LINES ON THE NEW AND OLD BOSTON HOSTELRIES
We wondered where they'd hold them now
The lovely brawls of autumn;
You know the big pre-football row
Where chorus girls blackbottom.
AND LINES WRITTEN IN DISILLUSION
And now we know they've all pitched in
To make our merry-merry.
So he who's not as rich as sin
May well do hari-kari.