Wellesley College - Legenda Yearbook (Wellesley, MA)

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The Adventures of igoo IN Wellesleyland. In this fable ' s looking-glass, Behold the history of our Class, Nineteen Hundred Glorious! In Wellesleyland victorious ! And all her friends, the beings strange, That in Wellesleyland do range. And what you find of fun in this. We pray you, take it not amiss. 27

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A ROSE OF YESI ' ERDAY. T HEY made her Freshman president ; She rowed upon the crew ; She scored tlie highest at the links ; Was tennis champion too. She did not, as a Sophomore, Qiiite vanish from the scene, For stories from her pen appeared In each month ' s Magazine. Her first forensic was a joy ; Her second was a dream ; In Calcuhis she wa s not coy ; In Greek she was supreme. Her Senior liiain was wont to soar In deep I ' hilosoph} ' ; Her daily themes but made her more Beloved of Faculty. And when she left these classic halls. That rang aloud her praise. She did not doubt that soon her name Upon the skies would blaze. But we, who thought this prodigy Could never Fame escape. Have heard, i|uite incidentally. That now she teaches ABC At Crowville, on the Cape.

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CHAPTER I. DOWN THE RABHIT-HOI.E. AS before (so the manuscript begins), Alice lay dreaming in the orchard grass, revisiting in fancy the scenes of that strange, absurd Wonderland, where nothing ever occurs save the Utterly Unexpected. Therefore it was nothing surprising when the White Rabbit appeared, as trim and natty as ever, with a green ribbon marked Ninety-nine tied in his buttonhole. He was gone in a flash, but Alice rose and ran to the spot whence he had vanished, and there she found the rabbit-hole. It had changed litde: the sides of the well were still lined with cupboards and bookshelves, now laden with confused heaps of blue books, writing materials and examination papers. The orange marmalade jars were filled with alcoholic specimens. Alice had barely time to note these alterations as shelf after shelf rose above her head; and soon her feet touched the bottom with a little thump. She was standing before a small door bearing the motto, Entrance to Wellesleyland. Admittance to Class of Nineteen Hundred only. The White Rabbit sat in a ticket office next to the door ; he was most erect and dignified, and he bowed to Alice with ■en SnM an air of kindly but critical observation. i I ' ve been looking for you a long time, he V said, but you were slow in passing your ' examinations ; there must have been an un- y usual number of shelves full this )ear. Do you want to go through Jr that door? If I ' m not too tall, said Alice, timidly, remember- m ■ ' S how great an obstacle her size had presented at the time of her former visit. Size ! shrieked the Rabbit. Tall ! Law bless me, but you ' re the smallest that has ever come this way. My tail and whiskers, how ridiculous ! and he broke 28