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

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xi -i s woman 5 Qughin - - - AN S power-man s rights-it 1S to laugh' Find me the woman Ei E-5 5 in this vale of tears who cannot twist some man around her gg E5 5 little finger - She may be weak but her very weakness 1S a egg 5 weapon. She may be slightly' mentally deficient 1n a frilly, ------- -' fluttery way, but that is not a defect, it is an asset. This type vanquishes the foe by flattery. She is the clingingvine to whom the male thinks he 'must explain everything, and so air his vast knowledge. The .secrets of the powers of the daughters of Eden are age- long, apparent, but still undis-coveredby the wily Adam. Why should Woman worry over her rights when most everything man does is actu- ated by some woman, wife, sweetheart, or the woman's vote? Why should she agitate about how much law or convention allows her, when she may snap her fingers and-presto! He will rush the football a hundred yards 3 he will defy all the boss politicians, he will dance an endless marathon 3 he will lay a thousand bricks, all for the whim of a maid. However, there are some women who do not have such power over men-the women who were the intelligent, be-.spectacle-d, fine, big, healthy girls in their short and dance-less youth. They develop into women of intellect, who write magazine articles about th-eir rights. They labor with all the might of their marvelous brains to overshadow man's efforts and accomplishments. Woman could lubricate the wheels of the world as well as man, but why should she bother with the dirty work? The intelli- gent woman with a sense of humor will sit back calmly holding the reins while man struggles in the harness for the smallest piece of sugar. A Glnrnrr nf EI Night 9 1' . i.-1.1. -pi . , . , D . D 0 . . i j . . -----------' OU see overhead, a lacy darkness-underfoot, an indefinite shim- EEE mer-all around, a shifting, shadowy, frightening duskiness, U ! 3 'E with vague outlines now revealed and now mantled by unseen 2 E fog. An insignificant banking of worldly snow in spasmodic ' ' jumps, apologetically accompanies the prim path 5 then, a sud- den ending of everything in a black velvet curtain. Suspended overall like .a descending -doom is the fiery redness of a trafiic light, that, .glowing through the branches, throws a softening cover of magnificent design over the hardness of concrete and ice. Modestly withdrawing into the back- ground multi-shaped bulks dimly squat: one reminiscent with the gleam of dying fire-light, another bold with the brazennes-s of unshaded lamps, a thir-d winking jovially under uneven shades, the plotter glancing slyly through mere slits at all who pass, and .she who candidly Open-S her SWS wide for all to see the workings of her heart. Struggling to appear again to the adoring eye of man, destitute without her, may be seen thehazy 'form of the moon. In through the forest of shadow and llght strolls his lmajesty, king of the niight. His black coat shining with heavy mist, he investigates each sodden bit of paper in his path. . It seems as if it always has been and always will be thus, but tomor- row the sun will be shining, and the sable clad roamer merely an alley cat. ', f fi -k x,1'i Q , Q n ' :.,g'--g,,m-n,,m,,,.,,, purigy. i-g,A- ,,,................0,,....hn.-..--.w....,....--,,f.,.,....,.-, aww- .,,.,-,, . , 541 ',1. . ,, W A1 yy, gi, up X. ,, f,l,:.3,,,.gg - M-,.,f,,.-,,..,..,ri,,-,.,.-..-..... A for .llc 'fill .f 'A l' l 4 j, x f . . w .- - .4 ,.,v....--..,.. ----------------------- -- -- N .h w f, , , X , , X 1. , ,L , Wmmv, .,-,-s,,.,. ..,,.,.,- H... ,,,. .. .,f 1. 1.i,,' ., v ll f,,,,,..M .,.. --M -- ----- V 4 -- f Q fl iA'F,,.,,l..i.,W. M.-----.A kg V.---M 'f-4'Af-- 'h'- - - f - H 55.1-'i 4'VfjFf'i :EN MA ' J! l T101 lfrfffrlwzl fn IJ

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Af 145 .,, ,. 'Y' Y gags, SQA 'Ll illaith 'VE lost my faith in all the human world, Fior yesterday I had a faith-a trust. I thought that it would grow into a friend, Today it's lying broken in the dust. I built that faith into a castle talll To grace the desert of a life ahead. I wrought its wall-s of ivory colored dreams And Hope at night winked from its windows-red I hung its halls with tapestries of Joy, And paved its floors each with a golden thought g Then called a rainbow from an evening sky ' To ftake the place of anything f-orgot. A garden -mlade I all about the walls . ' And caught the stars of heaven as its flowersg And swung the sunbeams from the golden roofs, The pretty moonbeams from the silver towers. All this I made because I sought a friend, Because I had the faith and trust of youth. And now my cas-tle torn and broken lies While Life calls back its stormy clouds of truth. Those clouds that ripped my very soul apart, That trampled on my faith and let it die, The faith that I had had before in man- - Trampled, I sa.y, and then went laughing by. I'd loved and only asked to be a friend. My heart was warm with faith, but 'twas in I d-idn't know what Life refused such thing-s- To be a friend-but now I've borne the pain. vain. My faith in man is gone and yet I have A -deeper one, a living, glowing faith I've given to God who undenstands and knows What's dear to us, for God Himself is faith. f I Q- --fray li--...I,.-... ,.,..--wH,.- l w ' fav:-'sf 1 -,u,u1':Q,zL. I v. .1 I 1 Y.. .. I .,, . I af I I 1 1 V J cfgizt .,.. J yp L, 1' '