Hunter College - Wistarion Yearbook (New York, NY)

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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

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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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h The Classical Banquet HE day of days, the event of the year-the Classical A Banquet, which celebrates the birth of the classical course, took place on November 5th, at two thirty, in the gymnasium. On that day a distinctly classical atmosphere pervaded the college. On that day she blossomed forth in gold and white. All the members of the Academic Senior Class wore white waists, yellow ribbons, and crysanthemums. The effect was like a burst of sunshine as the grave and dignified seniors passed slowly to their accustomed seats in chapel. The morning exercises were ably designed and car- ried out by our Queen of Hearts, the senior president, Miss Adelaide Gould, of AC5. The program was as follows: 1 ESSAY ON THE VALUE OF A DEGREE-Miss OBERMEIER CC5 2 'PIANO SOLO ...... Miss MULVIHILL, AC5 3 'QUoTAT1oNs . .. AC5, BC5, cos, DC5, EC5 4 VIOLIN SOLO . . . . Miss HERZOG, AC5 5 SHORT ADDRESS ...... PRESIDENT HUNTER The president's address was in his usual strain-en- couraging and uplifting in its character. He urged us to earnest effort and high ideals. Theregular class work was passed over lightly, the H work ' being mainly on the part of the instructor who strove in vain to gain and hold the attention. Something seemed hovering in the airg the students wore a look of abstraction, the periods were interminable. - At last, however, the time arrived, the event for which we had been planning so long. It has been customary for some years to celebrate this occasion by giving a banquet. In former years the only guests were the professors, but this year there was an in- 1l0V2Vf1O11, 111 .so far as by a unanimous sentiment, the en- tire staff of instructors were included, as were also the 96