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

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I W! ,.,l:.::-it f r 'ffwz-5?7?ii1,,,.C MVN QI N, I , 3 ',i'i:Li1.: ,.-'MITjl:l E I 5 ' 5 E-nu! 4 t,,,,-,..- I me, the 51 naignifiranf is ,I gl I x I l lr' Sl rl ' I 4 1 I 'A I pl I I 3 i----------i LOVE the city, I love the people there, with. the steady dropping li it of their feet like the pul.ses of three million .giants beating gil 4 - against the great stone pavements, with the miles upon miles I III 3 2 , of stranger faces, some so lonesome, others so friendly, some j ' Ill ! so young and others so hopelessly old and deJ ected. I love the if , people, not the buildings nor the streets, nor the sky above, but only the W1 Ely great, live soul of the c-ity itself, the soul that 1S never still, always so d1f- lil 1 IH ferent, -always so happy here, so sad and lonely there, alway-S 8-Onlflg OH and I on and -on, and reaching out for more and newer things like a child wearied ll, of its toys reaches out for still others. And it is because the people are the 353 A soul and pulse of the city that I l-ove it, for without them the city would be ro-bbed of its life, it would grow faint and die and there would be only a gh' skeleton of buildings left--nothing more. But as much as I love the c1ty 'lg I never can go there to find the peace and the balm for all the hurts and lg, 'il bruises of life, for the city is careless of man's inner self and of h1s feel- ings. It does not care, it is selfish. It only stares for one brief second Ml and then rushes on, crowding, pushing, noisy, and its voice seems to cry I ggi J hoarsely in my ears: What do I care I M It is not the city with its soul of mankind, but the greatness of nature Q52 that can soothe away the bruises and the hurts of life. And that is why ll when I am troubled, that I cli-mb alone into the hills and seek the tops of gg the mountains where the clouds hang 'below and the sun is close and warm, Qi ily why I seek the long, snowy stretches of field land and the graceful, white ' bl slopes of winter, the baby moss by the brooks and the friendly violets of 3, El springtime, the dusty road.s and the l-ocust filled hay Held-s of summer, and il the or-chards and frost-stained leaf paths of autumn time. And when I go ,IW I do not ask that someone go wfith me. I do not love people then., I only l want to be al-one. I want to fe-el the real might and power of nature, 1 l want to -sense the very insignificance and the littlen-ess of myself, to realize I, how short life really is and to feel the troubles th-at have bothered me, go I l sifting away into mere nothingness. And when they have gone, I love to . ' look up at the sky and to see how -blue it has grown, an-d I breathe deep and I I long until the v-ery thrill of life sets all myself a-tingle with the great joy gl I of being able to live and to be a part of such a wonderful thing as life is. if ' , Then. when all of me is buoyant with the gladness of living, I turn back to I 3 the city and to people, and I know that I can l-ove them all again, for after I all are we not.all'bound on the samle road and are we not each one of us I tr1v1al and insignificant when we -stand side by side with nature and back W - to back with life? 1' , f I , ,, of I' , ll 3 Q ' i W 'i'aA i I c, fxg'i3X J Multum! I a Two humlrccl forly-four if

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ir ljnnth 5 il-Imtage Q! xg AM eager for Life' f -5 Eager to grasp each passing hour, T Eager to taste each passing delight But each time, a hand and a voice 1- -by .1 Intercept me A tender, protecting han - A gentle V-o1ce, Wise with the Wisdom of Life Will come soon enough. Be happy And content While you can. When Life Will hold you in its grasp, it Will be Too late. II But what care I for caution and Wisid-om? What care I for restraining hands of Age? . I am young! All the earth is mine But Life. I am greedy and burn With a Lust for Life. I Will drink deep and Clear of the goblet-drink to the last Drop. . . . Bitter or s-Weet may it be. years I must on! On to the shining fortress! There lies -m1y precious heritage- My gift from the ages . . . Life! XX .. ,f . 1. . 1 ., Q . 3 -. 14? vimV.IIi,mvIn,,,m,,,,u.,.,,.,,,m,,,M, mmm, ' 1 N 1 , .1 . , . ' 11' .fs 1 12 1, ,,fY,,fm,f,,,.f:,,ff....7,Y,rmffz-.SrcfT:,.f.,,,.,.T. ,7rli.,:.T.m:.: X ,.1i. 11 - 1. X I ,. , , . , .... , . ,. A--. I 1 i A, . if , ,I 1 L, ,gf 5:1 ,Tiff-ff-,M ,.,,1,ffT-Alfie-::,1f:1fffitil?--1 -f W ' H -f V w mf L, - :w'1 1. 1 K 1, fr-..,-.-f-g-.-- W. Aww ,.-.4,.Y-,.v ,-..-,,,M,,,V,, 1 f gIf:,L' ' ' ,g lf .1 1, 11 4 'I ,I in-f','1 'L 1f'flfl'i'1 :r- fl'f'- M. mffr 'o - 1-- 1- V1 1 l l ' 5 L5 'Q Two 7zm1fZ1'c'cZ forty mc

