Connecticut College - Koine Yearbook (New London, CT)

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my eyes, else would I not omit the Junior defeat of the Seniors in the game of baseball, the song contest, on the occasion of which all the mates sang out in lusty voices, 'We're feeling awfully peppy and we don't know what to do! Strange as it may seem, 'twas with no thoughts of poor little dog 'Pep that they sang this song. It is time to closethe light is growing dimmer, and it is proper to have done with this reminiscing of an old sailor, who now must seem to thee a mockery of the past. Reader, even if have been telling thee an old mate's tale, if I have summoned up before thee visions of a ship and crew almost unreal and fantastic to theebe satisfied that things like them have had being. Their importance is far from past. E. T., Historian. LINES ON A CERTAIN SENIOR PRIVILEGE Honor Seniors with their arctics flapping free! What a height of dignity descends on you and me. How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the mystic Branford halls, While the underclassmen wrinkle up their noses With a crinkle that bespeaks green Envy's palls! Keeping time, time, time, Like Vic records worth a dime. Tis the flip-flapambulation that so musically sloshes From the slap, slap, slap, slap, flap, flap, flap, From the flapping of the senior's big goloshes. Pity Seniors with their arctics flapping wide, What a world of suffering their dignity must hide! For the snowflakes, soft-de scending, Make deep white drifts, never-ending, Which do enter 'tis heart-rending! In the privacy of arctics flapping wide! Oh, the trickle, trickle, trickle, Of the snowflakes, soft and fickle, That do melt inside of arctics flapping wide! 31

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we won from the crew of the good ship 1920, before mentioned, by a score of three points as opposed to a score of two points, But such gambling with the fates of the game was sure to bring ill fortune, and it was not long ere gloom enshrouded our bark. It was on a day before the Sabbath, too, in a game of sctccer, a sp?rt often favored by our elders, that the crew met with unhappiness. The sorrow and gloom of that day is too griev- ous to relate! : Bu-t the good ship sailed gallantly ahead, filling her sails with e:zzhtlvm:l:. In the first month of Fhe new year all hands gath- ks thegcz: ei a:t a jx;leat supper. Wl?h words of wit and wisdom B a:gti;n a r:l.';,ls;lthe gathermg, bidding them converse r R u:lr:oat:hl e 29105 bef?re alljmembers present and s i the reading of 'The Comedy of the Junior rew, followed by 'The Tragedy of the Junior Crew.' Twas custo i i : L T mary, my child, in those day, for sailors em- arked upon a voyage such as this id i i : : , midway in their course to select a mascot. And it happened i i G . : upon this night of feasting merrymaking that The Good Fairy' w: : e iry' was revealed as the It were i pertinent t o : o thee, reader, to carry thee through all ges of that voyage, but the light ; : i ; : ight is burning low and n: no longer permits me to use m 1 P . . Y':Yelii ong after nightfall as I used : goo : my mind comes a vision of the nj old days. How clearly before 4 3 e night before the half- i o when we were tested in our knowled et forgotten science called Sociolo FW S0 Mia montiT read, assimilated and made gy' S nisht R . a i thirty volumes, stracts of nigh unto twenty or Alas, I a - , m turning from : work as I once did, and T mu an 8 ect but no longer can I did I leave thee? Did I SE iy along. Yes, veswhere L : 1 recount the st the worthy crew of 1920 invited o7 the'luncheda,foHes and entertained us right ro ;le g8 smoord Lier ship and dined the spring, am unabl yaly. Then, in the early months of Bl able to recall the g ained the Senijor Captain and . Cte we in turn enter- three days. f I reme ban : her mates aboard our vessel for festivities T f mber rightly, we called g and he Junior Promenade. d e i Much remains to tell I:;IS A e up, b iy any long- ut they must be mine in private niforgonen o : ready have exhausted 30 B

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e AT LAST Tune: Irene Seniors! We're very few but so impressivel Seniors, not over-bold but yet aggressive Capable, intelligent, and not a bit conceited ! We are simply virtue forty-seven times repeated. Seniorsin gown and dignity resplendent When we are gone In the life of C. C, there will be a dent: Lots of things you try to do won't be worth Then you'll see, you'll agree, What we really meant! That wonderful Nineteen Twenty-O a cent. ne. RPN