. Mary Baldwin Seminary Bluestocking 1903 . did in days of yore. If a draught from Lethes watersCould but cause me to forget. Then would cease my useless my constant, vain regret. Still my heart with anxious longing Is remembering the the tears that start unbidden, I must cover with a smile. Blanche Adair. M. B. S. Bows. There are bows on her dresses, and bows on her hats, There are bows on her shoes and her hair;For bows must find place in the ribbon and lace Of this bow-loving maiden so fair. There are pink bows and blue—every size, every are black bows, and w
. Mary Baldwin Seminary Bluestocking 1903 . did in days of yore. If a draught from Lethes watersCould but cause me to forget. Then would cease my useless my constant, vain regret. Still my heart with anxious longing Is remembering the the tears that start unbidden, I must cover with a smile. Blanche Adair. M. B. S. Bows. There are bows on her dresses, and bows on her hats, There are bows on her shoes and her hair;For bows must find place in the ribbon and lace Of this bow-loving maiden so fair. There are pink bows and blue—every size, every are black bows, and white for soirees ; Bows, bows, always bows, from her head to her toes,Thus surrounded as if in a maze. Beau ideal, too, you may find on her wall; And since I have entered the plot,Tis sad to relate, by the hand of stern fate, That too often we find the beau (k)not. Yet alack and alas! with all her fine bows, Tis a sorrowful thing I she pines and she sighs with beseeching young eyes, Yet the beau of her choice is not C>.UC«Ujr 03
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