Reed College - Griffin Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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.alS and tOOll' . 3 book with Jllllll What tragediesm: lmoullage! 1012, Mrs. Scholzilt if new Prexy Wasam :hal noon when m. ng us that Reedllly lone! Andbreathesit rtedness and friendlit ice at the headoltlil 3! There was n1 bit it us. Hejustsipptl: cgrpets half laidbclmi story made in thertll 1r midst. Yes, ear gone bl: butt : the James category. ,m limits , 7 ; Qgtia GRIPPInglg: Then, of course, therels the union of Helen Pierce, .20 and Ray Wilson, 20, a hard but encouraging blow to the bachelors club, and the Charles Spackman wedding. Sufhceth for Cupid. Behind the glaring array of trinkets and odds and ends and programs and such 9 ttttt ' like that are pinned, pasted, and tied on page after page of the Jimmie volume, 0 S theres a gripping tale. Tis the tale of a most successful year of parties, and debates and games and general good times. A little green star tells of the Soph reception when everybody got acquainted and re-acquainted in the game-pits and dance arena. Then theres a pink crepe flower that brings back the Daydodger party where we perambulated around in a corral of holly-hocks and ivy-strewn pickets. Say, don't you remember Halloween when the Canyonville nut asylum turned loose and raised everything but the Cider over in the Gym at the Frosh Harder Times Party? Then here's, 0h, horrors Of horrors, a scandal sheet that calls up fond tinklings of a rain-soaked torchlight parade to warm up Anna Mansion, and of an awful mixture of skeletons, niggers, and mad women that raged in the arts building. House H tried to slip one over on old Jupiter Pluvius by building snowdrifts around the fireplace, but we realized it was Christmas even if the music had a Hula-hula accent. Then theres a holly-bordered program of the Christmas Concert when Bettyls chorus earolled to our hearts content under the candles on the chapel stage. Hllm Captain Jinx of the Horse-Marines.H We didnlt mind being guinea pigs when it came to tripping the barn dance and munching popcorn balls at the Hick Party of' the Physical Ed majors. And we had to dig out the old dress suits when the House F. Owl silhouetted the assembly hall and invited us in. Next thereis . $- sgme tVi igs 0f fir suggest a dreamy waltz under the moonbeams of the cat-haunted l; G. l. forest. Nobody ever suspected what hidden powers Reed co-eds possess until we toddled under the rainbowed serpentine at the XVomanls formal. 'And last, but by all means most therels the junior Prom. Even the rollicking parisher from up Woodstock way had to admit the blooming nooks and apple blossom bowers l of the quaint Old court seemed like some of the bible miracles in this modern day and age. Athletics? Sure, jimmy Books arenlt just social calendar and marriage license bureaus. Thereis scorecards that tell a grewsome tale of how the Upperclassmen cinched the football laurels after the Frosh held them to a 9-6 battle on Campus day, But, judas, remember the sloppy game the Fresh played the Sophs for second place? Only the score reveals the grim tragedy of Armistice day when some Presbyterian clergymen from Albany came up and preached a solemn sermon W1th a text called '33 t0 20H Pacific! A happy pilgrimage after the goose-egg 1 to be sure, but it was a hard-fought game and we had a wonderful time. Champions, 192V written on a picture of the Senior basketball team is a Story in itself. Our basketball season was filled with the pep of hard-fought class struggles and bitter house battles. The juniors didn't have much trouble dragging 59

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H3 GRIPF'I MCSbe Kimmie 5500K 473 UST where the Jimmy book ever got its nom de plume is a question that Wit: J some Senior might write a thesis on. As far as we know there arent Let 3 any jimmy libraries, or jimmy book stores and all we can say about the '4 : . . z 85 thing is that its just like the old family album, only different. Anyhow, g? a: 39 while we were marauding around the sunset end of the dorm the other 5' : 1' L a . day we discovered one of these rare animals and took it into captivity. Not ?wmn . much to look at! just a little black scrap book With jAMES gilded across it i L W, ,. and 1920-21 down in one corner. But oh! What tragedies, what triumphs, what: romances, what wonders, its sober covers camouHage! On its title page is a picture of Dr. Scholz, Mrs. Scholz and the three little 2 ? prexies. For undoubtedly the coming of our new Prexy was a super-Climax for a M4 b r ., successful year. Who could forget that epochal noon when Doe. Knowlton ruined ;? f H a perfectly good potato salad lunch by telling us that Reed had a new president innifi; due in about five weeks? No one, we say, no one! And breathes there a man with ... L - my soul so dead as to lose the mutual open-heartedness and friendship with which we m: m? L. met our new president when he took his place at the head of the faculty table for : the first time? Not one, we affirm, not one! There was no blasting of bells and ringing of trumpets when he reached the campus. He just slipped in one morning . while everybody was sleeping and had his carpets half laid before anybody dis- 1'- U l ' covered him. And there was a lot of Reed history made in the reception with which m z: '1 .