'till the judgment day." Through all the journey back to town My thoughts would dwell on none but you, And when I reached my native shore My heart was faithful still and true. Some of the girls were back in town. And mighty pretty girls, you bet, I shut my eyes, I struggled hard. And proudly said, "I love you yet." And then two eyes of twinkling blue Ensnared my heart upon the spot; I did my best, you know the rest, Forgive me dear, but I forgot. M. The Targuin. 90 AND GARNET. To One Ne'er Seen. "I*/" HEN thou dost get this Valentine, Irene, The thought may strike thee, and not without cause, That I am violating certain laws, In writing thus to one I've never seen ; But what are laws, when one doth fall so deep In love at first (I cannot say rirst sight) ? And yet I can, for it was but last night, I dreamed of thee and saw thee in my ^leep. They say thou art a brilliant sun of wit, In stature, tall and dark, a perfect queen, , And thus it is with one I've never seen ; By dreams and thoughts, I am completely "hit," And bending to thy loveliness divine, I send to thee, this humble Valentine. WILLIAM C. YATES. The Garnet. THE SCARLET I Would Like to Know. T WOULD like to know the reason Of his sorrow and his woe ; Why his pen and book are idle, And his time and money go? I would like to know the reason Of his flunks in recitations ; Of his C's, and R's, and "Make Ups" And his cribs in examinations? Oh, I know, I know the reason Of his fate so sad and hard ; It is Cupid's darting arrow That has deeply pierced his heart. B. R., '99. The Scarlet Letter. 92 AND GARNET. As in a Dream. A S in a dream, we walked that summer night, Beneath the elms that whispered high o'erhead ; He heard the message from their leafy height ; "Tell all the night is waiting. Tell !" they said. Then, while I dreamed, he told me all his heart, And as he spoke his words found melody, 'Til breathing zephyrs took the suitor's part, And woke to music, slumbering bush and tree. Perchance I dreamed the heavens set to song, The tale he told in accents low and clear ; 'Til all the starry places echoed long, And rolled it through the vault to every sphere. As in a dream, I heard him to the end, The final pledge, "To all eternity" ; Then, waking, heard Night's hundred voices blend, To sing the song in glad reality. The Garnet. 93 THE SCARLET An Early June Morning. "DLUE, softly blue, Not a fleck in the heavens above me ; Earth glows anew At the whisper of sunlight, "I love thee !" Flow'rs ope their eyes, And they watch for the butterflies winging ; Float from the skies Joyous, zephyr-borne notes of birds singing. But my heart careth not for the gladness Shown all around ; Shorn of love, it hath nothing but sadness, Gloom-thoughts abound. For my love, whom I love with love burning, Smiled not at me, Yesternight, when my heart was all yearning Her smile to see. Up ! courage, my heart ! for thy love is but April- like ; many A month doth beguile Our hearts with a face that is constanter far, but hath any So tender a smile? The Scarlet Letter. 94 AND GARNET. Song to the Manner of Herrick. T KISSED your red, red lips, Then said : "Do you suppose That anywhere in any land Are two such lips as those?" Then straightway for an answer, My dainty garden shows Your red lips' only rivals In the petals of a rose. W. G. K. The Garnet. 95 THE SCARLET Love Perfected. "T\O you ask, have I loved before, dear? Have I given this self-same vow? Ah ! yes, I have loved, to be sure, dear, How else could I love you now? I never will love any more, dear, As much as I love you to-day ; Ah ! yes, I have loved before, dear, For practise makes perfect, they say. The Scarlet Letter. AND GARNET. Serenade. T17IND of the silent night, stirring the sedges. Glide yet more softly, more softly and slow, Rouse not the songsters asleep in the hedges, Pause at her window-seat, murmuring low. Bird of the tranquil night, plaintively calling. Let not thy mournful note startle the air, Lest it disturb her too suddenly falling, Queen of my loyal heart, slumbering there. Hear me, O royal knight, mantled in splendor, Not on thy robe gleams a jewel as fair, Watch o'er her casement from evil defend her; Queen of my loyal heart, slumbering there. CHAS. C. BALLARD, '99. The Parthenon. 97 (8) THE SCARLET To My Maedchen. Tj" S war near a Deutscher city, In a stille fragrant Platz, Dass ich met a Madchen pretty, And I sagte : "Be mein Schatz?" Oh ! her Augen blau, and bright were, And ihr Mund was suss to kiss, Und her Locken schwarz wie night were; Sie antwortete like this : "If you to be true verspreche, Ich will be dy kleiner Schatz, Schwore nicht die love to brechen, Nun then will ich love dich lots." So wir kissed, und home zusammen, Arm in arm, ging wir our way, "Liebe," cried ich, "best of Damen, I will lieb dich many a day." The Scarlet Letter. AND GARNET. The College Widow. CUE sat alone in leafy June, Her heart was sad and aching ; Her voice was somewhat out of tune, As if with tears 'twere shaking ; But still she sang in accents low, While looking on the river, "For men may come, and men may go, But I go on forever!" She heard the college chappies laugh, As up the hill they wended, And felt they were too glad by half, That college life was ended. She wished and here her tears did flow, That men were fickle never, "For men may come," she sang, "and go, But I go on forever." CLARKE WINSLOW CRANNELL, '95. The Garnet. 99 THE SCARLET College Widow. /COLLEGE widow, robed passe, Plead, indeed, thou dost adore us ; We'll forget how thou didst sway Our fathers' hearts before us. The Garnet. 100 AND GARNET. A Law of Love For Freshmen. A FRESHMAN, walking down the street, A pretty girl did chance to meet ; He bowed so low, 'twould make you roar. He'd met her just the day before. That night he did not sleep a wink, But of this girl alone could think ; Just what it was he could not say, He'd never yet felt quite that way. The girl, alas, for Freshy's heart, Had learned full well to act her part ; She'd flirted, smiled, and talked just so, With present Seniors years ago. PAUL. The Targum. THE SCARLET Freshman, Beware 1 JUST now looms up the college girl. To start a new campaign ; Be careful, Fresh, or you will find That you have loved in vain. I fell you, pass the maidens by, And stop ere you've begun. Each college girl loves but one man, A Junior is that one. The Scarlet Letter. 102 AND GARNET. Just One. A FTER the play is over, They stand in the hall alone ; Both are silent and sober, At that moment the clock strikes Just one. O'er the parting he lingers. True he is loath to be gone ; And, while he holds her fingers, Is it echc repeating, Just one? M. H. S., '96. The Garnet. 