New Jersey College of Pharmacy - Scarlet Ray Yearbook (Newark, NJ)

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ffhe S'C6,1'lCb'Rd1J s A A MIDNIGHT SONG I heard a song at midnight- Heard its chilling echoes ring, In a shrieking chant of horror, Such as nendish devils sing. All was blackness in my chamber, Save a single softened glow, And I closely sat beside it, Having fear to let it go. So I listened there, near stricken, To the Plutian strains of hell, That kept sounding on my ear-drur W01'se that hunzan words can tell. ns, Oh, what ghastly song at midnight- Wozzld I ever cease to hear, All the nerve destroying hedlam, That was thrown upon my ear. I could stand the shrielzs no longer, So I turned them of with care, For you can't hear whiskey tenors, When there's static in the air! R. W. R. '28. TO A MUSE Oh, weather heaten muse, I call thee hence! How oft' the drowsing hards have used thee, Until thou hanglst in threads upon the fence, Of timeg no more shall they abuse thee. I call thee hence, oh muse, to rest in peace, Thou martyr to the versed cause of men, Who took advantage of your transient ease, To hlot the splurges of each guidless pen. How oft' from Camhriifs shore, some ruthless h Has called on thee to grace his idle verse, Which brings to thee a shackle, cold and hard, To hind thy name to such a wanton curse. Hold thou remembrance of the fairer day, When muses served to urge the ancient rhyme? For if thou could, the shine of rare decay, Might e'en eclipse the verse of modern time. Poor Muse, hut thou art gone, thy gilded road, Let not the pangs of poesy bore thee- The Strophe, Antistrophe and Epode- A-uant! And let the gods alone adore thee. R. W. R. '28, III' 59331301

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'T ffhe Scarlet 'Rag e The famous Sfez'e,' who fook a chance, Mighf well fake Helen fo iz daizee. Yef here the chance is more than fair, For fake my fip, Miss Bozie's ihere. A gen! of very many paris, A gen! of maizy broken hearfs, He wrofe this hook Qfozii hizi lo fnmej. O11 iee fhe serihes engnzre his imnze. fEDITOR'S NOTE-This refers fo Roz1'11m11.j Oh, here is Fezier Qrhynzes with iemierj, Bu! he's noi. In seelusiozz, or delusion, Goa' knows wof. My razor doesn't cut at all. Come, come, replied the wife. Your beard is no tougher than the linoleum I cut with it yesterday. I should think that a night club would be the last place you'd go to, scolded the father. Yes, replied the flapper, uit usually isf, Edith: Tell me, just what sort of a man your fiance is, Marie. Marie: 'KOh, he's ever thin that's nice.', Y S Edith: Fm so glad. You know I've always said that people should marry their opposites. She 610f'Sl7,f like A shady joke. She doesift hike, She r10es1z't smoke, She a'oesn't swear, She izeuer flirts. She d0ES7Z,If' wear, Those shortenerl skirts. She cloeszft dance, Am! goofs in Lluzizis, D071,If mean a thing, She d'0BS7Z,If use, Those heazity sal-ues, But 'LU071,f refuse, To show her valves. You izsk her mzme? Well, thafs iz wow- She's not ci rlizme, She,s just a cow. I Page 1291

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fthe Scarlee aq I W Edna: Now, before we start this ride, I Want you to understand that I do not smoke, drink or flirt. I visit no wayside inns, and I expect to be home by 10 o'clock. Alliano: You're mistaken. Edna: What! You mean that I do any of those things? Alliano: No, I mean about startin for the ridef, 8 Chaperon: You should have the light on in there, children. You'll strain your eyes trying to read in the darkf' Teresa: Lottie: Teresa: Lottie. in our set.' Y Rosanoff : Ricker: l me 1: pn Would you marry a man to reform him What does he do? 'I-Ie drinks. I'd marry him to find out where he gets it. We need him badly DEVOLOUTI ON O. wbcrc' is tba weary spring poet, Who wrote in the days long ago, Of tbe flowers and blab of tba sjirizigtimeg Ob, wbere dial tbis tbimbie brain go? He bas strayed from tbe bounds of bis beauty, From tba' gamboiirzg lambs in tba parks, Ana' is writing the ads for the busirzess, Of Messrs. Hart, Sbaffner and Marx. R. W. R. '28 I hear that Nero had a soldier torn in three pieces. But that Wasn,t giving him an even breakf, Three ways to work your way through college: Wire your father for money. Cable your father for money. Write your father for money. Extracts From Book of College Etiquette: I-IOW TO BECOME TI-IE FACULTY'S FRIEND. Aside from the satisied feeling that will result from good marks there is of course, the simple pleasure of association and intimacy which the college man I:Page131fI