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TABLE OF CONTENTS
PAGE
The Light That Failed, a Criticism 11
Dramatic Errors 12
ACT 1 13
Prelude to Act. 1 14
"The Only Ones That Didn't Care a Damn" 15
Where There's a Will There's a Way 17
Leading Ladies 18
One Girl's Influence 19
Periods of Exercise 20
Drives 21
Swinburne to His Hockey Stick 22
To Pembroke East 23
M. Carey's Chicken 24
In the Spotlight 25
Class Officers 26
Athletics 26
Movie (Entre Act } 28
ACT II 29
Pooling the Faculty (Side Show } 30,
Overiure 31
1918 34
"They'll None of 'Em Be Missed" 35
Pembroke West 36
The Students' Building 37
Minstrel Show 38
To Missionaries 39
Mob Scene 40
The Irreligious Side of Gym Meets 41
President Taft's Visit 42
Cut Cards, Their Joys and Sorrows 43
Senior's Garden of Verses 43
Our Educational Movie 44
"The Editors Do Not Hold Themselves Responsible" 47
"Those Sister Classes" 48
Radnor and Co 49
A Socialistic Experiment 50
Athletics 52
Class Officers 54
ACT III 55
Paradise Lost 56
Mme. Riviere 57
Milly's Freshmen 58
From the Critic's Seat 60
To Denbigh 61
Artificial Stimulation 62
The Athletic Championship 63
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President Thomas Receives 64
Psychologically Speaking 66
"The Quality of Mercy Is Not Strained" By Us Either 68
The Circus 69
Fuzzy Wuzzy 70
My Athletic Life at Bryn Mawr 71
Class Officers 72
Athletics 73
ACT IV. The Epilogue 75
We'll Tell the World 76
1923 :...' V. . .). . ! '. . 77
The Ingenue Parts 78
Family Circle 79
Hoculty 81
The Diary of an Association President 82
To Rockefeller 83
The Passionate Pagan 84
1921 85
A Seance in the Deanery 86
To Merion 88
Thus the Little Minutes 89
"Out of the Past" 93
Without Benefit of Clergy , 94
Exercise 95
Our Banner 95
Under Fire 96
May Day Try-Outs 99
We Are Seven 100
CHARACTER PARTS:
I. The Stock Broker 102
II. The Licensed Poet 103
III. The Visiting Englishman 104
IV. The Effete Iceman 105
May Day 106
Bridge 107
Graduating With Honors 108
Sunny Jim 109
Come Now and Listen 110
The Innovators Ill
The Lyric Quality 112
1922 113
Class Officers 114
Athletics 114
Dramatis Persona? 117
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The Light That Failed
(A CRITICISM)
The comi-tragedy of The Light That Failed, produced under the auspices of 1918,
is an interesting study of inheritance and an excellent example of the old time moral-
ity play; the only immoral element, Dr. Potter, we shall leave for a red class to
criticize. It would have been easier for the critic if the author had omitted the fourth
act, which is really little more than an epilogue, the only justification for which is the
publicity given to the rather charming old English May Day scene.
The heroine is engaged in a struggle against the curse of being a light blue class
throughout the play, while the conflicting emotions for '19 and '18 afford an inter-
esting bit of character drawing. The heroine is possessed of many good qualities, of
persistence, energy, and is above all a good sport, but she has one great flaw which is
the cause of her undoing — an over-developed sense of humor. This sense of humor
is apparently a family trait and proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that the sins of
the parents are visited upon the children. Just as she is about to gain her objective,
her sense of humor gets the better of her and frustrates her efforts. And yet it was
the sense of humor which made her not care a damn for the opposing forces of man,
nature and the elements during that perilous first act. The three seemed bent on her
undoing, Hel circumventing the carefree young girl by the intricacies of college eti-
quette, the office by tying her down with red tape and the drives by sapping the vitality
of the growing girl.
The outstanding characters in the first act were well cast and managed to keep
the attention of the audience centered upon them, they were all picturesque characters
and added spice to the play. They were set in splendid relief to the naive and in-
genuous voung heroine, who, by her delightful disregard of all convention made many
a dramatic moment, and kept the audience in a state of suspense. Good as the char-
acter studies were in the first act the play occasionally lapsed into mere horse-play
which reached its height in a hand-to-hand fight in a public street. This fight, although
bad from a purely dramatic viewpoint, gave the theatre a tremendous amount of pub-
licity, described as it was all over the country.
A good deal of straight humor was added by the comedian. C. M. K. A., who, by
his quaint drolleries and acrobatic stunts, called forth many a hearty laugh from the
audience.
One of the chief faults with the structure of the play is that the climax comes in
the middle of the first act when the heroine was voted fresh, after that great event
with its wonderful staging and truly tragic moments, the action falls steadily, reaching
a rather tragic denouement when the heroine is forced to call in Billy Sunday to save
her soul and lead her back to the trail. Most of the conspicuous characters leave
at the end of the first act, and altogether too many new characters are introduced,
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until the stage becomes overcrowded, while the showy red color scheme, at first pic-
turesque, becomes tiresome, and the horse-play obtrusive.
The romantic element plays a large part in the tragedy, the love stories begin-
ning almost immediately and ending in complications, add many charming scenes and
lighten the rather heavy atmosphere.
The lyrics throughout were bad, the choruses rarely knew their songs, and when
they did the words were hardly worth listening to.
Up to the climax the heroine manages to overcome the curse of being a light
blue class, but afterward her power of resisting good fails her and she succumbs to
her destiny. The play leaves one with an entirely satisfied feeling, however, after
the charming and unexpected scene of pure comedy, when the heroine overcomes Na-
ture and relapses into that delightful and original hoop rolling chorus.
Margaret Ballou
Dramatic Errors
Our author, 'we regret to state,
Does things that are not fair:
He brings in people who are not
At all essential to the plot —
And doesn't seem to care!
D. T. and this year's Freshman class
Have no large function here,
The Juniors are a blunder, too,
There's not a thing that they can do
To make the action clear.
Nelson adds color to the scene
And so we let him pass,
But those poor lab girls who must stay
In Dalton all the livelong day
We might delete en masse.
We wish the number on the stage
Were not so very vast,
For we should find it simpler far,
Since only very few can star,
To have a smaller cast.
Doris Pitkin
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Prelude to Act I.
At our first class meeting, it seemed as if all the important people in college
came and spoke to us. Looking calmly back, we see that Les and Charlotte Dodge
were there. They sternly impressed on us the importance of keeping the song a secret.
In fact, the gravity of their speeches forbids us to quote them in a light article.
After the class meeting was over, Peg Hutchins drew me aside, and peering fur-
tively around, whispered, "Of course, you know I want to see you about the song." I
had guessed as much. I wonder now why all the Sophomores had not also guessed it,
for no two people could have been more obvious conspirators.
We instinctively gravitated toward the graveyard, thinking it a retired spot, and
commenced a preliminary examination of the tombstones. No Sophomores were,
lurking behind. We were just settling down to scan "Tramp, tramp" in an elaborate
system of dead leaves and nut shells which we thought would give an illusion of un-
disturbed nature if Sophs appeared unexpectedly, when a carriage drove up. Two
ladies got out. Acting on the first law of sleuth — that all persons shall be considered
guilty until proved innocent — we assumed that they were Sophomores in disguise.
For some time we watched them with a suspicion which they did not at all understand.
I think our inspection of the inside of their pony cart, if they saw it, must have con-
firmed them in the obvious supposition that we were insane.
At last the song was composed, "and we went back to the campus. Apparently the
Sophomores had noticed more than we thought, for from the time I was seen with
Peg, my room was subjected to thorough searching. The climax came when Edith
Rondinella, showing an interest in me that has never reappeared, kept me out of my
room by translating my Latin for the next day, while Cornelia Hayman systematically
went through everything in my room. She even got a locksmith from Haverford to
take the rivets off my trunk, when she couldn't find a key that would unlock it.
