New England Conservatory of Music - Neume Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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WHO CARES — WE ' RE THROUGH By Alice Duckworth (Dedicated to our long suffering seniors) We came to school at dawn ' s early light With faces befogged and eyes not too bright We ' d been cramming and bulling and creating a stew. But who cares — my dears — As seniors — we ' re through. We stopped at the Gainsy for a cig and a colie That is — If pater had sent us a check and we all weren ' t too broke. Then off to our 9 o ' clock ' s at half past the hour To thrill our dear profs with our lack of mental power. We practiced here and we practiced there We heard seniors curse and juniors swear The underclass groaned, they felt so blue But who cares — my dears As seniors — we ' re through. We felt the long arm of World War II In our heatless rooms and our fingers so blue We crusaded for heat — so they turned out the light And our coal pile in the rear was the new campus site. We sincerely tried to do our best But the hours were long and there was no rest So now that it ' s over We ' re happy and yet blue But who cares? Why no one does As seniors — we ' re through! AFTER WILLIE S. Friends, Teachers, Classmates lend me your ears; I come to bury the past, not to praise it. The evil class does lives after it. The good is oft Intured with their bills So let It be with us. Our noble profs Have said we seemed ambitious If it were so, It was a splendid gift And splendidly today we are rewarded. Is this a degree which i see before me? It ' s ribbon In my hand. Come let me clutch thee I have thee not and yet I know I will. Art thou not, lovely vision sent to me To be my own today? Or art thou but That ideal of my mind, that fair creation Long cherished in my study (?) worked brain? Class notes, sweet friends, let me stir you not To any sudden show of sympathy! They that have signed our rank cards were generous And so were they all — wise and generous And now our hour has come — our parting hour For every thought of the future, that should move The least of us to greater, stronger effort! Classmates, this Is goodbye! Take each what course thou wilt! BALLAD TO THE SEA I heard the mighty ocean roar. While standing on the lonely shore. The eternal sound of Neptune ' s child. Restless, boundless, mighty, wild. As there I gazed with magic wonder, I felt a presence with a voice like thunder. The very spirit of the sea, Had left its home to walk with me. And now when in my heart I hear, That roaring echo strong and clear. My heart is still with wonder filled. Like waves which never can be stilled. Barbara Pattison Men may come and men may go But Life goes on forever To thine own self be true By Alice Duckworth — 21 —

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BETTY RUTH SMITH President CATHERINE AMEER Vice President BETTY KAY Recording Secretary JANET HAYES ' Treasurer ROBERT SMITH — ANDREW LITELL BETTY RUTH SMITH President TAKOUHI CHORBAJIAN Vice President GEORGETTE BERUBE Corresponding Secretary BESSIE ROUVALIS Treasurer VINCENZA PEPE Recording Secretary NANCY TRICKEY Student Council Representative — 23 —