Wellesley College - Legenda Yearbook (Wellesley, MA)

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v. Now, when ' tis time to leave you, We at last begin to find How mild you were, and kind, And repent that we did grieve you. Now that we leave your gate. The wrong that we did, forgive ! Receive our thanks, though the thanks be late. For making us strong to live. We pass : but other daughters Our well-loved places fill ; And for them the gray lake waters Mirror your beauty still.

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Ourselves uncouth and raw, We cannot feel the kindness That hides behind your law. J II. And some work without ceasing And some too often play ; Each holds fast her own way Our scorn and pride increasing. (Yet our strife, you do not fear it. But working, ever smile, For unseen, the College Spirit Grows in us all the while. ) III. We lose each old illusion : We carp and criticise : We doubt, grow silly, wise, And our world seems all confusion. (But you work on still hoping: You have seen these many years, The same ague spirit-groping. The same dim doubts and fears.) IV. In the pride of our new learning We argue at your words. Perversely into swords Your gifts against you turning. (But calm you wait yet, patiently, Howe ' er your heart be sore: This too you knew had need to be, You had dealt with it before.)

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Her Wellesley Experience (Letters froji a Young Girl to Her Mother) Dcajcit Mama: At Wellesley, Se ptember 22, 1899. I am not at all homesick. Of course I am sorry to be awaj from you, but I know that you consider it best for me to make this long visit to my foster mother, and I shall try not to complain And, indeed, I think I shall have no cause to complain. Mater Alma, as everybody here calls her, is charming, and I know I shall grow to love her more and more. Everybody seems glad to see me, and seems to try to make me feel at home ; I think they are probably all impressed because I am so much larger than my age would lead them to expect. You know Mater Alma has several people visiting her, and lots of attendants and servants. I have met nearly all the girls, I think. The one whom they call Christine, I think her last name is A ' Soshashun, met me at the train and gave me a business-like handshake. Then I went up to the house where I met Narcissus Nyntynyn and a girl named Iris something. Narcissus is the grandest thing I ever saw, but I am a little bit afraid of her. She seems old and awfully dignified, and nearly always dresses in black. Iris seems nice and jolly, but too much wrapped up in her own affairs to pay much attention to me. I almost forgot to mention that smart little Carrie Nation ; she is so queer. She is lovely to me one minute and makes fun of me the next. I ' 11 get it back at her ; they say she is slow and can ' t play outdoor games much. I ' 11 show her what I can do in basketball. Her hair looks as if she had just begun to put it up, and all of her skirts are finished at the bottom with broad braid or a piece of bias velvet. Mater Alma has a lovely house and the most beautiful grounds. I have been boating on the lake and have a blister on each thumb. In the house there is a nice big hall with palms in the centre; it is a nice place to give a party in, and the girls say Mater Alma lets them give parties to each other whenever they like. Christine got up one for me last night. Everybody in the house was invited, and they must all be autograph fiends. Everybody asked me to write mj ' name on her card, and Christine told me to do the same, so I did. A lady who is visiting Mater Alma, her name is Mrs. Presydent and she seems to be the guest of honor, got up on the stairs