Emerson College - Emersonian Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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THE EMERSONIAN 1934 So we go through the hours trying hard to succeed. In developing our powers they’ve got just what we need. So thanks to the couple In the school on the street — The couple whom we call the Shaws. SONG TO THE CHIPMEN’S! To the tune “Marching Along’’ Marching along together, Always boosting E. C. O. Marching along together, Mr. and Mrs. Chipmen go. Loyal and faithful to Emerson Their hearts are imbedded here — Favorite daughter and favorite son, A pair without a peer! Marching along together, Keeping pace with Emerson. SONG TO MISS RIDDELL To the tune “Did You Ever See a Dream Walking ' ’” Did you ever see the juniors prancing? Well, we did! Did you ever see the juniors dancing? Well, we did! Did you ever have Miss Riddell thrill you. With, “Oh, but that spine!” “That’s simply grand — such a gorgeous Greek line!” Did you ever see the juniors fencing? Well, we did! Did you ever see the juniors advancing? Well, we did! Did you ever hear the juniors saying “Prime” and “Seconde,” Meaning numbers like plain one and two? Well, the juniors that were dancing and the juniors that were fencing Miss Riddell, owe it all to you! SONG TO DR. ROCKELL To the tune “You’re an Old Smoothie” He’s an old smoothie, We’re old softies, We’re just like putty in the hands of a man like him. When Dr. Rockell comes in We all start to sing, “We’re just like putty in the hands of a man like you. For you, we would work all day long. For you, we sing this little song, For now we think it’s time you knew That we’d do just what you wanted us to, You’re an old smoothie, We’re old softies, “We’re just like putty in the hands of a man like you.” SONG TO MR. EDES To the tune “ Barbasol” Radio, radio, Turn the dial, here we go. Station W. E. C. O. Arthur Edes, Arthur Edes, He’s a teacher we all like, Shows us how to use the mike. Radio, radio, Graham McNamee ain’t got a thing on us. SONG TO MRS. BLACK To the tune “ Take Me Where the Daisies” Take us back to your class, Where Carlyle and Ruskin reign. We’ll take notes when you dictate, We’ll recite once again. We’ll try to live in Browning, You won’t have taught in vain. We’ll take notes when you dictate. We’ll recite once again. From “Sesame and Lillies” down to Bar- rie, And the poetry of dear old Alfred Tenny- son, We will work along and never tarry In your classes at Emerson. Take us back to your class, Where Carlyle and Ruskin reign. We’ll take notes when you dictate, We’ll recite once again. SONG TO MR. HALL To the tune “Where ' s Elmer?” We want that man of parts, Who ' s won all of our hearts, Where’s Elmer, our Elmer? We want the one who knows How to run our shows, Where’s Elmer, our Elmer? With paint and gilt, he’s made and built [ 27 ]

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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 ]

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THE EMERSONIAN 1934 All of our scenery. 1 here’s no one here can quite compare With Mr. Hall, Oh Gee! When it comes to stage technique, There ' s no one can compete With Hlmer of Emerson. SONG TO MR. KOZOL To the tune “Annie Doesn ' t Live Here Any More’’ Kozol will not teach here any more. We guess we re not the class he waited for. Don t know what we ' ll do without him day after day, We feel that in this case we ll be the one’s that will pay; But we can tell you truthfully that we hate to say — Kozol will not teach here any more! No, Kozol will not teach here any more. It ' s too bad we didn ' t know before All the things that we have missed by stay- ing away; But he says for him to go is the best way, And we hope he doesn’t mind if we have to say, Kozol will not teach here any more! It was fall and the chill in the air wasn ' t all, For we had a little call and it was he, And we all were blue as blue as we could be, There was reason! Kozol will not teach here any more. We’re sorry that he has to leave our door. But it ' s good psychology to have your own way, And it makes no difference what we all have to say, So when time has passed and it has rolled around to May, Kozol will not teach here any more. SONG TO MRS. SOUTHWICK To the tune “Love is the Sweetest Thing ” She is the sweetest thing. What else on earth could ever bring Such happiness to everything as Mrs. South wick? She is the sweetest thing. We love her more and more each day. She’s dearer far than we can say, our Mrs. Southwick. And as the years roll by us, She sweeter grows all the while. No one on earth could take her place. The warmth and the love of her smile. She is the sweetest thing. The best we have we bring to her, And that is why we sing to her, as our own sweetheart. SONG TO THE SENIORS To the tune “Don ' t Forget ” We won’t forget the friendship of thirty- four, The friendship that’s been so true, We won’t forget. We won’t forget, whatever the weather, Good friends stick together, We won’t forget. We promise to uphold traditions that you gave us, Promise to be ever true to you. When you are gone, we always will love you, We’ll always think of you, We won’t forget. SONG TO THIRTY-FIVE To the tune “ Heidelberg ” Here’s to the class that claims our praise, Here’s to our friendship strong. Here’s to our merry college days Of laughter and of song. Here ' s to our college best on earth, Here’s to Emerson. Here’s to our rare and sterling worth, Thirty-five, here’s to thee! Oh Emerson, fair Emerson, Thy daughters can’t forget The golden haze of student days. Unshadowed by regret. Our college days may pass away. But ever more will be The thought of you, so good, so true, Our best loved Emerson: The thought of you, so good, so true, Our best loved Emerson. 1 28 ]