Bryn Mawr College - Bryn Mawr Yearbook (Bryn Mawr, PA)

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iHara Antateifr Tune — From The Serenade. Words by Genevieve F. Winterbotham. A queen there lives both rich and great, Her king and courtiers adore her, But by some sad decree of fate, Display and homage bore her. She wants to know what women do, Not be a dressed-up dolly. She wants to get some muscle, too, Which courtiers think folly. She ' s traveled near, she ' s traveled far, In search of true perfection; ' Tis never found save at Bryn Mawr, And there she seeks protection. ®fj? Hfeaat j tmg Tune — He was a Little Tin Soldier. Words by Genevieve F. Winterbotham. She is a sullen Sophomore songster, Mad as a bird can be. She is a mathematic monster, Run on the double rule of three. They call the Freshmen to migrate, Get them a private car. They bully us and bother us, and bore us; Take them away from Bryn Mawr.

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of remonstrance, then the king, with truly manful resignation, begs his wife to dance a last minuet with him before she goes. Accordingly, the scene ends in colored lights and slow music. After the usual difficulties and delays of scene-shifting which beset inexperienced classes, especially in the days of the old stage, the queen, accompanied by two pilgrim guides, appears at Bryn Mawr. Despite her high rank and dignity she soon finds that her lot is the common lot of all Freshmen. The royal road to learning is much obstructed by entrance examinations, English and Latin conditions, Rhetoric Quizzes, Parallel Papers, Proctors and the like. Indeed, the dancing, biological bees are her only solace and reminder of the gaity of sweet France. So it is with no slight joy, that one day hearing the voice of her beloved Louis singing a familiar song, she answers with the second verse and, as he appears, throws herself ecstatically into his arms. Then the class-mates of the queen, attracted by the young courtiers attendant upon his majesty, make themeslves very agreeable. Before the royal pair depart, the Mor- pheus Club entertains them in fitting manner with laughter and sighs and tea. [Curtain, Flowers and Applause from 1903.] MarjoriE S. Canan. Arrljrc a $$tm$ Tune — Tinker ' s Chorus from Robin Hood. Words by Genevieve Winterbotham. We are the archers of the court, Our bows, they are of yew, sir, And be the distance long or short, Our arrows will fly true, sir. With a zip, zip, zing, And a snap of the string, We shoot at the target so, sir. All you stand of the Archer ' s band At the court of Louis Seize, sir.

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Utt J fltUJ Tune — Monte Carlo. Words by Genevieve F. WinTERbotham. We ' re the famous biological bees of the very rarest kind, The very rarest kind, the very rarest kind, To get a scientific mind, Our honey-combs you ' ll have to find With the squinting microscope of laboratory Glwbnm 0tuj Tune — Wonder. Words by HELEN W. Arny. Here, my dear, you see these creatures seemingly ferocious, Do not fear them, list to me; They are most intelligent and decidedly precocious, And as harmless as can be. These two are noted for their honey, These two are really very funny; They ' re the famous biological bees, And please don ' t tease Or alarm these clever little bees. Chorus. Now then you ' ll see just how we feed them, Watch closely, do, One part of sweetest honey-suckle, Two parts of dew, Three parts of choicest morning glory, Mix with some myrrh. Just mention, Pay attention, Just add a little seasoning and serve.