The social swim! You know the rules— A race for fortunes, flirts and fools; For men who mock and maids who tease, And where, at last, the least of these May gain the prize and win the pools. The game is taught in many schools Where fashion finds too willing tools, And folly swears that fate decrees The social swim. Don't cool your heels in vestibules And think you 're "in"; the wooden stools Of humble hearths, the pipes and cheese Of comradeship, will better please; Who knows it best most ridicules The social swim. |