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

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PLACE: Assembly Hall. TIME: After dismissal of College Life, Class of ’31. CHARACTERS: Dean Davis’ Picture, Statue of Mr. Stetson. DEAN DAVIS (dropping announcement card which he is holding): Now that the class has gone I won’t have to hold that any longer. What do you think of the new class? MR. STETSON: They aren’t as mischievous as last year’s crowd. Will you ever forget the way they used to vote? It was worse than a democra- tic convention. But when it came to choosing leaders, they surely knew the value of capability. My heart ached as I watched them grow pale and listless worrying about chronological charts. DEAN DAVIS: Miss McClintock furnished an excellent antidote for that. Fresh air and good sportsmanship brought many of them near the perfection mark in their physical examinations. MR. STETSON: They didn’t quite come up to my expectations in athletics last year, but this year’s championship in volleyball shows that hard work brings results. DEAN DAVIS: What pleases me greatly is that their scholastic records are as promising as their athletic and social activities. I am mighty proud that one of their number was able to win the first Royal portable. Mr. STETSON: That was a success indeed. However, I am hoping that Pro- fessor Smith manages to drive some knowledge of profit and loss into their heads before the night of the Hop. I shudder every time I remember the battle that was waged over the Frolic. When I learned that they proposed running the party on nerve instead of money—why —TI nearly fell off my pedestal. DEAN DAVIS: You’ll have to hand it to them. They came out “on top”. Bless their hearts—they’ll always come out on top. I can hardly resist a smile when I see them sitting so orderly in Assembly this year. Their rise to dignity must have made some impression. MR. STETSON (glancing at clock) : Slow, as usual, but it must be about time for another set of soap-box orations. (DEAN DAVIS picks up announcement card, returning to original position, and MR. STETSON resumes Caesarian expression as the class in Public Speaking strolls into the hall.) [110 ]

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Listen, dear readers, and you shall hear Of the favorites of our Sophomore year. For our popular girl we chose Robby, Reasons for this aren’t hard to see For never was girl so true and kind, Who has worked for her class with both heart and mind. In our Hall of Fame there’s a picture, too, A girl with soft hair and eyes of blue. If I should whisper in your ear, Ruth Field’s the name that you would hear. We’ve two little flirts with mischievicus eyes, Miss Hill and Dot Pearce capture that prize. In athletics, Jones and Degnan shine You must admit, they’re mighty fine. Our Kay is also versatile, A wholesome girl with a cheery smiie. When Cleverness comes with Wit to choose “Stephens and Irvin,” writes the Muse. Marguerite Croak leads the studious few, Without such girls, what would we do? Our Professors’ favorite’s Bernadette C. She’s sophisticated as can be. Rena Keay is our dancing girl, Watch her Charleston, kick and whirl. Edith Hill wears the nicest clothes, Carolyn Greene greatest happiness knows Ruth Field is the angel of the place, Florence Gray has a dear little baby face. Miss Siglou is a unique Miss; Miss Koester wins for business; Miss Glancy is our biggest bluff; And business-like Robby knows her stuff. Victorian? No one but Miss Sipolin, Her radical classmates is Phyllis Coffin. McSally is meek as she can be, And Ellie Clark’s sweet, you’ll all agree. pahaty