Yale University - Sheffield Scientific School Yearbook (New Haven, CT)

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FOLLIES or 1916 s. F451 Court Jester If that's a queen, I'm a socialist. Prime Minister Villagers-for I feel I know you too well to call you gentle- men. The king is going to raffle off his daughter, preferably to Milburn, or Scott, or any of the nobility. However, anybody with money enough to enable him to get to New York may compete. Enter Lorenzo, the I talian Count QBob DeVecchiD. Lorenzo, blowing upon his lnte Cas per H esselineyeris leetilresj I Wander lonely as a cloud My ragtime heart is breaking! Those syneopated pangs of love Have set that organ aching. I love the daughter of the king And so Cyea bob I forthwith sing That ragtime, ragtime melody of love. All I-Ie loves the fair Fatima!! The syncopated dreamah ! I King What- Insolence- Ho- Throw- Him- In- The- DUNGEON I ! l So there. Stalwafrt vessels QGilfillan, and DelVIottD rush at Lorenzo. He breaths lute over their heads, thereby tickling them into help- lessness. Stubs Prime Minister with lariat. Elopes with Fatima in Tommy Ogden 's ear, on foot.

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450 HISTORY OF 1916 S. One thousand bucks Cor so they sayj For working Washingto11's birthday, And so this anniverseray Of Marvin 's exit far away Is made a day of joy and play. Perhaps the king will pass this way. All Here comes the king ! ! l ll King CHod Wilcoxj enters, clothed in Alec Patten 'S dress snit. King I am the king of Sheffield town, Or pretty damn near to it. The funny thing is, all put down, I never even knew it. But let me tell them what to do- And watch the scullions do it. Chief Scnltion CBill Deckerj turns soinersantt. Enter aged Prinie Minister CAlec Pattenl. Prime Minister Damn this poetry stuff. Where 's the king? Ah yes, trying to borrow a cigarette from the villagers. I-Iey, whatell's the idea of taking that dress suit.- I just got it from DeMott myself. And what's the hunch of all this noise anyway. If this is a holiday, let's make the three-one fast freight for the city. Court Jester CAl Bradleyj That's the primest minister I ever listened to. King I-Iold, noble minister, And can that language sinister. The time has come I deem a Day suited well for marrying That dame who has been harrying Q My mind. Our fair Fatima! Enter Princess Fatima, daughter of the king CLee Brewery She dances blithesomety.

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452 HISTORY OF 1916 S. All My gosh that man is tough. Heck! Doggone, he is a roughneck. Qflurtainj ACT II Scene in the wilderness, Sloane Lab in the background. Enter comedians CShaffer, Wliite, Hettlerj disguised as peasa-nts. Shaffer and H ettler do acrobatics, breaking marble slabs over each others' heads withont apparent pain. White meanwhile saws a hole in the ftoor just behind Hettler. H ettler turns, exclaiining, C'-And you're the guy that mussed my bed. Falls in trap. Great applause. Enter hing and retinne. King Come hither, peasant, And forthwith pray, As they taught thee once at the Y. M. C. A. Your end will be unpleasant If you do not forthwith loudly say, Vllhether a Ford with a black-eyed jay, And the fair Fatima passed this way. Peasant We have walked ten miles in the snow and slush, And mud, and sand, and dust, and slush, On the way to the lab, But I'm damned if the party perceived such a crush ln a cab. J ester We 've missed the count. CGrapples with gnardsj Second Peasant QShafferj Since Hrst you spoke, I've been thinking hard CI'm naturally built that Way.j That guy, the count, hangs out at the Garde F CI know the bunch who do, you bet.j So if it isn't raided yet, You 'll find old Bob with the VVith the