Milly Peacock led three passionate young scientists on a sightseeing tour through
Dalton. After examining the curiosities of the geology department, they found them-
selves locked in. A thorough search revealed to Milly Carey an exit by the window
and fire escape, quite feasible for Meenie and herself. But Queenie was too long to
turn the corner. Milly stayed just long enough to absorb from Queenie enough of
Robert's Rules of Order to last through her various presidential careers. Then
she left Meenie alone with Queenie. Wasn't that nice of Milly !?* Then she
descended the fire escape where Milly Peacock immediately joined her.
But these were not the only people who did not feel lonely during the first days
of college. Our new theme pads and pencils were irresistable to '19, who smelled a
rat even where none existed. Then they had to stay and explain the vagaries of the
English department to us, and with their help most of us flunked. But just before
Parade Night we weren't particularly interested in themes.
Margaret Littell
Doris Pitkin
*The editors are in doubt as to which kind of punctuation they should use.
"The Only Ones That Didn't Care A Damn"
Four weeks after 1920 entered college we had become famous. Not through
effort of mind or muscles did we reach this exalted degree, but only through full
development of our natural animal spirits. A new era was ushered into Bryn Mawr;
the fall of 1916 was marked by the most thrilling incident of the last decade. 1919
voted us Fresh. "In accordance with a tradition which for some years past it has not
been necessary to revive," they dubbed us beyond the pale of decent society and cast
us into outer darkness. Can we ever forget the solemn portent of those days, when
Freshman greeted Freshman with awe-stricken whisper, and when only a common
bond of misery kept us from complete despair?
It was the fall weather, combined with quarantine, that made us so kittenish. In
dining room or Pembroke arch, at hockey field or Senior steps, we did everything in
the wrongest way possible, till Sunday afternoons buzzed with the tale of our sins.
The News opened the formal campaign with a sentimental headline, "Our Peg
Squelches Freshmen." A series of properly shocked articles followed, and we were
informed by the Honorable Editor that "Miss Verdant Greene has but little more time
to put away childish things before she may be dealt with very stringently." We
should have become enraged, and have burnt the editors in effigy. '21 has since shown
us the correct reaction to such a rebuke. But our overdeveloped sense of humor urged
us to give them something to be shocked about. By November the Dirty Seven had
gained a decided headwav in their desire to make the campus a snappy place to live in.
Their repertoire included all things desirable, from picking up handsome youths in
automobiles to swiping Peg's B. M. sweater from the sidelines. The climax came
with Sloanie's and Peggy Dent's mad plunge through flower vases out Hel's window,
and in the desecration of '17's banner by six common bath towels.
Our tale of crime was quickly told, and retribution was swift and sure. The red
and green stood side by side in many firm interviews. In vain Mudge and Marty
plead for us — our innocence and our childish pleasure; the hearts of the powers that
be were not softened. '19 took us to Sophomore Dance with smiling faces, and the
next day sent us The Letter. Peg Hutchins staggered into the dining room with that
tragedy queen expression, and reduced Phoebe to sobs at the disgrace she, the Secre-
tary, had brought upon the class. No words can describe the blackness of the gloom
that settled upon us. Peg, overwhelmed by the shock, departed to the Infirmary, leav-
ing Phoebe and me to deal with the awful tragedy. With the help of the dictionary
we answered '19's letter and then miserably awaited the class meeting.
The solemn session was opened by the reading of the letter. Phoebe did it well,
although she choked over "uncalled for actions." The class sat with trembling lips
and tragic eyes, as one by one the Dirty Seven stood before them and apologized. I
closed the meeting with an impassioned appeal for us to rise up from the ashes of
our dead hopes, and to renew the freshness of our youth in the paths of peace.
"Title supplied by editors. MlLLICENT CAREY
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Where There's a Will There's a Way
Our education was progressing famously under '17's able supervision, when the
time arrived for Lesson Two. It came in the shape of Freshman Show. They told
us that you never know your class till you give a play. It would be equally true to
say that you do not know the office till then. But before the play is over, you arrive
at a working knowledge of its nature and habits — unless you have perished in the
struggle.
The first hitch in proceedings came when Milly Peacock discovered our animal
was to be a Jabberwock. As soon as it had been changed, the committee kept it a
secret even from the class, although it did not require a brilliantly inductive mind to
guess that "nimble little Fox" made an excellent rhyme to "lair among the rocks."
After that, our indefatigable committee made eight abortive attempts to compose
a show that would not require:
a. Too much effort for the class.
b. Too much expense.
c. Too much tolerance on the part of the Seniors.
Finally, P. T. made confusion worse confused by saying that we must give a
Noah's Ark, waxworks, or a vaudeville. Some master mind — probably Lorna's — saw
an opening at this point. The show, as presented to P. T., consisted of (a), song; (b),
dance; (c), whistling stunt, etc. Then it was presented as a full-fledged musical
comedy, while someone in an inconspicuous spot set up the appropriate letters for
each feature. P. T., as we had been at some pains to find out beforehand, was not in
Bryn Mawr at the time.
At the crucial moment, a new merit regulation deprived the choruses of their best
voices. This difficulty was easily overcome by slipping the girls in question in as
negroes, where detection, to say the least, would have been difficult.
The dress rehearsal was a long-drawn-out agony. The singers were flat; the
dancers were everything they shouldn't be; the spotlight left the principals in darkness,
and played erratically over the holes in the choruses' stockings and unpainted por-
tions of the backdrop. Encouraging people told us that the worse the dress rehearsal
went, the better the play would be; and then predicted enormous success for the next
night.
Miracles occasionally happen. Minstrel Show was one, the Circus was another,
but Freshman Show eclipsed even these. Gerry alone was worth the price of admis-
sion. Even one of The News' well refrigerated write-ups thawed a little when it came
to her. Everyone who had seen the rehearsal was agreeably startled when the choruses
began at the same time as the music. Jinks started by captivating the leader of the
orchestra, and ended by enthralling the audience. She whistled not wisely but too
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well, for she has never been allowed to do anything else. The enthusiasm that the
cavemen called forth would have been a good argument for Ibanez; and if Maude
Adams had asked, "Do you believe in fairies?" anyone who had seen Zin dance
would have had to answer, "Yes."
The Light Blue had flashed in triumph from behind the footlights!
Doris Pitkin
Leading Ladies
We sing of the mighty Red Seniors
Who made our young lives simply — well,
They were typified by those fair Graces,
The trio, Peg, Monic and Hel.
Oh ! Monica flirted with Savvy,
Who thought that her writing was swell ;
And as for athletics, they centered
In mighty Peg Thompson and Hel.
The class as a whole was quite bumptious.
As Monica showed us quite well ;
And Peggy was not far behind her,
But greatest of these was our Hel !
Then sing of those mighty Red Seniors,
Whose exploits we still sometimes tell ;
And those very remarkable ladies,
The trio, Peg, Monic and Hel.
Doris Pitkin
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One Girl's Influence
We were young and very unformed when we arrived here, but soon, to quote a
famous line of Kipling's: "We learned about College from her." We learned, (or at
least those in Rock did I that it was a place with two varieties of bath-tub — the ordi-
nary, free-for-all kind, and Hel's Tub. It is really unnecessary to state that Hel's Tub
ivas the first to grow that Shower immortalized in song and story. Verses covered the
walls around it. Helen Marie herself began the custom with a little prose poem to
the effect that "Ladies Will and Others Must." Then Longfellow contributed, "This
is the bathtub prime evil," and after that poets became so numerous everyone lost
count.
Sometimes, when our peace was broken by a splash and a scream, we knew that
the Shower Bath Belle was ejecting a naked victim who had presumed to use Her Tub.
Belinda was the only person who escaped vengeance, and that was certainly because
the door was both bolted and barricaded. Inspired by a high resolve, Belinda waited
within while Hel waited without. If hunger had not forced Belinda to vacate. Hel
would probably be waiting still. I regret that the vagrant dog which Lorna tied in
the tub had less fortunate experiences. I always like people to be kind to dumb
animals.
