Lyr Add: The Vassar Hygiene Song

Subject: Lyr Req: She told me so
From: Haruo
Date: 16 Dec 02 - 01:16 AM

There's a song in Song Fest (the 1954 edition redacted by Dick & Beth Best, anyway) called "She Told Us So" or "She Told Me So" (or at least with a refrain that starts that way. I can't find my Song Fest so I can't cite chapter and verse, and I can't seem to find it in the DT. It is, in part, reminiscent of My gal's a corker, she's a New Yorker, but it's not the same.

Parts of it as I recall go:

How she always used to rave
...
in the lectures that she gave
how to beha-a-a-ave
Now we always take our bath
even if we miss our math
How in the world do you know that?
She told us so.

Now we are older,
we take it colder
up to the shoulder,
what if we mou-o-oulder
This we must do every day
Otherwise we pass away
How in the world do you know that?
She told us so.

Let us pause in admiration
of maternal abnegation
in Amoeba's propagation
of her genera-a-ation.

something rhyming "little rabbits" with "scientific mating habits"

How we always used to hate
to be told to sit up straight

and the recurrent end to each stanza

How in the world do you know that?
She told us so.

And then there are a bunch of college-specific stanzas about dating partners, ending the same way but "me" instead of "us", such as the one I cited in the "Corker" thread about MIT girls, and others like

My gal's from Thmith,
Thee talkth like thith
...
And in my future life,
she's going to be my wife.
How in the world do you know that?
She told me so.

My guy's from Yale,
He went to jail
for drinking too much
gin - ger a-a-ale
And in my future life,
I'm going to be his wife.
How in the world do you know that?
I told him so. (?)

I would have thought by now everything in the '54 Song Fest would have been DT'd, but I guess not.

Haruo

Subject: Lyr Add: 'She Told Me So'
From: NH Dave
Date: 16 Dec 02 - 05:59 PM

As a spin off from My Girl's a Corker, from Song Fest edited by Dick and Beth Best




My girl's from Vassar

None can supass her

She is the stroke on

Her Varsity crew


Chorus

But in my future life

She's gona be my wife

How in the world do I know that?

She told me so.


My girl's from Smith

She talks like thith

????

????

Chorus


My guy's in the DOC*

He taught me how to ski

I skiied right up a tree

And now he won't look at me

Chorus



*Dartmouth Outing Club - a group of outdoor oriented men organized at Dartmouth College, in Hanover, NH, dedicated to outdoor sports, skiing, hiking, blonds, drinking, brunettes, drinking, red heads, drinking, and other forms of outdoor enjoyment which will leave to your own imagination.


Dave

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: 'She Told Me So'
From: Haruo
Date: 16 Dec 02 - 06:13 PM

Thanks Dave, but that's only a small fraction of the lyrics I am sure are there. If you have the book in front of you (can't find mine) would you mind posting the whole thing? I started a Lyr Req thread on this yesterday, with some but by no means all of the rest of it.

Haruo

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: 'She Told Me So'
From: Haruo
Date: 16 Dec 02 - 06:15 PM

And are you sure it's not "She is the stroke of the Varsity Crew?"

Haruo

Subject: ADD: Vassar Hygiene Song
From: Joe Offer
Date: 16 Dec 02 - 06:56 PM

Well, Haruo, maybe Dave didn't post the entire song because it's TOO DAMN LONG! Thank heaven for Mr. Scanner. He doesn't mind posting it.
-Joe Offer-

VASSAR HYGIENE SONG

Oh, we never used to bathe till we heard the Doctor rave
In the lectures that she gave how to behave;
Now we take our daily bath even though we miss our math.
How in the world do you know that? She told us so.
When we grow older, than we'll be bolder,
We'll take it colder, up to the shoulder.
This we must do every day, even though we pass away.
How in the world do you know that? She told us so.

Oh, we always used to weep when we heard the chickens peep
In the boiled eggs that we eat every old week,
Now we eat them every day; pepper takes the taste away.
How in the world do you know that? She told us so.
When we grow bolder, we'll take them older,
Hotter or colder, what if they moulder?
Nothing but the egg is lacking; still we have the sawdust packing.
How in the world do you know that? She told us so.

Oh, we always used to hate to be told to sit up straight;
Now our posture's simply great, early and late.
Keep your head up and your waist in, don't forget about your chin.
How in the world do you know that? She told us so.
When we grow older, we won't be told to
Keep a straight shoulder- it'll come natural.
When you bend up like a bow, where do all your organs go?
All of this you ought to know; she told us so.

