He looks the brainy, arty
         type, a mop
Of blondish, curly hair
         and glasses too.
"Shark-belly white" he is,
         to quote himself
And shaped "like a water-
         logged cigar."
George House he's called.
         He is the fellow who
As "Sherry" Whiteside in
         the senior's play
Wreaks havoc from a wheel-
         chair where he sits
And knits a leg he's
         broken in a fall.
He's quite a thespian,
         projects like all
Get out, and having for
         the past two years
Directed all the Ancient
         History
And Archeology societies
Activities at Maine, old
         Georgie is
The man you really ought
         to talk to if
You have a special bone
         to pick. (heh! heh!)
He doesn't much like
         popular music. Ugh!
Has never heard of Kookie,
         no, has not!

He once wrote Edith Stit-
         well an impassioned
Note, his boundless admira-
         tion for
Her art expressed, and likes
         to hear what
e. e. cummings has to say.
         Vertlaekenacht
Is tops with him who plays
         a cello in
The orchestra, and Wagner
         stirs his soul.
George Stillman House is
         anti-censorship
This institution is his
         pettest peeve.
He cheered the lifting of
         the ban that had
Been placed on D. H.
         Lawrence's masterpiece.
A/B. of A. degree from
         Harvard with
An English major is his
         planned goal.
And then? Well somewhere
         there's a lonely, well­
Heeled widow who'd appre-
         ciate a man
Of George's calliber,
         someone who'd keep
Our boy in tea and suka-
         yaki while
He writes bad sonnets,
         mediocre rhymes.