A Letter From Home By Wallace Irwin
From the Princess Boo-Lally, at Gumbo Goo, South Sea Islands, to Her Brother, Prince Umbobo, a Sophomore at Yale
"It is spring, my dear Umbobo,On the isle of Gumbo Goo,And your father, King Korobo,And your mother long for you.
"We had missionaries Monday,Much the finest of the year—Our old cook came back last Sunday,And the stews she makes are dear.
"I've the loveliest string of knucklesWhich dear Father gave to me,And a pair of shin-bone bucklesWhich I so wish you could see.
"You remember Mr. Booloo?He is coming over soonWith some friends from Unatulu—We all hope they'll call at noon.
"Mr. Booloo's rather slender,But we'll fix him up with sage,And I think he'll be quite tenderFor a fellow of his age.[Pg 523]
"Genevieve O-loola's marriageWas arranged so very queer—Have you read 'The Bishop's Carriage'?Don't you think it's just too dear?
"I am hoping next vacationI may visit you a while.In this out-of-way locationIt's so hard to know the style.
"Will you try and match the sampleI enclose—be sure it's green.Get three yards—that will be ample.Velvet, mind, not velveteen.
"Gentle mother worries badly,And she thinks it is a shameThat a man like Dr. HadleyLets you play that football game.
"For the way they hurt each otherSeems so barbarously rude—No, you've not been raised, dear brother,To do anything so crude.
"And those horrid meals at college—Not what you're accustomed to.It is hard, this quest for knowledge,But be brave."Your sister, Boo."
"P.S.—"If it's not too great a botherAnd a mental overtax,Would you send your poor old father,C.O.D., a battle-axe?"
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