Reed College - Griffin Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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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

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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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w ' g sigh calgwa GRIPF'I Ob Glruel, Gruel Worlb Matilda Ann was growing up. She was fourteen and constantly surprising the family with some new air or grace. a Mother excused her by saying, HThe child will get a little 1 y sense when shes a bit older; but brother Henry, two years 4 younger, pronounced his erstwhile Hpard as plumb nutty $- , i now.'l Today was one of Matilda's Hoff days? She came ; down to breakfast with Cleopatra walk and Niobe expression. 2' HPshaw! I dont know whatever ails that girl! She gets n; more pernickety every day !H exclaimed Mother at sight of her. 4 u a i But Henry between bites of pancake, merely observed M y laconieally, HGosh, I bet shels goinl to leak over again! . , a Matildals sharp ears caught Henry's unkind words. She i g darted a shriveling glance at him and without a word sat W i down. But she merely tasted the breakfast for the sight of the '5' endless stream of pancakes going down Henryls rapacious :1 V throat disgusted her extremely. ,3. ' As soon as she could, she slipped quietly away to the hay r loft. As she lay prostrate upon a pile of hay, she thought w , : -.?- . t ' -. ugnto-uguuuuunu 0000.1 on.u- u- .0 over her great trouble. 2:; . HOh cruel, cruel world! Sunday I was so blithe, so happy i q. i . 33:31:,sz . and now I am laid so lowlgle-she moaned in the lofty language 'sm. x ijq' R: 5 of the herione in HThe Girl of the Broken Heart. a W , ah I Sunday, fresh as a rose in her white dress and pink sash, y: f t I she had started along the road to the little church. Malcolm 'i ' had caught up with her and offered her a piece of chewing 1n; gum,-Malcolm from the City and all gloriously green in his VI l new Hsnappy suitf' a5 HOh how happy I was then, she sighed. HTo think that m? 2' he should have singled out me for his attentionsf'aancl a big W t , , tear splashed down upon a freckle on her clasped hands. :1 eg. i h rm . 5 To be sure Malcolm had only said, HHey Tildy, have aims: V g chew on me, as he grandly poked a package of Spearmint Rn , - gum at her. But no matter. When she was alone she had hm . : dreamed over the scene many times so that before she went 5 to bed, it was some thing like this :-w 1L i .mmm, Miss Matilda Ann was picking her steps daintily along the 2.: 3. little path on her way to church. Mr. Malcolm Montgomery strode up to her side. 2:; i . Sweet Miss Matildafl said he bending low, Hwould you deign to partake of 3's; l' ' this humble confectionafor my sake? i3, . . Ls . as . r Mlss Matilda had deigned --for his sake and extricated a piece daintily from t: ; 1 the package. Oh blissful moment! but thought would go relentlessly on. Xv: . R 2;: .1 ' 78 h; '4: . .