Bowdoin Orient . -Bureau à Brunswick ;est Seeuuil-Clu.-.- Mail Question. Table des matières. Tome XIX, n° 9.-13 novembre 1889. La Dernière Valse (poème) 157 157 Notes de la rédaction une leçon de Byron, KiO à travers la brume (poème) Option 102 ou la contrainte ? Une curiosité, 102 163 Explication de la réorganisation de la bibliothèque, . 163 Genius (poème), 105 Delta Kappa Epsilon, 106 107 Convention Foot-Ball Epic (poème), 168 livres, 109, 171 Table Collegii 17 personnels. ! College World, 173 la dernière valse. Sous le charme des musiques mesure gracieuse,une juste part reposant légèrement sur mon bras, alors que sur son visage un radieux

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Bowdoin Orient . -Office at Brunswick ;is Seeuuil-Clu.-.- Mail Matter. CONTENTS. Vol. XIX., No. 9.-November 13, 1889. The Last Waltz (poem) 157 Editorial Notes 157 A Lesson from Byron, KiO Through the Mist (poem) 102 Option or Compulsion ? 102 A Curiosity, 163 Explanation of the Re-arrangement of the Library, . 163 Genius (poem), 105 Delta Kappa Epsilon Convention, 106 Foot-Ball 107 Epic (poem), 168 Book Reviews, 109 Collegii Tabula, 171 Personal 17.! College World, 173 THE LAST WALTZ. Under the spell of musics graceful measure, A fair hand resting lightly on my arm, While on her face a radiant smile of pleasureAdds to her beauty its bewitching charm. Whirling away light as the lightest feather Plucked from the nest well lined with eider-down. Sprightly the little feet which wearied neverTill the last echoes of the waltz had flown. She is by far the best of all the dancers. I sit beside her, pass her smelling salts, When up comes Harry (Isnt this my Lancers?) Excuse me please ! Thus ended my last waltz.. t poetry (notto cast any reflections on its literary style)in the little poem, entitled Practical, whichappeared in our last issue. The unfledgedcollege-boy inflicting himself on the practical, common-sense country-folk is a by no meansuncommon type. Unendurable as he is to hisless-affected fellows, he must be a thousand-fold more so than the hard-handed, hard-minded old farmer who performs his perfunc-tory duties with unshrinking fidelity, norasks aught of the votaries of science. This college student is a much-talked-ofbeing, and even to this enlightened day, sogreat are his absurdities that a cpuite respect-able school of common-sense thinkers unitein condemning college education altogether.So exclusively does he associate with thoseof his own years that he takes on an artificialcoloring that is inconsistent with his age andsex. He is essentially sui generis; news-paper wags have tried to classify him andhave wasted a good deal of cheap printersink for their pains.

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