I recently purchased a 1946 issue of the Anchora off eBay, and I'm loving reading all the old articles! One of the best parts was the inclusions of the winners of a DG songwriting contest, including this song by Dorothy Gerow Robbins, Alpha Sigma:
"She'll Be a Delta Gamma"
(Tune:
She'll Be Comin' Round the Mountain)
Oh, she'll be a Delta Gamma if she tries;
Oh, she'll wear a golden anchor by and by;
On other Freshman she's an edge,
And now she is a pledge;
So she'll be a Dee Gee just as you and I.
Oh, she'll be an upper classman by and by,
A state which law and custom glorify;
She will sagely cogitate,
And make rules to govern dates,
With which all mere underclassmen must comply.
Oh, she'll graduate at last as years roll by,
A fact that might with reason make her sigh;
But perhaps she's passed the candy,
And has a husband handy;
Then it won't be quite so hard to say good-bye.
An alumna she is now can't be denied,
Although she may feel still quite young and spry;
But the actives call her "missus,"
And in whispers ask who this is,
And expect at least that she act dignified.
Now in conclusion may we prophesy,
If to Timbuctoo or farther she should hie,
Our love will always find her;
Ties of friendship still will bind her,
And she'll be a Delta Gamma till she dies.
Soooo cute!
