Wells College - Cardinal Yearbook (Aurora, NY)

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has never witnessed since. At the reception given the day after the Junior Promenade, there were men lounging on the railing of the loggia or staring critically at the class pillows on the win- dow seats. In the large room down stairs, groups of four or iive gathered around the tea tables were being served with ices brought from some impossible place behind a screen,while in the room above, enthusiastic college men and girls eagerly discussed the comparative merits of their Alma Maters or talked over the dance of the night before. As the new flag was raised upon its pole for the first time, a shout went up from the little crowd below and every one voted that the whole affair had been a great success. It is hoped that this will establish a precedent and that the boat house reception after the U Prom? will become one of the traditions of Wells. In the winter months when the boats can no longer be used, the energetic boat club does not cease its activity. By artful means, its never tiring officers extort money from the audiences which crowd the gymnasium to witness an amazing vaudeville or to listen to concerts in which celebrieties no less great than Calve and Paderewski take part. Thanks to the generous gift of Mr. Morgan, the club is free from debt for its newly built house, and there are rumors that in the near future, the long wished for stone pier will take the place of the old wooden one, which looks shabby and out of place, beside its fine neighbor. 100

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Ht the Wedding. Ah! Nora, with your wicked curls, Your Wedding veil askew, Ah! Nora, dear, you've made the whole Of County Kerry blue. You've flirted with us all, my dear, And sworn that you'd be true, And all the time a-loving him, O! lucky Donohue! Now, Nora, in your Wedding veil, Your eyes aflashing through, Can light on many a likely lad That broke his heart for you. Ah, sure, they fooled us all, they did Those eyes of Irish blue, And all the time a-loving him O! lucky Donohue! RUTH TENNEY NETTLETON The Mesqued Engel. Long years ago, My Minstrel sang,- Sad and sweet the harpstrings rang- With fear and hate his face I knew, The Spectre, ' VVh,cvt-I-oioght-to-do.' N ow I am old-and yesterday, Feeling his presence pass this Way, I turned and saw in glad surprise An Angel, with strong, steadfast eyes. MARY HALE J ONES On I-ler Birthdag. Whoever looks upon thee knows That just Where Spring and Summer meet, Between the violet and the rose, This must have been thy birthtime, Sweet. The apple blooms have kissed thy cheek, And deep into thy merry eyes, Where all my happiness I seek, Have laughed the blue May morning skies. And last of all, Within thine heart The winds of May did softly bring. Of Summer's richest warmth a part, And all the freshness of the Spring. MARY HALE JONES 104