Wheelock College - Wheel Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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-,....,-, 7 - -7.--a Y '1..f,L,-..,,,l-an-ferns:-.1mvir W 'v'-in 'K'- 0- '-' ' wr-IEELOCK e r Then off to the dance floor each couple would Hee And oh! such a sight you never did see! h The eyes, how they twinkled! the dimples, how merry! The cheeks were like roses, in truth like a fairy! 4 The glances grew merrier, the laughter waxed gay, n 'Twas even heard said, CCI could dance night and day. There were fox trots, and one steps, and waltzes, one or two, A half-hour of Ja-Dal' and a bit of shimmying, too. Everyone was happy and the clock moved so fast, That soon it was time for a delicious repast, - So oH to the dining room each one did make' . To partake of salad, ice cream and cake. Then on with -the dance again! on with the fun! 'Til the clock in the town hall struck the hour of one, When 'C 'Til We lWeet Againi' was heard in the air Putting an end to this festival fair. Back to the dorm the cabs quickly went, - Carryingpeople quite weary and spent, v There still was laughter but now there were aches, ' Burning feet making smiles sad little fakes. A , c'Good-night and fcthank you and perhaps a gay whistle, And away went the suitors like the down of a thistle, But I heard someexplain, 'ere they drove out of sight, C'Sweet dreams to all and to all a good-night. ' h wANNIN'E MUELLER kg ZW

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WHEELOCK The Night of Prom 'Twas the night of the Prom, when all thro Wheelock Every maiden was stirring-oh! what a gay flock! The rouge and the powder were used with great care, In hopes that each maid would be fairer than fair: For some there were flowers, soft pinks, yellow and reds, XVhile visions of orchids danced thru the rest of our heads. Each girl for another had fastened the last hook, Had glanced in the mirror for a last approving look VVhen out in the Fenway there arose such a clatter, I rushed from my mirror to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the curtains and threw up the sash, IVhen what to my wondering eyes should appear But taxis galore -a sight rather queer- Each with a driver, short, fat, or tall, I knew 'twas the moment to be off for the hall. hlore rapid than eagles the suitors they came, And then there was tubing, and shouting, and calling hy name: Now, Fawcett! now, Klanson! now, Duffy and Greene! On Cochrane! on Scroggie! on Nancy and glean! To the first floor to greet him, then off to the hall! Now dash away, dash away, dash away all! So to the Somerset youths and maidens thev flew With hearts full of laughter and anticipation too. And then in a twinkling I heard a strange noise, The jazziest of jazz hands,--that giver of joys,- Wias jazzing and ragging with most peculiar sound, Vliihicli merely to hear made one's head go round. But 'ere there was dancing, there was someone to greet, Such charming patronesses, so gracious and sweet!

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80 . WHEELOCK An Heroic Tale It was on a most delightful Summerls day in which all green things seemed glad to be alive for there was naught to Klarr their beauty, that our Noble hero sat impatiently trying to Reed on a park bench while awaiting the arrival of his lady love. Not that it was an extraordinary thing for him to do, indeed Daly for a fortnight both had left their Holmes at precisely the same hour each afternoon. Qur hero made a striking appearance even to an unprejudiced eye, but to his own he was superb. He was clothed in a Brown Taylor made suit, a perfect fit,-you never would have believed he used to be quite the most impossible of village Hicks until he entered Cornell, where he learned to di Spence with his Loud manners and acquired the habit of quoting poetry to his ladies fair. ' Presently our hero espied her coming towards him. She always has two large St. Bernard dogs on a leash. She called them .lack- son and Jill son and although our hero declined to dislike anything belonging to Her, l think he harbored a grudge against those canines, for do you know just as he would get on his knees begging the hand of his lady, the beasts would slip shyly off and this heroic gentleman always ended the proposal in a merry QFD Chase after the pets. As to the heroine herself,-she was the slim willowy type, quite a Gibson girl. She adored Longfellow, but despised Kitchen work and anything to do with the butcher, Baker or Candlestick maker. But suffice it was for our hero that she sang like a Xightingale and loved naught but him. After the greeting our young man glanced hopefully toward the tranquil blue lake, half enveloped in a thin Hayes and suggested a quiet Rowe. Our lady discreet as always answered rather fearfully, c'Albee it, Sweetser, that Lord Robertson, my nephew once removed by marriage was dexterous in regatta, l myself hold a timerous feeling towards water in greater amount than that obtained from the Faw-