Mount Vernon Seminary - Cupola Yearbook (Washington, DC)

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Chorus — “Senior Class, most of all we re thankful Senior Class, for the things we’ve had to eat; Senior Class, most of all we’re thankfu l, Most of all we re thankful for the things we’ve had to eat. As time went one, another class was formed. Our sister Class, with Teddy at their head; We welcomed them, and launched them on their way. “One day a Class of Sophomores was formed, With resolutions to he our friends; We are united in spirit and friendship, To stand by them always — be loyal and true. Chorus — Nineteen thirteen — Here’s to our Sister Class; Nineteen thirteen — ith Teddy you’re sure to surpass. “Oh, me! Oh, me!” So says the Junior Class; But they don’t count, You will surmount — One. nine, one, three. ” ( Tunc — One, Two, Three, Four) The Juniors gave a doleful tragedy — A drama from the mighty Shakespeare’s pen; Though tears should flow at such a sad affair, We laughed instead — perversity of Fate! Or eat Caesar died because his cat would howl, Calpurnia besought her lord in vain ; To stay at home because she had no starch 20

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It came to us that e’er the Junior girls Should be a class they all should prove their worth, So rules were read in chapel, bidding them To treat us as their betters and to show Respect. And lest we should forget Their diverse names, or mix them with the rest, They wore small bows of ribbon on their arms — Not as the knights wore favors on their sleeves To bring them luck. They having proved their worth, We hailed them as a class. “Your days of woe are over now, You can all rejoice; No more wait Outside the gate. Or wear that bow of white. We now greet you as a class, Try and prove your worth; From now till the end May you ever ascend, Oh! Junior Class.” (Tunc — Bring Me a Rose) As winter came, Thanksgiving Day grew near, And as the custom is, we searched our hearts To find what was our greatest cause for thanks, And when we found it, this is what we sang: “Come, all ye Juniors, for we want to say Why the Senior Class is so thankful today — No lessons this morning did we have to get. And it made us so happy that we’re happy yet ; This morning we had breakfast at the same old time, But we’re just as thankful as if we’d had it at nine; But most of all we’re thankful for the things we’ve had to eat. And hope that these joys we can soon repeat. lit

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Wherewith to make his rolls presentable. When Qesar died, O woeful was the day — He handed to his friend a “pickled lime,” To Brutus — and his ghost returned and slew The rest — so all were corpses on the field. “Oh, we have seen the Junior players, one and all; You Qesar, Portia, Brutus, and Mark Antony, The t-r-i-u-m-v-i-r-a-t-e, And listened to the plots of the conspirators, And listened to the plots of the conspirators. Praising, praising, we were only praising you; Praising, praising, just to see what you would do. We ' ve heard the wail of the “petite Calpurnia, We’ve heard the clear meowing of great Caesar ' s cat. We ' ve seen the blinking and the shining “Coudou moon And we have listened to Caruso ' s final note. And we have listened to Caruso’s final note, (Change tune to “Battle Hymn of the Republic ) “Here lies your glory in the gore of Caesar ' s blood. Here lies your glory in the gore of Caesar’s blood, Oh, we ' re mighty proud of you, Ta-ta, ta-ta, ta-ta, ta-ta, And here ' s to Nineteen Twelve. ( Tunc — Pot-Pouri ) The Sophomore ' s showed their talent in a play, ' Twas called “The Burglar. Do the shivers run All up and down your spine? Oh, tremble not! The “Burglar proved — just Mrs. Somers ' cat. “Oh. I wish 1 had my Charlie, Oh, I wish I had my Jack, Cried the girls in the Burton Cottage. ' Twas only a man they lacked. 21