Wellesley College - Legenda Yearbook (Wellesley, MA)

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WELLESLEY COLLEGE LEGENDA. 11 wliite of their own narcissus, with an occasional butterfly of vivid red, purple, or yellow, outvying their namesakes in brill- iancy; patriotic sophomores in the stars and stripes; Anglo- Saxon freshmen, valiant warriors with shield and spear, min- strels in soft yellows and browns. No Mardi Gras under southern skies could be more charming than this winding line of black and white and brilliant color — no Roman amphithea- tre more beautiful. Who would not exchange the silken velorium of the Emperors for a sky of Wellesley blue or a royal carpet for the broad stretch of soft turf? Senators, knights, and vestal virgins might well covet the luxurious seats which the terrace furnishes, and delight in the stage set- ting of lake, trees, and flowers. Fairies dance among these same oaks on June nights and sleep on couches of the flowers and leaves of the rhododendrons, while Puck, mischievous sprite, flits among the trees in the moonlight, working confu- sion with his love charm and leading the Athenian lovers in fruitless chase. There the most lamentable comedy and most cruel death of Pyramus and Thisbe wring the heart of the spectator, lion roars as never lion roared before, and even the crannied wall is the wittiest partition that ever did dis- course. Farewell, sweet Fairies! You have made still fairer one of the loveliest spots of old Wellesley, and we shall long see among the trees the green, gold, and silver of fairy wings to recall the charm of one Midsummer !N ight ' s Dream. On the shore at Wellesley one may wander in June through Athenian woods, on the lake one may float into a Venetian Carnival. Eed, green, and white lights flash over the water, showing slender shells with sturdy oarsmen in white, boats gay with bunting and Chinese lanterns and luxurious with cushions, idly swaying at anchor near the shore, or joining the line of canoes and shells around the brilliantly lighted floats. The music of the band, softened by distance, the sound of singing over the water, the occasional guitar, and even a stray gondola, make it easy to imagine one ' s self on the Grand Canal in the midst of the color and song of pleasure-loving Venice. Forget the crowds of spectators on the shore, imagine that the