Emerson College - Emersonian Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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THE EMERSONIAN 1934 SONG TO PRESIDENT ROSS To the tune “ Thanks ” We thank you, Dean, tor all that you ' ve done In helping us along The road to happiness and fame at E. C. O. And thanks again, from all Emerson. We surely won’t be wrong To say it’s you who’ve showed us just the way to go. Through each year You have been a friend that’s true, And one that we could count upon. Through each year, We have always turned to you, And so to you today We owe more than we can say. We thank you, Dean. The place that you fill No one could ever take. We can’t repay, but still we would con- vey our thanks. SONG TO MRS. PUFFER To the tune “This Little Piggy’’ This little gesture means to reveal, This little gesture accepts, This little gesture means to conceal. This little gesture rejects. We recall dear Mrs. Puffer showing us the way We had a drill each day — So now we know how to say— This little gesture is a bad little gesture and means terrible pain, But perfection we all have tried to attain, Some day we hope and pray, we can say, in a confident tone, That thanks to Mrs. Puffer we can ges- ture, And express all the feelings that are known. SONG TO MR. KENNEY To the tune “Who’s Afraid of the Big, Bad Wolf?’’ Oh, there are three realms of voice, And you can take your choice. You can speak up high You can speak down low, You can speak in a middle voice. 1 hen he makes us holler whoa With an open throat you know. With a ma, za, ska He feeds us blah And boy how he can blow. When the freshmen come along He hands them all the same old song And tells them that they don’t belong In dear old E. C. O. But when a squelching comes our way, We deserve it any day. For when a feller needs a friend, Mr. Kenney, you ' re O. K. ! And so we go to class each day And ah-ah-ah, and now we say, Who’s afraid of big bad Bill Big, bad Bill, big, bad Bill? Who’s afraid of big, bad Bill? Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah. SONG TO MISS DOWLING To the tune “The Day You Came Along ” Our hearts went leaping, the day she came along Forgot our weeping, the day she came along. Almost before we knew it, we hummed a little song. The day she came along. We only drifted, until she came along. The whole world shifted, the day she came along. We knew Miss Dowling it is right where you belong, We knew the day you came along. We have conquered bowing, you hav set our walking free Sitting down is now a cinch. We can turn the pages of a play that is to be And find that we can do directing in a pinch. Juniors were hated, until you came along. We never rated, until you came along. One glance convinced us, we knew that we weren’t wrong. The day you came along. [ 25 ]