She makes me a horse, and I mind her direction,
Though it takes me o'er many a Faculty green;
I'm pledged to the cause of her pussy's protection
From ghouls of the Lab and the horrors they mean;
I pose as the sire of a draggled rag dolly
Who owns the astonishing title of Pearl;--
And I have forgotten that all this is folly,
So potent the charm of the prof's little girl!

Yet, spite of each sacrifice made to impress her,
She smiles on my rival. Oh, vengeance I'd gain!
But he wears the same name as my major professor,
And so in his graces I have to remain;
And when she trots off with this juvenile lover,
Leaving me and the cat and the doll in a whirl,
It's pitiful truly for us to discover
The signs of her sex in the prof's little girl.

CHARLES KELLOGG FIELD.
_Four-Leaved Clover._

~Gertrude.~


Fair Gertrude lives at Farmington,
Perhaps you've seen her there;
Her eyes delight in laughing light,
Let gods describe her hair;
Her figure--well, grave Juno ne'er