Mount Vernon Seminary - Cupola Yearbook (Washington, DC)

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And — “We ' ve guessed your color, Juniors, We have traced you through the halls, We have met you at the florist’s, We have heard your midnight brawls; Though to you it seems like toil. Yet to us it was but play, And we found you out completely, Long before this Color Day.” Instead we sang with lusty voices, thus: “Did you ever go into a Contest, With the aim a color to find, Though you worked so hard from morn till night, Fair fortune proved unkind? But since we had to lose it. We’re mighty glad you’ve won, For a Senior part in this Contest, Has been just lots of fun. (Tune — “Did You Fver into the Country ) And for our own encouragement, we sang this song: “Seniors, Seniors dear, Don’t von feel so blue. You’ve lost this time But don’t you mind. There is too much else to do. And now the game is o’er. We’ll praise the Junior Class, For you’ve worked mighty well For the class of 1912. ( Tunc — “Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma”) 2:1

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Yal had the shotgun pointed, While the others trembling sat; They heard a noise in the kitchen, Then Freda brought in the cat. Chorus — “Oh, we ' ve come to sing your praises. And to thank you for the way You gave to us last evening, Your clever, charming play. Then o ' er our History comes a gloomy cloud — The Color Contest. Oh ! we sadly weep. To call up such sad memories. I would shrink To put these words on paper, but the thought That “E ' en the best do sometimes make mistakes” Consoles me. So 1 tell you this sad tale. The tin box smuggled into Senior House, The telegrams, the packages, the hints. Were false, and we were baffled in the end: But just to show von how we would have sung If we had been victorious — listen now: “Try, try, keep on a-trving, Buy, keep on a -buying ; Early in the morning, late at night. All your strength and spirit, In the mighty fight. Pry, pry, keep on a-prying, Spy, spy, keep on a-spying, But we found you at last. Oh, we’ve guessed your color, Oh, we’ve guessed your color, Oh, we’ve guessed your color, Junior Class.” ( Tunc — “Cubanola Glide ) 22

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Those days are passed, and since those times we all Have grown in wisdom and in dignity. Our Seniorship did bear the greatest weight, W hen into Chapel in our caps and gowns We marched in solemn hie. And, greater still, Our presence when on Essay Day, we read Our Themes, for we had pondered long and hard, With many journeys to the Library. Great tomes we ' d read and many notes perused, Till our heads swam with varied theories. Heredity. Environment our Theme, As days grew fewer, everybody tried To make the Seniors happy — Juniors, too, Gave us the Banquet, lovely to behold; I heir toasts and songs Hung wide a welcoming. This time the lily of the valley grew Beside the pink Taft rose in simple grace. Good Fellowship prevailed — though sadness, too, When farewell songs were sung. “Before we leave our school. With all its memories dear. To you the Junior Class Will sing our praise sincere. And when we all have parted, Our love will always be. And friendship, true and loyal, Will bind us e’er to thee. (Repeat last 2 lines)