Reed College - Griffin Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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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

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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 W: BOYS tOne of the gems found in the unpublished collection of the late lamented tat W 5: BNtRi 555551635an9 I adore boys.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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FOR ON E GONE One slow silv'ry cloud in the greying west, 'Tis for thee, thou art there, One Iow murmured song, though the world be at rest, Tis thy evening prayer. The moaning wind round my chamber bare, I'Tis long since thou wentJ Doth whisper a dying cry of despair, Its last breath for thee spent. Dark night descendeth with chilly breath k O'er a world without thee, :Shpyluf'gm And I see in her train the cold sables of death, rdeMh Soon with thee shalt I be. ' dem 4w. J. N. ; JWM Dog Q00 gmm RAINY DAY SONGeA CHILD mm My window is a picture frame I' On every rainy day, Wdihm. Where wind and water have a game ldlttam. Of hide and seek, at play. WWIIW I Sit and watch the fun without ' Though I must stay within; When I was small I used to pout To see the rain begin. But now I put my nursery chair Before the window pane, Because I love to see, out there, The wind play with the rain. The raindrops fall from Clouded sky dtca PM H, To glistening earth below, TAT The winds blow hard, the maples sigh, But I like it all, just so! w-M. j. N. W at: $9 W A RONDEL gigw I beg the gods when I come to dIe To grant me a day surpassmg 'falre- The breath of Howers 0n the an, IWW And a warm sun low in the western sky. :lm For IVve lived my life where winds shriek by, W hills Where waves roll high agIzainst rockds worn bare, I 1'05 So I beg the gods when ceme to 1e mypdhgfw To grant me a day surpassnng falr. g8? mil I crave a garden where breezes sigh . Twp gIdIL ., And humming birds nest in the perfumed I'dll' Iwilgassiwwlm Of a flowering hedgfe; whelnce all dull care ' I ' H t ne. There et me ie, Nkcwaonik' I ?asegCthe gods, when I come to die. WWW ' -M. j. N.