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

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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

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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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FOLLIES OF 1916 S. 453 Prime Minister Convention demands that We say something about the battery. 1t'd break Sam Atkins' heart if We didn't. Bring out the armyllllll Chorus men enter, dressed as battery boys Cboy scout suits, etc.D . Band plays military march, I Didn't Raise My Stand To Go To Bridgeport. They drill prettily, wig wag love messages to audience, etc. Band Urnplah, umplah, umplah, umplah. Battery Boys VVe're the men quite military, We are hairy, We are scary In our pretty corset model uniform. We are dainty as a fairy, But they 've found it necessary To print instruction books in euniform. While the drill has never bored usfi We admit the News has floored us With the stuff they ask us all to memorize. You can beat us, you can fine us, You can kick us or confine us, But welll never hear commands Without surprise. Captain Frank Scott Awgwan-yeeeeh whoop! The company presents arms, shoulders arms, drops guns, bayonets each other and one thing and another. Chorus Don't blame the battereeee, If we act kind of simpuleeee! We 're not responsipul For the prime official bull That they feed us, and they read us, America we love you. If we didn't we'd all be free. Ushers laugh here. you 'll agree. salutes,