Wellesley College - Legenda Yearbook (Wellesley, MA)

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24 T H E L K G E N D A The time of Reckoning must come, And end her bkiffing days, She can ' t go on forever so, And always get such praise. One ray of priceless hope 1 see. Before these eyes of mine, Examinations are at liand, ( )n papei ' I iii shine. FLUNKING IS— WHAT? FLUNKING is what? Exams redundant, Blueness abundant — Hard is mv lot I Anxious my brain, yet a blank all the same, Cram uninspired with the scholarly flame. What is yon lake to me? What is the flower? work with a tutor — a dollar per hour. Come then, O Cleverness, come to this cram. Commencement is near — I j nist pass that exam ! 1 ' ve got the permission — I ' 11 be happy enough When this three-hour condition 1 s passed — is off — Is off! Bis for Brown, Who won ' t need to die. For she has her own heaven In her own special Sky ! Blissful Brown ! Cis for Coale, With her family tree; She claims men for kindred. Where ' er they may be. Capacious Coale ! Dis for Dobbin, Our chemical friend; To go up in smoke Will, I fear, be her end. Demure Dobbin ! E is for Emmons, Athletically bred; If she wins much more honor. She ' ll iiave a swelled head. Excellinof Emmons!

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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.

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NINETEEN THREE 25 MATH WHAT makes the Freshman ' s heart to quake? what makes her feel so green? It isn ' t Freshman Bible, nor yet is it Hygiene; But it ' s everlasting treading in the everlasting path Wherein so many slip and fall ; the name of it is Math. O the math, O the math, O the foolish, mulish math. With its stupid lines and angles and its intersecting planes, It has spoiled my sweet good-nature, it has worn me to a lath. Has caused me many bitter tears, and used up all m l)rains. What makes the Freshman work so hard when Mids are on the way. And poor, despairing students are turning night to day? It isn ' t studying English, nor cramming Hebrew kings — It ' s puzzling o ' er equations, determinants and things. O the math, O the math, O the silly, pilly math. With its old, converging series, and derivatives elusive; It plunges me in blank despair, it rouses me to wrath — That it will be the death of me I hold as quite conclusive. In Hygiene I can see some sense, and Greek is not so dreadful, And of Bible and of English I am sure I ' ve got my head full. But the Freshman Mathematics, when all is said and done, It ' s a nightmare and a fever and a headache rolled in one. the math, O the math, O the puddling, muddling math. With its tangents and its secants, and its logs and sines and sich. 1 sadly fear again next year I must tread the self-same path, Again must dig at this old Triy — I ' d rather di r a ditch. Fis for Foster, Dramatic and small ; A very cute infant, She will grow to be tall. Free-thinkini, Foster ! Gis for Elsa, Who once said I ween Without my dear Annis I wouldn ' t be .seen ! Gregarious Greene! H H is for Haines, For shortness called I ' olly : One sight of her visage Dispels melancholv. Hilarious Haines ! is for Hall, Who once said, ' ■ You can Enjoy a good concert If you have a nice man ! Homogeneous Hall !