103 THE SCARLET Parting. T) Y moonlight home we went, From church that Sunday evening, Her summer stay was spent, To-morrow she'd be leaving. Ended soon our walk, But she bade me enter ; Long ran on our talk, Half earnest and half banter. Time flew on apace, Soon 'twas time for starting. And each with our best grace, Prepared we for our parting. Tho' I'd be silent, she knew, By a sort of intuition, Just what I longed to do, And so I asked permission. Said she, "It cannot be," But when I asked, still hopeful, "May I a robber be?" Her silence left me doubtful. 104 AND GARNET. Enclosed her dainty hand In mine without a whisper, Did she nod command? I thought so and I kissed her. The Scarlet Letter. 105 THE SCARLET Question and Answer. I. A KISS," you say " 'Twas nothing but a kiss," A momentary madness Fraught with bliss ; Souls pass from lips to lips In one sweet touch, And yet you say, dear heart, "It was not much !" II. "What's in a kiss?" Perhaps you'll tell me where The harm of that most sweet transgression lies. Why in a moment comes temptation fair, The answer lies apparent In your eyes. The Targum. 106 AND GARNET. A Sonnet. morning Phoebus ushers in the day, And eke as often do I seek the mail ; Yet meets my longing gaze naught but dismay, And disappointments all my hopes curtail. I strive to sink my thoughts in classic lore, But all the letters are resolved in three Read they Shakespeare, Milton, Pope or Moore, Nor else my eyes can see than X. Y. Z. Unrest and dread forebodings, troubling me, Call up the story of fair Psyche's charms And fears lest Venus jealous too, of thee, Because of thy rare beauty, plans thy harm. Sweet maiden, art thou ill, or dost thou grieve, That thou'rt as still as mice on Christmas Eve? The Targum. 107 THE SCARLET Le Billet Doux. A SOUSA by your magic art, A sceptre your baton ; Whose sway is o'er each human heart It casts its spell upon ! But lacking all your art sublime, One dulcet note was all Sweet Phyllis used, once on a time, My spirit to enthrall. P. P. SHEEHAN. The Parthenon. 108 AND GARNET. Ye Maid of Dorp Makes Answer. CON of Union, ere we part, You say you'll give me back my heart ; Three years and more you've tho't you owned it, But all this time I've only loaned it, Yet once more before you go, Mea vita, te amo. Tho' my lips have sweetly smiled, And my tender eyes so mild. Have charmed thy soft and longing heart, Now that we forever part, Say it gently, say it low, Mea vita, te amo. Though so winning I have been, (Is deception such a sin?) I've been laughing in my sleeve, You're the one that's been deceived; Yet, since you must surely go, Mea vita, te amo. Two can play that little game, I'd a lover ere you came, Though he now is far from me, Yet him I love, not you, you see ; Yet once more, let's play it's so, Mea vita, te amo. 109 THE SCARLET But I'll no "College Widow" be, Soon my lover comes to me, When we're married, then we'll smile At you, who all this long, long while, Believed the words I whispered low, Mea vita, te amo. S. L. F. The Garnet. no AND GARNET. The Sophomore. '"PHE Sophomore sat 'neath the willow tree; On its boughs his harp he hung, And ever he sighed most dismally, As mournfully thus he sung : "False is the heart of the maid I love. Light as a breath that is past, Yet my love for her is true and strong, And faithful unto the last." But another fair maiden passed that way, He saw the laugh in her ee, And followed forgetting his wounded heart, And the harp that hung on the tree. Yet false is the love of a maiden fair, Light as a breath that is past, But the love of man is true and strong, And faithful unto the last. The Targum. in THE SCARLET Cancion. (After the Spanish of Pedro Lacaza.} HP HE jessamine aromas Deserves my Love to-night ; Her rosiness and figure Awaken new delight. Reserved is she and coy though, Ungrateful one, with me ; A favor e'er denies me As if her enemy. May violets, carnations And fragrant roses fall On beautiful senoras, Who know of love, the all. For those who so reserved are, May thistles on them rain. Because with fixed eye, they Know how to show disdain. G. C. R-, '99- The Parthenon. AND GARNET. Having Quarreled. H IP-poor-will Pipes his lay, Shadows gray, All things fire ; O'er the hill Far away. Gleams of day Linger still. So with you ; For although Memories few Linger yet, They but show Love has set. G. W. P. The Parthenon. THE SCARLET To . T LOVE you, my darling, not for your beauty, Not for your graces which heaven endowed, But for your sweet nature, best treasure of mankind, And purity which has the lily which bows. MAJOR ALLEN TWIFORD, '96. The Garnet. Ten Years After. (\ H ! had you had beauty, my one time darling, Had heaven with graces your nature endowed, Your treasure of sweetness had not so soon soured, The lily of purity with age had not bowed. WILLIAM HERMAN HALL, '96. The Garnet. 114 AND GARNET. My Lady's Fan. V/f Y Lady's phantom haunts mine eye, Whene'er my Lady is not by. She fanned my head on summer days. And when she's set my heart ablaze," She says she's sorry. So am I. She should at least relief supply ; Respite that nought on earth can buy Comes when her finger sways My Lady's Fan. What sceptre's power with her's can vie ! What wizard dare her wand defy ! Zeus' thunderbolt its homage pays, Nor shall my pen in hobbling phrase Neglect to sing before I die My Lady's Fan. The Scarlet Letter. THE SCARLET Say, Helen. C AY, Helen ! do you recollect, Oh, no ! 'tis too much to expect, The time when we were introduced? I think you must have been amused, At seeing me so quite confused ; Yet, that was just a year ago, And time cures everything, you know. Say, Helen ! Do you quite recall, It wasn't long ago at all, When standing in the hallway dark, I used to say, "Good-night, Miss ," But that is past, and now, although The lights are turned down just as low, You let me, when its time to go, Say, "Helen?" The Scarlet Letter. 116 AND GARNET. Moons. HP HE bench was certainly far too wide, (A bench is usually so) For betwixt the two from side to side Was an awful space fully one foot wide. (It was surely wrong, But the bench was long, And the youth was most sadly slow.) She racked tier head for a happy thought, For she was 'ni. st in despair How to bridge tV; space to the bashful youth. (It may seem qu. strange, but I tell the truth) And there came a thought, (Do you think she ought? For myself, I think 'twas fair.) The stars shone bright and clear, And taught what she wished to know; "Have you seen," she quickly cried, "The moons of Jupiter side by side ; You could see them clear In a mirror here?" And the shy youth answered, "No o." 117 THE SCARLET 'Twas done quicker than I the tale can tell, For he saw (and their two heads touched), As he looked o'er the edge of the mirror's rim, The only two moons in the world for him ; The rest to tell Is useless. Well These things have ever been such. '98. The Garnet. 