26
THE BATTALION.
The woods are dark with shade and bloom,
The beauty that we knew;
And tho’ all else has lost heaven’s smile,
I cannot change for you.
Like rippling waters pass my days,
Old friends may slip from view.
But in that glorious after-life
I shall not change for you.
—The Wake Forest Student (R. A. L.)
A Kansas farmer who could not get harvest hands put
this notice upon his fence:
“Harvest hands wanted. Hired girl pretty and
genial. Cabinet organ music in the evening. Pie three
times a day. Three spoonsfuls of sugar with every cup- j
ful of coffee. Hammocks, feather beds, or leather divans
at your option for sleeping. Rising hour, nine o’clock in
morning. Three hours’ rest at noon. Come one, come I
all. ’ ’—Exch ange.
Rogers: “Professor, I don’t see any more sense in
that equation than that two is equal to one.”
Prof: “It is absurd of course, but we have some quite
good authority that two is equal to one.”
“What is life? ’Tis e’er to be ready for Eternity;
Laboring here in faith and love,