From a songbook distributed June 1, 1943, at the Roble Farewell Dinner (sent in by Betsy Rabbitt Pomeroy, '46)
Song of Colleges
Sing a song of colleges,
Tell us where to go.
Oxford where the knowledge is,
Cornell where they row,
Harvard for her blooming swells,
Yale for pluck and vim,
Dear old Princeton for her sports,
But Stanford for her men.
Sing a song of colleges,
Tell us where to go.
Caltech where the knowledge is,
UCLA for her show,
SC for her football team,
Cal where they let you in.
Stanford is the place for me.
To HELL with the rest of them.
Encina Lies Over the Campus
Encina lies over the campus
Encina is no place to be
Encina men all come to Roble
But none of them come to see me.
Send me, send me,
Send me a good-looking man to see.
Send me, send me,
O send me a good-looking man!
Roble Tries to Be a Mother
Roble tries to be a mother
To us who are away from Ma
She protects us from all evil
Except perhaps hysteria.
As the guardian of our morals
To her we dedicate this song
After all, with one two-thirty*
It's a cinch we can't go wrong.
*Frosh women could stay out until 2:30 a.m. on the one "late leave" they were granted per quarter.