But don't think Hel's refining influence was confined to Rock. Everyone on
the campus soon knew her as well as they kn9w that there were quarantine regulations.
Of course there is the exception of Jule Conklin, who, when writing up a game with
the alumnae in 1918, turned to Hel and asked innocently, "Name, please"; but cases
like that were rare.
All our song committee were brought up by Hel in the way they should go, after
we once sang a song commencing, "Oh Hel-\o, oh '20," and from that day to this our
songs have been noticeably free from profanity.
Everybody remembers how Hel kept the Endowment Fund in the public eye. I
have often wondered why they passed her over for Isabel Foster in this year's publicity
campaign. She had unparalled genius for the limelight.
Hel was such stuff as myths are made on. By 1930 people will be saying that
she threw bathtubs into the corridor and carried the head of Juno about, to use as a
missile. I won't say Hel couldn't have done this, but she never did. However, it is
fact and not legend that the florists' boxes outside her door blocked the traffic every
week-end. These degenerate days no longer know the meaning of a crush!
Space is wanting to describe Hel at basketball ; at water-polo, with the water of
the deep end just reaching her ankles: or, most magnificent of all, in hockey. Only
a motion picture could do justice to her unique variety of gallop. But, after all, ath-
letics were not her strongest point. She expressed her individuality better in fire
drills. They gave scope to her idea of humor and opened up chances for pleasant
personal relations with people.
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One of our very pleasantest recollections occurs in connection with an apology,
made after Hel had been locked out of her room. Hel, through long practice, had be-
come as adept at receiving apologies as 1920 was at making them, but on that occasion
she outdid herself in graciousness. I cannot understand why she did not immediately
win over to the ranks of her admirers the hardened reprobates whom she encountered.
Unfortunately, they remained in the group of those who detested her, for as every-
body knows, 1920 could be divided into two distinct groups: Those Who Loved and
Those Who Loathed. This classification included everyone in the class.
I can't see why Hel should have felt as she did on the subject of practical jokes.
There is a traditon that '17 had once been fond of them, but the story may have been
invented by their enemies. But at least in Hel's case, there should have been some
gratitude, for without 1920s attentions, how could she have stayed on the map? For
the matter of that, how could 1920 have stayed on the map without Hel?"
Now I come to a very sad phase of Hel's career. After she had gotten her A. B.,
a mad ambition for a higher degree possessed her and she rashly returned to the
scene of her former glory. Alas, her throngs of satellites had gone. Even the con-
tinued devotion of Miss Nearing and those prolonged kisses that !we heard through
the door of the Prophet's Chamber (where Hel slept) were not like "The old, old:
love we knew of yore." Even Corny showed signs of falling off. and the sandalled
train had gone long since.
Hel, since 1918, has been an unlaid ghost. Let us speak no evil of the dead !
Conundrum
When '19 once again we see
'20 is glad as glad can be,
I wonder now — can someone tell,
Why don't we feel the same toward Hel?
Doris Pitkin
*They didn't.
PERIODS OF EXERCISE
When we first came to B. M. C.
We only had to sign up three.
When no'jw at exercise we rage,
We call that time the Golden Age.
Some distant day, the students sad
Will weep, '"Twas only four they had."
D. E. P.
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Drives
She told us that every loyal Bryn Mawr student would want to support the Gar-
rett Memorial, and that we as Freshmen, with our reputation to make .
It was Miss Helen Harris herself who thus appealed to our highest instincts, cooped
up in one of our very first class meetings. We were young and gullible, and with
an enthusiasm as eager as it was pathetic, we rolled up our sleeves and dedicated our-
selves to various high callings — dish washing, rousing our elders after closing their
windows and turning on their thermies, opening beds, running in lingerie ribbons,
boot blacking — I espoused the last, ruining my fingernails, and flunking my re-
quired science on the strength of it. And then, one sacred day, the Fire Fairy rose in
Undergrad meeting and desired to commend the Freshmen for being the first to raise
their quota. A little later the first flush of our enthusiasm had perceptibly paled
when the above mentioned amiable lady informed Milly that the fund still lacked a
few hundred dollars, and since we were the youngest class in college, the least that
we could decently do was to supply the deficit. I, for one, flunked required English in
helping to fulfill the obligation. Anyway, we consoled ourselves — the money is
raised.
Our first act on arriving Sophomore year was to subscribe with passionate
patriotism to the creation of a Service Corps. I don't know where we thought the
money was coming from, but with the Alumnae looking confidently to the Under-
graduate body, and the Undergraduate body looking reverently to V. K., we ignored
all such sordid considerations. The campus burst into commercialism as it bursts into
measles. This time I took in mending. To be sure, it left me no time to study Minor
Ec, which I flunked, but then what was Ec. compared to a Service Corps? I have hazy
recollections of stocking darning, an abortive public speaking course, marking the ath-
letic field, (I contrived to smash the baby carriage in the process), and subscribing
to Liberty Bonds like a drunken sailor. Thrift Stamps were exposed temptingly for
sale outside the dining room doors, while Belgian babies and French fileuls were com-
manding tremendous prices, in accordance with the supply and demand theory
that I was so painfully trying to learn. I bought, subscribed, adopted; and late in
May, my family was besieged with frenzied telegrams for enough money to get home.
What happened to my Bt.g an baby I can't say.
I don't recall just what folly we committed ourselves to next. But I do re-
member signing a pledge for a vast sum of money — and then forgetting it.
Anon came the Victory Loan; and with at least one Liberty Bond unpaid for,
I willingly subscribed, trusting that the Lord would provide. Apparently I had
wearied Providence with a too blind faith. Anyway, one day in spring Darth asked
me for my pledge. As always happens, it had slipped from my mind as completelv
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as the money had slipped from my checking account. So it happened that the next
day I went to town, obscured behind a heavy veil, to hock a Liberty Bond.
History repeats itself. Again we are in the midst of an Endowment Fund. And
when it is for $2,000,000. it is on a truly grand scale. Let us be generous, however,
and acknowledge that the Alumnae are doing the actual money getting. It is for us
to display our charms to the public and make them believe that superwomen are a
species worthy of maintenance. (How wise not to leave that part to the Alumnae.)
There are, of course, minor drives that flourish with unabated vigor, as when we
follow the red line in Taylor. And that reminds me that I have signed a pledge — I
forget how much.
Alice Rood
Swinburne to His Hockey Stick
0 stick in my hand held so tightly,
0 stick that I smite with and use,
Of fabulous fields I dream nightly,
Of spots where no coaches abuse:
1 am sick of the pain and the passion
Where the first with the first team doth strive,
And I know it is not in the fashion,
But let us seek Team No. Five!
There no wrath of the rampant shall wake us,
Nor cries of the captain, nor team,
No powers athletic shall shake us
To break the delight of our dream:
Motionless, moonsmitten, marvelous.
No one shall think us alive;
Let us leave the first team with its laurels
For the lilies and languors of Five!
Doris Pitkin
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To Pembroke East
Aristocracies are always conservative, and Pembroke East is no exception. We
shall not dwell on the aloofness, the dignity, the chill repose that stamps the cast of
Verc de Vere, for these have been characteristic long before 1920 came on the scene.
We prefer to treat Pembroke from an angle that has become very popular recently,
the psychologist's.
If mental tests were not strictly sub rosa. we could show very interestingly how
Pembroke exhibited Mediaeval reactions by replying ''hierarchy of the blessed
angels," "the sin of gluttony" or "heresy" when we named certain less fortunate halls,
for Pembroke has all the traits of the midmost of the Middle Ages. Nowhere does
this show more clearly than in the way they look at the world. Stationary at the
center stands Pembroke; around it revolves the rest of the cosmos. (We consider it
more tactful not to mention the relative distances at which the other members of the
system revolve.) They have never dreamed of evolution; they still await their
Darwin, murmuring, "Because a thing has been it always will be."
