Emerson College - Emersonian Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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THE EMERSONIAN 27 SENIOR CLASS PLAY “SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER” By Oliver Goldsmith The presentation of Goldsmith’s “She Stoops To Conquer” by the Senior class on Thursday evening, January 25, in Huntington Cham- bers’ Hall marked the fourteenth annual production of Old English Comedy. Produced, as it was, under the direction of Professor Tripp, the play was most artistically presented to an unusually large audience, showing that enthusiasm for old English comedy has not waned, and that its revival is a welcome innovation. The Cast of Characters: Squire Hardcastle ..... Mrs. Hardcastle ...... Tony Lumpkin ...... Kate Hardcastle ..... Constance Neville ..... Slang ....... Mat Muggins ...... Amenadab ...... Stingo, landlord ...... Young Marlow ...... George Hastings ..... Diggory Dick 1 J Roger Thomas Servants to Hardcastle Maid . Jeremy Sir Charles Marlow Veronica Dickey Ruth Potter Marian Braly Martha B. Freed J. Rica Grant . Ruth D. Walch Gladys Fernandez Maree Hillyer Eugenia Terwilliger Mary Emily Reid Ruth Bassette Alice Teague [ ' Dorothy Caswell Frances Hueston [ Mary Walsh Mary Walsh Eugenia Terwilliger Frances Hueston Out of these days of laughter and play — The days of our strong young growing, Soon— ah, soon — we’ll be drifting away, — Bitter-sweet is our going ! Oh you we have tried and found so true, Pals of these years, out yonder, In success and strife we will dream of you, — Will you think of us, and wonder? M. F. D., ’23.

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26 THE EMERSONIAN When will we meet Jim’s smile, when we Would elevate or sub? When play again with George’s cat Or join chapel hubbub? How can we do these things, and still Be jobbing? — there’s the rub! The time has come to talk good-byes, And trunks and trips at last For oh ! the day of play has went — - At least is going fast! But with us, always, you will stay, Dear memories — of the past. M. F. D., ’23. Bon voyage, Seniors. Take with you our love; Hold aspiration high; you cannot fail; And as you lead we follow close behind, Proud to have called you friends but for a while In this, our Spring of Life. And faith leaps strong That some day in the Book of Time we’ll read Your deeds in gold upon the fairest page. The sands run fast — time here is short — Adieu ! A. N. D., ’24.

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28 THE EMERSONIAN THE PILGRIM’S PROGRESS Once upon a time, numerous moons ago, there lived a Pilgrim. Now this Pilgrim was a strange personage of drab appearance and unre- nown — “a violet by a mossy stone.” To him duration was composed of three hearty meals a day and rest a-plenty. Little did he dream of the great adventure which would be his when one luminous morning he set forth with a brave heart and serene spirit for an unfamiliar land and a new existence. He had seen the light and could rest no more until he answered its call and satisfied his soul which was craving for higher learning and the evolution of expression. Thus it happened that on the twentieth day of September, in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred and nineteen, the Pilgrim reached his destination with a great hope of future happiness — and an empty stomach. What mattered that? He was at last in Boston — the land of opportunity — safely launched toward his eminent career. A most fortunate being he was, for this year marked the beginning of a novel proceeding. The grave elders called it “dormitory” and it was here that the Pilgrim began to acquire knowledge. He learned many things that first year and numerous were the activities into which he entered but the greatest of these was his mighty tribute to Father Chaucer. The first milestone loomed into sight and his drab appearance had changed to beautiful green. The days dragged on, as days will and as the snake sheds his skin and the canary enters his molting season so did the Pilgrim slowly but surely turn from a light green to a pale yellow. It was not a pretty color, but at least it was not green, and, even that sturdy philosopher Kenney must admit there was now hope, even though it be the faintest ray, toward a future for the Pilgrim. With this encouraging thought to spur him on, he saw, beheld and passed the second great milestone which brought much joy and rejoicing to his hungry soul. The third year was one of glory, and again our Pilgrim changed. He was indeed worthy of notice in his garb of lavender, and the wise Elders bestowed upon him a new name, far more worthy than that of Freshman or Sophomore, and full of significance — Junior. It was at this time that philosopher Tripp deemed fit to smile upon the Pilgrim and he gave thanks for this blessing which few received. History will record the deeds of our hero and among them will be a seven days’ festivity known as “Junior Week,” which was and shall be unsurpassed in its mirth and worth. The Pilgrim passed the third milestone with