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

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ue so? bom OF | ree eoncanaeconeoele ercenamaenennmnannenmnonnannaannanannannidt COLLEGE RECORDS After a very careful study of the college records, involving many weeks of tedious research, we have compiled the following information con- cerning the year 1927 to 1928: That there were 41,357 cups washed in the lunchroom from September 15 to April 15, inclusive. That Mr. Zervas shouted ‘‘Next!” just 103,962 times. (It is estimated that the energy consumed in this way would have been sufficient to push a Mack truck from here to Park Street.) That two Seniors and four Juniors were satisfied with their term grades and admitted that the exams were fair. or obvious reasons, their names will not be divulged. That Dot Woehrle has three gray hairs from worrying over the yearbook. (She pulled them out and their hiding place is to date undiscovered.) That nine-tenths of the Juniors have ‘‘the skin you love to touch”. The rest are taking lessons. That if all the tables in the dorm dining-room and all] the tables in the lunchroom were placed end to end and the students seated in alpha- betical and chronological order at them . . . they would still reach across the table. That 41 victrolas in the dorm were broken by the annual music contest between the Sophomores and the Freshmen. That if the time we spend crossing our campus between our classes could be used in some other way, it would add twenty years to the most produc- tiv e period of our lives. That the energy exerted by Dr. Warren’s forefinger around a certain lock of hair would be great enough to write 6,97214 best sellers, if said forefinger could be used for that purpose. That the dorm is also occupied by 110 students every day. Thirteen of these are dorm girls. THE PORTRAIT OF A GIRL’S BRAIN WHILE STUDYING [ 281 ]

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THE SOPHOMORE NEWS Headlines Florence Gray delivers a lecture on “Why I Like Economics.” Madeline Irvin publishes a new book: “How to Win at Bridge.” Janitors out of Work: Dot Pearse finds her locker key. Dr. Coffman overcome: Carolyn Stevens reaches class before second bell has rung. Advertisements If you break a window, see PAINE. Clothes cleaned and pressed—TA YLOR. If you have a good horse, SADLER. Don’t make a noise in the corridors, use SULLIVAN’S heels. Sophomore Songs “T’m Only a Poor Little RICH Girl.”—Marion. “Love is not Love which ALTERS when it Alteration Finds.’”—Evelyn. “A-HUNTing We'll Go.”—Elinor “Everything is O-KAY.”’—Bea. “The LONG, LONG Trail.”—Mary and Joanna. “GRAY Skies.”—Florence. “CLAPP hands, here comes Grace.” Recent Publications “Two FLEMING Youths.”—Mary and Catherine. “Up from Slavery.”—FREEMAN. ‘“‘Leather Goods.”—I. MILLER. “WOODMAN, Spare the Tree.”—Betty. “Autobiography—My Short CUMMINGS.”’—Frances. “Lives of the JOHNSONS.’’—Martha and Thelma. “Great and SMALL.”’—Grace. “Keeping Sheep.”—SHEPARD. “I May be a LAWRENCE, but I’m not a SAINT.”’—Helen. “If I were KING.”’—Flora. “My Relationship with Bacon.”—-HAM. “Though I’m a DOLPHIN, I’m not a Poor Fish.”—Dorothy. LOST FOR SALE Dupertuis De Andria French Gram- One gymnasium suit. Miss McClintock mar. Left Luce in Room 3138. made the girl feel so small it doesn’t fit. WANTED A fireplace for our Bellows or a Bellows for our fireplace. Friendly Advice The following queries have been received by our Friendly Advice Department, con- ducted by Miss Hazz-it: Dear Miss Hazz-It: I am always bashful in a crowd. Please advise me what to do to gain confidence.— Eleanor Roberts. Dear Miss Hazz-It: What can I do to become a speedy and accurate typist? I am discouraged with the number of errors I make.—Vera Swenson. Dear Miss Hazz-It: I have a vicious disposition. Tell me what I can do to control my temper.—Berna- dette Carney. [ 230 ]

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REFLECTIONS Dumb, dumb, dumb! Dumb as a fish, oh heck! I wish my tongue could mutter This hard, dry lesson in Ec. All’s well for the brainy girl Who can rattle it off with a vim. All’s well for the girl with a rep— Her glory will never grow dim. Cram, cram, cram! But it doesn’t do any good. What in the world are you going to do With a head that’s made of wood? Work, work, work! Burning the midnight oil, Fussing and fuming and raving, Till your blood begins to boil. And at the breakfast table You don’t even stop to eat, But tell me, what’s the good of it When you’ve got all your brains in your feet? OUR GUESS AS TO WHO WROTE-— “T am monarch of all I survey’—Steve, very apparent. ‘When I consider how my light is spent’”—Any dorm girl. “One more unfortunate”—A flunkee. “Have you not heard the poets tell?”—Professor Ashby. “Seated one day at the organ’”—Margaret Norris. “But all for the joy of the working’”—Miss Carvell. “I’m tired of planning and toiling’”—Any of us the day befcre a vacation. “A thing of beauty is a joy forever’—Dr. Warren. “There are gains for all our losses’—Professor Smith. “Between the dark and the daylight’”—A worried Senior during the week of finals. “We have been friends together’—Graduates, extemporaneously and en Masse. “Grow old along with me’”’—Professor Taylor. [ 232 ]