Belated springtime
Where is the fresh and balmy Spring we
usually have right now; where are the larks that sweetly
sing on the elm tree's leafy bough? Oh where is the ripple
of the brook, and fragrant blossoms there; oh where is the
cool and shady nook, far from the city, and its care? Alas,
the snow is drifted deep, and it till comes drifting down;
the blossoms all are still asleep, for the fields are white
all 'round. Though winter long has passed away, the real
Spring's slow to 'pear. Oh, what is the reason for delay;
don't you think it's queer?
PEANUT.
A Bona Fide Letter from Michigan
Ann
Arbor, Mich.
Nov.
27, 1911.
Dear Stewed:--
Now isn't that Hell? I have got to give it
to Nebraska though for playing great football. Didyougeton a
big sousethat night,, you and Upde or were you so all-fired
busy writing up your stories?
I am sorry I could'nt get you some good
dope last week but things were so blamed busy Ididn't have
time to turn around. Didyou get my wire D.P.R.?Ididn't get
the dope until that morning.
This is ahell of a job,trying to
typewritewhen you don'tknow a damn about it.Iwill try to do
a little better next time though. Will send done any good
dope that comes. Hope things are coming nicely with you and
Upde. Drop me a line now and then.
Yours
"Immer"
Happy
Haviland.
A Co-ed at a Football Game
Oh Gwendoline, dear,
Aren't you glad we are here!
Don't your blood race along like a tide?
I think it is glorious!
Wish there were more of us,
Camped on the other side!
Oh, look at the men
They are rooting again.
Some
one must be making a score.
A touchdown, I guess,
I 'in not sure, I confess.
I wonder which side it is for?
Oh, Gwendoline, dear,
Aren't you glad we are here!
Aren't you proud of our glorious school?
The bleachers are going.
The score? There's no knowing.
We've won; we do as a rule.
Oh, there comes the team;
Wave the scarlet and cream
Aren't they dear in their blankets of red?
Oh, there starts the band.
My, Isn't it grand?
That's Shonka, I think, ahead.
Now look at them crouch
Ain't that end man a slouch!
His sweater is torn down the back.
Oh, look at them fight!
I'm scared; it's a fright!
Now they're piled in a funny stack.
BUCK.
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Found on A. M. (Mech. Arts Hall) Board, R.
211
If Conway is an old man is Ed Young,
If Dean Richards is a good man is Jack Best?
If Rudge & Guenzel sold a dress would Miller have a
Paine,
If the building caught fire would chat burn? (Chatburn is a
prof.)
If Prof. Mickey owes me 4 bits how much does Prof.
Scipio?
If Prof. Davis is a gum-drop is Prof. Albert Candy?
When Gig got up a petition did Miss Ensign?
Hurriedly
yours,
HAYNES.
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