Foreword

Pegasus is a queer old nag, and many of hiswould-be riders find him most unruly. We mount himand are off for a wee nip of Hippocrene. We wanthim to lazy along like a plough horse, while we pluckdaisies, but he insists on demonstrating that, like aHambletonian, he has all of the High School gaits.And when we pass the Queen's carriage, expecting himto step stately and look like a million dollars, the oldplug stumbles and limps, and is classed by all as a casual.So please, please blame the horse—and not therider.

Dedication

To the boys who have found the old War Horsea dangerous animal, have come to cropper in the BigMuss, and are now assigned to bunk fatigue, we offerthese rhymes. Though, they are crippled; and limp,and halt, and stumble at times—yet we trust they may,for all that, break through when General Monotony isentertaining a company of Blue Devils, and for a fewmoments, at least, put to rout serious and somberthoughts.

To the casuals now enjoying hospital hospitalityat Kenilworth (Biltmore) and Oteen (Azalea), thisjumble of rhymes is dedicated.

Pick it up, Buddy, it's a dud.