Boston University College of Practical Arts and Letters - Sivad Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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3, HIS PICTURE It is only his picture, a lifeless picture That looks at me all the while And I get so tired of that same old pose- I Wish he would move or smile! He looks so lifelike that I often think He may really speak to me, But the days of Aladdin, of fairies, and elfs, 'Are the things of the uusedftofbef' So he doesn't move, or smile, or speak, But looks steadily at me all day, And I sometimes Wonder, what is the use Of his photograph, anyway? Is it to make me think of him oftener And of the fun that used to be? Is it to take me 'away from this land of school p To the land of memory? But I can't live nor pass on memory, For this, alas, is the present, So I turn to my Shorthand, Spanish, and Ec.- And my thoughts are not so pleasant! I mustn't think of such trivial things, The intellectual trend Is the one I must take-but let me see, When shall I see him again? It is just his picture, a lifeless picture, It is only a memory- ' But I Wish he were real and could talk and laugh For I crave reality! 189 l I

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I APPRECIATION Ch, little Pekingese: Since once I heard thee sneeze With a fussy little wheeze, And Watched thy trotting legs, Like sawedfoff wooden pegs- Since I spied thy puggy nose A In its flattenedfout repose, And Watched each Hopping ear With which thou seemst to hear- Since I found thy heady eyes Peeping out in dumb surprise From thy silky tangled hair Which no other dog would wear- Since I, saw thee, I have said, Are other doggies dead? Can not a dog be found- Some large, substantial hound With lengthy pedigree To take the place of thee? Did they choose thee for thy face Gr thy shortflegged, wohbly grace? Or art thou but a toy For thy mistress to enjoy? Oh, little Pekingese, With thy fussy little wheeze Thou art-full of mysteries. 188

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ti BANDITS I laid down my newspaper with a half sigh, a half shiver. Bandits, bandits, and more bandits-the papers were filled with thrilling and fearsome descriptions of the holdfups which had been terrorizing the country for the past six months. Now I understood why the Perkins, our nextfdoor neighbors, recently bought a ferociousflooking, squarefjawed bulldog, and why Tom Robbins, my neighbor on the other side, attends the boxing class at the Y regularly twice a week. Once I happened to mention to him that I admired big, husky men Che's sort of thinl, andI thought perhaps he took up boxing to make an impression on me. It's the bandits he is preparing for, though, must be. Bandits, or no bandits, however, it was getting late, and I had a nine o'clock class the next morning. - I went around the windows twice to make sure that they were locked, peeked fearfully into dim corners, and tiptoed up the stairs to my room, resolving never again to read the paper just before going to bed. The downy warmth of my covers soon made me drowsy, and before I realized it, I was sound asleep. , How long I slept, I am not sure, but suddenly a sharp click reached my subconscious' ness. Although I awoke with a start, Idid not get up to investigate the noise. It was probably the cat on the tree outside, trying to get into myroom. Click! I stirred uncomfortably. It was strange that there was no pleading umeouwn with the sound. Then an awful thought rushed into my mind. Could-could-it be-? I did' not permit myself to complete this question. For the first time I knew how it felt to have my teeth chatter, and my heart miss beats. My hands grew iciclefcold. I wanted to scream, but not a sound would come from my throat. I heard someone push up the window, and the unmistakable sound of legs climbing over the sill. I could stand it no longer, I flung the covers off my head, and saw-not just one dark, inky form, but two! Stay quiet there, came a gruff command. The other bulk flashed a bright object. ' L'Are you going to subscribe to SIVADT, asked a thundering voice. I was astounded, but managed to stammer, NI-I've subscribed! It seemed as though I had spoken magic words, for the two figures grew shadowy, dim, and faint, finally they disappeared altogether. I collapsed. 190