Wellesley College - Legenda Yearbook (Wellesley, MA)

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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 !

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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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NINETEEN 1 ' H R E E 23 MY RIVAL ICO to matliematic-s, (ireek, What protit is in these? I sit affrighted in my chair, And strive to look at ease. The admiration due to me, They cast before her shrine, And that ' s because she dares speak up, While I ' m afraid to shine. I can ' t control my stammering tongue, Although I ' m crammed with knowledge I feel so bashful and so young, In this great blustering college. But she can smile a knowing smile, And answer every time, And that ' s because she dares speak up, Wliiie I ' m afraid to shine. I wish I had her constant cheek ! I wish that I could bluff . And make wi.se comments and remarks, And say all sorts of stuff. But then alas! I ' m very shy, And bluffing ' s not my line, And worst of all, she dares speak up, While I ' m afraid to shine. The teachers come, the teachers go. Each stately, learned, wise. She makes such very bright remarks, It takes them by surprise. They always look straight at lier seat, They never look at mine. And that ' s because she dares speak up, Willie I ' m afraid to shine. She walks with all the Faculty ; They think her witty, clever. I trot the corridors alone ; They don ' t speak to me, ever. They never notice me at all. And vainly I repine To see they think I am so dull. Would that dared to shine.