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Hobart herald. (Geneva, N.Y.) 1879-1942, May 01, 1894, Image 33

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CO L L E GE VER S E . W E have paused to watch the quiver Of faint moon-beams on the river, By the gate W e have heard something calling And a heavy dew is falling Yet we wait. It is no doubt very silty T o stay out in all this chilly Evening mist. Still I linger hesitating, For her lips are plainly waiting To be kissed. So I stoop to take possession Of the coveted concession On the spot; But she draws back with discreetness, Saying with tormenting swreetness, “ I guess n ot.” Her whole manner is provoking ; “ Oh, well, I was only joking,” I reply ; She looks penitently pretty, As she answers, “ What a pity ! So was I . ” —Harvard Lampoon. AFTER BROWNING. If every fly was a humming-bird And every thorn a fig, And every bush a Christmas-tree And every tune a jig And every spring wrere whiskey And every man a king, W e’d win the pennant every year And wouldn’t do a thing. i h

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