Wells College - Cardinal Yearbook (Aurora, NY)

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HEROINE This man is so ill at ease The trouble is seen by his knees The matter is plain He has a sham pain Pardon me novv While I sneeze. CHORUS Pardon her now While she sneezes, Pardon this line While it teases Romans are moral So is our chorale. That's Why our Opera pleases. HERO DOn't shove the quid quod in this line, The meter is simply devine, Galliambic trochaic, Is never archaic, Pick it up here While there's time. CHORUS Pick it up here While there's time, Galliambic trochaic in rhyme, But there is the bell, TO exit is Well, Before We have shoved this sweet line FINALE If Latin is dead, As Often is said, Sicks CVD is the cause NOW We will pause TO shed every tear Gver the hier, Farewell every One, Forgive every pun. II2

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rwpera Buffet latina OVERTURE For remarks I've been casting about I think that I've boiled down a lot. I will throw them today You may pack them away And treasure this little what not. FIRST ARIA HERO What thing is Catullus now seeking? Since with numbers this poem is reeking. HEROINE It is easy enough I won't even bluff. For he is figuratively speaking. CHORUS Pick it up here Carry it along Throw three feet on the board Life is just a song. HERO Take two blocks as fast as you please This line loves to squint and to tease So take my advice, It's moral and nice Carry this now with the breeze. III 7 I

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Gitnu Short Bramas This genre has the merits of the drama and the novel. The vividness of the drama is combined with the intimacy of the novel so that no doubt is left in the reader's mind as to what the characters are thinking. The modern tendency toward the psychological reaches its apex in this new analytical method Where science and art go hand in hand. The Eecisinn ELINOR JONES. MRS. JONES, her mother. JEHU MIDDLETON. SCENE I ELINOR. Elinor Jones was sitting beside the fire and ostensibly reading a best-seller. How little her at- tention Was fixed was seen When she suddenly exclaimed, Dear me, I have such a dreadful time deciding What to do. If I can't make up my mind Whether or not to go to a silly party, how am I going to decide on the important things? MRS. JONES. Her mother bustled into the room in an authoritative fashion. My dear child, how you are Wasting your time. You telephoned, of course, to the Middletons, to say you are coming? ELINOR. Elinor shrugged her shoulders indifferently, and stared out of the Window. No, I haven't. I hardly think I Will. MRS. JONES. Her mother laughed indulgently and patted her daughter's hair. It doesn't matter as they said they expected you. ELINOR. It was evident from Elinor's expression that her mind was not at rest. MRS. JoNEs. But her mother settled the matter by pulling her to her feet. Go and get dressed, dear. You'll surely have a pleasant time. II3