DYouville College - DYouvillian Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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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

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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 1 HE v.fOUVILLIAN sa M T tx . GF ' if I4 , V! 5:1 ' I Xxx . I l x 5. 1 I MISERIA I exult! I prance I leap, I shout for very joy! My azure orbs glint with the laughter Of carefree, mirthfliving youth. My feet encased in dainty cowhide, Clog the light fantastic Over the downy carpet of asphalt. But suddenly I see a sorry sight Which sickens the very soul of me. My pedal extremities falter-fail! Why move them? Ave let them stay thcre till they take root And can never be transplanted. 'Twould be a fate less cruel Than that which now assails me. My soul struggles to rise triumphant Over disaster, but the ebon wings of Care, dull care, o'erwhelm and strangle it. I sink in a graceful pose on the curbstone, The light of my life extinguishedf O cruel Fate! O dire Destiny! O sight unspeakable-- The smirking tail light of the Eighteiifteen Connecticut, dashing away, Unmindful of my pleas, My moans, my piteous cries. And, oh, ye gods! I've Latin At twenty minutes of nine! One evening some dear little Freshmen Decided to go for a swim, This account will not be tragic, No one of our class fell in. The reason was most explicit, No one of our class could go, Because they had not a certificate- Which, at the pool, they must show. Before exams they shake and quail For all is deep suspense, After exams they weep and wail For now comes dire expense. 135