Wellesley College - Legenda Yearbook (Wellesley, MA)

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Foreword. We, the Class of 1900, offer to a sympathetic world this volume,— an enthusiastic, though inadequate account of our starring tour through Wellesley, with sundry remarks upon women and things that have marred or blessed our progress. We speak truth, as our illustrious predecessors have said, not so much as we would, but so much as we dare, and the public may read between the lines. We offer no apologies— indeed, why should we. Read for yourselves and you will be satished with what we have done and what we have written.

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SEATS 4 I IEMTV PERH.VPS our loneliest moments were those when, in our dear okl chapel, we used to gaze back up at the faculty gallerx ' , and. after craning our necks even to the breaking of stiff linen collars, make out an indistinct form or two in the deep gloom. In our Freshman days only those of us who sat upon the platform could really enjoy this view, and then it is possible we did not fully appreciate our jjrivileges. Was it, perhaps, that our young eyes were too busily employed watching those other stately forms which filed solemnlv down to the chairs in the center? However that may be, it was onlv when we got to be Juniors, and sat in the first row of the opposite gallery, that we came to know that other dark corner of the roof like a well-beloved book, and learned to pierce the encircling darkness and compute the ratio of vacant and occupied chairs above to occupied and vacant chairs below. Then it was that we could realize how grateful our instructors were for that shadowy gloom. And vet, if we had not many of those dear faces to gaze upon, yonder, at least, were their seats, dimly outlined and indistinct from where we sat, but fraught with meaning to most of us. There, as we sat silentlv imder the shadow of the great organ at our left, we used to meditate sadly on those empty chairs.