Reed College - Griffin Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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mevxxwmw jHrtshmen EARLE BLEW ARNOLD HENNEY DAVID PATTULO JOHN PIPER THEODORE STEFFEN $uphomnrez WAYNE HOUSTON JAMES McINDOE HERBERT MALARKEY GEORGE RIDDLE MERRITT SCOTT jjlminrg AUGUST BEICH HOLLAND HOUSTON THOMAS MALARKEY ALVIN PEARSON WILLIAM SCOTT 932mm,; HOWARD McGOWAN JOHN VATNSDAL EUGENE VINCENT ZHEItultg MATTHEW RIDDLE W311, the Owl Sang Bushwah And I Know he Meant Me. ,, 42

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. fee HE: GRIPF'I 7116 use .19 has hastiecampllsn- The Swan song floats over the campus proclaiming not the death, but the 1Ch House Ch: Waydl unquenchable spirit of House D. In character and talent the twenty-six followers 613 by which: avgawof the swan are varied. Perhaps that is the reason noise has had its original birth- neither too Serie m?plaee ascribed to House D. But this characterization has been subdued to some hashers, Senims'1mm degree by the few Sophomores who have had to reform themselves in assuming Upmarried. Ino the responsibilities of Freshman control. Musicians, artists, hashers, politicians, .t S in Mame? ThiS' journalists and squash Champions combine in preventing monotony from creeping FtrUdes three Amwinto the daily program. , 'N No other house than D can boast a newspaper or beauty parlor. On the third 3183130 Helms, anmi'tfioor the Corona press produces faithfully editions of the Weakly W orm. Although J n013y, WWW this paper has an exclusive circulation, its subscribers can vouch for its enlightening ts members, Thefeismstories and delightful frankness. XVhen the ravages of study become too apparent, 5 the ent1reh0use.lti5ia Visit to the Carney Beauty Shoppe is made. Doubtlessly the community has t y unfortunatelistencr. noticed the well preserved youth of House D. To give credit where it belongs, the Beauty Shoppe must be thanked and not the lack of years or brains in the residents.

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Xe GRIFF'I Gil . X , Tl'fouse 6 When the moon has risen House G, come out and see the Moon! O'er the dorms quiet halls . Which oer the hills is brightly sailing; There she fmds a rival House G, come out and sing the tu ne Burning bright on the old G walls. Of comrades and friendships unfailing. Oh, Moon! you crescent symbol of the night! Ah, House G' When you're at rest Moonlight and shine thru all the night, Deep in the somber west, O'er hills and darkened walls of C; House G's symbol bright House G within dim memory Bums thru all the night. I see your Moon a-shine again. House G is a motley lot; it contains electricians, debaters, piano players, actors, biologists, professional slummers, economists, percussion artists, and distance runners. It burst into glory this year with a house symbol and a house song; its e. inmates are now known as Protectors 0f the Moon. It gave the pantomime silhouette HClementinell at the Moon house-warming jinks; and a few months ago staged its annual color dance as a sunset in a fir forest. The house possesses an unrivaled collection of electric apparatus, a library that e the rest of the dorm uses, a flourishing collection of posters, and a dry passageway to '7 the dining room.