Wellesley College - Legenda Yearbook (Wellesley, MA)

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NINETEEN l H R E E 19 Thev sang. And thus ended the tale of die class of Nineteen Three Wellcsley ; Knded the tale, not the course, for a year still lies before them — Saddest of years, yet the best, a year of cares and of honors. (Horiously may the Trojans attain the goal set before them ; Fearlessly may they look forward into the opening future, True to all their ideals, true to their class and their motto, Loving their Alma Mater, the College Beautiful Wellesley. ON MY PENURY WHEN I consider how my cash is spent Ere half my days in this long month and wide. And that account book which I dare not hide Lodged with me useless, tho ' my soul more bent To balance up its entries, and present My true account, lest papa seeing chide : Oh, when will my next month ' s allowance come ? I fondly ask : but sad experience Beats down my hope, and cries : To keep from debt Either you work, or don ' t get into debt ! Who most Go off on bats, they get broke first : your state Is merited ; most hoard their income small And spend so wisely that no cent is lost : But ve who scjuander can but mourn, too late ! THE CRAVEN Y ESTER evening, bleak and dreary, while 1 pondered, tired and weary, ( )ver many a dull and stupid volume of scholastic lore. While I studied, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, And 1 heard a genUe rapping, rapping at my chamber door. Tis the borrower, I muttered, tapping at my chamber door, 1 will give her nothing more. For distinctly 1 remember she has borrowed since September, Borrowed from each patient member who has lived upon this floor. 1 am weary of this lending : I am tired of always sending ? )r provisions, and of wending my way down to Shaltuck ' s store. I will lend, no, nevermore.

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i8 r H K LEGEN DA Swiltly revolved tlie year on its hinijjes of golden moments, Bearing as ever along toward the goal for which we are striving, Mailing us Juniors, and now must come the awful decision Whether to steer our course tlirough the rocks of Charybdis or Scvlla. Roth we cannot avoid, as in ancient times did the Trojans. She who fails not on the slippery rocks of F orensics must founder Against the jagged, sharp-cutting edges of pitiless Scylla. Hard indeed was the struggle, and sore were we wounded, yet bravely Reached we the farther shore, the blessedest haven in College. Proudly we bore in our hands the trophies secured from Charybdis ' Perilous ledges, or dug from the bristling caverns of Scylla. These we proceeded to l:)urn in accordance with time-honored custom Tlie eve before Tree-day. And tirst we chose a forest secluded. Down wliere the waters, gurgling, flow in a smooth sliding hollow. Where by a giant tree in the midst of shadv recesses The funeral pyre was erected. .And thither, ghostly and silent, Shrouded in white, and bearing aloft a glimmering candle. Late in the hours of the evening gathered the .solemn procession. Slowly into the fire we cast the battle-stained trophies. Groaning aloud, and murmuring doleful dirges of Latin. Swiftly the lurid frames shot up to the inky black heavens. Till, at our feet, naught remained but ashes, gray as the morning. SilenUy one by one in the deepening gloom of the evening. Softly we turned away, and were lost in the shades of the forests. Thus on the tifth of June the Trojans l)urnc(l their Forensics, Nor were their solemn rites disturbed bv the hovering Harpies, Whether because of morals, of ignorance, fear, or compulsion. Po.ssibly had they not yet the occurrence of Field-dav forgotten. How with the gallant Trojans they strove in a basketball c ontest, Trying which should become the ba.sketball ( hampions of Wellesley. Possibly had they not yet forgotten how they wt re beaten : Considered the tables alieady turned nor wished them turned yet farther. So through our Junior year we Trojans won glorv and honor, Growing in knowledge, anfl giowing nearer and nearer the Seniors. ' Twas one misty evening in June, and we sat sinking together, Out on the chapel steps. As usual was Nineteen ' I ' wo sitting Above on the highest stone, and directly below her, the Juniors. P ' inally came the hour when the Seniors their seats must relinquish. Then with one movement uprose the class of Ninteen Three Welleslev, While adown either side, in single file marched the Seniors, Singing a parting song for the spot they were leaving forever. A raindrop fell from the sky. In a body the Juniors marched slowly Up to the highest ste]). W ' e had taken the place of the Seni ' rs.

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20 r H K L K GENOA Then I rose up from my Lelinstulil, that I mi ht perform the painful Task of telling, and of dwelling on the fact I ' d lend no more. But she looked up with such pleading, and said she, Tm greatly needing Alcohol to make creamed chicken, ere of hunger 1 do sicken. Give it me, I do emplore. Spoke 1 then in accents chilling, all my frame with anger thrilling, You have fed upon my food-stuff : alcohol you ' ve had galore ; You continuallv are preying, though vou never think of paying. Take your foot from off my threshold ; take your form from out my door, And return ve ne ermore. THE YOUNG MAY MOON THE voung May moon is beaming, love. The electric bulb is gleaming, love: How sad to rove Through Learning ' s grove. While the drowsy world is dreaming, love. Then awake! — the alarm peals in minht, my dear ! The bed ' s very warm — Vou arc light, my dear! But the best of all ways To lengthen our days Is to steal a few houi ' s from the night, mv dear! Now all the world is sleeping, love. But vour work before vou is heaping, love, .And pen and ink, To make you shrink. Are on your desklid keeping, love. Then awake! — till rise of sun, mv dear, The sage ' s course we ' ll run. mv dear. Lest, from cutting the class. Or flunking — alas! Little notes from the oftice should come, my dear! is for .Adams, T) is for Baird, Angelic and mild ; X Who once said I cared -She ' s been from youth ui)ward .So much for that Credit A lovable chilcl. I reallv felt scared ! ' Admirable Adams ! Brilliant Baird