When daisies pied and violets blue
And lady-smocks all silver white
And cuckoo buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight . . .
Then, as all the world knows, the girls of Vassar College, Poughkeepsie, N. Y., hold the ceremony of the Daisy Chain. The rotogravure sections of metropolitan papers contain, during that week in June, immense flowery serpents of braided daisies. In hamlets, in far cities, in spacious houses on country roads, friends and relatives of Vassar sophomores seize upon the papers, push eager forefingers along the Daisy Chain, from...
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