DYouville College - DYouvillian Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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THE 9 1925-WX -il. r ,.iQUVILLIA 3 To A FRESHM.-KN! Latin student, Latin student, Don't you cry, don't you cry! Trot a little harder, trot a little harder, You'll get by fmaybej, you'll get by. Tell me not in mournful numbers Logic marks below the line! Grant me rather, happy slumbers Telling me 'twas ninety-nine. Not enjoyment, and not pleasure Is our destined end or way, But to study hard and harder, Lest we flunk out any day. F stands for freshman, green and untaught Straight from a prep school, she really knows naught, She's with us four seasons For manifold reasons-- And we wonder if then she knows aught? Said Bob in the tree: 'Tm a monk at the zoo. Said Bob on the ground: Then I'm glad I'm not you. Said Bob in the tree: But you are my brother, And if I am a monkey, you're surely another! MAIDEN'S PRAYER CBEFORE EXAMSQ When I'm sitting, scared, in the study hall, And before me there stretches a great blank wall, Grant that the prism and parallel plane Will straighten themselves in my twisted brain, Send me some Logic, some Chemistry, too- Send me Greek verbs-all I need to get through, Send me some marks lofty and grand, None of the low ones so base and sad. Send a cheerful thought if my head grows dour-- But let me be serious for this hour. fBecause after the hour I may leavej 133

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W ! uvn, fx -me 910 MAN 19-as X I 4:4 Q 2' is , X W ts x. I at X, 1 ,., SOLILOQUY or ETC. Nothing to do but logic and trig, Nothing to feed but the fish. Nowhere to go but to school every day, Which isn't at all what I wish. Nothing to see but seniors in gowns, With undergrads scattered around. Nothing to wash in but sinks and the like, In which if I fell I'd be drowned. Since there's nothing to do but to die When one departs from this valley of fears, I'll keep living my own little common place life Where at least there's the comfort of tears. A cut or two mid weeks of faithfulness, Cures both a fever and lethargickness. FRESHMAN TO SENIOR: I'm glad that I am only me And glad that you are you. If you were me and I were thee, What would we ever do? To think your thoughts instead of mine Wotild so perplexing be! And so I'm glad that you are you And I am only me. PORTRAIT or A FRESHMAN. Vkfithin her glove, she wore a hand, Between her ears, a face, Beneath her hat there was a head- And in her head was space. 1SN'T 1T THE DICKENS? According to Great Expectations, Our Mutual Friend found Oliver Twist in the Old Curiosity Shop with David Copperfield reading The Tale of Two Cities in Pickwick Papers. 132

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W f QUVILLIA ' --1 EQ Who has not heard of those drastic declensions And who has not laboured with polyfdimensionsg Who has not shuddered when chemical mixtures Reacted, exploded and damaged the fixtures, Who has not struggled with genders and tenses Until one is nearly devoid of one's senses: Who has not striven to fathom a theory And found one's cerebrum dull, empty and dreary: Who has not quivered as she volunteered And what satisfaction when everyone cheered, Who has escaped a request for an article, Or attempting to write one knew nary a particle, If you cannot place these events in your history, Yours is a strange one and you are a mystery! THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS I stood on the bridge at daybreak, As the clock was striking the hour,- While the street car lost all motion, And halted to wait for power. And like the waters rushing Upon the wooden pier Came a thought of the class I was missing, And I furtively dried a tear. How often, oh, how often, In the days that have gone by Have I told that selffsame story, And echoed that self'same sigh. How often, oh, how often Have I wished that the ebbing tide Could offer excuse for my lateness, Whenever those streetfcars died, BALLAD OF THE CONNECTICUT BELT There are cars that make us weary, There are cars that make us wait, There are cars that are not worth a token, There are cars that ever make us late, There are cars that have a cold interior With a passing draught from front to back, But the cars that we seek much excuse for Are the cars that run oif track. 134