THE DEAR DEAD DAYS

I am a man of many loves,

They all are pleasing quite;

I'll sing to you of some of them,

Or, rather, I will write.

I love to bet at Beacon Park,

And likewise at the Clyde.

I love to wear a beaver bell,

Pearl pins, expensive fobs,

Coats a la cover, collars high,

And canes with silver knobs.

I love to hurl the dollar chip.

I love what's on that shelf.

'Tis Absinthe (yum); but most of all

I love my mighty self.

From the Daily Crimson of Feb. 17, 1883