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

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in' Y ' sl THE LIBRARY With guileless air you wander in And seize a nearby hookg You pass it over, smilingly, With wouldfhe harmless look. You yawn with careless nonchalance, CYou're really all unneryedb You think youive got away with it . But no- That bookfs resefrveclfl THE CFFICE If you get a call to the oflice And you're a trifle askeeredg lf you get a call to the office And you're a little afearedg just pause for a while and consider That a wrinkle you need not wear- Cause if you and the others weren't here, Why the ofhce just wouldn't be there! THE ROOF It's where we have to go for gym Whene'er the weather's fineg And from the basement upwards It surely is some climb. It's where we go for tennis, And where we take our Hsnapsvs Though outfoffdoors, Stu. G. lets us Go there without our hats. 195

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1 1 5 1 LITTLE TRIPS AROUND P. A THE TEA ROOM You have an hour free-and then Some other girls you meet, Of course, you should do this, or that, But someone says, uLet's eat! The tea room is a splendid place- To eat and chat-though labels In several places plainly say, g'Don't loiter at the tablesf' THE BooKsToRE A stranger said, I think it's strange, Though P. A. L. is small, Theyive built so nice a bookstore, And right in their front hallf' A student smiled and said, L'Oh, no. P. A. L., as I've found it, A Seems sometimes to be that bookstore With the College built around it! THE SLAB You joke with all your chums, and say: 'Tm next to be up there - And then you laugh Quhafhanj, as if You didn't give a care. But down inside, you sort of squint Your inner eye, and see Your own name written there in gold, As plain as plain can be. 194

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, 1 W REMEMBER CWith apologies to Irving Berlinj Remember the night, the night you crammed For History, remember? Remember you learned of wars and kings And slavery, remember? Remember you learned each President, His party, his term, its main event, Then to the exam you nervously went, I But-you 'forgot to remember! ON LETTING YOUR HAIR GROW Hairpins, liairpins-large ancl sniall, Strewn upon the floor, Dropping, dropping, everywhere- - And I always put in niore! It's just at that awkward and funny length, When I truly do not know If itls long or short, or just what it is, Except that its growth is slow. I try to wave it, but, oh, you should see How the curl slips right away, I tuck the ends under, each in its place, But I always find wisps gone astray. They call our hairpins invisible, Which indeed is very fine, But I know they are not prickfproof, For I feel like a porcupine! ! ! Dr. Chalmers tells this one: VV hat is the difference between a stovepipe anda drunken Dutchman? CFor answer, see page 223.5 g 196