Reed College - Griffin Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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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 .

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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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remclm i for you 10W i gmiqu America. ignmoi-fordmillw Dlows owflhwil an. a 1920 '6.- fen. saw! 9? 953::0hi 6g H's. GRIFFINAEW Ebat Sellwooo Gen and efheiency. He is unique. I know of no other representative in the P. R. L. 82 P. Companyls service who is so uniformly affable, accom- modating, and cheerful. When I ride to school occasionally, and en- counter this remarkable man on the rear platform, the otherwise irksome journey is made delightful and pleasant. His running Fire of conversation is about like this :-HNow be careful in alighting. Here's your package. All right! Next is Huntington, McLaughlin and Rhone. Wait till the car stops, please. Now, be careful. As I was saying, the political situation is dubious. The forces of evil are so strategically camouHaged that they will be hard to defeat. When I was at one time holding political ofhceeYes, mam, Iill remember. You've still about a mile to go. No, mam, we never, under any circumstances carry passengers beyond their destinations? So he rambles on, never truculent, curt or harcluboiled. I have heard it said of him by fellow-workers going off shift, that he inquired sorne five times of a lady, if she had succeeded in recovering a lost umbrella, always forgetting, in his thought- fulness, his previous inquiry. I suppose that under ordinary circumstances, a conductor who talks politics with passengers, would be called on the carpet. In this special case, I suppose, the tremendous influence for equanirnity and good-will toward even the exasperating street-car system, is recognized as a rare gift in a street-car conductor. So he is permitted to regale his passengers with his interesting sentiments. C. S. HERE is a conductor on the Sellwood line who is a model for courtesy i. T Q HOUSE A House A$the house which boasts of two heraldseis a mixture of all kinds of trumpetry. Between whiffs from boiling Clothes which soar upward through an ever-open basement doorway, one is conscious of other floating phenomena,.1n- eluding aeroplanes of long standing Hits and soloistic choruses upon the snbject Hleft toe turned to the right and ears wiggle? From the cap and gown aspirants on the first Hoor, where door pads carry on flirtations with the dagger ancl iperwinkle-tooter. The gray and white room has become the scene of many 0f Reed's decisive conferences. It was there that the eminent jean, Herrnome, and Violet, decided to give Honly seconds and fourths on potatoes-ano th1rtls and Was there also that Lucy gambled her last cent onywhether or not the house mother could successfully ramsaek Miss Harringtons room for the menii of meICms. The japanese question has been finally settled through the effort of. theI COnrlmittee appointed by President Eliot, whose highest hopes have been attainec by Tamaki, Mrs. Robertson, and M. Atkin. 85