Springfield College - Massasoit Yearbook (Springfield, MA)

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artjc iWassasoit 27 Our “Raven-haired” Pinneo’s here, Our fair Ebenezer we raise. W e’ve Russell, who liketh to talk, And a chubby young fellow named Hayes. We’ve a pushing young man, Charley Rea, And a curly-haired poet, named Moule. And “Sic” with ambitions as high As the vault that he does with his pole. There’s Sampy, a big second base, And Gray, w T ho the tenor does swell; And Elliott, whose clear silver notes Ring out like the voice of a bell. I hese four in the hours of the night Often tune up their voices full strong, And when others are trying to sleep, Burst out into torrents of song. Then there’s Henckel, a man of affairs, And a big all-round student named Si; And Abbott and Barrier who love In the arms of sweet Mor pheus to lie. There’s Holmes, a sturdy Canuck, And a much-in-love fellow named Scott. There’s Flanagan, benedict he, And Smith, youngest one of the lot. 1 hese thirty men make up the group 1 hat is known as the Naughty Four class. The largest T. S. e’er has known; — On its worth we leave others to pass. But these two little letters T. S., And these two little figures ’04, Are links that are tested and tried, And will bind us in heart evermore. H. Moule

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26 JTtjc Jtfassasott Class Poem T. S., 04 | usr two little letters T. S., To many they signify naught; But to us as we read them today, l.aeh litter with meaning is fraught. |ust two little figures ’04, Joined on to the letters T. S., And only a classmate can know One half, that to us, they express. They carry us back o’er our course, To the fall of the year Nineteen-one; They tell of the struggles we’ve had, They speak of the victories we’ve won. But deep though these scenes are engraved, And much as they mean to ’04, It is not the deeds of the class, But the men we would bring to the fore. There’s Laudy, the shortest of all, But the biggest man now in the class. There is Randel, who finds it a help To oft comb his hair and moustache. We’ve a “cute little shaver” named Charles, And Lewis a youth true and square. W e’ve Maier, whose brain works so hard That it knocks all the roots off his hair. There’s Bonny from “Giddy Paree,” “Sunny jim” out in India born; And Stafford who has a moustache The shade of the tassels of corn. There’s Thompy and Hammy, these two Sons of Ham, the black sheep of the flock. There’s Wilber, a hard worker he, And Moraller who mendeth the clock.

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28 rijf Jtfassasoft 04 I ni ' Autumn shades were tailing fast, When through the T. S. halls there passed A crowd of men, full thirty strong, Who shouted out both loud and long, ’04. Some were uncouth and some were green; A few were of a studious mien; Some had sharp corners jutting out, But still they all joined in the shout, ’04. Some from the country to the north, One from far India issued forth; While from the North, South, East, anil West Of this great land came forth the rest, ’04. They took no time for undue rest, But started in their work with zest, With eye that scanned the distant height, And ever kept before the sight ’ 04 - In study they did show such zeal, The stern professors came to feel That never had there been a class In all the school that could surpass ’04. When interclass games came around, High on the flagpole there was found A flag with black and orange hue, With numerals on it plain to view, ’04. And though defeat their team befell, High over all rang out their yell, Until the echoes answered back, Hippe-ko-ac, ko-ac, ko-ac,