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

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And forever and forever, As long as men come and go, Must those who would linger longer Leave when he tells them so. The watchman, thus careful and cautious, Looks about for us all, Wlzen we try to avoid and evade him In the darkness of lflfhittler Hall. 'INSIDE- QIIMQII!!! X W , V 'lil -fi, f v E, 4' l l an ll l .N .x.Q, ' at l lll f IM lf O O Inlun l l k 4, ., x - oursms- l TUO POINT5 or vbE.w Page On-e-Htmdred-seventy

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Page One-Hundred THE WATCHMAN They stood in the center one evening As the lights were dipping the hour, And the watchman rose from his armchair l With expression, severe and sour. He saw the youth's eyes sparkle As into the girl's he gazed- But the watchman never falteredj Nor did he seem amazed. And soft near the stately pillars QNO thought of approaching foej The waiting couple whispered In accents hushed, and low. They talked. But the words unspokenj The light in each other's eyesg The lingering clasp of the handshakeg M eant more, as you may surmise. As steadily, wrathfully toward theinn, Came the watchful guard, They had no thought of others, N 0 person their rapture marred. Now often, O, how often In the weeks that had gone by Had the watchman seen such a tableau- Heard other lovers sigh. How often, O, how often, He surprised such youthful pairs,' Disturbed their 'passioned nothingsj Had caught them unawares. But now his expresssion changes, His wrath and anger subside, N 0 more his dark eyes glower, With impending homicide. He forgives the innocent lovers, Enjoying a thing new-found, And leads them, penitent, downward To a corner of the old Fish Pond. -sixty-nine

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THE FISH POND Oh that little old fish pond Oh that little old fish pond Oh that little old fish pond where wait the men. It is limited and small But thus far it holds them all Oh that little old fish pond in VVhittier Hall. WHAT WE'RE THINKING Graduate students what we're thinking, Coming down to old T. C. For to work your heads and heels off just to get a Ph. D. Juniors, juniors while you're prinking Don't forget that choice degree Or your heart will sure be sinking If you don't get more than D. Sophomores, Sophomores we've been thinking What a sad place this will be, If you keep the Freshmen bumping Humping, bumping as you be. Freshmen, Freshmen we've been thinking What a iine place this will be If you keep the pep you've got now Till you get to where We be. Page One-Huw-zdred-seventy-one 7