Fredericksburg College - Quips and Quibbles Yearbook (Fredericksburg, VA)

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Pag e 84 QUIPS AND QUIBBLES A Fable of College Life Fellow! But why think of the Impossible—there were no Other-there were only Two Flies in the Honey. Just then a note of the Gushing kind was brought to him with the Consoling news that, though Dreadfully sorry, she had Just made a Date with the Other fellow. And the Other Fellow Kindly Dropped in to Tell him about it. Well, a quarter wasn’t so Many, and he never allowed the Money question to bother him, But-. The Banquet night came, the Madding crowd came; Rations and Fun were there in Plain Sight, so were She and the Other Fellow, but Bobbie—where was Bobbie? C. H. M., ’02. TO ALICE Dear little girl with dreamy eyes A deeper blue than summer skies, I love thee more than any one Was ever loved beneath the sun. If I could only tell mv love, My constancy to thee could prove, And could but know if you love me, Of mortals I’d the happiest be. But words, my darling, fail to tell The love that you must know so well, So give to me thy trusting heart And say that we need never part.

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QUIPS AND QUIBBLES Page 83 T was Saturday night, and Bobbie sat on the front door step with his Steady, who according to custom had brought out a Few things which delight the inner man. After disposing of his fifth saucer of ice cream, along with a Little cake, he bade Her the Usual moon¬ light farewell, and departed, for it was eleven-thirty, and he would have only a short time in which to prepare his Greek, Latin, Math, English and Physics for Monday. But Bobbie never allowed the Lesson Question to Bother him; he was fortunate in Believing that he owned more than his Share of brains, and lessons went easy. In fact, Bobbie put himself down as a very accomplished Fellow; he could Play Ball, rush a Girl, he knew how to tie a Necktie, he could rattle the chin music—even when no one was listening—he could chew, smoke, and use a few Big words that didn’t mean anything in Particular, and, what was more to the Point, he could make Some of the Professors think he knew something about his lesson. We will state briefly of her that she was neither blonde nor brunette, nor what the girls call Really Pretty, but she was the Sort of a Girl the Boys all call Fetching. She did not run with the Common Crowd, but to quote Rudyard, was “ ’Sclu- sively” the Pick of the flock. Now, Bobbie’s head was large, some, because he thought he had Her on his String, and it was on the Strength of this Belief that Bobbie had bet the Other fellows a quarter’s worth of two-fers against her accepting any one’s invitation to the Annual Banquet before his Bid had come in. This sounded Big and did not pull him too Hard. This Banquet was Something More, and was always the occasion for an assemblage of the Madding Crowd, for the Purpose of Merriment, and to Eat a Little. Great was the rivalry among the Sports as to who should take Some Girls. So Bobbie sent in his bid along with the other fellows’, and waited Patiently a Favorable reply. But an hour crept away, and no Reply came. Bobbie began to feel Shaky. A whole day passed, and Bobbie commenced to Shuttle his Slim stock of Ready Money. Caesar’s Ghost! what if she had Ditched him for the Other

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QUIPS AND QUIBBLES Page 85 Dreaming I sit and gaze in the fire, In the depths of its ruddy glow, And like the flickering shadows Strange fancies come and go, ’Till there rises up from the embers A spirit in flame all bright, Which seems to hover near me And dazzles me with its light. And again I look about me And the walls have faded away, And I am left with the spirit In a maze of mystic gray. But while I yet am gazing There comes a rift in the gloom, A glory shines around me, And the scent of flowers in bloom Is wafted o’er the plains That stretch so far away, That they seem to have no bounds Save the wall of mystic gray. But the spirit goes before me, And beckons me with his hand, And I must follow after— Obey his least command. And now w T e reach a hill top, And I look on the plain below All alive with thousands of mortals Ever hastening to and fro, As if some lost thing searching. Then I turned me to my guide, My face with wonder glowing; Then spake he thus, and sighed— “This throng that wanders up and down With eager searching glances, Are mortals who in youth, Neglected all the chances That came in varied forms; Now ’tis their awful doom To wander through this valley O’ershadowed each mind with gloom, So that they see no beauty, And know one thing alone— The opportunities let pass, The things they should have done.” The spirit fails to speak— My vision fades away— And I start up from my chair Resolved henceforth each day I shall attempt to grasp Each chance of doing good, To hear on the Great Day “She hath done what e’er she could.” S. T. L., ’02.