Reed College - Griffin Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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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.

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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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yXXZO; 1.920 say OLD STUFF HERB MALARKEY: UDo you suppose you can cut my hair without making me look like an idiotT' BARBER: HIt will be a pretty difheult thing to do, but I'll try it. On the Board was written: HFind the least common multiple. ' HHello! said Mr. Brunner, is that thing lost again? DAVE PATTULLO: HAw, shut up! .. TEDDY STEFFEN: You're the biggest dunce in school. MR. BALDWIN: 'lBoys, dont forget I'm here. I will be your valentine, said Louise Smith. .. - HA shadow passed across Harold King's face. I was so in hopes that I wouldn't get any comics this year. HISTORY PROF: llWhat is a plebiscite? . .. MISS HARRILD: Someone who lives off soc1ety. GREAT WORDS OF GREAT PEDAGOGS RIDDLE: nDahm. MAIZLICH: UVell vhy dont you shout it. NILSON: HYou can't use this, I got here firstfl CLARKE: uWell we are going to start regular classes next week. STAUFFER: HDo you smoke cigarettes. BECKTOLDI Old Chap. MCKINLEY: HSocial scientists are denied Laboratories. KOEHN: HElh, E'h, the constitution. REBEC: If I may speak to you as future teachers? STRONG: HWell, that is a good question for you to answer? BASSET: uOnly three great psychologists in the country wear beards. BACON: 'lWell now when I get to South America? YOUNG: ilWonlt you come over and see me. BALDWIN: Youlll see. QRAY: Now when I was writing a criticism in Oxford my old tutor used to ACKERMAN: HEeonomists have come to blows over this point. SCHOLZ: HI-Iumanly speaking as a historian. TURNER: I-I'm, H'm. , GRIFFIN: HWell, I made a boner that time. KNOWLTONZ Now at the thirteenth holef' COMPTON: I have change today. WHAT IS THE SECRET OF SUCCESS? uPush, said the button. . Take pains, said the window. Keep cool,' said the i c.e A ship without a rudder, An oyster without a pearl, But the funniest thing I've seen Was Earl without a girl. 84 myhi- t: in? t 5 w 9 3f ., 1 x 1,; JR. 3'1 ,y , v.5? 'f'wj '. , V r E AP. m :- izxw I K . 2: ! L v V 1', 5' 13 . U i, 2 3w. , .IEMH uiium t I swbg'axy a .Q .1, ,V o , Q1 g . 11m: ' u ff H Ti i 33'! if T 14? Vassar mm c '3 f' 5' . :1; 1- T. H'fg; 1. am W 3 M r wan Mu. tr .4. x; r m Ir gmewuwm Z3E.ri3t4 m .