Boston University - HUB Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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REMEMBER? C1D. Rainy days when you came into C. L. A. from a gust of cool anddamp, drip- ping wet, to find the lockers like long green walls with umbrellas perched fantas- tically on top, red and purple and green, like queer treetops. On the fourth floor just outside room 43 when you hung over the railing to see if Huse was coming up with yellow papers under his arm, the sigh of perfect satisfaction you heaved all the way from your erstwhile hesitant toes when he hadn,t, or the sinking sensation if- CSD. After ll A Banquet or a big Dramatic Club Play when nearly everyone had gone home, how big and empty and unlike its daytime self all C. L. A. seemed: a streak of light on the stairs leading from the Nfarble, then darkness beyond. C4-D. Crowds: Coming out of a theatre with music haunting you, lnid crowds of other folks talking of their best moments perhaps, color sensations coming back 'to you, and graceful movements. ' On Christmas day crowds hurrying in those last cold days before the holiday, packages hugged tight to keep them from slipping, cold wind and fur coats: breath- lessness in the air while through light drifts of snow you saw window displays and splashes of color in the holly of wayside shops. Or yet again station crowds at night, some of the people tired and silent, some laughing, with favorite papers tucked under their arms, with bag or brief-case or shopping bundles, hurrying toward the long waiting trains which clang impaticntlyg visions of home in everyone's mind, warmth and food and an evening out of the city. C5D. The whistle of the newsboy outside the subway entrance by the Public Library. C6D. Violet-sellers around Copley Square with the first hint of springdays, carrying baskets with great masses of sweet deep purple, and leaves green with freshness of a wet marsh. C'7D. Trainyards at night where tracks curved out away beneath the signal lights, and long trains passed with lighted windows and a furl of smoke - shadow and flame tintsg a sense of controlled power in steel and iron, of breadth, of strength, and majesty in Work. 16

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I fee... ilxfk X I 9 1 J U ,xt A L ASTRONOMY Lnwxs ALANSON BRIGIIAM 355 Highland Avenue, West Somerville, Massachusetts S.B., Boston Universitv, 1913, A.M. 19175 Graduate School, Boston University, 19l7g Harvard 'University 1917-. CIP B K, B 9 Il. ' Assistant Professor of Mathematics and Ast.ronomy. We fear violence in reviving the nhsentminded professor, but we beg to remind you of the one who took his ambitious astronomy class to breakfast at B. U.'s Copley Plaza. When the presiding Venus counted checks and noses it seemed that the count was not even. After much cross-questioning and search, we found the missing link in the professor's pocket. BIOLOGY ARTHUR WVISXVALD AVEYSSE 421 ,Marlborough Street, Boston, Massachusetts A.B. Harvard University, 18913 A.M., 1892, Ph.D., 1894-5 Universities of Leipzig, Berlin, and Paris, 1894--96, M.D., Basel, Switzerland, 1907. Professor of Biology. Dean of the Graduate School. 'What a charming truck-driver the Doctor would make. Picture the chagrin upon the countenance of some humble pedestrian who, forced to smile under a veritable barrage of personalities ranging all the way from a Slime-mould to a Simpetalae, turns him the other cheek in the direction of the receding vehicle, only to be stung with the final slap of - Is everything perfectly elear?', BRENTON ILEID LU'rz 49 Laurel Street, Melrose, Massachusetts S.B., Boston University, 19133 A.M., 191-1-,Ph.D., 1917. fl' B lx, B 9 ll. Assistant Professor of Biology. We eat in bacteriag we drink in bacteria: and- we live. lrVe take courses with Dr. Lutzg we take quizzes with Dr. Lutz, and - we live. We combine the bacteria, courses and quizzes, and strange to say, we live! Somehow we feel that the fault is not Dr. Lutz! Long may he battle 'gainst streptococci and sleepy students! 18