We do not wish to seem personal in a scientific article, but when Miss
says: "Madame President, I move we go to chapel three times a week. You know
chapel going is a tradition and we ought to keep it up." You have a case in point.
The mediaeval position is most clearly defined in religious matters. While not
exactly advocating an inquisitorial policy, their* attitude can hardly be called one of
complete toleration. (For data on the subject, see minutes of the class meeting Feb-
ruary 19, 1920. and February 24, 1920.) They mortify the flesh by going to all re-
ligious meetings indiscriminately, and with a typical crusading zeal they rally around
the Church Millicent.
Pembroke East recognizes its own peculiar interest, and guests of the History
Club are always entertained there at tea in order to have a chance to study a phase
of past civilization at first hand. We regret to see, however, that modern western
ideas are already encroaching and one of their number takes a more than lively inter-
est in journalism for women. But the mass of the people are still true to their tradi-
tions and it will be long before they realize that the world does not share their senti-
ment:
"Better a carrot in Pembroke than ice-cream in Rock, or Radnor."
From Rockefeller
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M. Carey's Chicken
It was my firm and determined purpose to keep it a dark secret. I had been
brought up under the shadow of P. T.'s greatness, and the prospect of entering Bryn
Mawr stamped as her niece filled my soul with terror. "No one shall know," I swore
valiantly to myself. "Then if I do anything dreadful, She will not be disgraced."
Only her Secretary knows what passed between us in that first interview. "If I were
you," she said from the depths of her red velvet throne, "I shouldn't lay too much
emphasis on the fact that you are my niece." Oh innocent dream of childhood! I
little knew the sleuthing instinct of Bryn Mawr. The first thing to foil my plans was
The Neivs. A quarter of a column on the front page revealed my illustrious heritage
in full to the charitable college eye. For four days I managed to dodge behind the
fact that I was one of three M. Car (e)ys in the class. But on Sunday the race be-
tween me and my identity began. I woke to find on my door a large parchment invi-
tation to dinner at the Deanery. I could not refuse — that was evident — but how could
I get there without being observed? And what could I say to Virginia Kneeland, who
had asked me to a picnic at one o'clock? I finally made an embarrassed exit from
V. K.'s room, progressed to the Deanery by way of Pen-y-groes and Yarrow, and slid
past Ada's disapproving face into the dining room. After lunch I made the acquain-
tance of four winged animals, six clawed beasts, and two bronze peacocks in the gar-
den, and was introduced to sundry .pictures, whose painters I valiantly pretended to
know. I was then wrapped in three rugs and deposited on the front seat of the
Franklin. Our cyclone exit from Pembroke Arch almost caused the death of a fasci-
nated group of my classmates, who stood staring after us with their mouths wide open.
After missing Mr. Chandler's Saxon by an inch, we skidded into a group of dignified
Seniors. I hesitated whether to bow grandly to Peg Thompson, or to crawl under
the three layers of alligator-skin cover, and succeeded in doing neither. I breathed a
sigh of relief when we reached the open country; it seemed safer. It was just five
o'clock when the delighted choir witnessed my hasty exit from the Franklin tonneau.
I staggered through their midst, followed by that unmistakable voice: "Millicent,
don't forget to do your work regularly." The rest was lost as I tore madly down the
path.
The next night found me one of a group of Freshman who were being fed muggle
by Beany Dubach, while she amused us with her vivid analogies between the Facultv
and the animals adorning her room. She wras outdoing herself in her description of
the appropriateness of P. T.'s Princeton Tiger, when she was clutched by a frantic
hand from the rear, and Jinky's loud stage-whisper recounted my identity in full.
Oh, unspeakable curse! Why was I born a member of the Thomas clan? The amus-
ing but painful incidents of that year would fill a book. The Freshmen in Pern, had
the inestimable privilege of eating with the Prominent Alumnae. I was always late
-Title insisted on by the editors.
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to meals. At breakfast my hair was held up by three invisibles; at lunch I was
covered with ink; at supper my collar was invariably coming off. And ever I could
hear Miss Patty Thomas, in measured and monotonous tones, pointing me out to All
Those Present as the President's Niece. One day, I returned to my room garbed only
in a kimona to see Meenie escaping from the door with her hair in curlers — I entered to
find Dr. Simon Flexner sitting on the window seat and P. T. measuring my wall for a
desk. I did the only thing possible under the circumstances — rolled under the bed.
Chapel was always a thrilling occasion. Every time She would come out with any-
thing amusing or startling the entire audience would turn and look at me. What did
they expect me to do? / was not responsible. At Senior singing every time P. T.
was mentioned, I was watched to see if I would jump.
There are many other incidents which are stamped on my memory in letters of
scarlet. I shall never forget my state of mind after the Fight in the village, for which
I was partly if not directly responsible. The joy of combat carried me through
Wednesday undisturbed, but the next morning I met Her coming to chapel, brandish-
ing a newspaper, with fire in her eye, and I didn't stop running till I reached the Gym.
Once my family visited me en masse. We migrated to the gym in a formidable proces-
sion, and my brother and I marched up the aisle just behind P. T. to the re-echoing
strains of "Anassa Kata Kalo Kale," uttered loudly by my irreverent friends. I don't
think my brother ever recovered. Oh! life was full of excitement in those days, and
it has seemed very tame this year without her. I have been reduced to reading over
and over again her letters from the oases of the African desert, and from Monte Carlo,
and to listening to the innocent comments of Freshmen who know not the Dark
Secret.
Millicent Carey
IiN THE SPOTLIGHT
If I were but a debutante
And lovely as could be,
I would not mind a tiny bit
If limelight fell on me.
But when my hair is three long strings,
And ink is on my face,
And then they take my photograph,
I call it a disgrace!
D. E. P.
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CLASS OFFICERS
President — Margaret Grosvenor Hutchins
Vice-President — Margaret Millicent Carey
Secretary — Phoebe Helmer (resigned)
Elizabeth Williams
Song Mistress — Lois Walcott Kellogg.
Undergraduate Association Advisory Board — Mary Hardy.
Self-Government Association Advisory Board — Darthela Clark.
Christian Association — Assistant Treasurer, Gertrude Wye Steele (resigned).
Mary Hardy.
College News Board — Editor, Darthela Clark.
ATHLETICS
1916-1917
M. S. Cary
TENNIS SINGLES
Class Championship, 1920
Captain — M. S. Cary
Manager — M. M. Carey
Team
K. Cauldwell
Z. Boynton
TENNIS SINGLES AND DOUBLES
Class Championship, 1920
Teams
M. A. Chase Z. Boynton
M. S. Cary K. Cauldwell
Individual Champion — M. S. Cary
On Tennis Varsity — M. S. Cary
M. M. Carey
M. Hutchins
Captain — M. M. Carey
H. Holmes
M. A. Chase
M. L. Mall
N. Offutt
HOCKEY
Championship Won by 1917
Team
L. Sloan
F. Bonsal
M. M. Carey
B. Weaver
Manager— M. L. Mall
H. Kingsbury
P. Helmer
E. Williams
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SWIMMING MEET
Championship Won by 1920
Captain — B. Weaver
Team
K. Townsend M. L. Mall
P. Helmer D. Clark
M. Hutchins M. R. Brown
M. S. Cary B. Weaver
H. Holmes
COLLEGE RECORDS BROKEN
68 foot on front K. Townsend, 14 3/5 sec.
68 foot on back M. S. Cary, 17 3/5 sec.
136 foot on front K. Townsend, 34 sec.
136 foot on back M. S. Cary, 41 2/5 sec.
