Class of 1922
Give her any flashing thing
That could please a child at play--
Some small passion fit to fling,
In a little while away.
Give her tears or give her mirth--
Mirth that passes, tears that dry--
Something that is all of earth,
Something that is cheap to buy.
Never think that she would guess
If your gift had been more dear,
Never give her tenderness
Worthy to be kept a year.
And last but not least Judge number 3: