SEBIO-COMIC VEKSE. 643 



By College beer, 

 The murderous maiden, 

 Mistake, walks laden 

 With tips forgotten and slips so queer. 



How, like a spider, 

 She still spreads wider, 

 O'er bookwork, rider, 



And problem too, 

 Her flimsy curtain 

 Of terms uncertain, 

 Till all seems dirt in . 



The marker's view. 

 For if Cram were not, 

 Which markers spare not, 

 Wise men would care not 



To pluck too soon, 

 Seeing all life's season 

 Of budding 1 reason 

 Finds good stiff work for a wooden spoon. 



As Tait sat joking, 



And marked while smoking, 



Still slyly poking 



Where jests might hit, 

 She came, soft-gliding, 

 Her false face hiding, 

 Rich food providing 



For Tait's sharp wit. 

 Through symbols tangled, 

 The Wranglers wrangled 

 Like sweet bells jangled 



And out of tune. 

 For though their music 

 Would soon make you sick 

 The tides they measure and guide the moon. 



1 v.r. opening. 



