The Outing of the Lookout Committee.

To Forest Park the young folks went

All on a summer's even,

The day in labor had been spent,

The night to pleasure given.

A winsome, happy lot were they,

They came for pleasure and for play.

The boys their prowess for to show

Engaged the girls' attention,

in "hop-skip-jump" and ''handspring," too,

They all earned "favored mention."

To Stockholm, no doubt, some will go

Olympic heroes -- don't you know.

Now luncheon was the order next,

And all did ample justice,

Without a sign or a pretext

Of deference for their "Custos."

The dainties which the girls had brought

With glutton eagerness were sought.

The luncheon o'er, all to the shore

Repaired in great confusion 

To get a boat in which to float, --

Indeed, 'twas no illusion!

For there the lake lay smooth and bland,

To ride upon it -- O how grand!

Soon were they launched upon the deep,

And, oh, the joy it yielded!

Their light barks glided at the sweep

Of oars so manly wielded.

With song and mirth the time went by 

"Too quickly," heard we some one sigh.

The moon shone down serene and calm

Upon the group delighted;

It acted fairly as a balm

To hearts whose hopes were blighted.

The zephyrs played so gently, too,

Indeed, there was no chance to rue.

But time has fled -- ''pull for the shore,"

The captain's voice obeying,

"We cannot stay to listen more 

To what the waves are saying,

But homeward bound we must be found

Before the last car makes its round."

And so the outing forthwith ends,

And likewise this our ditty,

But thanks are due to these our friends

Of the Lookout Committee

For pleasures pure and unalloyed,

By us so richly thus enjoyed.