University of Maine at Portland - Reflection / Umpire Yearbook (Portland, ME)

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PUVIAN I 92 5 2 7 P. U. DEBATING IfSSOCIATION Tap Row--Ear1 Currier, Ralph F. Blood, Stephen Larrabee Middle Row-.Pierre Belanger, Leo B. Brae, Wilfred Sevigney Bottom R0 Walter Stanford, Wright Cousins, Carlton Moore A CHALLENGE Portland University is a young but progressive college, and therefore neccsr sarily its organizations are also young, but likewise they, too, are progressive. .Tlne Debating teams of the University have practiced all Of the past year. They are now anxious to have the other Maine colleges and as well any other New Engn land colleges give them a fair show on the forensic field. We believe that the associations in the colleges are broad- mimletl enough to be willing to help us on to our feet, and therefore we make the statement that we will be glad to receive dates for debates at any times during the coming season Challenges or accept- ances should be mailed to Ralph F. Blood. President of the Association.

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26 When you burn your hand what three authors do you think of? Dickens, Hewitt, Bums. I-Ie: Why does McCrellis talk so much ? She: He was vaccinated with a phone: graph needle? HOME Comma Druggisfs Daughter: Now. Jerome. you must come to church this evening. The minister is preaching from the text, 'Love ye one anotherh Jerome K.: Carft we stay at home and practice what he preaches ? ANOTHER GOUFFA He: The tunnel we Just through cost a million dollars? Fair One: Wt was an absolute waste of money, as far as you are concerned. passed THE VVRDNG VIEWPOINT A lady went into a photographer? ta have her picture taken naturally. W'hile the photographer was adjusting the cam: ran, the lady wrapped :1 ciothes-line 'around her skirts. You'll have to take that OPE, madam? said the photographer, tT cmft take your picture that way? HYou calft fool me that way, young man. she said. I know you see me upw side ciown in that cameraP NONE TllF. 1.1255 DESIRABLE Old Lady; t'I see that tips are forbid- den hem. Attendant: hLot. Mum. 50 was apples; at the Garden of Edenf' PORTLAND UNIVERSITY YJvam-X'rs Dear Parents : Itve been suffering from eye strain lately. Sou. Dear 5011: Please don't study so hard. Mother. Dear Son: Keep away from the front rows of mu- sical comedies. Father. OUR FACULTY tCoutinued from page 23h miss 23mm: 53mm Miss Spring is certainly a very efficient teacher of shorthand and secretarial sub- jects, according to the reports from the girls in the College of Secretarial Science and they know what they are talking about. Miss Spring is always ready to help out in the time of trouble. miss Kathrrine :11. Emma; Herets to our popular Registrar! If youke- feeling kinda blue it seems pretty good to see Misa Kearney and catch a hit of her catching smile. Some say that Miss Kearney can make :1 typewriter get dizzy and run backwards; many times we hml that typewriters: have to have. extra cylinders installed after she has To sum up a short story. shes a very valuu given them a number of fast runs. able asset to Portland University.

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28 PORTLAND UNIVERSITY ' THE BARCAROLE tCoutinued from page 22h wayward houseeat eauhl be seen return- ing from a night of revelry. There might ham been one. but the darkness was ver- ily complete. and the shadows too deep to see into it. The Arno Rowed lazily along. its waters gently caressing the banks of clayish earth. as it progressed. Now and then there appeared some- thing heating on the surface, heedless of any destination; or was it merely a fancy? 0n the opposite shore the houses were built down to the very water it; self, and thus presented an almost im- pregnahle barricade of hriekst as their ex- panse was unbroken. Not far dOWn the river, the Ponte Vecchio, as dismal and forbidding at night in the quietness, as it is friendly and vivacious by daylight, con! nected the two banks in an almost 33:60- tionate embrace. The whole atmosphere bred loneliness. The distant hell tolled the hour of three. As I stood musing 0n the awfulness of solitude, that sensation again became ap- parent. There seemed to be 110 expla- nation for it. It was a voice, yet there was nothing to hear. All was silent. Was it a child that moaned in its sleep, or a muf-Hed sob of grief? Now the Weird feeIing heeame continuous. It was more like a sound than ever, but it necessitated complete concentration. In the distance was the faint sound of someone singing. Such then was the transition from the sensation of direct feeling. It really was then a voice, that seemed to he carried by means of some single atmospheric wave through the night. and the wave dehected enough to reach me when others apparently were - unefi'ected. Now the person getting nearer, the song became clearer. It was not long before the voice of a woman could he un- mistakably recognized. She was pour- ing out her emotimi in a haunting rhap- sody. In one breath she sohbed, and in the next. she soothed .3 she Would glide up the scale, hoiding the last note in a ques- tioning, tantalizing manner. There was an uncontrollable depth of feeling all through the song. It was an ode of love, cast at some one in the boat, which the darkness hid as welt. Here and there faces appeared in vari- ous windows. They, too, were under the spefl of the hypnotic eantatriee. There in the silence we steed, drinking in the sounds as the melodious voice continued to pour: How reverent is the voice of these hushed heads. Looking tranquilly. The songstress moved up the river, and the rhythmatic clipping of the oars added to perfect harmony with the vocal fiood. The voice vanished as it had comeeslow- ly-slowly melting into aerial vapours. and was lost. The scene was changed, as the monastery hell marked the half hour, and the darkness hung like folds of crepe that smothered. GIOLITO. GRADUATION Thus begins the greatest chapter of life, with graduation. Prior to this time we have atl more or less stood on ground which has been cleared for 1.15 by carefut and loving hands. we have been regard- ed the yearlings of the human race, but now the doors of Life and Service are opened to us, and we begin to take our place in the great worhl. Our paths may he diverse, and will lead many of us far