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. I- ITAL J A A iliargmn? WAS aptly pushed aside as if I w-ere but an indolent fly to be 3 -E brushed off a cake Turning a l1v1d purple I faced my tor E E mentor She loomed up before me like the mountain that ? E came to Mahomet She was a solid reality No matter how . 0 you Jostled or attempted to mov-e, you were he-mmed in on all S1Cl6!S, like Caesar. At this moment, while I was taking stock of the two-hundred odd pounds of avoirdupois surrounding me, a raucous voice demanded, A pair of silk -stockin s! She would have made an admirable auctioneer. . . N o sooner had her booming voice receded, than a fat dimpled arm pre- c1p.1tated itself directly in front of my nose and snatched at a pair o-f sand- colored -stockings which I was clasping tightly to my breast. It had come at last! 'Ilhey were dcirs-covered-the only pair of pretty gi-o-se that heterogene-ous display! But I closed my eyes an-d held on for ear 1 e. The elephantine wo-man took a step backward, gathered strength, and made su-ch a furious onslaught that I was flattened pa-infully against the counter. But I matched my resistance with hers and finally won out. Then I turned haughtily, and directed a glassy stare at my offender. But alas! She was Watching, hawkily, another innocent sho-pper like myself. I drew a long breath, only to end it with a horrified ga.sp. Who was wearing that reeking apology for perfume? The lady to my right looked guilty-but no, it came more from behind me. I felt dizzy with the stench. It drugged my senses until I thought I should faint. Suddenly I knew! My Amazon was -mloving ponderously about, endeavoring to reach the counter. I might have known! She murmured thickly lin my ear, Dearie, d'ya mind handin' me them socks? I paid no attention, for the spinster lady on my left obstinately refused to give m-e rolom to place my left foot flat upon the floor. I became, suddenly, frantic, and lifting my foot as high as possible in such cramped quarters, I brought fit down with uncanny accuracy upon the pedal extrem- ity of Miss Spin-ster. She uttered a death-like wail and melted out of sight. The crowd was now three deep aroun-d the Reduced Ho-siery Counter. On my right was a ploor ol-d man, relating in a pathetic vo-ice the reason why he was there-to which no one listened. At last! The salesgirl, 'looking at me with sympathetic eyes, asked, May I ,help you ? I looked surreptitiously about, then, putting my hand into my po-cket, I feverishly drew forth the sand-colored hose. These I gasped, Qui-ck! She nodded, and tied them up for me. Exultant, I turned, and swiftly and silently elbowed my way out of the mo-b of bar- barian bargain-hunters. I 1 L sn if-Us A Sp, . 1 f- Q, ' ,M M 4. T ,A ,-yy! U, 5- ------.C---4:-1L 5-.--------+m--------y--Y-,...---. nw' Qilij- V -Y ...-ly If -A fl 5 , up ,L F9 fi-. V 9 d..,.,,...1.-..-...-s.,......,.,....,.s.,,..,..mm-...-,fs-....-.-:.,.... Tr., U .,.'1,,g:..!1i. '4 gf! ...pg H yr Jn!sw--ff---A--T----------ff---Y ----N...,,, Y V,-V, ,, - ll f ,Al lk 'F -, .if I f,,:?,-,T-,a-T-1:---L Y: , L -'f7 '7 'FI 'I '7 T'T7T 'i ' MA .I , W, 5 li pw-..,.1.-, ,-.m,a!,,.,-- K 1, 45.-4. -A NJ A ,A fi 5, L-1 My 'U ff' ---if U 'N-f v Two lmmdrcfl fo I1 0