COLLEGE POETRY."Of all the curious things of time,
Cranky metre and cranky rhyme,
Aimless reaching for the sublime,
The worst is college poetry.
Vapid gush of a gushy miss,
Sentiments on a fan and kiss,
Vealy co-ed effusion; this
Is college paper poetry.
Pointless doggerel, misused slang,
Odes to Bacchus with beery tang,
Oh! for a club with which to bang
The author of college poetry."
This is even less palatable than much of the condemned matter, but we judge from its conclusion that it was the first effort of the fighting editor.
However these exceptions are not altogether unjustly taken. Under the worthy leadership of the Argo and Acta we have seen whole armies of our exchanges plunge into the same paths of poetry, which are now worn so bare that the tardy straggler finds nothing to reward his journeyings. The Argo has excelled, as all will agree, in these foreign and exotic forms, and has from time to time published verses highly creditable, but we scarcely dare to whisper our opinion that it has gone beyond the bounds of moderation in restricting its effusions to these peculiar forms, which inevitably fall upon the reader, because only certain turns of idea and expression are possible in them, while the simpler old fashioned straight-away measures allow all themes and all licenses of thought and subject. The majority of appropriate college themes in French metres would find themselves ill at ease when so finely gotten up and would move about in a restrained and over-careful manner. The sad smile of politeness and worn-out gallantry is substituted for substantial good-nature. Appearance is of first importance, little matters the rest.
"F. D. S." has received, we believe, the credit of having been the first writer in college papers of these peculiar forms and he deserves all the praise which has fallen to him, for he has certainly written some of the prettiest bits of this sort which have appeared this side of the Atlantic. His contributions have appeared for years in the columns of the Argo, and the Acta has quickly fallen into step with him, so that now every issue brings its load of rondeaux and ballades. This fall Mr. Sherman has tried the rondel and huitain with more or less success, although now he seems to have reached his rope's end. The following is perhaps the best thing he has put out this year: