C. L. Baker,  “Faculty Teas”

Not only academic ills 　Concern the harried minds of these Unfortunate, misguided Mills 　Professors; kindly spirits tease 　Their subjects by decrees Just once a year, while others fix 　Severer sentence by degrees: "At home on Sundays, four to six." One person, disregarding bills, 　Has everything she thinks might please The empty students: sandwich fills 　Of chicken, jam, and cottage cheese 　With dates and nuts; she trims the trees, She rakes the paths, tries all the tricks, 　Including advertising she's "At home on Sundays, four to six." The students trudging up the hills— 　(All intellectuals have keys To doors of lofty domiciles)— 　Attach, in time, a chronic wheeze, 　Made worse by hacking cough or sneeze— For once acquired, the habit sticks: 　They go, lest they should all get "D's," "At home on Sundays, four to six."