Wellesley College - Legenda Yearbook (Wellesley, MA)

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NINETEEN ' I ' H R K E 27 THE LOST FAC ULTY I WAS seated one day at the or.oan, I was weary and ill at ease, 1 had played that same old prelude In seven different keys. The students had filled up the chapel, ' Twas long ago time to begin, But the leader expected that morning Had not yet api)eared on the scene. I started the March of the Magi, (The girls must l)e entertained) And, maligning the absent Professor, A dreamy indifference feigned. The choir appeared at the north door, Alas ! must our chapel today Go on wUhont that Professor Who is lost — or at least gone astray.? I do not know what I was playing. But 1 know I was pretty near floored. Toward the Faculty section appealing, I gazed — they looked equally bored. At last one observing instructor Comprehended my questioning frown And chased from her seat to the platform, { ' Twas lucky she ' d worn her black gown!) I heaved a sigh as the choir-girls. With their usual rhythmicgait. Marched up the aisle — rather briskly. But ' twas long after half-past eight. It may be that out on the campus I shall see that Professor again : It may be that only in heaven I shall know where she hid herself then. ir Jenkins, Quite often seen poling; I is for Idiots, j Try as you please, I You can ' t fnil i see one nauy of these ! Innumerable Idiots! ' jejune ' jenkins ! You can ' t fail to see one, ' ]iut oftener her eyes I here are so many of these ! Are with fine frenzy rollin.-

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26 THE J. KG EN DA RUBAIYAT OF ENGLISH 6 WAKE, for tlie theme you should have wrote last ni ;lil Lies all Unfinished on your desk, in sight; Rouses a sickening fear within your Breast and strikes Your trembling heartstrings with a shaft of Fright. Last night, alas! is gone with wasted hours! Why did I not then concentrate my Powers ! Oh ! grant that I may get it done ere Nine, And take it where the English Cabinet lowers. Come, dip your pen and haste the Ink to fling, And all your energies upon the paper bring ; The Bird of Time has but a little way To flutter, and tlie Bird is on the Wing. Whether half Through or only just l)egun. Whether your pen oi- swift or slowly run, The Wine of Time keeps Oozing drop by drop ; The leaves of life keep falling one by one. Each morn a nice, hot Breakfast brings, you say ; Yes, but my theme won ' t let me get away ; I hear the cheerful clattering of forks. But I must go an-hungered half the day. .Some that their themes be read in Class, and some Sigh for the flattering Scarlet ink to come ; I care not whether mine be good or bad, My only longing is to get it Done. Haste, my Beloved, fill the pages here. And cease your vain Regret and futile tear. Tomorrow ! Why, tomorrow you will be Once more free from this weekly English fear. But when the Angel of the lirilliant ink Shall meet you in the room where all hearts sink, And, offering her View, invite you to Defend your own, My, how you ' 11 shrink !

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28 i H K L E G E N D A THE TEACHER S MASTERPIECE Or, THE WONDERFUL CLASS IN DEBATES A I. () (i I ( A 1. S T () R Y YOU have heard of the Welle.sley-X ' assar debate? Delivered at such a logical rate That Wellesley ' s bosom with pride did inflate Till, all of a sudden, ' the Provost — but wait, Such an ending, of course, was due wholly to Fate. I ' ll tell you what ' s going to happen next year, There won ' t be the slightest possible fear, When the assar debaters next appear In Wellesley, in Massachusetts state. Year of nineteen hundred and two. Student government then was new, And other experiments not a few : That was the year when in Wellesley town The ' assar debaters won such renown And the Wellesley speakers, though !o done brown. Yet lost the desired laurel crown. ' Twas April when to Wellesley ' s disgrace. Our tirst intercollegiate debate took place. Now in training debaters. I tell you what, There is always some wliere a weakest spot, — In evidence, form, or delivery. In voice, or gesture, or manner free, In diction, or logic — somewhere you see Such a rock of offense there must always be. Above or below, or without or within. And that ' s the reason, I bet a pin. Why debaters are beaten and do not win. But the teacher declared, (as Teachers will With an It is a plan which I mean to fulfil ) She would train a team in English Fifteen That would beat any college that ever was seen, For, says the teacher, ' tis very plain That the weakest point must bear the strain. And the only way to avoid this bane, It must be confessed, Is to make that point as strong as the rest.