Let us pause in admiration of the racial obligation,
And amoeba's propagation of his generation,
'Twas an epoch-making spasm, rent in twain his protoplasm.
How in the world do you know that? She told us so.
As he grew older, the sea grew colder,
Making him strong to linger no longer.
He developed respiration, then maternal abnegation,
Hence the present generation; she told us so.

Let us sing in dulcet tones all about the new hormones
That have taught our little rabbits scientific mating habits,
In each sexless little cell, bashfull bunnies do quite well;
How in the world do you know that? She told us so.
As they grow older, they will grow bolder,
No more sterility, only fertility,
They will never be frustrate, but will only propagate,
And maintain that high birth rate; she told us so!

She goes to Vassar, none can surpass her,
She is the stroke on the varsity crew.
And in my future life, she's gonna be my wife.
How in the world do you know that? She told me so.

My girl's from Thinith, thhe talkth like thith,
Thhe taught me how to kith, I love her tho,
And in my future life, etc.

My girl's from Holyoke, she taught me how to smoke,
She knows a dirty joke, now I know one too.

My girl's from Radcliffe, she is a big stiff,
And she gets sore at me when I tell her so.

My girl's from Wheaton, she takes a beatin',
And when she's feeling good, I take one too.

My girl's from Skidmore, she is an awful bore,
She never knows the score, boy don't I know!

My girl's from Middlebury, she is extraordinary,
She's built just like a fairy, three hundred pounds or so.

My girl's from Wellesley, she always tells me
I'm bats in the belfry, but I love her anyhow.

My girl's from MIT, she is a travesty,
Girls who go for engineering are not so hot appearing.

My girl's from Alpha XI, says her only drink is tea,
But she isn't fooling me, I've seen her sip a brew or two.

My girl's from PJC, I taught her how to ski,
Nov she's sitting in a tree, two hundred feet below.

My girl's from Conneticut, she knows her etiquette,
She taught me how to pet, now I do it too.

(falsetto:)
My man's from DOC*, he taught me how to ski,
He wrapped me 'round a tree, and now won't even look at me.
And in my future life I'm gonna be his wife.
How in the world does he know that? I told him so.

My man's from Yale, he lands In jail,
From drinking too much gin—-ger ale.

Source: Song Fest (Dick and Beth Best, 1948)

*Dartmouth Outing Club

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: 'She Told Me So'
From: Haruo
Date: 17 Dec 02 - 12:26 AM

Thank you Joe! I'm fond of that song (looks like it didn't change much from '48 to '54), though I don't have it all memorized, and when (as at the moment) I'm out of touch with my Song Fest's location, I don't feel entirely entire.

Haruo

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: 'She Told Me So'
From: GUEST,Dave Williams
Date: 17 Dec 02 - 04:07 AM

Slight variation on the Wellesley verse, from MIT, 1958:

My girl's from Wellesley, she always tells me,
That she's so clean and pure, somehow I'm not so sure,
etc.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: 'She Told Me So'
From: Midchuck
Date: 17 Dec 02 - 07:30 AM

Careful, there! Kristina (Mizchuck) is a Middlebury graduate (as am I).

I don't think you want to piss her off.

Be afraid. Be very afraid.

Peter.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: The Vassar Hygiene Song
From: GUEST,WILLOBIE
Date: 26 Apr 12 - 08:06 PM

MacDonald College in Ste. Anne de Bellevue, McGill's Agriculture campus, used to also be the elementary education faculty until it became a bachelor's degree program on the main Montreal campus. My girlfriend had been there before moving on to McGill for her B.Ed. (we thought that was funny). This was in 1955-56. The MacDonald Lass song was:

I am a pretty lass, I go to M A C,
I wear the green and gold, right on my shoulder.
And in my future life, I'm going to be his wife!
How does he know? I told him so.

When we go walking, I do the talking,
He does the squeezing, I do the pleasing.
And in my future life, I'm going to be his wife!
How does he know? I told him so.

Sorry. My girl only knew two verses, or these were the only ones she would share with me.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: The Vassar Hygiene Song
From: GUEST
Date: 26 Apr 12 - 10:51 PM

Suggested tune...original link is broken.

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Fixed - (Click here). -Joe Offer, Mudcat Archivist-

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: The Vassar Hygiene Song
From: GUEST,Anon
Date: 08 Nov 15 - 05:25 PM

I,m a girl from vasser
Where there are no men.
It,s lights out at nine o,clock
And candles out at ten.m

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: The Vassar Hygiene Song
From: GUEST
Date: 29 Mar 20 - 06:48 PM

She wears my bvds, I wear her scanties

That's all I remember from the song we sang in the 50's.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: The Vassar Hygiene Song
From: EBarnacle
Date: 30 Mar 20 - 02:52 PM

Seems as though you were both very drunk or high. Perhaps in a hurry to get dressed for some reason?