118 AND GARNET. To a Cigarette. /CIGARETTE, sweet cigarette, So graceful and petite, Agowned in dainty wrapper. With blissfulness so fleet, I loved thee ah, I love thee ! But I must be discreet. For Caroline detests thee. Exotic thing so sweet, And thinks that / abhor thee ; Ah ! I must be discreet, So, dainty cig. I toss thee Far out into the street ; With breath perfume I drown thee While Caroline I greet. H. S. D., '99. The Parthenon. 119 THE SCARLET My Photograph. T\7"HAT would I not give to be where Thou art, so nigh to her, and hear The words she utters, as she thinks About those who to her are dear ; And whether sigh or joyous laugh, I envy thee, my photograph. Thou canst not understand the bliss That should be thine, for thou art dumb ; No sigh nor tear of hers can move That soul of thine, for it is numb ; Yet of that bliss, I'd die for half, I envy thee, my photograph. When thee I gave her, I ne'er thought That she would lavish all on thee, The tender glances from her heart, And thus have none at all for jrie ; When I did that, I was a calf! I envy thee, my photograph. BILLY, '98. The Garnet. 120 AND GARNET. On Receiving a Picture. A S I take long glances, fair one, At thy sweet face, pictured there ; From my heart is erased forebodings, From my mind is banished care. For I think of the past behind us, I look in those deep black eyes, And the tender thoughts and emotions Of the yesterday arise. Yes, the thoughts of the days not forgotten That we passed in happy youth, In that little country village. You know it well, forsooth. Ah ! those days, but few knew their gladness, In truth, none but you and I, As we walked down the road from the schoolhouse. To part at the turn with a sigh. Such scenes and such thoughts are awakened, As I look at thy likeness there, In thy girl face, sweet and tender, In thy maiden face, so fair. The Targum. THE SCARLET The Effigy. A ND so she smiles ! Nor frown, nor pout That look divine, can put to rout. I would, my love, thou wert but half So constant as thy photograph. P. P. S., '98. The Parthenon. 122 AND GARNET. Playing Hearts. /^\N Thursday night we ten all played at hearts: I held a hand three kings, a queen, an ace I knew that this was 'most too poor for hearts, And was so vexed I showed it in my face. I played quite hard, yet with all my arts I lost the game, for I won the hearts. On Friday night we two played hearts ; I held a hand and felt Love's dart. And won the game, but lost my heart. C. R. B. The Tar gum. 123 THE SCARLET To My Guitar. C WEET and gay thy whisperings. My Guitar.- Andalusian maidens' laughter, Lit by glances like the shining Of the fire-flies of the night time, In and out thy strings is twining. In the gay fandango twining. My Guitar. Mellow are thy whisperings, My Guitar. Fair the hand that flung the roses ; Fairer still the lips that yielded, When thy serenade so tender Showed the love so true it shielded, Showed the heart so true it shielded, 'My Guitar. The Scarlet Letter. 124 AND GARNET. A Catch. V7" OUNG Corydon, one summer day A-fishing went, with great array Of hook and line, and every bribe To lure the luckless finny tribe. This same young man, the gossips say, Took Phyllis too, to join the fray, The fishes shook with dread despair, As they discerned this doughty pair; Who came like Caesar's conquering host, And armed with Caesar's conquering boast. Though some aver they laughed with glee, And winked, 'though why, I cannot see; They fished all day with great intent, Such faithful hours were never spent ; Though Corydon spent too much time In helping Phyllis with her line; Then Cupid as the sun went down Hooked them and brought them back to town. JOHNSON, '98. The Parthenon. 125 THE SCARLET Arcadia. "1X7 HY lingers Strephon at the gate? The dusk is come, 'tis growing late; His sheep are bleating at the fold, Come ! laggart one, thy lord will scold. Alas ! poor swain, I fear he's caught By fetters strong as e'er were wrought ; Two little hands his heart strings keep, What recks sweet Phyllis for the sheep ? But hold them gently, else I fear, You'll strain and snap them, Phyllis dear ; Why not entwine them with thine own? And bring life's sheep together home. '97- The Garnet. 126 AND GARNET. Adieu. (After the French of Segur}. '"PHOU leavest me upon thy way to glory, My aching heart will follow after thee, Farewell, and when the world has told the story Of thy valor, ah ! have a thought for me. To duty and to love be faithful ever, From death, vain sacrifice to glory, flee ; When honor calls to strife, with last endeavor Grasp victory and have a thought for me. And I alas, in all my cruel sorrow, In peace or war an equal terror see, Fair faces will be near thee every morrow, And thou wilt charm, ah, have a thought for me. Ah, yes ; thy charm and strength will conquer ever, Where thou remainest love and strife will be, Let victory's sweet poison harm thee never, Success be thine, but have a thought for me. R. The Parthenon. 127 V. CARMINA COMICA (10) THE SCARLET AND GARNET. What's the Use. I'D like to write of anthropology, And History's muse ; Of Brahma's stern theology But what's the use? The Scarlet Letter. THE SCARLET The Bard's Lament. '"VHERE are those bards who sing the fame Of each illustrious hero's name, And others who devote their lays To woman's lovely winning ways ; For this poor bard there's not a thing That's not been sung, of which to sing. The sunset's- beauties much extolled A multitude of bards have told ; About the gentle charm of Spring A sane man would not dare to sing; The verses on the starry sky Would sop the ocean's bed quite dry. Search as I will my puzzled mind A single thought I cannot find, On which to turn my talent free With some originality ; I fear that my poetic muse Will die away from lack of use. WILLIAM CHAUNCEY YATES, '98. The Parthenon. 132 AND GARNET. A Cowardly Act. T LEANED across the orchard gate, And held her struggling head ; Why was I then so cruel, pray, And she so full of dread? She struggled hard, she struggled long, I can see her even now, As I looked into the big brown eyes Of our dear old brindle cow. The Tar gum. 133 THE SCARLET Jack. -r ACK is handsome, J Jack is fair Dark complexion, Rich and rare. Jack is stylish, Up to date Loved him dearly, Hence my fate. Jack so charming Ne'er'd propose Not so strange for Jack's a rose. H. S. D., '99. The Parthenon. 134 AND GARNET. Iconoclastic. TF you would have a kiss From a staid and pretty miss, You can buy it with a jewel fair to see; And the larger size the gem. To adorn her diadem, All the sweeter will the maiden's kisses be. G. C. R., '99. The Garnet. 135 THE SCARLET When? vyHEN may I sleep again?" he cried, As the baby began to squall ; And a saucy echo answered back, "After the bawl." The Targum. 