Plunge for distance M. R. Brown, 55 feet
WATER POLO
Class Championship Won by 1917
Captain — K. Townsend Manager — M. M. Carey
Team
M. S. Cary M. M. Carey
B. Weaver M. Ballou
K. Cauldwell K. Townsend
P. Helmer
OUTDOOR TRACK MEET
Class Championship Won by 1917
Captain, D. Rogers Manager, H. Zinsser
Team
M. M. Carey M. R. Brown M. Hutchins
K. Townsend P. Helmer H. Zinsser
M. S. Cary L. Kellogg B. Weaver
M. L. Mall M. L. Harlan D. Rogers
L. Sloan E. Luetkemeyer
BASKET BALL
Class Championship Won by 1917
Captain— M. M. Carey Manager— M. Hutchins
Team
M. S. Cary m. Hutchins
M. M. Carey K. Townsend
F. BONSAL
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&ct 11.
Overture
We must admit that we really were not canny enough for '19, or rather for
Freddy — for no brain but Freddy's could ever have evolved the plan of waking Riker
and Hendricks at 4 a. m. Monday morning and sending them to the steps of Taylor
Hall to write the Song. But to begin at the beginning, we arrived en masse from
Phoebe's Sunday night to find that K. Cauldwell and Leita had already hired the
Ford from the man with the gold teeth, and were going through the usual steps of
getting in touch with the band master and scouting out such people as Nan, Tip, Mary,
Becky, etc. They must have enjoyed our intense interest in their whereabouts, for
none of them were in on the secret.
Millicent was eating mocking bird's eye-brows era famille at the Deanery. We
sent her a note on that silver salver and managed to extract her to confer under the
bushes outside. Plans were laid for the following day, and we returned to Cartref,
where about half the class slept over Mr. King's apartment and the other half retired
to Mrs. Abernethy's to spend the night under Tip's bed.
Monday Milly's Marmon appeared on the scene like a thunderbolt. We tried
in vain to block up Pern. Arch first with barrels, then with ourselves, but the Marmon
went through regardless. From the moment that it appeared we realized that it fore-
boded no good and should be watched. With this in mind, we found the Ford and
gave chase. Was it prophetic, that grim allegory of 1920 in a little Ford tearing after
1919 in Milly's Marmon? We spent Monday in close contact with '19. It is safe to
say that not a member of the green put in an invisible that day, unobserved. Little
did we wot that the song was already written and that all our random movements
between Monday morning and Thursday afternoon were for nought.
Dolly and I hit on the brilliant plan of discovering the name of '21's chairman,
by making a call on Mr. Clarke, the printer of The College News. Mr. Clarke had re-
ceived strict orders to show The News to no one but O'Con under any condition, so
when we presented ourselves as Miss Darthela Clark and Miss Katherine Holliday,
respectively, he was inclined to doubt us. That was easily managed. We went to a
pay station and got K. Cauldwell to telephone Mr. Clarke from Bryn Mawr and tell
him she was Miss O'Connor and as editor of The News commanded him to let us go
as far as we liked. Mr. Clarke outdid himself, he took us all over his plant while we
grew more and more nervous as time went on, for O'Con was due at any moment to
paste the dummy. But finally he showed us the copy. I almost gave myself away by
falling over in a dead faint when I saw Teddy Howell's engagement announced, but
Dolly had charmed the obsequious Mr. Clarke and we were safe. By the god of Mis-
chance, which has always been the divinity of 1920, we saw every line of the copy but
the article about Foot.
Our journey was not wholly in vain, as Mr. Clarke presented each of us with
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yellow pencils and when the enemy discovered our escapade they almost changed the
president.
Tip thoughtfully relieved Millicent from her membership duties in Taylor Mon-
day morning, and in the meantime Foot, dressed as a Mother, in flowing veils, was
rushed into the campus in Faff Branson's car, walked to Miss Orlady's office and with
little ceremony was peacefully elected president.
The next dramatic incident was the kidnapping of Foot. We didn't actually do
it but no one will ever know how near we came to it. P. T. later told Millicent in
confidence that we would have been suspended, had we succeeded in our Pearl White
escapade. It was really a dramatic moment when we sat in Phoebe's and K.'s room
and planned for the Kidnapping of Marynia. The whole plan was admirably worked
out. We were to wake Foot with the other Freshmen to explain sophomore rules and
Dolly was to abscond with her by the back door of Pembroke and take her to Eleanor
Davis' in our faithful but costly Ford. Still waters run deep. Patty Thomas was one
of the chief connivers, and promised to leave the door unlocked. Now that I have
seen Foot as the piratical maid and am acquainted with her voice and strength, I must
say that Dolly would have had a rough ride to Chestnut Hill. Everything was in
readiness, the Ford behind Dal ton, when Foot's guardian angel — or was it ours —
made us abandon our plan.
We spent the night in or around Foot's room. About ten, Hel stalked down the
hall like a black spectre risen from the dead. It was ever thus.
Odd song leaders for years back rallied in Izzie Smith's room. Foot, worn and
thin from the trials that had been sent upon her (of which Dolly was the greatest)
was taken up tenderly, lifted with care and placed on Izzie Smith's couch. We sus-
pected a conspiracy. I, with more audacity than forethought, manipulated an entrance
and for a moment Hel and I were locked in loving embrace. Hel, like Grendel's
mother, set the jaw that has been written about in song and story and kicked me from
the room. I cherish the scar unto this day.
Wednesday morning found us a little dazed and decidedly dishevelled, all except
Ibbie Williams, who, with a beautiful marcel and pearl beads, appeared looking like
a perfect lady. Now comes the climax, the fight in the vill. Alice Harrison was one
of the ring leaders in the fight and because she says she was never so mad in her life.
I'll let her describe this disgraceful scene.
''There is a great deal of pleasure in hitting somebody hard. Dempsey may carrv
the thing to an extreme, but he has a great and satisfying profession. There is no
doubt in my mind about that. I love it. I have only one regret in the whole affair,
and that is that I could not puncture the Marmons tire, twist and press as I would,
with a hair pin. I cannot understand why automobilists are so nervously expectant
of punctures. If you buy good fat tires they are impossible; although, of course, I
was a little more handicapped than an ordinary nail in the road in trying to seem
nonchalant under Milly Peacock's steady eye. I have often thought what a good
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advertisement for the Goodyear people a tin-type of that scene would nave ueen, n m>
tin-type man had only had the presence of mind. He was there.
"My impression is necessarily almost entirely just of my own feelings. I knu«
from hearsay that the chauffeur hauled off and hit Phoebe, but at the moment I had
just been scraped off the back of the car on one of those hitching posts which still
stand there in front of the Bryn Mawr Trust. 1 lost, of course, my hold on .Dors
middv blouse when I was left in the road and I had nothing to do with pulling off her
petticoat. It was unfortunate that it should have fallen so plainly in the middle of
the road, and stood up so starchily and stiffly by itself.
"Well, as I say, by the time I had regained consciousness, the car had stopped
beside Ramsay's, but by hurrying, I was in plenty of time to get a good assailant, Gat.
I was glad to share her with Milly, and it took both of us just to hold her. Indeed I
have always believed that we never could have done it even so, except for my hair.
It has never been like that before or since. It rose to the occasion and fell upon the
enemy. It choked her, wrapped round her, made her sneeze, made her mad. It
shocked and delighted the villagers. I used to wear big shell hair pins but Mrs. Tubbs
is wearing them now. It behaved like a live thing, which indeed most of it was. Less
of it is now, and that little is hard to arouse, which may have some bearing on certain
references to the interests of Denbighites in this book.
"ft necessarily blinded Millv and me too, so that we had to be called off like
dogs when it was time to fall back in our supporting machine, triumphant. It was on
our way home that Dot told us the crux of the whole joke on '19. She hadn't really
heard the song at all."
After the fight came a few pangs of remorse. Millicent thought of the maternal
aunt with a few misgivings and I turned over B. Sorchan's remarks in my heart. Mary
Tyler's room was then barricaded, Foot spirited in and the song copied.
