Wheaton College - Nike Yearbook (Norton, MA)

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The Larcom Elite At Wheaton on Fridays at half after four You'll see a huge auto drawn up at the door. The reason? Why ask it? ’Tis Larcom Elite Away for the week-end, their usual feat. In caps and in bonnets, their finest array, (The Elite all look stunning when going away) They step in the motor to start on their trip Each one of them carrying a shiny black grip. And while other poor mortals remain here to grind, The Larcom Elite some other joys find. Till Monday at nine they return for a rest And, worn to a rag, try to study with zest!

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Che Cragics Above the gentle reader sees A motley group of tragedies But they are merely in disguise Because their place of lodging les In Tragedy Alley. Katie seems to have gone quite mad, But why? Just because she has had To give us demerits, we were so bad. Under that mammoth head there hides “Baby Dos’ with the blasé eyes! Household Ec., messes she could not bake, So a mess of her life our ‘Pin’ will make! What is more tragic than Dotty the Grind, And Peg who seems to leave college behind? Judging from ‘“‘Cutie’s” giggle gay, She’s no reason to drown her life away. Anna has no need of a rope. Her marks are higher than most could hope. To prison stripes our Wilie did fall, To pay for late dashes down the hall! Of all the tragedies these lines unfurl Gin thinks the worst is a homely girl! But be assured, in reality, They all are a happy family!

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fi: : Di i s | Sophomores 1921 Class Song (Words and Music by Bethiah F. Waterman) I II Long years ago when we wore braids, Oh, one is for the spirit of our class, And the paddle was the rule, That binds us as one for aye, We used to dream of profs and days Nine is no, from first to last, When college would be our school; Not a college like ours to-day; They tried to scare us many a time, Two is for dear 719 and us, With hazing, rules and demerits; Together we make one, How green we’d be, and as small as a dime, 1—9—21, like our violet we trust How hard we’d work for credits. We-will ever be loyal to Wheaton. CHORUS Dear old college days, We’ve dreamt of thee always, And now that we’re here, Oh, Wheaton dear, We'll never regret how we just had to stick to it Dear old Wheaton days, Every heart repays, Wheaton, here’s to you!