Wellesley College - Legenda Yearbook (Wellesley, MA)

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ESI (From a 1913 Freshman Standpoint) Our aim is to be just, aud yet it is evident that we were the prime factor in another momentous change. When our great body of proletariats, 400 strong, scattered to survey the campus, the first things we noticed were six aristocratic bungalows tucked away unobtrusively in hollows. Upon our inquiries, nods and Sh-ush-es went round. Yet it did not take us long to learn that these were the lairs of privilege, the dens of monopoly. Social graces and closest friendships were cornered in these six little bandboxes. Then it was that we. the proletariats, awoke into consciousness and power. We. the Class of 1913. inaugurated a revolution. Led by older heads, our ardent young reformers roused the spirit of democracy from her dream of fancied security. Some nameless champion hurled a socialistic thunderl)()lt through the Xcir. ' editorial page. At that battle-cry, all Wellesley united to the call of social democracy. In praise of the privileged be it said that they were the first to respond, the first to suggest an orgy of self-sacrifice. Needless to say we. along with the uniirivilegotl, rallied to the support of the trust-busters. The impetus once given, social revolution went on without our assistance. Meetings were hekl and the okl regime fell, as was testi- fied by the jaded nerves of upj er classmen who suddenly ceased taking the tr()ul)le of introducing us to tlieir friends. We. too. held a class meeting and declared in favor of tiie eligibility of every liighly intelligent or prominent citizen to social distinction and the right to wear a decoration. It is hard to speak of the self-sacrifice of stifled curiosity when we forewent open houses till Junior year. Still it is 1910, 1911, and 191 ' -2 who made the greatest sacrifices in their relinquishment of much that was dear for the sake of a larger democ- racv, and it is to them we owe the most glorious part of our reforms. ' 26]

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ffi ys (Ulir Aninal The fntal day, the first n ' lvat fhange has come, And long expected college days begun. The brakenian haileth loudly: Wellesley Farms! They start, a prey to feverish alarms. The brakeman singeth blithely: Wellesley Hills! Suspense reduces them to quakes and chills. But next the oracle cries: Wel-les-lee ! Scarce have they strength to seize their bags and flee. So 1913 landed — great event! Appearing small, but charged with vast portent. The joyful crowd seize her in wild embrace While rivals struggle for her new suitcase. In triumph 191. ' 5 swarms through town Like bees in a new beehive setthng down; Like bees, each drone and worker hunts her cell. But of the first look of those rooms — O, well! Soon ardent friends drop in with busy clack To tell the news and watch you all unpack ; They buzz of lumpy cots and midnight oil. Of quizzes, math., and unremitting toil; But all dire jjresage sounds so far away — A Senior asks you to the great C. A.! Never a class so feted with attention! (Later with flunk notes fated — but no mention). Music and c«mcerts, proms, and serenade. Plays and grouj)-games, gym., and the fire-brigade; All these are j romised for the freshman ' s pleasure, To show how college values her new treasure. And well do famous speakers at C. A. Tell how they long awaited this great day And rally all of Wellesley to one cheer Of glorious welcome that 13 is here. M. T. C. [251

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=n ws fi Mmj lag (Apologies to Tenun.son) Garlands to rigiit of them, Slickers to cover them. Leaders in front of them, [Marched they in silence. Singing with all their might. Flower basket clutched tight. Up to the Backwoodsman, In the i ale dawn of light Marched the green freshmen. Queens to rule over them, Children to play with them. Clowns to make sport of them, Bumping and jostling; As the damp evening fell. They, who had marched so well Under the May Day spell, Went from the old gym doors Back to the Vill to dwell, All that was left of them — Left of green freshmen. When will the glory fade Of their May Day parade. ' They made no blunders. Think of the dark, wet day. Pity the tlamp array. Plucky green freshmen. iFrrslimati Plag! (Eaal CCnarh ( Eommtttrr [27]