My impressions of Thursday are clouded and vague. That day was a night-
mare— dull, grey and monotonous. We had reached a fatigue level. Gerry swiped
the bandmaster's music and made up parodies to every song in the book, and when
we handed the book back to him it ivas open at Yankee Doodle. Cruel fate to be so
near and yet so far. The rest all happened hurriedly — a dash to the hockey field —
whispers — alternating that we had it and didn't have it; and then came a special from
Millicent, "Smile, whatever happens and be good sports." They sang faintly, we
cheered lustily. We are very glad that we did, if it had anything to do with that
write-up in 1919's class book "To 1920."
Margaret Ballou
Alice Harrison
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1918
We think a great deal better of you, 1918, than you do of yourselves. We admit
that you did not shine in athletics, although you mopped up the pool pretty well with
1919 and 1917 and won many of the minor sports before large throngs of you left
and married. Odd classes rarely marry, that is the chief reason why so many remain
in college for intensive training in athletics.
Your attainments were on a higher plane than even the top of the gymnasium.
You had too much sense of humor to spend your time and energy developing into a
prize fighter. In after years will the crown of glory go to the women with the best
developed brawn? — surely not in this day and generation. Here lies the chief distinc-
tion between the odd and even classes. One can easily imagine odd classes exposing
weak babies on hillsides rather than be encumbered with the physically weak.
Just here we should like to express our gratitude to you for the way in which
y'ou brought us up. You departed pleasantly from tradition when you discarded the
apron string method and allowed us an independent existence. To be sure we made
breaks, but if we hadn't The News would have been deprived of many a snappy edi-
torial, life would have lost the greater part of its zest for us and 1917 would have
had little raison d'etre.
You, 1918, produced Beau Brummel — an interesting comparison might be drawn
between it and the Beaux Statagem. but perhaps we had better not. You, 1918, added
a large part to Varsity Dramatics — and it is a matter of minor importance — you had
the best history song that has ever been sung while we've been in college; we particu-
larly appreciate it in the June of 1919.
Taking all in all, we should be honored to follow in your footsteps.
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They'll None of 'Em Be Missed"
Parade Songs.
The Perennial Drive.
The Little Red Whale.
The Typewriter Next Door.
The Subscription Gatherer.
The Unscrubbed Tub.
The Visiting Celebrity.
The Tea House Bill.
The Required Quorum.
The Spiral Stair.
Hall Rules.
Carrot Soup.
Good sports.
I've jotted down some little things
That I could do without.
The fact they never would be missed
Is clear beyond a doubt.
They may not be the same as those
On Mr. Gilbert's list,
But this is certain for them all —
They'd none of 'em be missed.
Alice Rood
Doris Pitkin
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Pembroke West
During the quarantine a horde of alumnae descending upon us chose Pembroke
West for their abiding place, thereby turning out its inmates on the campus at large.
This for the first time, brought them strikingly in contact with the rest of us, so that
we were able to study the characteristics of this obscure and little-known people.
That the college in general may know that Pembroke West exists, we publish these
few facts about its inhabitants and recommend them as a very pleasing if somewhat
self-effacing race.
One of these primitive people lives at the remotest end of the labyrinth of Pern.
This may account for the fact that she is late to classes. But she must not be judged
too harshly as she is partly under the influence of her room-mate, that riotous little
heathen, Meenie Hardy, and furthermore, she is not so awfully homely when one
gets used to her. She is one of the unsung heroines of history; for she did not prefer
liberty to death, but toiled for many hours over us, and like Svengali, tried to hypno-
tize us into singing. And if we do not sing her praises as often as we should, it is
merely out of consideration for those who might hear us.
Then there is Dot Rogers, who once in a while decides to stay at college and
attend a class or two, thus giving us a brief chance to make her acquaintance. (We
seldom see her, however, as she spends the greater part of her time in studying.) But
she ranks with Foch in fame, for ft was she who led the forces of 1920 at the great
battle of Lancaster Pike in 1917 A. D.
Some of us still remember Hel. Cornie Keeble may remember her, and I am
sure the florist does. Now, during the Sophie epoch, when Marian Gregg enjoys the
benefits of two room-mates, does Cornie remember those former days of love and
flowers and does she now feel like Hel(l) ?
The wild and spicy elements of the hall consist of the ballet-dancers, Marian
Frost and Dorothy Allen. The latter's corrugated hair reached Ibanez's heart, and he
held up the bread line of autograph fiends while he indited a poem to her waves.
We always thought Lilian Davis was cut out for a physicist because, aside from
her interest in the subject, she managed Jimmy Barnes so well. But when we saw her
at Fellowship Dinner, we felt we were mistaken and that her destiny should lead her
to the Greek department.
Of course people aren't apt to notice Zella, but then — we can't all be dashing;
though she does dress quietly she occasionally wears dainty wee earrings and her hand
is concealed by an elegant cluster of solitaires, a sign that the Zella-Zinsser partner-
ship will not take to the road.
At the very beginning of the senior corridor in Pern is the Select Salon, the home
of inspiration — where Harriet conceives our class drama, and Betty composes basket-
ball schedules. This is presided over by Agnes looking like Mona Lisa and the
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Blessed Damozel, while Hawkie, the Rough-rider, sits by the fire and ridicules the
follies of the world.
Who has heard of Milly Carey? There is many a flower born to blush unseen — ■
and she blushes often and very charmingly. Inconspicuous to the public eye as she
is, she has, however, some few claims to commemoration. It does not matter whether
or not she can sing, whether she is athletic, or even academically brilliant, one must
not expect too much; but she is connected with the Christian Association, a perfectly
respectable institution, and is intimately acquainted with Miss Applebee, and Dean
Smith, a mark of distinction. Without her the class of 1920 would still be wander-
ing on, perhaps, purposeless and with childlike innocence — as it was in the beginning.
But she has followed in the footsteps of her August Aunt, and we may well be called
Milly Carey's Chickens.
From Radnor
The Student's Building
We regularly vote to have
A Building for the Student,
And yet we never start to act
But it becomes imprudent.
Upon the far horizon's edge
Our Eldorado gleams,
We often try to reach it, but
It still is in our dreams.
Doris Pitkin
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Minstrel Show
(As It Would Have Been Reviewed by An Odd Class)
Our Minstrel Show was the very best show that has ever been given in college.
Everyone acknowledged it. Even we had to admit its complete success. In fact,
although we have been supreme in athletics and in singing, there is nothing we have
done so well as our shows and stunts; Freshman Show, Minstrel Show, The Circus and
the Fellowship Dinner Stunt were all excellent, but the greatest of these was the
Minstrel Show.
I think we had one rehearsal before the dress rehearsal. It was a sociable affair.
Gerry, with a certain motion which has since come to be called the Shimmy, was
teaching Hello, Phoebe, K, Dot Rogers and Milly how to sing like the Brown Brothers
in one corner; Meenie was making violent love to the cold and chaste Queenie in
another and trying to make her passionate voice heard above the clogging of Dot
Smith and Harr. while ten of the more portly ones of us, led by Mad Brown, were
doing the Emily Kimbrough dance, as it should have been done.
The night came. "Let's give three cheers for the Dixie Volunteers" and forty
of the blackest coons ever seen on the Bryn Mawr Campus came swinging down the
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aisle, led by the Self Gov. Queen, Gertie Steele, and Hello. From that moment on,
the show was a success.
Gerry sang and immortalized "When October Comes Where Will This College Be,
That Has Been Troubling Me," with unequaled sincerity and a quiver in her voice.
Meenie, our gentle-hearted flower-like Meenie, then arose black as your hat, in a suit
which would have been too large for Dr. Chew, and sang to the pale green Queenie.
"Fancy Your Fancying Me," and even Queenie melted.
