I 'm sixteen, and not such a fool.
But I hope you won't mention that "Parker's,"
Or talk about wine and cigars,
For mamma said your friends were all "larkers,"
And is going to lock up papa's.
Of initiations and hazing don't speak;
Brother Harry, you know, is so small
He can't go (they said so last week).
Come and talk to papa at our ball!
You write you are "grinding" at college,
Acting, reading, and playing foot-ball.
I 'm sure you will pick up some knowledge
If you practise your fool in our hall,
Where we all daily practise "the Boston"
On a floor which is smoother than glass;
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