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 ]

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THE EMERSONIAN 1934 SONG TO MRS. KAY To the tune Easter Parade In her purple bonnet With all the frills upon it, She is the grandest lady in Emerson today. We ll be all in clover If when she looks us over We are the ones she chooses for a part in her play. From Stanislausky — Stanislausky, To Maeterlinck and Tchekov, You’ll find that she knows them like A B C. Oh, we could write a sonnet About her lovely bonnet, And of the lovely lady whom we call Mrs. Kay. SONG TO MISS BAILEY AND MR. BURNHAM To the tune “ Paper Moon ” It’s only a putty nose Stuck over a bearded chin, But it ' s make-up that does the trick, Mr. Burnham can always win. It may be only some yards of gauze Stuck together with a bit of glue, But when Miss Bailey gets through with it, It’s a credit to Monsieur Patou Without these two, our dramas could never be played. But with these two, it’s like the latest rage On a Broadway stage. It’s a Burnham and Bailey world. Without them where would we land? To our costume and make-up guides, We think you ' re simply grand. SONG TO MR. CONNOR To the tune You ' ve Got Everything ” Jo ' s got everything, everything we ' re wild about. Jo’s got everything, things that we can’t do without. He’s got that twinkle, that cute little wink. He’s got those ties, too; Jo keeps us right in the pink. Jo’s got everything, smile and style and class in clothes. Jo’s got everything, this and that and these and those. We forgot to mention, that indefinable something, I hat’s what Jo’s got — everything. SONG TO MRS. ROGERS To the tune H’yah Duchess Wake up Emersonians, Look who’s sitting there. Why, it’s Mrs. Rogers! H’ya Mrs. Rogers, old pal, old kid, old sock, old thing, old gal. Let’s get sentimental, girls. Give this one a cheer. After all it’s Mrs. Rogers, H’ya Mrs. Rogers, old pal, old kid, old sock, old thing, old gal. She’s a pal in trouble. She will help when you’ve lost your check. Her good deeds come double, And we’d miss her here, by heck! And before we go back to sleep, Here’s one thing we’ll say. Hurrah for Mrs. Rogers! ! H’ya Mrs. Rogers, old pal, old kid, old sock, old thing, old gal. SONG TO THE SHAWS To the tune “ The Girl in the Little Green Hat There’s a street in the city, There’s a school on the street. There’s a couple in the school on the street in the c ity, And the couple in the school on the street in the city Is the couple whom we call the Shaws. And each day after nine That ' s when we fall in line, And we start getting life for the man and the wife, And the man and the wife for whom we all get life Are the couple whom we call the Shaws. Oh, there’s no reason why you can’t. We know it can be done. We’ll take no failures now at all. Yes, we know we won’t say can’t. We admit it can be done. But still we try so hard to stall. 1 26 ]