Wellesley College - Legenda Yearbook (Wellesley, MA)

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12 WELLESLEY COLLEGE LEGENDA. oaks and alders along the banks are palace walls, close eyes and ears to all save the beauty of color and sound, and one may enjoy a Venetian Carnival, although it be called a Wellesley Float! Not all the June days are given over to carnival. There are long sunny afternoons when a certain woodland path allures along the shore of the lake, over a cai ' pet of pine needles and moss, and between slender birches and spicy hemlocks, whose branches are tipped vnth emeralds. It is very lovely at Tupelo Point. The water laps softly against the banks, insects hum and birds chatter among the branches, and occasionally happy voices break in upon the woodland sounds. Now a boat comes around the point, with a junior pulling mth long, steady stroke, while a care-free Faculty for the moment takes life easily among numerous cushions and under a capacious umbrella, or a still more indo- lent senior, with thoughts of final papers in the dim past, plays lady of leisure, while her sophomore friend tugs valiant- ly at the oar. In their stern a canoe swings around the point — no lounging here, for three youthful oarsmen paddle as if life itself depended upon reaching the head of the cove at a stated moment, and the lake, which only a minute before was so placid, is churned into fury. In the distance, by the opposite shore, is a fisherman ' s boat, lazily rocking to and fro, its three occupants as motionless as if carved of wood, save when an occasional jerk of the line shows that there has been an excit- ing ' T)ite. One idly wonders for what they are fishing, but is quite content to have them there, in shirt sleeves and broad hats, simply as a picturesque bit of the lake view. For back- ground there are the sweep of the lawn, the masses of rhodo- dendrons along the water ' s edge, the wooded hills, beauty of color and of form wherever the eye turns. Tupelo is not out of the world, but a five-minute walk in the opposite direction from College Hall takes one to a spot where there is not a sound save the chattering of birds and the whis- pering of the wind in the tree-tops. Trees grow straight and tall in the West Woods, with a glimpse of blue sky far above,