136 AND GARNET. A Lie. T SLEPT on an editor's bed one night When no editor was nigh. And thought as I tossed in that cosy nest How easy editors lie. The Targum. 137 THE SCARLET A Curl of Brown. HP HE tresses fair, of brownish hair, Bedeck her maiden brow, And clustering rings, as blossoms cling On distant fruitful bough. I sue for one, in boyish fun, To place upon my heart ; To be for me a legacy Usurping Cupid's dart. So from that hair, like blossoms fair On distant bough so rich, Without a sigh, she gives Oh ! my ! A curl ? Why, no ! a switch. JOHN McNAB, '01. The Concordiensis. 138 AND GARNET. The Violet, or the Coffin Tack? TN one hand lay a violet, The other clasped a cigarette. She had given the flower with dainty grace In a sheltered nook ere the dance was o'er ; He recalled the blush on the charming face When he begged for "just one kiss more." His chum had donated the coffin tack. And growled like a bear in the giving; But then he was right, 'twas the last in the pack. And smoking's one pleasure .of living. Carefully one on the table was set As he laid to his lips the (?) The Targum. 139 THE SCARLET From Hash to Manna. A TALE OF TO-DAY. I. A H, but hearken to my story Of a happy hasherine. Coy and cunning. Ever dunning, Festive, fitful hasherine. II. How she lay awake a planning, Scheming to economize, For she wouldn't ('Cause she couldn't) Work a scheme to victimize. III. So, alas (excuse my weeping), She evolved, to net the cash. This sad saying, (Sad but paying) "I'll just put it in the hash." 140 AND GARNET. IV. Well, one day she found a cartridge (Ignorance, alas, is rash), Never boded It was loaded, So she put it in the hash. V. Shall I carry on my story? Nay, thy saline tears abash, What's she doing? She is stewing Manna, now, instead of hash. P. P. S., '98. The Garnet. 141 THE SCARLET A Midnight Lunch. T LOVE to pick le little lunch Before I go to bed, As I roam about the pantry In the house where I was bread. 'Tis then I see the cant elope, And make the butter fly. And pluck the prickly cucum ber, While the plums mince pie. I love to 'watch the sardines box, I doughnut care who wins, I hear the merry tee hee hee, Behind the baking tins. I see the helpful lemon ade, The tinkling ice to glide ; I hear the china sauce her, And pitcher plate aside. While the lob sters, the milk pale, The cottage "cheese it" cries, And the graham rolls about us, And the clothes horse shies. The Tar gum. 142 AND GARNET. Coeur Froid. T SAT beside a maiden fair, My eyes on her were bent. I longed to speak some pretty thought, Of loving sentiment. "My cup of bliss is full," quoth I, "Near you 'tis joy to live." The maiden hastened to remark, "Your cup is like a sieve." G. P., '03. The Garnet. 143 THE SCARLET Doggerel. T "I E is kneeling at her foot-stool, With an humble, docile mien. (I can watch the little tableaux From behind the silken screen.) He awaits his lady's sentence, With a look of mute appeal. And of touching resignation. That a heart of stone should feel. She relents she strokes his forehead, With a soft caressing touch, Breathing tender words and phrases Yet he does not heed them much. Now he rises, looks about him, Meets her loving eyes but, hark ! He has heard her words of pardon, And he answers with a bark! The Scarlet Letter. 144 AND GARNET. A Family Affair. C AID she, "To you I'll be a sister." " 'Tis well," said he, and promptly kissed her. Then vexed was she and called him "Mister." But mayn't a fellow kiss his sister? The Tar gum. 145 (ii) THE SCARLET An Incident. V7" ES, you and I, 'twere but we two, Went rowing in a small canoe. I, to be sure, took up the oar, And in a moment, it was a bore. Then turning to you, my dearest friend, I asked, "Have you a hand to lend?" "No, sir-ee-bob ! no hand for you. You can paddle your own canoe." J. E. P., '01. The Garnet. 146 AND GARNET. Repartee. T NTO a restaurant he chanced , Where the waitress was pretty and neat: A boquet of roses he tendered her, And gaily said, "Sweets to the sweet." She blushed, and taking his order, Sped away with a toss of her head ; As she smilingly brought him his steak, "Tough to the tough," she brightly said. The Scarlet Letter. 147 THE SCARLET En Penitence. A FTER the winter's giddy whirl She met him with another girl, And asked him what he meant. He said, "My heart's devotion Is boundless as the ocean, But, don't you know the reason? You quite forget the season, Just now, you see, it's Lent." The Tar gum. AND GARNET. Called to Arms. TlE was called to arms, and gallantly A warrior's part he played, And recked not who his foe might be, To duty only listened he, And hopefully, and manfully, The summons was obeyed. He came and saw, but then, unlike Great Caesar's tour de force, Was conquered, routed utterly, By Cupid's scathing archery. The arms that took him in, you see, Were Betty's arms, of course. '97- The Garnet. 149 THE SCARLET Two Arms. At the dawn of twilight. When my heart grows gay, And the evening shadows Swallow up the day, Two arms invite me To their fond embrace. And hold me gently 'Gainst a wealth of lace And I love her dearly. Still so rich and rare. She is ever constant. Is my old armed chair. H. S. D., '99. The Parthenon. ISO AND GARNET. According to Hoyle. "Y'ES," I whispered, as I pressed her, Showing her the diamond ring ; "It's the ace of Diamonds, darling, Hearts are trumps, the poets sing. You're the Queen of Hearts for me, love," (Here I think she smiled serene,) "You must trump the ace, my dearest, Diamonds lead and you're the Queen." "Yes," she whispered, as I kissed her, With her little hand in mine. And her head upon my shoulder, While her arms around me twine. "Yes, but then you know the rule, John," (Toying shyly with the ring,) "Third hand high, so you must take me, I am Queen but you are King." Horrible to end such rapture, Horrible to end such bliss, Gladly would I draw the curtain At the last and longest kiss ; But I can't forget her father, And his rage-distorted face, As he bellowed, through the doorway, "That's my trick, there! I'm the Ace!" JACK. The Targutn. THE SCARLET Contributed By a Freshman. T^HE freshman orator with grace, And sad-lined efforts of his face, Spoke with emotion past his years, That e'en the seats were laid in tiers. The Concordicnsis. 152 AND GARNET. Left. oHE was a millionaire's daughter, Impecunious clerk was he; He audaciously sought her With th' object of matrimony. In fervent tones he pleaded His cause with art and skill ; She was the one thing needed His cup of joy to fill. "You are the only maid, I swear, That I can ever wed ; You are a girl, I do declare, After my heart," he said. "If that's the case we'll say adieu," She said with .withering look ; For a man I plainly see in you "After my pocketbook." MARIUS. The Targum. 