To the Editors of the CRIMSON:

Cassandra tied her ribbon bow

And shined her sharptoed, spike-heeled shoe,

Daintily rouged her delicate lips

And thought "Shall I stay until one or two?"

She donned an earring, thought "Perhaps

I'll stay until I see the sun

Come up: Perhaps I'll stay all night--

But no! I'll just sign out till one".

Scarce had she set her pen to sign

"Cassandra Smith, c/o Badman, phone

University 4-8584"

When she heard her date in anxious tone:

"Cassandra, won't you stay till dawn?"

"Ah, no," said she, "For, once begun,

A moment's wicked carelessness

Will never stop unless stopped at one."

"A rather small party," he told her, as

They entered his utterly barren place,

Barren of noise and people too,

And a lustful smile suffused his face.

"Have some Madeira, m'dear," he said,

"The evening has only half begun."

She cried "We must not dally here!

"Tis seven, and I must be back at one."

The evening pressed on, and so did he,

But his argument weakened at rapid rate,

For the later it got, the more she was right

In saying "It's diable to keep me too late."

So at half-past twelve she rose to go,

And he said "But, Cassandra, you may think it's fun!"

She repulsed him, secure in her purity and

The thought that she had to be in by one.

So she went to her virginal pillow in peace,

And awoke the next morning to find by her side

A note, to a bunch of white roses attached,

Saying "Cassie, my dear, will you please be my bride?

For a man must take pleasure wherever he can,

But in choosing the mother of his son,

He wants a woman faithful and strong

And bound and determined to be in by one."

Envol:

And so, whatever may be the rules,

From all those things you might have done,

You can save yourself (and get married too!)

If you always remember to sign out till one. Marian Henriquez '63