THE BOOK OF THE CLASS OF NINETEEN-ELEVEN
**A dean, a dean!”’ Miss Thomas cried,
And sent for Marion Crane.
“Come live with us,’ Miss Garret plied,
‘And help us to maintain
An atmosphere
Of joy and cheer.”
Hoby has realised the ambition of her life
To live in England as a bishop’s wife,
To dispense good spirits, as it were,
To the poor and suffering living there.
Potter, with love of intellect supreme,
Now percolates in the cream
Of Chicago’s most brilliant set;
Cleverest of all, and strong on etiquette.
- John Richardson has better chance to show her wit,
Assistant to Miss Jeffers and has far worse a fit
When those horrid student crooks
Run off, and steal away her books.
Isabelle Miller’s wedding was a great event.
The hour came—the hour went.
The groom was in an awful state
To think his bride could be so late.
Best of athletes—our Emmy;
I had a letter from her semi—
Drowned in ink—which therefore tells
Nothing of how she is, what she does, or where she dwells.
Alpine, with jolly songs and dancing,
Is a Broadway queen entrancing.
She quite out-shines the fair McCoy—to the joy
Of college man, and Haverford boy.
