Reed College - Griffin Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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HE GRIPPI bl i . W: BOYS tOne of the gems found in the unpublished collection of the late lamented tat W 5: BNtRi 555551635an9 I adore boys. ; They amuse me. i There are the Tough Guys. U58 3Hd walkway, They call each other Simple. I I kawi full. Mir; pJWMW emMmm mwmm gmm? M $' mmmw i to 'ihigI1-bf0555 r i. mMWWi 0 chances: I; meW5 They sit up all night to play bridge And look haggard and weary eyed Next day. They gulp down half a glass of Bevo. And smoke innumerable cigarettes In a languid fashion And think they're very Wicked. There are the Book Worms. They stalk across the campus With a preoccupied air. They scarcely have time for their meals But write English themes with one hand And eat their bread and butter With the other. They can spout Chemistry formulas By the yard And tell you the exact date Calthroanpieeous Crossed the Basaltic. They rush madly from one class to another A dozen volumes under each arm And they think they're terribly Busy. Then there are the Chronic Fussers. They are just saturated with dates, And tell you with a satisfied air They havenit gotten home before midnight For two weeks. They are simply suberb In the toddle. A faint aroma hangs about them As of attar of roses. They part their hair in the middle And glow resplendent In golf socks, riding breeks, and bow ties. Indeed, they're very Fetching. I adore boys. They amuse me. 'Li. M. R. e Q-W-vrr-

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yyyyo MTIa ?thins makes a Score Ah pulled his spade out of the loamy soil and sniffed. The spring breeze P was blowing from the kitchen and IiPaI' fancied it carried odors other than the sweet perfume of cherry blossoms and Violets. In fact, he was 6; sure that he could smell waffles. qu Ma ain't making waffles, my u w name ainIt Perkinsj, said he. I'Wonder if theyIs any chanct of getting a couple? He stood the spade against the hen-house and walked to the kitchen door, He gasped in amazement. HMaII hada whole platter of golden brown wafers and the mixing bowl was still three-quarters full. HCosh-aII-hemlocks, but Mas making Iem fast? tThis to himselfJ TheneHMa, thenis good-looking wafers you got thereewhat chanet of getting oneT' IIMaII wheeled around. uNone what-so-ever, Mr. Perkins. You just get back to your spading. These wafers are for the United States, Army. Waffles for the Army, indeed! Had IXIa gone mad? HIVIa, you aint out of your mind, are you7H HNo, IVIr. Perkins. I,m perfectly rational? When HPaH heard that word Hrationalf he knew his chances were slipping. In fits of determination, Ma always resorted to Hhigh-brow phrases, that bowled iiPaH over completely. IiYou neeant get so uppish, Ma. I just asked you what the Chances were? HAs I have remarked afore, there aint no chances. These waffles are going to a truck load of soldiers which is going by in. twenty minutes. As long as you aint a ilad in khakif Pa, you might as well move on.H HI joined the Salvation Army once, Ma, and I signed the pledge. DonIt that let me in? HDonIt get funny, Pa. I-Iumor ainit becoming in a man of your agef Pa changed his tactics. HI guess youIre right, Ma. I'm getting old fast. My lumbago bothers me considerable, and my heart gets kinda jumpy every time I put the spade in the sod. And I only could stand seventeen hot cakes this morning. Thats a poor record for me, Ma, as you know. Iim weakening fast, allright. HIVIaI, looked at her spouse in anxiety. This wasnt the Pa shed known. He had never complained. HYou ainIt sick, are you, Pa? she asked. Pa moaned faintly. IIDunnof he remarked. IiHere, set right down, Pa, dear, and let me get you a little brandy. And 111 give you a iHermanIs I-Ieart Ease Pillf You better have an egg-nog, too? i. IIPaH nodded feebly and said, HNever mind the egg-nog, Ma. Them wafersIII do. They got as much milk and eggs in ,em as egg-nogs has. lust pass me a couple, Ma, and the maple syrup and maybe this little weak Spdlnll pass over in a minute. 80

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e2: HE: GRIPFI 1.920 ' SPECULATION I went into a Chinese restaurant And ordered Chow Duy Doy Which is Chink for Chicken Chop Suey. When he brot it I found He had given me the bonicst 3' WW a Parts of a tough old hen. There was the M I i Neck, .6 '4 ls, I v. Wings, 4 Ribs, w v 'i W Backbone, -9 .v ' Vt M And I suspect, the Feet. 1 I know why the sleepy looking Son of Heaven Gave me all the bony pieces of chicken. I-Ie thot I was a seeker 0f the bizarre. IBgztasI 3:3; ??fed 0f Occidental food. Luh-Y Ihvh y' Anyway he fed me the bones, And kept the white meat and the drum-sticks 1' ' h For his slant-eyed countrymen. F a . But I fooled him, Vi ! cum 0' I ate the meat from the bones, a 5g '1 And put them in the tea pot. Won't the dreamy dishwasher be surprised I! W Will When he finds t W Bones of the u... M, m Neck, y u y,- Wings, ' ' Eibib M on 9-! ac one, w .- 9nd I suspect the M M: eet, In the 01d chipped tea pot? 1' m I mum Nh w W. O 0 Q9 Q9 M ....4 My little green and gold Buddha Sits quietly between tall candles Iaridhwatches life. W. ig joy and bitter sorrow t Move him no more than shadows, A M Than purple cloud shadows ' e That fall upon the hills. 3' I M m And when I bring my petty woes J h ' $- To burn with incense at. his feet ' M o g. . His eyes stare with benign ennui H ' hm w SBehincl the Iwisps ofhcurling smoke. t. v w. h. f, ometimes envy t at im assive calm, '. But oh, I would not take 11: in exchange M :3 It For all the human joy and grief of life. l N W I I he years behind my Buddha are I h N .1. A row of orderly gray stones; ' I ' .t t But my years fall in tears and rose-leaves l... ' 3.. Upon the path of time. ,h W -F. F. i. ' K, N l 3- -- c: h 'h u 5-. 82