Wilson College - Conococheague Yearbook (Chambersburg, PA)

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VoL.17 THE CONOCOCHEAGUE 27 Junior History It is a ,I2-'Cl' Wilsonite, And she stoppeth all of three- : v 1 ' 10, 1.3, I-1-1 She says. Now list to melw UNO, no, we can't, quoth one and all, K'The hockey game is on, And we have Math and Psych to do, Before the day is gone. She holds them with her glittering eye, The classes stand quite still, And listen like a three-year child To ,12, who has her will. There is a wood not far from here, Which I did chance espyg I liked it well, I took a walk, That I might pass it by. 'Twas twelve o'clock when I reached there, But I was not afraid, I saw a light and followed it, And now I feel repaidf' The classes three, they tare their hair, Yet cannot choose but hear, And thus spake on that Wilsonite- Oh ,I2, she has no fear. As I stood still and watched that light, I saw three hags come near, All bent and crabbed with old age, Yet each one was a seer. The first was robed in purest white, She was the Past, it seemed. The next was clad in emerald green- The Present, so I deemed. The first and last, she Wore a robe As black as black could be, To the Future pointed with her hand, And in that hand, a key. Ulfilh apologies ia Coleridgej And yet there were some more to come, Oh, they were gruesome, tool They gathered 'round the three first hags, I watched what they would do. 'AAt length they formed a circle, large, Around a boiling pot, Therein they threw all kinds of things- The substance-I knew not. The Past then rose, outstretched her hand, The circle stopped quite still, I looked and listened, all intent, While the white one spoke her will. 'K 'Beholdf she said, 'both one and all What this pot will reveal! For I am here to tell the Past Of ,I2 which then I seal. 4' 'Shl-new I look within the pot- Yes! Tis a ball, I see, It bubbles, falls-but now on top- Ah, now I have the key! 'That ball-it is a hockey ball, 'Tis painted blue and white, It tosses, twists and turns around, W'hich shows that ,12 can ight. K' 'But better still-ah, this is good! See on the ball two V'sl Please let me now disclose to you, That this means victories! 'The ball now grows and it expands, It is a leathern one, Basketball, too, must take a turn, When hockey is quite done. 'Ahl-soroini, sorota-what is this? Bonzai, bonzai, bon-bon-zai!- A little boy, who does not move, And who will never die.

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28 THE CONOCOCHEAGUE VoL.17 Junior History, continued 'Yet-ye witches-,tis as I thought, I see the true connection, Across his body in blue and green Is written- the Even's Protectionf 'K tThe water now boils over him, And next I see a gate, It opens to the Princess' School. Where ,I2 first met her fate. 4The gateway also dies away, The Past I now will seal, The green one comes to take my place The Present to revealf t'The Past, who was so white and pale, Went back into the ring, The Present rose to take her place, And thence began to sing- AI wave my stick, the pot doth boil, I keep it burning hot, 71275 Present I have come to tell- Oh, this it is my lot. L' 'I see a ball-the hockey ball, Which for the Past did come, The V's are gone, and in their stead- Defeat-but keep it mum! U 'Yet this defeat is very dim, It seems to disappear. I close my eyes, I open them Next year, 'twill not be here. 'The caldron shows a Promenade, With dancing girls and men. fAnd next I see a grove in spring And there the May-day play, 'Tis a success-a great success- There're others yet, they say. 'All these are but fleeting glimpses, The caldron now cools down, On top I see this word remain- Hope-for future renownf The Present with that retreated, The Future came to view, A And slowly she, with pointed hand, Her task began to do. Backward and forward moved her arm, The caldron turned to stone, But yet-be still!-it turned again, And then began to moan. HI watched, I looked, and then I saw An image, dear to me. The Future stooped and murmured chants, And then she used her key. Thenceforth the god began to speak, And this, ye friends, he said- 'For 112-SUCCESS, Renown, Respect-' And then he was as dead. t'The Future, still with pointed hand, Moved back into the ring, When she came to the accustomed place, They all began to sing. 'fMy friends, if you would like to hear, Some come from State, some come from Says '12- for you I'll hum PIN, The lines of what those witches sang- While others come from Penn. 'Twas 'Hail Palladiuml' U The Wilsonite, who thus spake so, Begins to move away, One of the classes goes with her, The others, not-they say! X