Barnard College - Mortarboard Yearbook (New York, NY)

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The Launching You come from all around, from far and near, To see the launching of our gallant ship ; She ' s had a most precarious career: Her builders have rotated at the grip ; At times she ' s seemed to us a heavy hulk, Useful, perhaps, but not an ornament; Her exchequer has never had much bulk, The little we could get was quickly spent; The high contracting parties have complained That this was puerile, or that bad art. But still the work went on, and we maintained A sly and uncommunicative part. And now you come with eager, hurrying feet, To view her as she creaks upon the ways, And we stand by with modesty discreet, Fearful of censure or faint-hearted praise. You seem to trust us so implicitly ; The lump of terror thickens in our throat. She plunges down into publicity — And we present the Barnard Motor Boat.

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Hail and Farewell Unresistingly the Hudson flowed to meet the ebbing tide, While the twilight, ling ring fondly, cast its glow o ' er Morningside ; Dewy-cool, our open campus caught the last rays of the sun, And the Dial, proudly mournful, mar ed the hours, one by one. Meanwhile, drifting slowly from us, unresisting, li e the tide, Nineteen Fifteen, our sisters, steered their courses from our side. Midst our academic terrors, friendlier feelings were forgot, And the choicest gift of College vanished, while we new it not. 1 1 1 1 In Barnard ' s halls the days are short, and laughter rings out free; Nineteen Sixteen are Seniors now, and jolly Juniors, we. Old Time ' s inexorable change o ' erta es the Red and Green; Alone their friendship alters not: — Good luc to you, Fifteen.

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