153 THE SCARLET To Helen. T WROTE a poem "To Helen," once, In metre light and gay, And never thought that Helens, ten. Would read those lines next day; And in those words I threw my heart ; Alas ! my time was spent, For every Helen that I knew, Believed that she was meant. I wrote a poem "To Helen," then, And though the lines were gay, I held her faults before the world ; Imposing the array. I laughed at all her petty whims, But I was fooled this time, For every single Helen thought I meant the other nine. The Scarlet Letter. 154 AND GARNET. Bill and the Sisters Peach. (With apologies to all the Williams at Union.) '"pHE Sisters Peach were jolly twins, Known far and wide and well ; (Now. as there are no twins in Dorp, Tis safe, this tale to tell.) Young William was a Union man. They call him "Charming Bill" ; At making love, 'tis said, he had No peer upon the hill. To one Miss Peach he was engaged. To him, said I, "Now will You tell how you distinguish them?" "I don't," said Charming Bill. C. W. CRANNELL. The Garnet. 155 THE SCARLET Multum in Parvo. /^\ NE swallow does not make a summer," A long-forgotten poet sings, But I have seen a small grasshopper Make half a dozen springs. A. B. G. The Targidii. 156 AND GARNET. Ye Wooing Knight. A KNIGHT he would a wooing go In the chivalrous days of long ago, So he sallied forth with his gay guitar, And roundels in his repertoire. He hied him to a lady love, And sang beneath her bower above, "Oh ! come to me. 'milady' fair, Oh ! come, for I my love declare." To the lattice tripped ''milady" fair, So sprightly, gay and debonaire ; She leaned on it ye gods, they tell, The thing was loose, "milady" fell. In his aching pate the bright stars swam, And brave Alphonse said tersely, "d n" ; His wish. I wot, was quite fulfilled. But the knightly brain was well nigh spilled. This knight has sworn a mighty oath. As by Castile he fiercely quoth, I'll never woo ye lady love When I'm beneath ye bower above. WILLIAM ALLEN JOHNSON, '97. The Garnet. 157 THE SCARLET Unjust. '"PHE rain it falls upon the just, And also on the unjust fellows, But more upon the just, because The unjust have the justs' umbrellas. The Targum. 158 AND GARNET. A Ballad of the Ballet. TN ye seat A, 104. Sat Freddie, ye gallant Sophomore, All decked out in wondrous wise With chrysanthemums of ye largest size. In 103 sat ye fat old beau, With ye diamond shirt stud all aglow. As ye play went on ye buxom maid In ye ballet costume gay arrayed, Tripped down to ye footlights (O, ye grace), And sweetly smirked at ye upturned face. "Be gad !" quoth Freddie, in transport wild, "In sooth yon maid must on me have smiled." As she glided off when ye dance was o'er, Loudly clapped Freddie for ye encore, And cautiously to ye pretty fay He deftly winked in ye knowing way, And ye soubrette nodded down at ye pit, (Ye gallant Soph, nearly threw a fit.) When ye play was done to ye rear stage door Sped Freddie, ye gallant Sophomore, Expectantly waiting ye place about. Ye stage door ope'd and ye maid tripped out On the arm "Ye gods! What do I see?" Of ye fat old man in 103. The Garnet. 159 THE SCARLET Won the Pot. HpHAT little hand! I hold it firm in mine, And scan its outlines fine. My eyes expand, And grow with love intense and strong ; I gaze upon it fond and long. That little hand! That little hand! It is so smooth, so pure and white, And covered o'er with diamonds quite, In beauty grand. Oh, how I love it ! See me press It to my lips in fond caress, That little hand! That little hand! There are others as fair as you, I lay you down, and gladly, too, It was a diamond, flush and straight, Soon may I hold its charming mate, That little hand! The Targum. 1 60 AND GARNET. Certainly. \\f ON'T you let me call you Something else than Miss? Don't you think I've known you Long enough for this?" "Certainly, my dear sir," The maiden fair replied, "You might make it Mrs. If you only tried." H. S. H. The Targum. 161 (12) THE SCARLET The Last Farewell. rpAREWELL, farewell, farewell," she said Around his neck her arms she threw, "Yours I remain, alive or dead, To you I ever shall be true." "Farewell, for you I'll ever pray When to the dangerous field you hie, Remember, tho' far, far away, My thoughts to you will ever fly." Her tears fell fast, "Goes he to war, Thy gallant lad?" "No," with a blush, "Alas, alas, in danger more, He's going to play centre rush." H. The Garnet. 162 AND GARNET. The Problem Solved. V/f Y son," the Freshman's mother cried, With a Spartan mother's tears, "Return in honor to my side, Or else find thee a bier." The Freshman pondered long and hard, The problem raised his fears, At last he solved the matter thus, Not one but many beers. The Targum. 163 THE SCARLET An Adventure. CMALL boy, Great joy ; Line, hook, Fish, brook. Small bite. Great fright ; Slight lurch Off perch. Not dry Dad nigh ; Dad's muscle All-a-bustle. Boy, bed, No bread ; No wish To fish. The Scarlet Letter. 164 AND GARNET. Gambling Terms. '"p HE Indian crept up to the girl, The girl was kneading bread, She, turning, flung it in his face, And lost her dough on the red. "ZA ZA." The Garnet. 165 THE SCARLET To a Mosquito. CWEETLY clinging, softly stinging. At the midnight hour ; Gently creeping, onward sweeping. Wondrous is thy power! Now alighting, calmly biting. Hard it is to bear ! Round us flitting, while we're hitting Vainly in the air ! Wilt thou ne'er be gone? Wounded, dreary, faint and weary. Toss we 'till the morn. MARIUS. The' Tar gum. 166 AND GARNET. An Effiouxion. /"\NCE there were two little Sioux, Who went off in their birch-bark caniouxs ; In manner too free They rowed merrily On that wonderful, wonderful criouxs. Their way they never could lioux : Rowed single file never by tiouxs ; They could row in the night As well as by light And do just about as they chiouxs. Their father ne'er had any nioux. So he tried to find his two Siouxs. He found only one, The other was gone, Of his hiding place there were no clioux. Now doesn't this look very ciourxrious 'Twill make every one of you fiouxrious ; Now you that are wise, Pray do this revise, With spelling that's not so injiouxrious. The Scarlet Letter. 167 VI. MODULATIONES ^THIOPUM THE SCARLET AND GARNET. The Darkey's Creed. f)H de sun am shinin' bright On de cotton sof an' white. In de mohning. An' de muscadine am sweet. An' de possum good to eat. In de mohning. Oh. I'se a happy nigger, An' dey isn't nuthin' bigger, In de mohning. An' de white man he kin say. .'Come an' wurk fo' me to-day." In de mohning. But I'll tell a whoppin' lie. How I'll do hit, bye'm-bye. In de mohning. Oh. I'se a happy nigger, An' dey isn't nuthin' bigger. In de mohning. But de sun goes down at last. An' de cottons sheddin' fast. In de ebening. An' de muscadine hez rot, An' de possum isn't caught. In de ebening. Oh. I'se gittin' mighty sadder, An' dey's nothin' feelin' badder. In de ebening. 