Reed College - Griffin Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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1.920 HE GRIFF'I h , 3 y . SONII'C OF US 1- i4 ' ' x t - h Dubuluntu , 6 . Littlc Debutante :61 ' :r '6 You are like a kitten Arm, . With cream on its whiskcry- ;. .. v, W Innocent, dcmurc. . a u . And your chic sophistication, 1' j ' Exquisite and supcrhcial, J o . , Y t x Is like a champagne goblet r2251 t t Fragile, gleaming. empty 5' n W; '3 u t I :rcshman a Wag H ancestors were things K w. Your grandmother was :1 doughnut, 5 Mt- o . And your grandiuthcr ' jq 9!; ;-,; A pcrkv hzmmm rooster. . v L a; .t t h Piratc You halve the soul of a pirate ,w :1; 't . Swaggcring. Vivid and rcclesR- K' r : . Thcrc hangs about you, sombcrly, A memory of storms upon the scuo Great sullen storms . ywm .x Upon a limitless gray sea. 1' m 3 ; Upon a limitless gray sca. , Hy Oh Fighter of Storms, Oh Pirate, h 3 4 Half caught in this world of convention. g, x g, A ,,. With all your bigness and bravado There is about you somcthing-somcthing 3W W Like a very bad small boy Who has broken a stained glass window XVith his baseball. oF. F. ?:yr' v.1 a $1 $ RI. V513 g g CRYSTAL LAKE . . . W i . Ducks soft movmg over water 5 whirl; Gliding through a mist of pearl; Jr ' to: ; Checrless mom and evening grey. :12 Dawn or dark of a winter's, day. r .h t Silver hazc o.cr the water's shore, Y 3 MK 73: W Vciling the sun the world longs for; .- , h 'v'; Overhead the dark Hight or a bird, t3 3!: Cutting the grey; swiftly unheard; U . . Grey above and grey bclow; ham 3 ' Shadows come and sunbeams go; .5! s t , Sunset, twilight, dawn, and day, to dk -; All the earth is clothed in grey. W 9 a . 4D. 5. l DOG QOQ FOG Like a portrait on gray paper, Fragile, shadowy, Eyes elusive, haunting, lovely. i. Eyes that warm, and yet bcwildcr: ' 9v City lamps, in autumn fog. h '1'! , A o-WA E. S. ' N .. 76 , up. N. w

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have beat'WW if i. ll W Skies. mm, and la! l W0 of l, WWWM$ 0 lOnger r W 3 gulls above,: 1' x ige flowers fmf Ckmmw: iW-flowers from g wwmmm memg the murmuring l: immma BMmeg erww admm.; eze and the W reasuresolmllf ming and MW rked Wllll WW? wmeW of sand , Q J, EM, 192 7?: His GRIFF'I W; beauty. Near the doors, weapons of flashing steel catch the last rays of light and cast their gleams upon the polished floors. Stran e leo days of battle, and great works now long forgotten. gOvetfglcllsisthtehye $653161? 0; many ages, and in the shadows where no sunbeam lurked, mysterious murmir' 0 tell tales of other dayse-how there had been a mighty ruler fled from a 1nlgdS which loved him little to live here forever with a one who loved him well' stir:0r tales ofher whom he brought with him, a maiden palely fair whose duslt ' loZEe were tw1ned With palest lilies ; of how she strayed, forever silent thru these yendles: rooms and spoke no word; with feet white as the lilies in her hair the floatinor thinness of her gown blown free from limbs as soft as sleep; a maiden rnore beautifuti than the first star of evening when the heavens are dark. They told how this mighty ruler lived alone with his star of the heavens; how they spoke not but lived in love and strangest silentness; how the long days found them deep in the gardens where the flowers bent to kiss the feet which brushed them passing and the wind murmured to the trees of love which knows no end; and how in the evenin the maiden danced in the shadows for him who loved her; how her limbs showeg pale thrti their garments as she moved in slow measures and the lilies fell from her hair to lie forgotten on the moon-bearned floor; how they slept in the darkness w1th limbs closepressed on cushions soft and silken. Some say they never died but live still in the dark corners of the endless rooms, or roam without in the gardens where the flowers whisper to the winds. And some say they were but a dream, and the palace but a dream; that life too, is but a dream which has no ending, and that we who live but dream we live, and know not that ltis all a dream; that these two shall live forever in their mansion of dreams with the gulls far, far above, and far below the beating Sea against the giant crags. -M. j. N. DOSQOG WTO A BUTTERFLY WHICH ALIGHTED ON MY WlNDOW-BOXi Thou golden-tinted, vagrant butterfly Poised lightly on a blue-green flower, Did you not quiver as I came nigh, Thou golden-tinted vagrant butterfly. Just a chiselled bit of sunset-sky Would seem dropped into my bower Thou golden-tinted vagrant butterHy Poised lightly as a blue-green Hower. C C 695? A glittering brook, fanned by the waving flowers, Along its edge, that watch all day The golden sunbeams gliding through the hours Till sunlight fades, and crested shadows play. R. F. 75

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ut, lirl; zi. Spring Splurge for 1920 Perhaps once you sat in a school r oom under the all-seeing eye of a garrulous prof. and it was Spring! Rather, ' your outsides sat thereeyou did not. The patient prof. was moaning along as usual about trigonometry or Aeneas or Sara Teasdale or some such trifle; but you were lifting your Hother lifeiieor at least trying to. Your eaptlve eye was rolling tragically towards the open window. You , out, OUTln Soon you felt that like all young spring things, you would just naturally burst out and scatter buttons! But you swallowed that dangerous erisis just in time, as you would a piece of discovered Chewing gum. The front of the room language about your defeneeless earsh HSpring may come and I may burst But he'll run on foreverf-e you upoetizedH in suppressed misery. Slowly but surely, all the Spring began to ooze out of you; you subsided gently into the depths of your seat. But it is not etiquette visibly to go to sleep in class, so you kept your eyes open in glassy staree for effect. Finally, you did awaken a mild interest in the front of the room. You had made the scientific discovery that his ears moved every time he talked. You dreamily speculated as to which would wear out firstw-his ears or his jaws? Hereupon the teacher noting your happy but somewhat inane expression, may have foolishly attempted to call you back from your Hother life. If gentle, he may have suggested wearily, iil'm not reading this entirely for my own benefit? if ferocious, he probably startled you temporarily into frenzied attention withh- Hls there any mistake so far in this explanationli Then perhaps you cautiously temporized, aulg I didnt hear anyl'iewhereupon the room became very small OF you, and the discussion uncomfortably personal for a time. Soon, however, you relapsed again into that comfortable coma which only the sound of the bell ean dissolve. If the prof. was bald, perhaps you lazily watched With vapid but mildly pleased interest, his battles with a tenacious Hy,ethe only thing in the room that would pay attention to him. But by this time you had drifted into the final stage Of vacuity. Now, you no longer sat and thoughteyou JUSt sataand sat. L. B. C1. Q0550 HBe up to date, said the calendar. o Make light of everything, said the fire. uDo a driving business, said the hammer. Aspire to greater things, said the nutmeg. Forge ahead, said the blacksmith. Stick to itf' said the glue. '77 still poured his ceaseless