Columbia University Teachers College - Tower Yearbook (New York, NY)

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You know Fannie Morton Pk v: :r She has her hair frizzed 9: a: x And wears a black apron as wk is And jangles a bunch of keys bm: vu: an: And everything. bs: ba: PF She's a good manager. va: PF as: And bosses the maids Pk 2: vo: And the Dean Pk a: as: And dips the lights at his receptions 9: PF fn: Or Whatever it is lk uv: -0: They do FF FF x: To tell the people to go home. as: 2: lk And at big dances 1: 1: wo: She stands at the door bo: w: nf And says Tickets please ! 4: iz: me And none go in Pk as: 4- . Without a card. 1: wr: 1: She guards the money jar 4: 1: if That stands by the milk chocolate Y: 11: 4: In the R. O. Room ik A: 4: Page One-Hzzvzdred-rifty-seven And says it's a temptation .:, .:, ,., 4. 4: 4, And we think so too. PF PF zz: And she can move the piano Pk PF PF And play the victrola Pk PF DF Or whatever it is they danc Z: Pk ax: In the kindergarten room. Pk Dk 2: And she has college spirit, FK DF PF She was in the festival, 9: x: PK You should have seen her Pk A: FF March those boys around. 4: Pk PK We used to call her Fanny un: v: wc: But now she's Miss Morton 3: is ao: But anyway 1: if 4: She's a nice person 1: ik 1: And we like her x: if x And we don't know 4: ws: aa: How old T. C- as: Pk v: Would get along A: we: wr: Without her. 1: 4: 4 eto

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TUNE: Harrigan That's Me F-R-E-S-H-M-A-N spells Freshman T That's the class that everybody knows here, That's the class that everybody holds dear, F-R-E-S-H-M-A-N you see, It's a class with a name That will ever have fame, Nineteen nineteen! TUNE: Mandalay Now hear us say We're on our way To get a B. S. or a Ph. D. The Sophomores are hard on us And the Seniors frown on play. But every lass in the Junior class Will help us on our way. So here's to you Our sister class We'll stand by you alway. TUNE : Hello 'Frisco Hello Sophomores, hello, Hello Sophomores, hello, Don't keep us working, lt's aggravating, Don't make us hurry Sophomores, we're not slow. Eighteen ! now can you hear? You know, we love you, dears, Your voice is always ringing in our earsg When we look around, you, seem too near, Sophomores, why don't you let us all alone? f Page One-Hundred-fifty-nine