Wellesley College - Legenda Yearbook (Wellesley, MA)

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NI NETEEN TH REE 21 FUDGE PHILOSOPHY UI ' ON my neii;hb )r ' s close-shut door Is pinned die placard Sleeping, And through the crack in wall and Hoor A ru(lu, smell is creeping. I am not sad that she makes fudge ; She may if she will risk it, And 1 will ' munch without a grudge, Mv drv Tni ' L-da biscuit. I envv not mv neighl)or s work ; To me it nowise matters, When, to the tloor with sounding jerk. Her whole fudge-basin clatters. I too am fond of sweets, but still I munch without resentment. That she will make herself quite ill, I feel a strong present ' ment. Let other people, swift to run. At hint of cooking ' s savors. Extol my neighbor ' s fudge and fun, Her friskings and her flavors. 1 care not. Still for me my box Is tilled with wholesome crackers, 1 need not fasten all my locks To keep out would-be smackers. For me no indigestion ' s ills. To follow on the morrow : No scurryings and grocer ' s bills To pay back what 1 borrow. And see, how snug and calm am 1 ! I crunch my frugal diet, And read a pleasant book, and lie In happiness and quiet. But hark ! I hear my neighbor groan — The fudge, it has boiled over, While I lie chuckling here, and own That surely I ' m in clover. Poor neighbor! Though you may like fudge, A rug of sticky sweetness Will make you wish a change, I judge, To crackers and to neatness. Not chocolate, nor sugar neat. Nor even luscious butter, Can tempt me with allurements sweet. To stir up such a clutter.

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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

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22 THK I. EG EN DA You soon will be a sight, I wot ; And then there are the dishes. And ten to one the fudge will not Be fit to feed to fishes. Let Freshmen luss and boil and muss, Let Sophomores stew and simmer, 1 hold that, for the wise like us, The prudent course is immer : To keep some crackers fresh and new, To cook in no condition, And that a pot of jam or two Ma ' l)ound a maid ' s ambition. Then, neighbor, go thy way in peace, And make thy sticky messes, And I will lie and take mine ease, And envy not your fresses. ' I am not sad that you make fudge, You may if you will risk it. Still will 1 munch without a grudge My dry Uneeda biscuit. MR. DOONAN ' S BEAST 5 ' I IS at the Welle.sley station Monday night, J| The Boston train in sight : From inattentive drowse Th ' ambitious cabmen rouse And rubber with their might. The passengers step off — all men Save one, a college girl for campus bound, (She ' d hoped a carriage might be found ! ) Ah, joy ! Here ' s Doonan at her side ; Alert he shoves the rest aside. Her baggage grabs, puts her inside. And collegeward doth tear. None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fare! Chokl ' s : Happy, happy, hai)py pair 1 None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fare !