DYouville College - DYouvillian Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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f . QUVILLI me gi AN 'Sirk Marie Burke at the piano- Mandalay rends the air-Loretta Finn imitates the Dolly sisters--Junior and Freshman dance-Alphilde distributes ad. contracts- Clare in pursuit of the elusive X-Celina displays pennants and pillows-Isabel pleads for an explanation of the Methods -Genevieve distributes blotters-Maw garet McMahon arrives from morning constitutional Special Delivery, Marie - Music ceases abruptly-Loretta plays All Alone --Genevieve calls for Alpha Sigma dues- What is a word in three letters meaning a wellfknown ship? Not knowing can't state -julia Carey enters with Morning Courier of sophomoric origin-Marie folds letter with beatificsmile-Margaret becomes the orchestra--Marie makes conf fidences to Loretta while dancing-Loyola works on her original cross word puzzle- Cora looks up from The White Monkey to say Yes, very good -Ogie looks on day dreaming-Gong sounds--Music stops- Where is my gown? -quiet-another class descends ad infinitum. OUR ANTHOLOGY OF NONSENSE Une jolie fille d'Youville Hfttens ad school, . Vcnit in tarde Et cassait un rule. A head is a lovefully thing to have, To be sure, I'm certain of that, sir. For had I no head upon which to depend, h What would I do with my hat, sir? Little Sally fell down stairs, Broke her neck and split her knee. Funeral's at four. O how sad! Now we can't have Fred to tea. There was a young lady named Tilly, Who thought that to study was silly, But exams came her way, And she learned with dismay, That the sum of her knowledge was nilly. 130

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W bf- ..fOUVILLIAN M i 5 THE V 92,5-NX There was an old man named Tmesis Who thought TNT was for nieces. He called little Floy Said, Here, Floy, is a toy, And the shock of it blew her to pieces. When telling things to Simon Brown You must always write them down- ' Else your telling's all in vain. Things you speak, as to another, Go in one ear, out the other, Because there's nothing in betwane ! There are some folks, I have heard say, Who in a. very generous way Bestow freely every day,--- Their time. It matters not how much they gave, They are the kind who always save, They give it even to the grave- Their time. They give to rich, they give to poor, They give to Christian, pagan, Moor, They lay it even at your door- Their time. These folks not only give, they take , Their natures make, and also break, Those kindly souls on whom they fake- Their time. The only thing that these folks spend, The only thing that these folks lend, Is that which serves their own best end Their time. Said Horace one day to his friends far and near I'm quite happy with pancakes and peas, How he ever stayed single's a puzzle to me, Since he was so easy to please! l 3 l