Brown University - Liber Brunensis Yearbook (Providence, RI)

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111532 lass uf 1920 The scene is in the Brown Club after the lapse ol' dry decades during which the dirth ol' drink has perpetrated a parochial predilection for Imrosopojmopoea. 'l'he reunited Sons of '20 gather here, have an air about them something venerable, something august, yet gay withal. Tum-tum-tiddley-iddley-um-bum comes the music, to which, in the center of an admiring throng, a very weezened old gentleman with extremely bowed legs is dancing a jig, his coat tails under his arms. Cries of Bravo Bandy! predominate in the patter of light bandinage. One old codger, remarkable for a starehed collar so monstrous as to cover his gizzard, gullet, crop and phyrangial regions com- pletely and which jabs him fiercely under the jaw, is vociforating Haw haw and Bally jolly alter the manner of Britishers. It is our Rhodes delegate, Marshall. Behind him a conversation is being held, the Bursian type, Burse talking and three people listening. Vic Adams, with spectacles craves a crevice in which to assert, I apprehend the entirety ol your remarks to be a damn lie! but the chanee does not come. llealey champes at his smile and wants to exelaim Fishl but the th sound beats the f to it. Curtis who has known Burse longer just plays out the rope, shifting his 'feet every twenty minutes or so. ,lust as Burse is saying, There is an extremely simple thing! jones walks in, looking past this sea ol laces to the Shaw. In the corner are Crouch and Noyes. Noyes wanted to save the souls of African elephant hunters, but he couldn't get near them so he turned his attention to the elephants. His sale return indicates a delicate taste on the part of the elephants. Crouch studied geology from socio- logical motives, hoping to stop the rainfallg failing which, he lived the last years of his lil e mending umbrellas. Harriman is not present. His chronic lasitude deep- ened with the years so that now he uses a pulmoter to breath for him. He only eats on alternate days to save brushing his teeth by that much. Neither has he ever rationalized his ambition to wed a millionairess to his determination never to marry at all. A That very tall old skeleton with the broad grin and hinder quarters receeding somewhat abalt the mid-line is Larry Smith. Because ol his teeth and his middle 20

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.!1v4eew'...4 5 e 69' ' 91 N bw . f-2 , U' ' Z I 'lF'Nr v .V P ' A ' L I V A ' i 4 . fill.. Qui Q W- S L' ,ill -lg' l ' initial his admirers have let him remind them of Roosevelt. Dr. Atkins, for many years owner and producer of the Passing Show, leans a languid limb upon the shoulder of his diseonsolate friend Carleton, and as the pale Podrasnik passes Chow human nature reverberates through the ages lj bums a cigarette. And there is Stephens, the mietatating membrane of collegiate society Cbeeause of his constantly crossing the public eyej. In life after college he realized his ambition to form a real bang up Klu Klux Klan and organized three ol' them. The trouble came when he wanted to turn them loose for battle: as Generalissimo of eaeh his position was hazardous. The man hanging hard upon his own coat lapels and who has an abominable habit of using facts in his arguments, is Gardner. No, he doesn't desire a cigarette just at present, thank you. If he stares over your head and says Hum you know your last remark wasn't worth shueks as he will presently demonstrate. The two venerable oetogenarians laughing asthmatieally together are North and Sehoeneweiss, formerly editors of literary publications.Their laughter makes us hope that in so styling their work they were not fooling even themselves. Speak- ing of newspapers, there is a large one in the corner with someone behind it. Who is it? Christian Science Monitor plus smell of bears grease hair oil: Clough of course. He reads as though he enjoyed it. He does, he wrote the stull' himself. There is a rapidly ossifying old gentleman holding a lap dog in leash. Yea, Sinclair. A lady gave him the dog. She gave it to him instead of replying to the question he had put to her on his knees. To this clay he is puzzled at the inference. A group about the iiren-I-lood with a bit of a pouch bellyg the extremely attenuated Hunter Cattenuated, means nothing much pulled out longlt Willie Watson with his sense of fitness Cwherein he goes his clothes one betterj, and Shay who is no one horse affairw-make up the few reputable remnants of the noble line yet lingering on, lounging listless on the lintel of oblivion. Jill