Chatham Hall - Chathamite Yearbook (Chatham, VA)

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THE SING-SONG OF THE SENIOR Not always was the Senior as now we do behold him, but a different animal with four short legs. fScientists called him a Silly Freshman, O Best Beloved., He was grey and he was woolly and his pride was inordinate: he danced on a desk in the middle of Chatham, and he went to the Little God Buell. He went to Buell at six before breakfast, saying, Make me different from all other Fresh- men by five this afternoon. Up jumped Buell from his burrow on Third Dabney and shouted, Go away! fYou cannot truly blame him, O Best Beloved, for Buell was a Turtle and an Arma- dillo, and he snapped when awakened at that hour, and quickly drew in his head and rolled back into a ball.J He was grey and he was woolly and his pride was still inordinate, in fact even more so, for now he was a Sophomore. He danced round a well in the middle of Chatham, and he went to the Middle God Holt. He went to Miss Holt at eight after breakfast, saying, Make me different from all other Sophomoresg make me gracious and wise like a Senior, by five this afternoonf' Up jumped Miss Holt from her seat in the office, and shouted, C-o away!! You haven't the brains to be wise like a Senior, and I am busy with college applications. Run along. He was grey and he was woolly and his pride was most inordinate, for- now he was a Junior, and utterly lawless. ln fact he was termed a Menace to the Community. He danced through the streets of the Town of Chatham, and he went to the Great God Yardley. He went to Mr. Yardley at ten before lunchtime, saying, Make me different from all other Juniors, give me weekends to play like a Seniorg make me popular and wonderfully run after by tive this afternoon! Up jumped Mr. Yardley from his bath in the Rectory and shouted, Yes, I will! The C-od called Council-Yellow-Dog Council-always hungry, dusty in the sunshine, and showed him the Junior. The God said, Council! Wake up, Council! Do you see that Junior dancing in my living-room, swiggling all my Coke? He wants to be popular and very truly run after. He wants to play the game of a Senior. Council, show him how! Up jumped Council-Yellow-Dog Council-and said, What, that cat-rabbit? Off ran Council-Yellow-Dog Council-ran after the Junior. Off went the proud junior on his four little legs like a bunny. That, O Best Beloved, ends the first part of the tale! He ran through the halls and he ran through the classrooms, he ran through the Meadow, he ran round the Riding-ring, he ran round the Circle, and all around the Dining-room, he ran around the Well in the middle of the night-he ran till his proud legs ached. He had to! For always be- hind him came Yellow-Dog Council, and every time he stopped for rest or refreshment, O Best Be- loved, he got reported! So after a time of this bloodthirsty chasing, the Junior got wiser, and wiser, and wiser, and finally Yellow-Dog Council couldn't catch him, and then, O Best Beloved, he was really and truly a Senior. For he had learned where to dance and where not to. And he looked around Chatham, and saw the other animals-Elephant's Children, Crocodiles and Camels, Stamping Butterflies, and Armadillos-and he turned to the Little C-od Buell and the Middle God Holt and the Great C-od Yardley, with Yellow-Dog Council lying at his feet, and he said, This is indeed the place for all animals to become wise, as well as very truly run after, and it is you that make 'em so!

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To MARGARET HABERMEYER O erudile Djinn of Ilie History Books, Of oullines, maps, and chalk, How nobly you'Ue borne llwe evil loolzs anal refrained from agonized cries of Zooks! Knowing Ilia! in ll1c las! analysis Our Wednesday-morning menlal paralysis Kepl us from being on lemlerlmolzs Of lllal sliriekly weekly lalk- Ancl il hardly mallercd wllal we said, Or wllelller or nal we wislled we were dead, As long as we didn'l balk! And now lhal the year's al an end of a sort And we're going our various ways, We've prepared an organized lasl reporl KPCTIIGPS we should call il our las! relorllj A Social Hislory of Fifly-One. We wan! lo llianlz you for all you'Ue done 'Ere we leave you behind lo hllld llwe farl And peruse our Kiplingisll lays. You've helped us keep our heads on our shoulders Anal splil all sorts of llisforical boulders- Nou' lalce lliis bool: and cavorlf