Mad, as Cleopatra, led in her chorus and put them through their stunts like the
ring master with the elephants at the circus. The costumes of pale pinks and blues
made the black amazons look more entrancing than ever. Everything went wonder-
fully with the possible exception that some one thoughtlessly turned on the moon for
the Cleos instead of for the Harvest Moon scene and for a moment the air behind the
stage turned blue with Lorna's words of remonstrance. As this book will be in the
archives of the Trophy Club for many years, I think it will be as well to omit what
she said, needless to add, only "Our Peg'' could have rivalled her.
Margaret Ballou
TO MISSIONARIES
We're heathen and we're atheists,
And our benighted way
Is never brightened by the light
Of pure religion's ray:
We hope this proposition the more godly will not shock,
But why don't they begin at home,
And spend their time in Rock?
Doris Pitkin
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Mob Scene
An English Club reception should be expressed pictorially, not described any-
how. In the upper right hand corner I'd put a crowd of eager, childish faces peering
through the bannisters, their eyes beadily fixed on the ice cream. They could be very
decorative. Then I'd make a great many stiff, upright lines to represent most of the
guests. I'd draw Professor F. telling Miss B-ynt-n in one corner how much she re-
sembles an autumn leaf, and I'd draw Professor Cr-sh-w way down in the lower
left with Miss SI - - n saying, "See, I burnt my finger a little in laboratory today."
Miss S. — "He! he! You didn't bandage it very well."
Prof. C. — "I know. Won't you show me how?"
I'd show Mrs. William Taft's daughter communing with herself alone, all alone
in a desert. In the left foreground, I'd put one distracted looking man with red clocks
on his socks and I'd show by impressionistic lines a semi-circular crowd alternately
receding entirely and rushing in to beat upon him like waves upon a rocky shore.
"Don't yo'd think there is poetry in mathematics?"
"I believe you know my aunt. She sold you some candy at a bazaar in Chicago."
"What shade of green were the gods? I should have thought olive green."
"Do you know that spot you described in the second poem you read reminds me
so of our back yard. We've done such wonders with it."
"Did you write all those poems under fire? I should have thought you would
have been too busy."
"There were two lines from Tagore which kept winging through my thoughts all
the while you were speaking."
"Will you sign my book?"
"Will you sign my book?"
"Will you sign my book, will you sign my book?"
This is what the wild waves are saying. And all the while Mrs. Hedge stands at
the dining room door saying scornfully, "Him, him and his harem, him and his harem.
I think it's just disgraceful."
Alice Harrison.
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The Irreligious Side of Gym Meets
I never took part in gym meets, so I am able to write of them with that calm
detachment which Sloany or Mary Lou might lack. My prophetic soul warned me
never to go and watch them. After Meet No. 1 both reason and intuition told me I
would see something I wouldn't like at No. 2, and yet I went. I suppose Milly had
terrorized me with some of those threats that she passes around before athletic events.
I can't imagine any other reason for going.
A group of us sat clutching the gallery railing, recalling the cheerful traditions
of the Blues. Every time one Indian club struck another, we set our teeth and prayed
that it might not occur again. That gym meet, and not Major Philosophy, destroyed
my faith in prayer. I watched while our drill demonstrated the possibilities of curves,
while the Odds confined themselves to straight lines. It was more individualistic, but
Mr. Bishop didn't appreciate it. We were convinced from the first that he wouldn't,
yet we implored a merciful Providence to intervene. I omit an account of disasters on
the horses and the parallel bars. I omit Mr. Bishop's closing speech. It is enough
to state that I went out an atheist.
Doris Pitkin.
We used to sit beneath the spout
Where nice warm water trickles out
And think a person was a fool
Who swam about the swimming pool.
But now Miss Applebee is on,
And those delightful days are gone.
D. E. P.
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President Taft's Visit
(As seen by our publicity expert.)
President Taft was to have been met by a red-shirted band at the station, but the
ladies, in an eleventh-hour reluctance, refused to "show." In its stead, a dignified
little cluster of welcoming committee, in their caps and gowns, rusty and dusty from
daily and constant use, met him at the station. All celebrities are ushered, in cap
and gown, into the halls of learning, and the girls arranged a special treat on this oc-
casion as a demonstration of filial regard. Miss Helen Taft and Miss Virginia Knee-
land, president of the Students' War Council, representing Joy and Beauty, pranced to
the station on long-haired steeds, togged in picturesque caps and gowns. In bold
phalanx they came two abreast towards the rotund form of the ex-President. Sud-
denly the locomotive snorted and the whole apparition vanished down the road in a
cloud of dust.
The first great shock to Mr. Taft came when he found that American college
women shun suitcases as they do men — he had to carry his own to the waiting Franklin
in which Miss M. Carey Thomas, president, drove him to the great dormitory, Rocke-
feller Hall, where he has his suite.
Bryn Mawr, with its subdued sense of maidenly retirement, its refinements of
alcove and shy young womanhood, set off the jovial, benignant, Taftian expansive-
ness very queerly. From behind windows shrouded in concealing lace, faces peered
out at the notable. As he strode about the campus, his thickset figure and massive,
mobile face made an alien note in a setting that was all scholarly diffidence. (It was
as if an apparition of some old demi-god had toured an Anglo-Saxon dovecot. I
Against the half-glimpsed lure of posies in some student's nearby room and the bur-
nish of copper tea-service, hilmself and his words sounded oddly out of place.
The subject of Mr. Taft's evening address was, "Why the United States Is At
War."
Frances von Hofsten
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Cut Cards, Their Joys and Sorrows
Cut cards, what do those two innocent little words suggest? Everything, liter-
ally, from eating caramels comfortably in front of Susan's open fire, to pursuing
Peggy frantically to the third floor of Merion, only to be told by Sloany that she was
away for the week-end and the cut cards were uncollected. The joys of Chapel and
Association meetings are greatly enhanced for the Cut Representative when she re-
members how many Hall Reps, and people who have forgotten to register their cuts
she can see without going from the front door of Rock to the fourth floor of Radnor.
Few secrets, even those deeply buried in her class-mates' hearts, remain unre-
vealed to the Cut Representative. It is not that she is inquisitive, somehow they just
come and pour out their secrets to her. Those on probation especially are communi-
cative. Rarely is there a Harvard Prom or a Princeton game that someone does not
come to explain her apparently reckless cutting.
Nothing could be more irresponsible than the attitude of the Seniors for their
last semester. Illuminating suggestions such as, "Why not let us have all the cuts we
have not used during our four years, and go on a real bat?" come frequently to the
ears of the harassed Cut Committee. We, unfortunately, have not been able to arrange
for this to take place, but it contains a valuable suggestion for future Cut Committees.
Dorothy Jenkins
Senior's Garden of Verses
A girl should always say what's true,
Announce when she is bidden to,
And say it softly at the table
Just as fast as she is able.
M. H. B.
Every night my prayer, I say.
I pray for dinner every day,
And every Sunday when I'm good
I get a grape-fruit after food.
The hall that gives you lots of sweets
With chocolate sauce and other eats
It is extravagant, I'm sure,
Because our dear Bryn Mawr is poor.
M. H. B.
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Our Educational Movie
Passed by the State Board of Censors
A DAY WITH THE BRYN MAWR STUDENT
(In six reels.)
Promptly at 8:40
Our student approaching Taylor Hall for morning devotions. Note the archi-
tectural details of this handsome structure.
(Shift to interior. Student passes under arches of purest Gothic. Fine speci-
mens of stained glass windows in the early Pullman style are seen. At rear, study
of white roses, with man to give scale.
Shift to platform. View of presiding officers of the college in a state of sus-
pended animation. Three minute pause, the figure at right approaches pulpit.
Shift to students.)
One of the most inspiring spectacles afforded us is the sight of these young
women at prayer.
(Close-up of Seniors. President of class is taking attendance and ^writing
notices. Statistic fans are timing chaplain with stop watches.
Close-up of Freshmen, hard at work on Latin and Biology.)
We will first follow our student to a class in History of Art.
