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Show SororiadDeclare 0 Muse, in what ill-fated hour Sprung Pan-Hellenic, from what offendedpower? Whence came her Rushing Rules forFreshman Maid,Whom, all unaware, fair sorors raid With galaxies of "movies bats," "busts,"tango teas, Elaborate luncheons: English, Dutch,Chinese; And make the dear sweet Freshie flunkwith E's?Ye studes and non-studes, Give ear to this my tale, Which I shall wail. All hail!!One Clytaemnestra, trained in everygrace,Made unmatched in manners as in face, Skilled in cosmetic art-a prize for fair- Left home. Oh, Clytaemnestra was abear!Upon the Orem Inter-urban train, Beneath a tres chic little turban plain, Our Clytaemnestra came. With oggling eyes the catalog shescanned,Then registered her pedigree as planned: First step to fame.Then Pan-Hellenic met in session long, And thought to entertain the Freshmanthrong.So were they notified, (And sorors likewise deified.)The day came.Just so did Clytaemnestra-Nails pruned and polished,Hair be-coiffed and brilliantined,Her spit curls spat in place,And spiffy spats upon her bas-ic feet, size 6 double E.Perambled artfullyApace, our wily Clytaemnestra.And Clytie scored some hit.Ont Clyta e m i e s Tr a . . Oh Clytae rn neifra i/i/as a¦BHRC196 |