171 THE SCARLET Fer de chillun isn't fed When I sen' 'em off to bed, In de ebening. Not a rashun in de house, Det would, feed a growed up mouse. In de ebening. Oh, I'se gittin' mighty sadder, An' dey's nothin' feelin' badder, In de ebening. P. P. S.. '98. The Parthenon. 172 AND GARNET. Ma Ole Virginy Home. /"\ TAKE me back to massa an' ma ole Virginy home, I was happy 'neath de sunny Southern sky ; I'se gettin' old an' feeble, an' it makes me sad to roam. O, take me back again an' let me die. Jes let me see ma Dinah, she's a waitin' dere for me, In ma lonely little cabin far away ; I hear her voice a callin', an' I a'most seem to see Her dear ole face an' hair a turnin' gray. I see de little cabin where de honeysuckle grew, I see de vines a chmbin' roun' de door, I see de ole plantation an' I see ole massa, too, O, take me back an' let me roam no more. If I could hear de banjo an' de songs ob happy days, But neber shall I hear de ole refrain. I'se gwine to hear de angels singin' sweeter songs ob praise. An' ma heart will soon forget its ebery pain. A. H. HINMAN, '02 The Garnet. 173 THE .SCARLET De Universal Law. T'S a sneakin' kin' o' notion Bout de gals y' gwine to meet, When yer spillin' of devotion At some twenty par o' feet. Fer I done a heap o' co'tin', 'Fo' I fix in' vveddin' day. An' I kep' 'em all a dotin' On dis nigger, le' me say. An' de way I done, an' de way you do. Ef yer wants to win de cherub Yer a projickin' to woo: Is to be jes' plum contrary, Wen yer with y' little dove, Wen she calls y' "huckleberry," 'Tend it isn't her y' love. An' 'en, ef she git chilly. Say yo' haht hit sho' will break. Ef yo' little tagger lilly Give 'er baby boy de shake. I's don' it m' se'f, an' dey's not one flaw In dis plan to win a cherub, Hits de universal law. P. P. S., '98. Tlic Parthenon. 174 AND GARNET. To Nellie Lu. XT7 HEN de sun am shinin' hot, An' de gum a smellin' sweet, An' de co'n am hangin' in de yere, . When de bird am in de pot, Sizzlin' dar des fit to eat, Deri, m' honey, oh, I loves yo' mighty dear. Loves yo'. honey? Yes, I do, Sho' would die fo' m' Nellie Lu. When de moon am dippin' low, An' yo' wears det crimson gown, An' de flo' am clar fo' dancin' at de mill, When ole Jasper pulls dat bow, An' I does a walk-aroun,' Den, m' honey um ! I loves yo' fit t' kill. Loves yo', honey? 'Deed I do, Sho' would die fo' m' Nellie Lu. When I'se pullin' cotton, too, An' I bens da in de sun, Leadin' all de other niggahs in de race, 'Er I keeps 'long side of you, 'Twell de wuk is went an' done, Still I see's yo' lovin' precious little face. Loves yo', honey? Yes, I do, Sho' would die fo' m' Nellie Lu. P. P. S., '98. The Parthenon. 1/5 THE SCARLET Mammy's Honey Boy. \/f AMMY'S little honey boy's Mos' played out ; Been a makin' too much noise. Stop dat pout. Come now. chile, no foolin' now, Mammy say. What's de trouble, anyhow, Ebery day ? What yo' ben a doin', chile? See yo' se'f, Trousers don' been torn a mile, Nuffin' lef. Hab to make yo' 'nether pair, I don' guess ; Yo' jes' dim' up on dat chair, An' get dat ves'. Dah now, jes' yo' bring it heah, Dat's de way. Ain' yo' proud, now, honey deah ? What yo' say? Yo' ain' proud to wear dat ves' ? Ain' yo' 'shame' ? Mam is gwine to make yo' jes' All de same. 176 AND GARNET. Tell yo' what I'se gwine to do, Yo' can' guess, Gwine to make some pants fo' yo' Wi' dat ves'. A. H. HINMAN, '02. The Concordiensis. 177 (13) THE SCARLET The Panacea. s~\ WHEN y' feels a pinin' Per det which y' don't know what, Even when y' been a dinin' On the bes' es kin be got, Try wateh-mellyon, heah me, Pete? Det dar fruit am mighty sweet. Or when yo' gals p'tendin' With yo' feelin's fit t' kill, En' all 'er time a spendin' With det on'ry yaller Bill, Try wateh-mellyon, heah me, Pete? Det '11 fetch 'er to yo' feet. Or when de parson's chidin' 'Bout yo' dues a bein' slack, En' he says y'll keep a slidin' Twell de debbil git a whack, Try wateh-mellyon, heah me, Pete? Parson love det kin' o' meat. 178 AND GARNET. En' when yo' all's awaitin' Et de gates as yaint ajar, When St. Peter is relatin' What y' done, en' how, en' whar, Try wateh-mellyon, heah me, Pete? Y' sho' t' walk dem golden street. P. P. S., '98. The Parthenon. 179 THE SCARLET Hushabye. TJUSHABYE, ma little baby, Jes' yo' close yo' little eye, Mammy ain' a gwine to leab yo', So now, honey, hushabye. Hushabye, O, hushabye, Mammy's watchin' neah, Boogyman won' get yo', chile, Don' yo' neber feah. Don' yo' heah wha' mammy tole yo' ? Mammy's gwine to spank yo', den, Dah now, dah yo' picaninnie, Don' yo' holler so agen. Hushabye, O, hushabye, Go to sleep, ma baby, Mammy gib yo' somethin good, When yo' wake up maybe. Close yo' eye, an' stop yo' wrigglin', Don' yo' play no possum, chile, Hushabye, ma picaninnie, Mammy's neah yo' all de while. 1 80 AND GARNET. Hushabye, O, hushabye. Sleep on mammy's bosom, Mammy lubs her honey boy, Break her heart to loose um. A. H. HINMAN, '02. The Garnet. 181 VII. POEMATA COLLEGIORUM THE SCARLET AND GARNET. Queen's College. UEEN'S is not dead, long live old Queen's She shall be Queen's forever, Enthroned for aye in loyal hearts, Our Alma Mater ever. Her name still clings to ivied walls, In studious shades embowered, The Graces' haunt, fair Wisdom's seat, By princely Rutgers dowered. Long reign, fair Rutgers, Queen's alone Among the halls of knowledge, In the vast realm of our free land. Reign thou the royal college. Let passing years increase thy charms. And add their wealth of wisdom, To enrich thy sons in every grace. In honor, truth and freedom. Queen's is not dead, long live old Queen's, She shall be Queen's forever, Endow her with the richest gifts. Our Alma Mater ever. For kings may come and kings may go. But Queen's shall reign forever. H. The Targum. 185 THE SCARLET The Old Blue Gate. T17 ALLS white and gray, light's magic brush, With softest ray has made to flush, And underneath elms' lofty arch, In touch of soul true' comrades march ; The sharers here of treasures vast Transmitted from a glorious past; We stand without and eager wait To pass within an old blue gate. Seen from within, the world afar Gleams bright beyond the azure bar. And time lags slow with vexing pace, To hearts impatient for the race. Our toil is here, and here our care, Our rest, our triumph, over there, As ships, port seeking from afar. Await the tide that floods the bar, We murmur at retarding fate, And long to pass the old blue gate. O Gate of Blue, fast hurried by, On manhood's verge, thy portals lie ; Thy wood and paint, thy pillars seem Transfigured in a wondrous dream, A jeweled frame that holds, most fair, The purest aims, affections rare. Untainted in the selfish strife Sweet virtue's death, misnamed life. The choicest garlands- we can find With rev'rent hands we on thee bind. JAMES R. TRUAX, '76. 