Hamilton Collegiate Institute - Vox Lycei Yearbook (Hamilton, Ontario Canada)

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,.l 'VERSE AND WORSE A FLIRTATION ON THE CAR. I did not even know her name, Nor Where she lived, nor whenee she eame- 'Twas sad, and yet Was I so very mueh to blame That all my heart should start. to Hame, And tlare and fret? 'She was so sweet, so passing fair, With sueh a smile, with sueh an air- What eonld I cl-0? A glance as shy, as dehonair, An eye as bright, a smile as rare, I never knew! And so I smiled at-ross the aisle, And met the merry, Winsome smile She sont so bold: At last she laughed, then after while She eooed aloud in friendly style, I'm free years old! AN UNFORTUNATE PHRASE. He sent her twelve .Taerlueminot roses, All fragrant and blooming and fair, That nestled so sweetly and shyly 'Neath smilax and maiden hair. She sent him a. letter to thank him, On paper just tinted with blue- The flowers are still very fresh, John, YYhen l see them I think of you. She posted her letter that evening, He got it next morning' at ten. She e:in't understand what has ehanged him, For he ealled on her never again. He seized her in the dark :ind kissed her, And for a moment bliss was his: Oh, my! I thoug'ht it was my sister! He eried. She laughed and said, t'It is. T0 A FRIEND. Your eyes are-but l' eannot tell Just What's the eolour of your eyes, I only know therein doth dwell A something that van sympathize, When selfish love would fail to see The depths revealed alone to me. THE ROBIN. A Study. Abstraeted, eontemplative air, A sudden run and hop. A glance inrlifferent round about, Head poised-another hop. A plunge well aimed, a baekward tug, A well-resisted tsquirin, Then ealm indifference as before, But oh, alaek, the worm! HER THANKS. She thanked them all for everything, From Christmas Card to diamond ring, And as her gifts she gaily tlaunted, She told her friends, Just what I wanted. But I who had no eash to blow, Just kissed her 'neath the mistletoe. She blushed a hit, yet never daunted, Repeated low, Just what I wanted. TO ALL THE DOROTHYS, MARGARETS, ETC., WHOM I HAVE TAUG-HT IN THE H. C. I. The a11,g'elst, they say, found a maiden, Flower-erowned in the meadows of May: And they dowered her with 'witehiug splendor That they stole from Nature away. For her smile the warmtll of the suuli,Q'ht, For her voiee the music- of streams, For her faee the eharm of tiowers, For her thought the glory of dreams. The spell of her tender enehantment VVas as dew on gassamer gleams, Her delight in the triumph of living, As the sea when it moeks the sun 's beams. The story, you see, is of angels, And it. may, or may not, he true- But that maid lUi1Il1yf half the wonder Of the good things I wish for you. -K.

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YOU WERE Meredith Thompson- Ilear XVhitney:-You were foolish, in my estimation, in not aeeepting' the posi- tion of Speaker in the House of Connnons. You know a great lleal, :intl speak tiuent- ly-yea, like unto a. fountain. James Ogilyie- Your 11lll'1'f'I lf there was Cl1l11'Cl1 union, woulll the union suit7'l is quite beyond us. Miss Mueller- Answering your inquiry: Do you think I ean ever llo anything with iny yoiee7 Yes, it nlay eonre in hanlly in ease of tire. Miss .lean Batty- Filil' llilmsel, your fllxplleiliioll fO1' the position of Sl'l?1'L Efl1'j' to the Editor of Exvhanges is under consideration. Miss Evelyn Montgomery- lbearest: XYho is this person who is eausing you to lose so niueh of your beauty sleep? Someone nientionell Reid Murray. Yes, your eostuine at the first J, F. F. llanee was startling, to say the least. Fri-ll Jarvis- Fair One: I was overeonie when I heard that you lost Sill pounds in the sunnner tiine. Ililln't they feeil you well? I notieell you lookell 'tall run down. You poor skeleton! YVinn Orr- llearest: Your eartoons are certainly Very clever. NVe have never seen any- thing like theni sinee. Your photo of Stamp as the Old Stanml-By is splen- did. ls that Art. Shaw to his left? Miss Graee Peebles- My rlear Grace: VVe were just niention- ing that E1'11ie's moustache makes us sniile. XYO1l4lQl' if it tickles you, too? R.'S.V.P.vite. James R falias Gliek b Henderson- Dear Jinnnie: NVe have been trying to learn the meaning of t'Gliek for several Weeks. VVhy wo'n't you let us in on the seeret? We won 't tell a soul. l IIINQUHRHNG Boll llazell- Rellflie: No you 4lilln't know hey name when you eallefl on her the other evening? That was sail. Still. she told us after- warlls that she thougglit you were a Cl1Ell'lI1- ing' raseal :intl that you burned her heart. She niust have been thinking' of the color of your thateh, James XVright- llear Jinnnie: I feel that you are entire- ly too young to be ilreaniingr love dreams. Surely. you inay plaee absolute confidence in anything you hear re,Q'armling l7I4lna's feelings towarlls you. Xl'hy, she thinks YOUI' ,lllST-- oh, you know! Mrs. George 1f'raig', nee Kay Martin, wishes to nnnounee that unfortunately she is unable to obtain a iliyoree from her llistinguisheml huslmnll, George Craige, F. O. B. qsales tax extral. HAH eu- ,uagenients eaneellecl. Lloyml Soninierville- Dearest Lloyll: In reply to your several queries, we have at last decided to tell you the frank, unyarnisheil truth. Yes, there is no Santa Claus! Il. S. Thomas. Esq- Dear Tell: A great question has arisen. Why the worried look on tho lio11 on the 1-over? How eome? Kindly oblige. Room Ti- Yes. your class pins are very unique. IVhy the likeness of Spark Plug? Some- one suggests you may be a little mulisli, but we really don 't know. If that is so, how about T-2? Bus Hunter- Shiekl': I have noticed a great fall- ing oif in your work of late. If there isn't a marked improvement immediately, I will see to it that you are forced to attend the next flanee-a' capital punish- ment. Bert Hogarth- No, Bert, don't accept the position as professor in Latin, even if Mr. Freeman advises you to do so.