A Junior's Lament
Where? Oh, where, is that old class?
They're gone, they're gone, alas, alas!
Once m,ore they waken in my breast
The thoughts of school, of thoughts the best.
Once more I hear and see and trace
That happy bunch, also each face,
Father: Blanche, how do you account for the rapid
changes taking place in such a few years in the ball room?
Blanche: Why, father?
Father: Because, my child, ,vhen your mother and
I ,'were young all the ladies used to dre~s up to go...