She
was a dainty Radcliff girl,
And I a Harvard son;
And
at commencement, ’95,
Our courtship was begun.
She
was a flirting Radcliff girl,
And I a crimson son;
And
class day eve, of ’96,
Our sweet courtship was done!
Nov.
14, ‘96
Pub.
in Camb. Press, Nov. 21, ‘96
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