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

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Che Freshman Alphahet A is for Ability, and that’s what we’ve got, B is for Boldness, and that’s what we’re not. C is for Charming, and surely are we; While D is allowed, for it comes after C. E means Enchanting, Enlightening, and such. F stands for Fun, and we’re full of it, much. G spells out Good, though you would not believe; While H is a thing that can always deceive. I is for Intellect, Intelligence, too. J is the Joy that the Freshmen give you. K marks a word we can spell into Kind, A word that for us is quite easy to find. L is for Love and for Loyalty strong, M is for Mounting the roads that are long. N stands for Newness that makes us so green, And O for Oppressions we bear with unseen. P ’s for Politeness—Oh, yes, we are that! Q is to show that we’re Quick as a cat. R is for Ready to do what we may, With S for the Smiles that we give you each day. T is for Tardy—we’re always on time, U is quite Useless because it won’t rhyme. V is for Virtue and Valor as one, And W stands for the Work we have done. X, Y, and Z have their place if you’ll look, But you won’t find them here on the page of this book. You’ll have to look further until you have seen A poor, little Freshman all trembling and green, A-learning the alphabet such as it is, And then, I will wager, she’ll get A in this quiz.

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28 Garrison Bullevard, Boston, Mass. dear PaPa MaMa; It is annice plaec hear. Yesterday i went out and got my feat all weat, but nobuddy scoldeed me and I was awefuly glad ?—We had milk For brakefast and I hate it but I drank it, just the same. I Bet I’ll get drefully gfat—much fatter than I am. I,ve got a winder in my room and when I go to bead I take my teddy like you said so I AIN’T ever and ever going to Be lonesome no moer. I like history I’m awfully bright in it. Yester day the teacher (I mean the prufesser ( said would I tell him who caesar was I said how he was my Dog, and he said I wuz awefuly brite? He’s awfully Nice. I forgot to tell you that we had A facooltie Recepshun. It was very expressive and I Shook hands, with a lot of people only I couldn’t remem- ber all there names only now I do, cause I Know them ( We had a christmus Party too and I got a whistle—Santa gave it to me. I ast him where was his rein-Deer and he said that They Wuz “down on the roof Campus$ Gosh? I wanted to go up but their wuz somethin to eat Cookies and thinks so I couldn’t go. Then pretty soon when it wuz all dark the Party got over, and me and Emmy went upstair’s cause we wuz full of five Cups of cIder I bet nobudy else had so Much as us. I just seen a rag-Man going by I’d hate to be one. He’s always yelling for people to give some ole clothes and papers to him. I gues he must be awefuly poor. maybe he cuts out the funnys. We’re going to have a fresh- man frolic right away Pretty sooN and mayBe we'll have it before the post MAN brings this Te you I dunno? Kearest mummie and PoppY I miss you trementremon tremendusly only I ain’t going to be lonesome caus I am a Gib girL, and big girls don’t ever be lonesome. I gotta stop now caus a horrid ole sof mure has hung my teDdy out uv the winder. I love you and I senD just lodes of hugS and kisse, and tell CaesaR how he can have sum two Your biG htTle dauGhter— IMa FRosH? S. :P; done I typE niCe, I guesS I’ll be a good secer-secra Secrutery done youl” (eas : OO POLIO ENO LIEI [124]

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Kipp Wan Winkle and the Class of °31 Rip Van Winkle stumbled stiffly down through the cobbled streets of the town of Years. He wiped his bearded, wrinkled old face with the back of his ragged coat sleeve. How strange the buildings seemed, and not one whit familiar were they! Suddenly Rip Van Winkle jumped very percep- tibly, for there approaching down the street came one of his neighbors— but how changed! “If it ain’t Ruth Knapp,” cried Rip Van Winkle. “Ruth Knapp, who used to live next door to me, and—”’ “Hullo, Rip,” cried the buxom woman who was approaching. “Let me show you my latest book on ‘The History of the World’, and permit me to introduce to you my three very dear children, Heroditus Brutus Octavius, Sappho Beatrice Cenci Octavius, and Aristopheus Vercingetorix Ariovistus Octavius.” Poor Rip Van Winkle, overwhelmed, leaned still more heavily against his cane and went on. The next personage he recognized was none other than Laura Allen, standing in the doorway of a massive, brick building, over whose door swung a sign bearing in shining goid letters the title, “The Allen Physical Culture School’. “Rip Van Winkle,” she cried, running toward him, whilst all the time she sportively tossed two fifty-pound weights above her head. “Gosh!” ejaculated Rip Van Winkle. ‘Seems like I don’t know any- body.” Rip was growing more and more bewildered, when of a sudden a mighty crowd swept down upon him and bore him into Mechanics Hall where an athletic meet was taking place. Rip, peering over and between shoulders, saw Elizabeth De Courcy break the world’s high jump record. Drops of perspiration stood forth on Rip’s brow; he peered again, this time to see Marjorie Packard finish second in the 100-yard dash, the very same Marjorie Packard who had become famous for her book entitled, ‘“‘Roman- [ 126 ]