Wells College - Cardinal Yearbook (Aurora, NY)

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Yeld see a whole crowd ev gurls a runnin' afther the ball, an' thin, sudden, they'd all fall in a heap, an' thin they'd all thry to git up at once' an' the ball ud be Hyin' way acrost the field While they was wastinl thir time a huntin' fur it. Shure, them games was rough though at fust. Sometimes ye'd wonder ef the gals 'ud have a hair left on their heads, or ef they'd have a bone in their bodies unbroke. ' But the Thanksgivin' game was the crownin' event. Thir was gay colors on both sides, and cheerin' and screamin', and even singin', so lovely that not e'en the Lorelei could equal it, I'm shure. Even the big dorg danced with excitement. It seemed that distiny had made the baaste yaller and White, fur he couldn't be rid and gray, an' iverything should sarve some purpose. Shure, that was afoine game. I was expectin' to see some awful cruel actin'. But no sech did I see. Iverything passed off quiet, an' not a bone was broke. I reckon them new sweaters was the charm, fur it's human natur to be proud er suthin' nue'Z An' the leddies all seemed to hold their heads higher than usual. Be hivins! I was popular thet day. The leddies on both sides loaded me down with attintions. Ivery one tried to do more fur me than the ithers. But ye see I yielded and cheered fur boath sides, so that neither would be offended by me prif- ermce. i Whin ye go to study that healthful, refreshin', and excitin' game, make yerself agreeable an' yell fur baoth sides, an, yelll be treated as royal as I was. Yaas, I say aginl before leavin' ye.-Three cheers fur basket ball. MARION LOUISE Yostr. 98

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Mr. Dooleg on Basket Ball. ASKET Ball! Are ye spakin' about basket ball? Waal, talk of your excitin' games. Talk about golf and foot- ball. Wy, shure an' thir not in it. Giv' me a game of basket-ball, played by fair colleige damsels an' thet's all I ask fur. My, how I did mesjudge that thir game. But now I think sartain thir's no bitter thing far the constitootion than a good game of basket ball, fur it shure gives exercise enough, an' thin thir's somehow an excitin' ilement about it that rouses a feller's narves to jist the right pitch to make him feel good. When fust I saw thet game I thought it crueller'n a bull iight and then sech scrappin es thir was over that thir ball, en you'd hear some one yellin' cross like 'fStop yer tacklin, en' you'd hear a still mladder voice growl out Ididn't tackle. My, et was eXcitin'! Me narves scarce stood the sthrane. Waal, talk about yer funny stunts. QI larned thet word at collidgej Did you ivvar see some gals tryin' to play that 'ad nivver hild a ball before.' No? Shure an' I larfed till me sides near split. A game 'ud be progressin' finely, when all on a sud- den you'd see a igur with hair all streamin' down her back rushin' acrosst the field With th' ball tucked under her arm, lookin' es important as a Cornell man whin he's made a grand rush. An' thin, when that thir whistle was blowed an' she hed to give up th' ball,-waal, you shoued ha' seen her exprission. Et looked suthin' like bread that has riz too soon, an' has to fall agin.' But thim occurrences was only at fust. Shure, an' they em- proved ivery day, an' ivery day the spectators took more intherest in the game, an' I was allus thir, fust of all, choosin the bist place to see ivery thing. Did the young ladies show me any attention? Waal, I jist guess they did. Fur they allowed me to come to ivery game, even ef I was th' only man thir, an' afther the game was over, the winnin' side allus come and escorted me to the buildin'. They saw in me, be hivins, a man of ghreat ixperience, an' they are very brilliant them ladies, an' know a good thing when they see it. But them games, how excitin' they ware, sometimes I'd hole me breath, an' thin I'd fine myself jumpin' an' screamin' as hard as inny body. An' how funny they-ware sometimes. 97

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Wells College Boat Club Pmsulent UAZEL BUCKINGHANI KELLEY 1900 Vwe Prestclcut MINNA PIUTTI 1 Secretcwy BLORENCE OLIVE Ronenns 1 'P Treasurer CLARA OLIVE SLOAN 1 N cold w1nter mo1n1n0fs when the proverb1a1 Aurora wlnds a1e domff the1r best to make l1fe unbea1able for all who da1e to brave then fury, the long lme of gnls Wlth hats askew and han liymg, wendmff thelr d1fHcult way to chu1ch, scarcely look upon wh1te capped Layufra as an unalloyed bless1ng lt 1S not untll the wann days of spuno, when the lake hes calm and serene 1n the sunshme, the Wells College g11lS 1eal1ze how much Natu1e has done fo1 Aurora Then lt IS that the hst of boat club members swells v1s1bly and groups of sun bonneted maldens a1e contlnually seen golno' down the walk to the lake O1 comme' back f1o1n a long row b1owned and f1eckled and t1red but ve1y happy As the season advances and the warm mghts of summer come, It 1S ha1d to reallze that the1e as such a thlnff as wo1k and the c1owded boats stay out upon the lake unt1l the sunset has faded from the sky and the moon has 11sen to take 1ts Janghng call to 1em1nd the folgetful Jun1o1 O1 the heedless Freshman that 4' hre 1s real l1fe 1S earnest and Psychology O1 Math I demands her 1mmed1ate attentlon It IS on these warm summer evemngs that we most app1ec1ate the new boat house The glrls who came too late to secure a boat, gather 1D l1ttle groups on the logg1a ove1hang1ng the wate1, and SIDS' softly, or sllently watch the sunset across the lake On the colder days of sp1 mv and late 1D the fall, the students assemble 1n the uppe1 100111 of the boat house wh1ch lS ve1y prett11y furn1shed w1th lugs, tables and meat easy cha11s The broad w1ndow seats a1e p1led h1gh wlth brwht colored plllows and the walls a1e hung w1th p1ctu1'es Even ln wmter, the l1ttle bu1ld1ng by the lake s1de IS not always vacant fO1 the anX1ous Freshmen found 1t thls year a safe place 1nwh1ch to pract1ce the11 class song out of hearlng of eve1 watchful Sophs Last spung, the new boat house beheld a scene whose 11ke It 99 ' l ' , . . . ' 1 . 1' - 1 ' , ..... 901. 1 , .... ' 1 90s. , . . . . . 902. n a ' b n 1 D u 1 ' 0 s . ,t . , 1 D n . . ' . . 4 D ' u D . , . . . , . A . . i O . , . . I place. Then the cracked old bell of the college sends forth its . ks , - - 0 ' . . , C - Q ' O L I a u I u I ' av n 1 D1 u . V . a I 1 u a D , , . . .