Wesleyan College - Veterropt Yearbook (Macon, GA)

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A Scarlet Letter Like paint upon some harlot ' s face. That carmine ink shrieks my disgrace. Those little lines held up to view. Were given but a bastard ' s due. T ' was you who first began my plight. Assigning us those themes to write. How can you then, without a care. Disown the brat and my despair? So he is awkward, silly, sick. Upon these traits thou should ' st pick. He ' s full of goodness, little scamp. The simple offspring of a scholar ' s tramp. But you. unfeeling, snarling, grim. With thy red pen do punish him. His face now bears that crimson stain That fills his mother ' s heart with pain. Infamous now that red hot glow, As if t ' were writ in blood on snow. It glares upon that pristine page. My literary worth to gauge. Could I but see in softer hue, Of yellow, pink, or baby blue. Your grievous thoughts so well expressed, My heart might then endure the rest. No, the grade’s the thing, all know it well. But yet in peace we two might dwell. If. when you smear your mark this day, The scarlet letter is an A. Christine M. Lopez

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1980 Veterropt DEDICATION The time she has spent among us has probably been the one best experience we have had at Wesleyan. She has taught us to be assertive and to keep our academic schedules straight. Often her hours were long; they seldom ended at 5:00. Her office was the place to go if you had academic or personal problems. We found her to be a very caring person; sincere and honest. But most important of all. we saw a capable, competent ca¬ reer woman, whose feminine qualities were not overshadowed by her tremen¬ dous professional energy and ability or her integrity as a personal friend.