1912–13 Volume 37 No 1–5 - Phi Delta Theta Scroll Archive

216 THE SCROLLwelcomed 'The Daughter of the Phi Delta Theta," Mrs. MaryFrench Field Englar, and her two sturdy sons, was the most intimate,the most feeling time of all. No Phi but loves Eugene Fieldand loves his daughter and his grandsons. When Miss Field—wecannot get used to "Mrs. Englar"—read "Little Boy Blue" wethought of our "little Boy Blues" at home and our eyes filled up,our hearts full of love and longing for those of whom our poetwrote so pathetically.THE LIMITATIONS OF YOUTH*I'd hke to be a cowboy an' ride a firey bossWay out into the big an' boundless West;I'd kill the bears an' catamounts an' wolves I come across,An' I'd pluck the bal' head eagle from his nest!With my pistols at my side,I would roam the prarers wide, ,An' to scalp the savage Injun in his wigwam would I ride—If I darst; but I darsen't!I'd like to go to Afriky an' hunt the lions there,An' the biggest ollyfunts you ever saw!I would track the fierce gorilla to his equatorial lair.An' beard the cannybuU that eats folks raw !I'd chase the pizen snakesAn' the 'pottimus that makesHis nest down at the bottom of unfathomable lakes—If I darst; but I darsen't!I would I were a pirut to sail the ocean blue.With a big black flag aflyin' overhead;I would scour the bollowy main with my gallant pirut crewAn' dye the sea a gouty, gory red!With my cutlass in my handOn the quarterdeck I'd standAnd to deeds of heroism I'd incite my pirut band—If I darst; but I darsen't!And, if I darst, I'd lick my pa for the times that he's licked me!I'd lick my brother an' my teacher, too!I'd lick the fellers that call round on sister after tea,An' I'd keep on lickin' folks till I got through!You bet! I'd run awayFrom my lessons to my play.An' I shoo the hens, an' tease the cat, an' kiss the girls all day—If I darst; but I darsen't!LITTLE BOY BLUEThe little toy dog is covered with dust,But sturdy and staunch he stands;And the little toy soldier is red with rust.And his musket moulds in his hands.Time was when the little toy dog was new,And the soldier was passing fair;And that was the time when our Little Boy BlueKissed them and put them there.•Copyright by Charles Scribner's Sons; reprinted with permission.