Wheelock College - Wheel Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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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-

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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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-1. WHEELOCK p s 81 I 1 cett, yet as your Ward it will be Wright for one with such strength of sinew .as you, Canlet no harm come to me. CCI offer my love as my Bondf' he replied in true knightly fashion. The boat slipped off down the stream. After they had gone for a while our hero felt that he would be at a better advantage if they -were to land on an island near by. They found a charming spot under a weeping willow tree. Now came the chance. He knew his words well. How many times before the mirror he had rehearsed again and again. He Cald well it is, we alighted here my budding lily, for my heart Burns with eagerness to tell you a deep secret. It is for your hand in marriagethat I plead. Keep me waiting not for your answer, but if you love me truly, sing from your trilling throat. sweet notes, and I shall know that all-is well. Uur heroine shy as she was about water was ever so 'brave in love, and she sung clearly, c'Do Remy -but alas, she never got further for as she turned she saw an expression of agonized fear on the face of our hero. , - Myst.ified shejumped up quickly, but as she did so she caught her hair i'n a spider's Webb. As she attempted to disentangle herself she felt the hot Breath of a Wolfe on her face. She was paralyzed as he began to Crouch as if to Spring on our hero. A He, shaking with fright whispered, She is more tender, Ah, So Young and sweetf' I ' 'cSpeer 'em, Kellamf' shrieked our heroine, but all was lost on this most heroic masculine. He had dashed to the brink and had thrown himself in, there to let the Waterbury him forever-or at least until he could swim around the boat. - :xc as fx: 'flVIy dear, I thought -you never would come. I was getting so bored, sighed our heroine laughing. Qur hapless hero peered out of the water just in time to hear that beast say, HI waited for the psychological movement all right. Do you think he got on to the disguise?,'