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

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W ,WWsgm, in L r l l F X i , o i or 4 AA ijQ2gff'1r1,,cci,c'itllM3 Q5agici3LQWlgreeeeeeelilefeeeiiiigt DR. CHALMERS: Dean Davis enters With his son in, Please note the crown the boy has Won. E Mi 'Tis the best boy in fairyland, g it To honor him, let's call the band. - W We'1l place him next thee, Queen Most High, Q3 While We say a fond good-bye. Q Mr. McCloskey, suspended from the chandelmier, plays the Funeral Hymn, as the curtain softly and slowly crashes down. 'E EVELYN LELOFF. 1 , Q iihitnfz Nutr p i 1 The foregoing articles are the Winners of the literary contest 1 carried -on last fall. We Wish to take this opportunity to thank Two liundrccl thirty-cight Dr. Warren for his very kind assistance in giving us material from his class in Imaginative Writing. f aaar ruu, r 1 9 303 1

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