186 AND GARNET. The College Bell. T) ING, Oh, ring, old college bell, Ring of Paradise or Hell, Even ring our death's own knell. Ring out in the morning. Even though we slept 'till eight, Even though we breakfasted late, Ring out, though you seal our fate. Ring your dreadful warning. Must we then to chapel go. Break our slumber, even though Headaches, pains and other woe Bid us stay and rest? Still to slope would be unwise, Reasons must we then devise Based on truth, but in disguise, What a vain request. Yet there is one thing, we swear, That will get us over there, E'en in time to hear a prayer Offered by the pastor. List! the reason we'll unfurl, For each stroke the bell can hurl, Through the campus comes a girl We know, for we have passed her. The Scarlet Letter. 187 THE SCARLET The College Bell. T "I ARK ! 'tis the old college bell loudly ringing High in its belfry loft swaying and swinging. Noisily clanging, It sounds on the air. Forth from the steeple rush bat and fly swallow, Roused from their nests by its tones deep and hollow, Swift on the wing To new haunts they repair. There has it swung for the past generations, Heard and obeyed by the sons of all nations, There may it swing Thro' the ages to come, Sounding for all its right welcoming greeting, Silent at parting but noisy at meeting. Calling to sons of Old Rutgers, Come home. Oft have I heard the cathedral chimes pealing, O'er the great city their silvery tones stealing, Calling the faithful Their matins to tell. But the sound most familiar in days that are fleeting, Its message repeating, forever repeating. Is the musical clang Of the old college bell. E. J. M., '96. The Scarlet Letter. 188 AND GARNET. In Absentia. Q CHERISHED Mother Union, for the grace that still is thine, Teach thou yet Old Time's young children ; teach them truth that is divine. In the broadness of thy vision, in the might of deathless power, With the Ages' treasured wisdom, help the creatures of an hour. They shall perish with their striving ; they shall vanish from earth's ways, But the world shall keep the blessing, and to thee shall come the praise. JAMES R. T.RUAX. . The Parthenon. 189 THE SCARLET A College Memory. A S we turn the fair leaves written full long ago, When in youth we drank deep of each joy, How we love to recall in this sweet afterglow, Long-past pleasures that knew no alloy ; Not a record so slight or so misty through years, But the memory's touch can restore. And in clearest of outlines the picture appears. As though horn of to-day, not of yore. In this vista of years, there's a portion, I ween. That full often returns to the sight ; 'Tis the elms, with the green of the campus between, 'Tis the brown of "Old Queens" on the height; That which greeted us first, that which bade us fare- well, When we parted from college and town, Is the view that on memory's wall will e'er dwell, That loved picture of green and of brown. We heve seen all the growth Alma Mater has made, We have seen her new structures arise. But above all their grandeur, we love the green shade And the sight of "Old Queens" and the skies ; 'Neath the glimmering tree tops that lull us to sleep, 'Neath the class tree we carved with our name, Our shrine of affection with vigil we'll keep, With a spirit forever the same. H. v B. N. The Scarlet Letter. 190 AND GARNET. To Rutgers. "P'EN Passion's sweet Phoebus Hath lent thee her ray; In Beauty's bright glances Thy cares melt away. The Soul of all graces Delight ! but to meet; Divine charms unfolding 'Tis thy joy to greet. When soft dreamy stillness Steals down from the night, And tenderly hushes The clamorous light. Love's own beam shall light thee To Bliss's shining bower. For Rutgers shall ever Woo her fairest flower. The Scarlet Letter. 191 THE SCARLET In Whitie's Chair. times have quite passed from me, Other thoughts for me can vie, Other scenes are now all vanished, Other terrors fright no more, But one scene is still before me, 'Twill remain forever there, 'Twas my first day, I remember,_ My first day in "Whitie's" chair. We had gathered there as Freshmen. In his recitation room, And sat waiting, each one watching, Meekly looking for his doom. When he called our name we shuddered, Felt a rising in our hair, For 'twas our first day, remember, Our first day in "Whitie's" chair. But as weeks and months passed o'er-us, Then his manner kinder grew, As he brought from Grecian chorus. Thoughts that unto us were new. And we found him always faithful, And we found him always fair, So we came to prize the lessons, That we learned in "Whitie's" chair. L. A., '95. The Garnet. 192 AND GARNET. Our Alma Mater. HpO thee, our Alma Mater, ever dear, Our song of praise we bring ; Near thee the Raritan's soft ripples flow, Its tides, its currents swing ; The busy hum of thriving city beats Against thy ivied walls, The sheltering calm of peaceful study broods Within thy memoried halls. Thy cold brown stones hold last within their clasp. A warm and loving heart, So that when one embrace has made us kin, We rest, and grieve to part. The murm'ring of the breezes through the trees, That all thy campus throng, Is sweeter far to us, than on the Rhine, The fabled siren's song. Thy banner's scarlet folds, flung to the wind, Inspire with motive high, As when the Red Cross led Europas' knights To win for Christ or die. When from the parent rose we petals fall. May still thy perfume cling To make life sweet and holy, full of joys That from thee. Rutgers, spring. The Targum. 193 (14) THE SCARLET Farewell Song. "pAREWELL, Old Union, soon too soon The time will come when we must part, But treasured as a precious boon, Shall live thy memories in our heart. Farewell, Old Union, four short years We've worked within thy classic walls, And yet our eyes are dim with tears, When far away stern duty calls. Farewell, Old Union, walk and grove, And old stone seat, and babbling brook, Shall draw us back, where e'er we rove, On seat, and walk, and grove to look. Farewell, Old Union, fond farewell, From men whose hearts are brave and true ; Of those who thee as "mother" hail, None, love thee more than '82. Farewell. Old Union, honored name. A name endeared to every son ; May it be ours to swell thy fame. And thine to live when we are gone. G. A. C, '82. The Garnet. 