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Show ONIAH Sorores at Sorest This is the tale of Sally Soller, Who came to the "U" decidedly "scholar. For three long years she rated "A's" Then suddenly Sally changed her ways. She didn't know how to "strut her stuff" Her hair and nails were in the rough, But Sally had her share of pluck And heretofore her due of luck, She made a tour of observation Gave the local male sensation And female, too, the wise once-over. Did the view make her feel lower? Not a minute! Home she goes Cuts her hair, buys silk hose Creams her face, lays on the rouge, Dabs the lipstick, buys some shoes (Silly models, heels too high) Cocks her hat on one eye, Hits the campus with a scream, Laughs at men, calls them green. High-hats girls, they're not her class, (Sally was a canny lass!) Was she rushed? Well, my dear, This was Sally's banner year; Became a sister (She got by A purist member on the sly) Certain sisters thought her "wild," Others fust a "clever child" Sally winked and joined a frat (She'd tried everything but that) Why was Sally such a riot? She had brains but kept them quiet! II 271 7L 0 u n d Up 71 u m b e r |