--. we welcomed him and his little family to our midst. Yes, undoubtedly President time t? .; - Scholz is not only the crowning event of a year gone by, but a herald of a new and m . , rejuvenated Reed. , t Lulmfuz Either Cupid had such a volume of Reed business last year that he haSn't mag; recovered yet or Reed has found its place on the Minervian boycott list. Anyway 3:er ,3 a the Jimmy book has a sad tale for the impregnable bachelor strongholds, for even 15! m : as we go to press, the engagement section of the little tell-tale volume is deplete 1W save for two small cards. ::Clifford Zollinger-Helen WattaDaydodger partyH Ru V one says. Nuff sed. But Heavens! ::W'ard FosteraaElizabeth PeataApril 267 ii We , Cupids aim must be true when he lands such small quarry. Step forth, you : laggatds! Tis three years yet till leap year, and theres a place waiting for your .. card in the Jimmy book. Wonder if Cupid doesn't think Reed is going to the 1375 n. proverbial bow-wows? mum L Oh, the cold irony of Fate! we must bestow honors for the first undergraduate h; w- : nuptials upon a fallen member of the spinster clan. :Tis cruel, but so sayeth the h m 3 :: Jimmy book. Mrs. Gertrude Hungate Hodgson broke the sad news to her mournful i 'aL V's sisters on her return from Christmas vacation. The old ship of emarriage shouuldnyt h; i' K 9 r 1de $0 rough SIHC6 some of our physics majors spread oil on the chOppy sea of gift wIr- i3 matrimony. Ed Kline demded to international about it by choosing Canada for X; ' i i n 3 I n a his hbetter 1, but the bands that unlted our 011 king and a former freshman sparkle W: L Wit romance that gives the Vreeland-Mayo announcement a significant place in ear. in. : 58 We l. .. a x Q?

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a :2, GRIPF'I home the interelass trackmeet, but they suffered enough when the Sophomores shattered their dreams in the Oregon City relay. Then there was the CfOlumbia University track meet and the smokeless Menis Smoker, not to mention sonqe pretty tough tennis matches between Smash and Volley and a couple of Vletones of Oregon and O. A. C. We also recall that terrible epidemic of golf fever was cured just long enough one afternoon to stage a hexathalon whlle the Soph CO-eds took the pennant in baseball and the basement in volley-ball. Another page of the jimmy book brings home another startling fact, the fast and furious Visits of the stork to our campus. Perhaps the wild pheasants or the owl or swan or cuckoo make pretty sure bait for that significant bird. Anyhow the following young ladies and gentlemen, in order, named registered at Reed within five months at intervals ranging from one month to two weeks, Helen lVIar- garet Strong, Miss Anne Koehn,lVIr. McGregor Gray and last but not least, Miss Virginia Clark. . Surely nobody needs reminding that Reed toreadors stirred up an awful mess in the debate business. One Oregon State Championship! One sad little sister college across the border in British Columbia! One shilalahed Co-ed affair with California! One whetted ax for a Bolshevik battle with Wisconsin! But we must be modest. But the Jimmy book isnit through yet. Dont you remember that first old fire- place gathering where Mrs. Air and Grand Opera got mixed. Woodstock had a nightmare the time we outraged her sanctity with boudoir attire, and she had a rainstorm when jimmy Beard hit the lake after four minutes of terrific gasping on the Frosh end of the tug 0' war rope. And remember how Reed Supers nearly broke HSing-rnoreil Scotti when they demanded $180 an hour. Then of course there was Mrs. Knowltonis Frosh reception and the little furniture moving party that went with it. They say the harpies nearly struck when houses C, D, F, and H entertained us at open-house sessions, because the dorm closets got their annual resurrection. Deep in his chest, the little jimmy book conceals relics of roller skating parties, Klu-Klux raids at scandalous hours and Moron entertainments by wild women after bed-time hour. And therels ample evidence of a wild bonfire and weinie roast on Washingtonls birthday. Say! We nearly forgot the Drama Club plays, but the jimmy book didnit. From Ryland s studio in England they took up among the Bolsheviks and showecl us how the Bolshies act when theyire in love. Next they had us on board ship With a lot of cussing sailors, then in a Chinese castle with invisible chargers. But finally we got back to England again and got mixed up in a matrimonial br011 w1th all the Hobsons. And the tales the Jimmy book could tell of Campus day would 1Clll a library. McGowans SIX a. m. waterbagging procession was an eye-opener! Remember how Mr. Gray thought he was Neptune in the lake and john Van's crew played 60 v