194 AND GARNET. Ivy Ode. A S the tender ivy, growing Spreads its foliage broad and free All our love and fealty showing May they ever stronger be. Grow then on, as nature's forces Storm and sunshine beat on you, Showing us the heavenly sources Of all actions, good and true. So throughout succeeding ages May we view thee larger grown As we turn of time the pages Reaping much that we have sown. May no evil force offend thee Silent worker and serene, May thy mantle on these walls be Ever thicker, closer, seen. Plant of ages, strength and beauty. As you cling to Rutgers' walls You set forth the bounden duty That we owe to these old halls. H. R. VOORHEES. The Tar gum. 195 THE SCARLET Poem With Apologies. '"pELL me, ye winged winds, That round my pathway war, Is there no room at Rutgers Where flunks are known no more? No kindly wise professor Who is not Prexy's tool, Who ne'er gives less than sixty. While ten spots are the rule? Tell me, ye winged winds. That round my pathway war, Is there no fair and happy place Where debts are known no more? Where bills which long forgotten And written home as paid, Will stare us in the face again, And fill our hearts with dread? The winged winds made answer. And I bent to catch the sound, For I longed to know if any such Could anywhere be found. But I only caught the echo Of the words they told me there. The echo of the hopeless cry, "Alas! it is Nowhere!" Due. The Scarlet Letter. 196 AND GARNET. I Wonder. T WONDER where my money goes, And yet I ought to know, For books and hats and coats and shoes, And pipes and gloves and oyster ^tews; Tobacco in my pipe to use, And liquid which the German brews, Frat. Chapter and athletic dues, Ball tickets and the college crews, Y. M. C. A., the daily news, And beggars whom I can't refuse, Car fares, "set ups," and bets I lose, And pawns redeemed again from Jews, New novelettes to cure the blues, Class pictures, pins and college views, And scarfs and ties of various hues, Confections which the fair ones choose, And stamps for mailing billets-doux ; All these things make my money ooze And vanish like the melting snow. E. J. M., '96. The Tar gum. 197 THE SCARLET To An Elderly "Grind." TIE reads his Homer o'er his Virgil pores, And dotes on Martial of the epigram; All modern novels are but modern bores. And up-to-dateness but a sordid sham, Alone he sits behind his study doors A proper pen for a prosaic lamb And reads his Homer o'er his Virgil pores And dotes on Martial of the epigram. W. G. K. The Garnet. 198 AND GARNET. For a Horse. npHE Arabian horse has oft been sung, In stately metre and entrancing rhyme ; But when o'er Homer's verse I ponder, Give me a Greek horse every time. The Scarlet Letter. 199 THE SCARLET At the End of the Season. TJtS eye was bunged out and his arm in a sling, And he walked with a cane he was lame ; And his swollen up nose was a pitiful thing ; He'd a tooth broken out and his back had no spring. He was happy for all, just the same. Broken teeth, broken arms, broken nose, broken head, Tho' bruised up for life he appear He looked up and grinned, as he cheerfully said, "Now patch up my body, then bandage my head, I'll be ready for foot-ball next year. The Concordiensis. 200 AND GARNET. The Model Student. HEN I went to Rutgers as a very young man, Said I to myself, said I ; I'll follow a new and original plan. Said I to myself, said I ; I'll never pretend that I know everything, Or sport a diamond, or big seal ring, Once worn by my ancestor. Count Gin Sling, Said I- to myself, said I. I'll never walk the streets at night. Said I to myself, said I ; With a lot of Freshmen, all but tight. Said I to myself, said I ; I'll never go bawling "Bow-wow-wow," Just for the fun of raising a row, And roll home in the morning, you don't know how, Said I to myself, said I. But when in June I graduate. Said I to myself, said I ; I'll celebrate it with a fete, Said I to myself, said I ; I'll smoke pure La Rosas and swim in champagne, Go shooting in Texas and courting in Spain, And marry for money some beautiful dame, Said I to myself, said ( I. H. MacS. The Scarlet Letter. 201 THE SCARLET Dark Horse. TjE wasn't in town society, Scarcely a girl did he know by name ; But his pink letters' came very regularly, And he got the class cup all the same. RUWOLE. The Targum. 202 AND GARNET. The Junior Ball. pLEASANT place for boys to play. Better keep your girls away, Hearts get rolled as pebbles do. Which countless fingering waves pursue, And every classic beach is strown With heart-shaped pebbles of blood-red stones. The Scarlet Letter. 203 THE SCARLET A Pillow. T WISH you would make me, a college man said, A pillow, a pillow, a pillow ; The color is garnet, akin to dark red, will you, O will you, O will you? The maiden made answer, you'd better not ask For a pillow, a pillow, a pillow, Though try to perform such a difficult task 1 wilKO, I will O, I will O. But will is a word of the future/ tense, A word that gives others a deal of suspense, The fulfillment of which is always to come, It means just to do and never means done. And the maiden had promised such favors before Had promised them all to her friends by the score ; When with waiting and waiting, they all had grown tired. She'd send it before the ''last gun shot was fired." She's weary of failing, and hopes he v/on't mind, But regard her poor work in a manner most kind. J. K. 1 he Parthenon. 204 AND GARNET. A Mistake.. '"pO the library once went a Freshman in haste, To find there a book suited well to his taste, Of the man found in charge did inquire : "Where, O where, , my good sir, in this building may be The book which my eyes are so longing to see, The tome of my heart's great desire?" The librarian, who knew every alcove quite well, Responded both briefly and promptly, "In L" ; But the Freshman put on a long face, For he tho't he detected an aspirate there, And he rushed out so fast that he upset a chair, And has not since been seen in the place. The Targum. 205 THE SCARLET Progress. HEN first he came to Rutgers, He was a Freshman green ; He plugged from morn 'til midnight, With a girl was never seen. He became a Sophomore wicked. But he wasn't quite the same, He called on seven maidens, And he knew the rest by name. And when he was a Junior, Each girl in town knew him. He made calls every evening. And soon was in the swim. But as a Senior stately, He let the others slide, He called on one girl nightly And morn and noon, beside. RUWOLE. The Tar gum. 206 AND GARNET. Paradise. T LIKE Adam, was in Eden, Happy, ignorant in life ; And I dreamt I was like Adam, Married to a bonny wife. But 1 ate the fruit of knowledge, And I widely oped my eyes ; For I found myself in college, Far away from Paradise. B. R., '99- The Scarlet Letter. 207 THE SCARLET AND GARNET. Epilogue. T^HE curtain falls in silent state; The plaudits of the crowd abate. And hurrying through the green-room door, The wearied actors leave the floor ; I only at the footlights wait. The play is all of Youth's estate. With college loves and joys elate; And yet a sadness comes before The curtain falls. 'Tis no great story we relate, Be to its faults compassionate ; We only cry with those of yore, Nunc plaudite! The play is o'er, At last, good-night ! The hour is late, The curtain falls. The Scarlet Letter. 208 A 000 599 602