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

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.EEK i If lil ll? l.-5' F H7 .W .pn 'S-F'T'f.. I E B F- 5. ? 3' 5. W f . The Public Library like a huge coffer guarded by two sombre watchers Heavy iron lamp.s casting a dirty ray upon the steps . Trinity rises before me in gradual diminution to the needle points of its spires which threaten the very clouds scuttlmg coquettishlylaway from their sharpness. The dust and smoke of the ages softens the austerity of its Gothic traceries into an appearance of sombre, wrought-ir-on lace. Its medievallcharm and inseparalole air of brooding mystery is coupled with a dignity and sadness as it reflects upon the days when it was yet the supreme an-d unquestioned power. - . Across the street sits Copley-Plaza, pleasure house of the rich, the im- pregnabl-e fortress and symbol of the materialism of a gilded class. With unctuou-s satisfaction in the knowledge of its own importance, it smirks fatuously at the world, spreading its handsome c-orpulence, and winking goldenly in the deepening twilight out of its little, shrewd eyes. Solidly and darkly, giving the appearance of an old abbey or monas- tery, but for its charmingly frivolous win-dow di.splay, stands the estab- lishment of S. S. Pierce. On its r-oof it wears a rakish green headpiece- an exact replica of the helmet of Pericles. . Acro-ss the square, directly opposite Trinity, the Boston Public Library squats observantly on its rai-sed dais, flanked on each side by its perpetual guardians+Art and Science. Acro.ss its top run-s a sculptured crest. With its many deep eyes, it watches steadfastly over its city, benevolent and kind, and with ineiable promi.se in the hospitalifty -of its wide-open doors. 'Four temples . . . Those to commerce and materialism side by side, smugly ignorant of the transciency of earthly things, those to religion and culture silently, but understandingly regarding each other, wistfully per- haps, but with the deeper joy of the wisdom of the ages, and the knowledge of eternal life .... - ' , . The hotel that was Boston's most vain in our fathers' day look-s at us with an abashed, slightly bewildered air, like a child. dressed for a party, but who ha.s streaked her white dress playing mud pies and hasndraggled her golden bow-s in the dust. ' In front of it, four or five taxicabs are waiting to pounce upon those few who might venture forth from the dingy, gilded portals. A little to the left, and aloof, Trinity w.atches-dark, worn, serene- and lifts long arms to Heaven, in silent, mystic prayer for those who nurry breathlessly by. She draws her dull draperies close about her, and does not heedlthe two children who scramlble up and down the long stairs that zigzag across her side, and disturb her. solemnity by poking laughing faces out of the windows formed by stone pillars. And to the right, hoary and benign, the Library smiles lazily. The huge figures which are enjoying a perpetual rest upon .its broad steps are Weary, and apparently wise. Lights flicker in an occasional window. Q The American flag trembles above the entrance, and struggles bravely to break through the dustiness. g Two lzmzclfccl jo J