THE BOOK OF THE CLASS OF NINETEEN-ELEVEN _

 

 

 

I'll tell the tale, though I find it hard,
Of your class-mate and friend and Hyena
And the lady who, in the eyes of the bard,
Is nothing but just Raina.

She has not lost her manifold charms,

She’s renowned from Beersheba to Dan;
And the worst of it is, I’m up in Arms,

For she’s found another Man.

Marion Sturces Scort.