University of Pittsburgh - Owl Yearbook (Pittsburgh, PA)

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I WONDER if the Sphinx is never one of us, if she is always distant, forbidding, an idol before whom we crouch with swaying censors. When snow piles ankle-deep along the Drive, when crystal sycamores and maples glitter against a winter-blue sky, her proud features arc softened under the cold drifts, and we who climb the hill forget her. Jeweled slippers patter up the steps of the Mosque; fragile melodies wing through the halls and sway over her, but she is stern, silent, apart. February sleet and cold March rains slant against her bronzes, and students still hurry toward Alumni, busy with umbrellas and lumpy brief eases. Perhaps she shivers and dreams fitfully of slow moving caravans on endless sands and of swaying palms that fringe blue waters where a white tropic sun lies mirrored. Darting cabs and jangling street cars and the never-ending bustle of students, she must hate when she longs for the gong to prayer from some distant minaret. But April comes and a willow waves feathery branches against the white of Thaw Hall. We linger along the stairways and dream on the window sills of State. And in the blue haze of a spring dusk, the Sphinx smiles............ Psff 22 Tfx 192S Owl

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Beneath these upward-pushing buttresses, we shall feel, not the littleness of our selves, but the vast ness of our horizons. Tht 192S Owl Pay 21

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