Wesleyan College - Veterropt Yearbook (Macon, GA)

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Song of the Seniors’ Sittings. For the Annual the pictures Of all Wesleyan ' s lovely daughters Must be taken by the fifteenth, Fifteenth of the month of April. Gladly smiled the artist, Wilson, Smiled to think what this portended. Smiled to know he’d take the pictures — SiuM, “Fll profit by this business.’’ Forth from Wesleyan poured the Seniors, Poured the Seniors to the artist. Kach in cap and gown did hasten To be taken for the Annual. Oh, the fun of taking pictures In so many different postures! But the fun had ceased a little When the crowds began to come in. Crowds of girls with anxious faces Wondering when they could be taken. For the artist’s rooms were crowded, Crowded to their utmost limit. Now before the camera seateil. In her dignity uneqnaled. Sits the President — the fair one, With her golden locks and roses. She would pose as grandest of them. Queenly in her proud position. Very stately was the posture. But the picture failed completely. For the look of stately beauty More resembled tired longing. And her head of fine proportion Was too large, too large entirely. r Then the prettiest girl among them Sat to have her beauty copied. Surely her’s would be a picture To do credit to the Annual. But, alas, that dismal picture! TTow can I with words descril)e it? For her tie was tied so crooked. And her look was dull and stupid.

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Senior Class. (Colors: Lavender and White, Flowkr: White and Lavender Sweet Peas. Motto: Prove all things. Hold fast to that which is good. ' ' President . . . Vice-President . S( c rotary . . . Treasurer . . . Historian . . . Prophet .... Poet Sorgeant-at-Arnis Local Editor . . Officers : Octavia Burden. Laura Smith. Annabel Horn. Male Dell Roberts. Loncs( iIonnin|T. Martha Lewis. Eliza Hill. Tommie White. Myra Stubbs.

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Sext the tiny little Senior Sat her down before the eainera ; Sat with look demure and pleasant, Meant to have her face all l3eainin % 13 eainin with her fun and frolic. But the proof was, oh, so awful ! IxK)ke l like she was tired of livinjr; Tired of having pietnros taken. Next in order to lx taken Was th ‘ tireless, studious Senior. Sh( , with face of pensive musing, Gazed into the space Ixdore her; Thought to look so wise and learned. But tlie proof was disappointing — Showed her with a blank expression, Smile insipid and forbidding. Of the others, I’ll not tell you, Time would fail me, and your patience. As the artist’s patience failed him; Failed him when he could not please them. Sadly homeward went the Seniors, With a look of resignation, Placed their pictures in the Annual, ‘Jiist to fill up space, they murmured. Here you see them as he took them. Not with looks of high ambition. Looks of noble aspiration; But just Senior girls of Wesleyan, As they really are, not would be. Iyra Stubbs. Needles and pins, Needles and pins. When you are Seniors Your trouble begins.