Hunter College - Wistarion Yearbook (New York, NY)

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v WWE 525. ,4.b-1 .QF 5 25025 D' U' 2-lui-402 a.H'6jC'g. 5:-154 2' 29. U7 me-r 2- .22 2 .-f U2 -- ea U: QQ ' ch 'U u l KING, justice will now be done. MER. fto Kayj. What is a panic ? KAY Qcoughs violently, hesitatesj. I cannot answer, for I have a cold. MER. Bring paper. This shall be a written test. fPage brings paper.j KAY. My fountain pen is dry. Mi-LR. Here is a pencil. KAY. The pencil has no point. IVAN. Give it me. I'll sharpen it. CI-Ie sharpens it with his sword and hands it back with a bow.J MER. Here are the examination papers. lIvan. writes rapidly. Kay chews his pencil, Dead silence for a. minute. ' King rings the bell.j KING. Lay down your pencils. Q ' MER. Give in your papers. ' . - Sir Kay's is blank. The stranger knight has A. KAY. My lord, I was so nervous. I never do myself justice on examination, and as for him, he had a pony. IVAN Wilt back that statement with thy life ? KAY. My life and honor do I stake upon it. IVAN. Here in the presence of the king and court i To mortal combat I do challenge thee. tHe throws down a gloVe.b KAY Cpicking it upj. Arm for the fray. When thou liest Weltring in thy blood, thou'lt rue' the day CKnights range themselves behind the championsj IVAN. Name the day. KAY. To-morrow morn at nine IVAN. 'Tis well. IvAN's KNIGHTS Qdrawing swordsj. For truth and the Expelled Knight! KAY'sKNIGHTs. AKay! AVKay! U ALL. For the love of the ladies, the king, and the right! Hurray l Hurray ! Hurray ! CURTAIN. 94

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KING A. No man may monopolize all the time. We cannot listen to you enlarge upon the beauties of Nature. I will not have any one speak more than two hours at a time. In brief, you met the Questioning I-Iippogriff, passed his examination, and slew him. Is that so ? KAY. Yes, sir king. K KING A. A noble deed. It deserves special commendation. How can I reward you ? KAY. Give me the hand of Rowena. I am interested in palmistry. A KING A. Give thy hand, sweet maid. CI-Ie takes her hand.j None but the brave deserve the fair. Thy hand, Sir Kay. I QEnter Ivan. disguisedj IVAN. Forbear! V . QAII turn. Kay retreatsl KAY fin terrorb. Can it be he! , KING A. Who bids us to desist? IVAN. I have no name but the Expelled Knight. fTurning to Kayj: He lies, sir king, he lies! KAY fsmilingj, The man is mad, my lord. The deed was mine. KING. No deed was mentioned. We will hear this out. Have a care, young man. Be not too puffed up With pride. Remember, pray, conceit is oft The first beginning of insanity. IVAN. Caitiff, you did not slay the Hippogriff. By fraud you took his head. Dare you deny't ? KAY. I do dare deny it. I did do the deed. IVAN. Prove it. KAY. Here I hold the head. fCourtiers nod approvin g1y.f K IVAN. That is but circumstantial evidence. Before you fought and slew the I-Iippogriff You must have answered quite correctly all His questions. Did you this? KAY. I did do it. IVAN. You lie again, poltroon, for it was I. I slew the I-Iippogriff. You stole the head. You claim the fruits of my hard won victory. I MER. My Lord, this dispute can soon be settled, for I hold in my possession the questions Weird and Wild. Both these knights claim to have answered them. If they have done it once they can do it again. With your permission, I'll examine them. KING. Excellent ! I COURT. Excellent ! ' 93

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Songs from the Knight and the Hippogriffn Tune, Tommy Atkins. ' I. E take him from the palace or the hut, And we break him into study and to drill. He understands his hours can't be cut, So he works away at lessons with a will. Most conscientious students are we all, As straight as pointers really ought to be, We never fail at quiz, Each student is a wiz, So we're just too bright for anything, you see- II. We know the trouble you are in and so We've come and think that with our efforts joint, We can help and tell you all you want to know, And ease your minds of worry-see the point? Search all the wide World through, and you'1l find Superiors We've none, and but one peer, Oh, that's Abnormal College Where they cram such lots of knowledge, So they're just as bright as we are-Ain't it queer ? , CHORUS Oh, discipline's our motto, And our watchword and our song, We all do what we ought to, And we never can go wrong. We never use a pony, For we get along on feet, For we are the Best Pointers, And you'11 find we can't be beat. . Tune, L' Yankee Doodle. ET your hat and come along, Don't be in a flurry, ' Let the weak assist the strong, We are in a hurry. Oh, my gracious, what a-fuss! Such a dreadful bustle. We can never catch the 'bus, Oh, get your things and hustle. Tune, ' The lnnoeent Maid. HERE are many kinds of bread, King Arthur's often said, And butter is too often , Oleomargarine. But there can be no question, You won't have indigestion, If you eat good bread and butter, With some meat between. Tune, tt The Ptccamlnniesf' I-IEN the black clouds gather, I And the good folks are in bed, When the night begins, when the night begins, just look out for the naughty little goblins in red, ' Oh, the goblins, naughty goblins- A-brandishing their pitch-forks and a waving of their tails Listen while we Weave our spell, Gobble, gobble, gobble-well- Listen just a minute, and you'1l hear some awful wails, Fair is foul, and foul is fair, Fair is foul-, and foul is fair, Beware our nails ! ! ! 1 CHORUS-Gobble, gobble, gobble, etc. Tune, When Johnny Comes Marching Home. O here's to the class of 1901-hurrah, hurrah, And here's to the glorious work we've done, hurrah, hurrah, There never will be a class like us, Now don't get mad and make a fuss, Here's three cheers more For the class of Igor. 95 4 i 1 A