All day long, from morning to night,

The "passing tones" are simply a fright.

   They issue from window, door and hall

    Every sound from a screech to a bawl!

But the old Conserve has lots of nice things,

There's lots of nice chickens, and all without wings,

    And you forget all your troubles if you happen to view

    The fat little blonde in fifty-two.

 

 

 

ODE FROM MIKE TO MARIE

"Now see here, Marie, don't talk silly to me

Or I'll fall in love with you.

    I think 'twould be nice, but I haven't the price

    And you hate to have to keep two.

It isn't consistent to be so persistent

When you're wearing that darn D. U. pin.

    So send the thing home, or I'll blow off my dome,

    Then I could never be happy again.

THE LOW COST OF LOVING

Those neck hanging Pi Phis

    Those neck hanging Pi Phis

    Are driving me mad,

Oh say! But they're sad.

Those Delta Zet swingers

    Are only a joke,

But those neck-hanging Pi Phis

    Have sure got my goat.

    I love one on Sunday,

    Another on Monday.

It seems to be all just the style.

    Every lane short or tall

    Like's the swinging, that's all.

I just can't stop loving a while!

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'Twas the classiest dance of the season,

    The classiest people were there

To enjoy the sweet hesitation

    'Mongst them was Ella so fair.

The music began, she closed her eyes,

    She danced, she wished nothing more.

Just then some muttonhead tripped her

    And her poor little head hit the floor.