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

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I 1 THE JANITOR'S CI-IANT The girls are young pests, I really must say, They bother me morn, noon, and night, I go on my knees to search for the keys That they always drop far out of sight. I open their lockers, and sweep up the piles Of paper they leave all around, . I pull out Assembly Hall seats on the nights When parties and dances abound. I turn out the lights, they turn ,em right on, My hair has all nearly turned gray. They rarely close' windows, therbreeze blows in dust- But such is a janitor's day. I thank my good stars when vacation time comes, 4 And yet, it is often so queer, The College seems lonesome without the girls, fun, Their noise I should then like to hear! l d' ' the farce in Drama Class, suggests the following scenario Professor Tay or, iscussing I for a farce: 4 Cops 2 Custard Pies 9. Hotel Corridors 1 Lime Vat 2 Lions Ctamej I Looney Ford 1 Swinging Door 191

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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

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1' I I OUR OWN TRUEFALSE EXAMINATION . COpposite eacli true statement, write a plus sign, opposite each false statement, a minus signj 1. On the da before vacation, the eriod from 3 :15 to 4:15 seems ninet minutes lon . Y P Y g 2. We all admire the professor who gives us a ucutn occasionally. 3. Mr. Mechler thinks Pitman is really a very good system. 4. A Freshman remained sitting while the Seniors upassed out. 5. Mr. Oolby thinks Steve isnlt so much, after all. 6. A11 lunch room trays were removed from the tables one day. 7. No Assembly would be complete without a Junior class meeting afterwards. 8. SIVAD came out on time. CWe took a chance on this.-The Editorsj 9. f'Snap courses are all right, but there aren't enough of them. Io. Needed: A nonfcollapsible attachment for desks in Room 5. THE O. M. STUDENT With stealthy mien she slinks along, Her hands behind her hidg ' No doubt she feels considerably As Lady Macbeth did. But perfumes of Arabia Would little aid, I think, A girl to Wash from off her hands That mimeograpli ink. PAL says she would have put a fancy cover on her history thesis, but she thought it was really rather deceitful to dress up the outside like that. 192