With eyes of blue And heart so true And chassis so divine, I find so true All said of you Your tinkling voice like mine. I used to have a mother - You remind me so of her. I've often sat and wondered Where you stole that head of fur. Now with your ever promptings, You've set my heart aflame But if you don't quit that cackling, I swear I'll beat out your brains! So here's to you, my sweetheart, To you with your heart divine. Lest we should spend our lives apart, Won't you be my Valentine? Footnote: (Offered for publication by the Engineers. They gave this as a valentine to their "queen", a dame who they say is a cackling scarecrow that drives them nuts with her intrusions in a certain class.) Quoting the Standard Examiner: "And the year's biggest chest full of whittle chips was presented to Virgil "Fashion Plate" James fro coming to school during the depression in an entirely new spring outfit." For shame! James "Fatcomb" Riley sure Is a pudgy piece of lure. A living mint he'd be renowned If lard did raise 10 cents per pound. Glims a popping, pants a flopping, Britched 'twixt toe and knee, Our "Goosequil" Tuck incisors ground And flitted o'er the lea. "Dumb gonnif - proletarian punk" Quoth Ceec to Nick Van Alf, "Your line of dope is awful junk It's rottener than alk." Now Ceec, this runt of ample brew, Was caught with trousers down. In arguing our young Nick had made Him seem a puerile clown. Thot he, I'll triple cross this guy Upon his hip fling he, And thus smole he a smirking smile At the fun he planned to see. Bleats he, this lunk, "If youse nag was drunk Munchin' loco thru the fence, Wouldst tear down this log pole barrier, Give youse beastie not one chence?" Oh, bury me not kindly, Cecil For I howled till I was almost sil, I now know your garrulous geezer Is a heritage - Weber's "Goosequil"! Ope up the booby hatch