Wheelock College - Wheel Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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2 1 5 I 4 l W H E E L o C K 51 1 1 ff . , 4' ,j ' V '-if Cynffii., 'W 'JZ.fLf'i4f 'ti-2t'4f '1 x. 'C AM 1 7' , I DOROTHY WRIGHT H N W Who is it comes from Natick town 1 . With eyes and coat, and bag of brown.. Never down cast but with smile and song? It is Dorothy CWDright, and never, wrong. I 29 West Central St., Natick, Mass S MURIEL YGUNG To teas and prorns she joyfully goes How Muriel loves the dances and shows. V Who is she with? But nobody knows, - For Muriel's favored with various beaus. 81 Nashua-St., Milford, N. H 1 l r. l I My RW

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1 I 52 WHEELOCK A fllii Bluhing memory nf LAURA LITTLE AND LILLIAN STANLEY L V. , Somewhere-there blossomed far far away, A beautiful red, red rose, 1 Gladdening a heart every live long day, So matehless and radiant, so happy and gay, 1, Oh wondrous, delicate Rose! Somewhere-there bloomed in a garden fair, ' a A Violet, tender and blue, Q' Brightening the life of each Hower there, - E ' So fragrant and winsome, so loving and rare, Uh Violet, gentle and true! Somewhere-there dawned a blessed new day Q In the spot where our garden grows, When into that garden chanced to stray, li y ' So sunny and cheerful, so happy and gay, l This dear little Violet and Rose. A But soon, Someone gathered these flowers small, T The Violet first-then Rose, A To bloom in the love-liest garden of all, No more shall they wither, no more shall they fall, ' Oh gloriouf Violet, and Rose! l BEULAH M. SWEETSER.