(Miss King is lecturing on Renaissance Painting. F lash-back, showing scenes
from the Decameron. Lights are turned on, revealing Miss Ballou, slumbering peace-
fully with her head on the next desk.)
Let us now accompany her to the laboratories.
(Girls at work with microscopes. Close-up of vieiv through microscope, a blank.
Flash-back, showing life history of paramoecium.)
The professors are well satisfied with their results.
(Shift to Philosophy class. Close-up of Smilax. Slow fade-out of smile.)
Spanish is a favorite subject.
(Shift to Spanish class. The professor lectures to the back of the room while
the girls are absorbed in note-taking. Close-up of note book:
"Dear Jack :
Your invitation to the Prom came yesterday and I only hope that the quar-
antine will be taken off "
Dream-picture of student at Yale Prom.)
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Mid-day finds our student with her girlish appetite whetted for the simple bul
abundant food.
(Shift to dining room. Scene, large dining room. Over Venetian Renaissance
fire place is deeply carved in ancient Chaldean. "Panem nostrum quotidianum da
nobis." The aesthetic character of the furnishings is borne out by the china. Side
tables groan under food. Students do likeivise.
Close-up of plate, show two particles of carrot and a square inch of beet.)
A hearty meal being concluded, our student sets out on a round of afternoon
duties. We accompany her to the Office in pursuit of a requisition for the Gynasium.
(Rapid shift of scenes, showing the student directed from the business office to
the lair of the janitor, thence to the book shop, the Gymnasium, back to the business
office. A period of delay, waiting for the president. Student finally assisted home.
Accelerated motion is used for scenes in the office.)
Our student's life is not all work. A view of the hockey field gives us an oppor-
tunity to watch her in her recreation hours.
(Scene, hockey field. Opposing teams in action. Roll-in. bully on 25-yard line,
and corner shown in rapid succession and repeated ad infinitum.)
A great deal of interest is attached to the goals.
(Shift to Senior goal, showing goal keeper in tense attitude, ivith features assum-
ing expression of extreme apprehension.)
The ball approaches.
(Close-up of ball. Shift, showing keeper accidentally hitting it into goal.
Shift to Junior goal keeper, sitting in the side lines, singing.)
Democracy is the keynote of Bryn Mawr.
(Dining room at dinner time. Girls in T shirts sit down beside girls in evening
gowns. In many cases the student wears the picturesque gymnasium suit beneath a
long coat. Conversation is general, obviously no social distinctions are made.)
The college is unable to furnish music With meals, but the students themselves
supply it.
(Close-up of table, Mute is singing alone. Others make vain efforts to slop her.)
A favorite evening diversion. Bryn Mawr's association meetings give adequate
training in statesmanship to the super-woman.
(Scene, Miss * is seen conducting a Self-Government meeting in strict
accordance ivith Roberts'' Rules of Order. Chair interrupts floor, saying: "Miss
, / heartily disagree with you. My own opinion is ")
The evening progresses.
(Shift to room F. The tired student is getting a much needed rest and finishing
her sweater while a charming Czecho-Slovakian lady, supplied free by the College,
for cultural purposes, lectures in her native tongue.)
[•Name deleted by interested editor.]
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At 10:30 the day really begins.
(Scene in dormitory. The business of the day is completed. Tongues and gar-
ments alike are loosened. The corridors are filled with merry groups.)
Let us peep into a few boudoirs.
(A serious little group is seen discussing the events of the day, with that sincere
introspection that is characteristic of the super-woman.
"Oh, do you know what Derry said in class today? He said " deleted by the
censor.
"My dear, if I don't get to New York soon "
"Oh, have you heard what Cecil ?"
"Oh, dear, she didn't, really! "J
Light refreshments are served from 10:30 to 12:30.
(Scene, a study. Cans of condensed milk, chocolate, crackers, peanut butter and
sausages are in rich profusion. The electric toaster adds a domestic touch. At last
the hungry student is satisfied.
Close-up of half -empty muggle cup.)
The End
NEXT WEEK
Ex-President Taft's Daughter. Starring in
MALES AND FEMALES
Will be shown at this Theatre
Alice Rood.
Doris Pitkin.
If those who wrote the books within
The C. A. Lib could see
What we with Delly study there,
How shocked they all would be.
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4The Editors Do Not Hold Themselves Responsible'
Miss ,
President of Self-Government.
My dear Miss :
The informal written reprimand
which you shipped me arrived promptly
and in good condition. The penman-
ship was legible, the wording compre-
hensible. My intention was to pre-
serve it intact for future generations,
but needing writing material in a hurry
one day, I unwittingly seized the repri-
mand and used the margins and re-
verse side to jot down some extraneous
material, which quite spoils the dignity
of the whole. Could I trouble you for
a replica of the document? I will
gladly repeat my crime or confess an-
other in payment for a fresh copy.
And now that we are in correspond-
ence, may I not avail myself of this
opportunity to express my appreciation
of the well-chosen title with which you
mask your system of kindergarten dis-
cipline. "Self-government — "self-gov-
ernment. A paradoxical use of the
term, but justified by precedent, I
grant you.
Yours faithfully in the spirit,
Margaret Hawkins
To the Public:
Fellow-sufferers, awake, you have
nothing to lose but your chains and you
have the world to gain! Friend Tol-
stoy says the only power government
has, it gains from self-hypnotism. You
gaze and gaze till, stupefied, you obey.
Self -hypnotism and self-government,
self-government and self-hypnotism —
what a pretty jingle!
This self-government of yours wraps
round your limbs like swaddling-
clothes, impeding your steps. Unswad-
dle yourselves and ivalk!
Self Government Hall
My dear Miss — — :
Your note of the last instant finds us
still in good health and able to enjoy
life. We are glad to enclose three other
copies of your reprimand and trust that
will suffice. We always take pleasure
in doing our best to comfort those whose
simple lives, free from all temptations,
never bring them before us. You are
not the only one who, thus situated and
anxious to be noticed by us, has com-
mitted a theoretic crime. As you have
so aptly put it, this is kindergarten dis-
cipline, carefully adapted to its reci-
pients.
Trusting that your love of the lime-
light may never force us to consider you
seriouslv, I remain
Your loving friend,
Alice C. Harrison
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"Those Sister Classes"
We were wild, we admit it, frankly wild, because '18 never cultivated us and wild
by nature. Freshman year 1917 treated us like little foundlings, guided by the now
antedeluvian principle of spare the rod and spoil the child. Our Juniors were obliv-
ious, blissfully oblivious to tradition, college etiquette and us. And 1920, bubbling
over with infantile enthusiasm, ran wild all over the campus after the manner of
Pameia, while 1918, a veritable Mrs. Wright, ran Dalton or Miss Crandall according
to their taste.
They smiled at our breaks and were awfully amused at '17's righteous indigna-
tion. Sometimes I think they let us make breaks in order to see the mighty Seniors
assert themselves. At any rate freshman year passed without our having more than a
speaking acquaintance with our juniors.* We admired their cleverness, but they
were in the clouds and we of the earth earthy. While they became absorbed in pro-
ducing that Herculean monstrosity, the War Council, we gasped a little wearily and
went on with our childish pranks.
But it was not until nearly May that the realization came to us. We did not know
our sister class and we had only three weeks to cultivate a passion. Artificially nour-
ished, a little flower of attachment sprang up over night. We ran around to tell the
Iworld of our passion before it was too late and hastened to assure '18 that we adored
even them. We got awfully chummy about ten o'clock at night on the lower hockey
field when the stars were out and — you know.
Then almost after the manner of Hel and her sandelites, V. K. began to draw
them to her. The golden-haired comet was almost eclipsed by a little Weenie one
who silently kept off the grass and heard Lord Loam say her part. Gradually a little
secret order sprang up, composed of the gods, V. K., Les and Veronica; the Titans, a
few of the select in our class. The rest of us remained less than the dust.
Now that the gods are gone and are busy with the making of man at the College
of Phvsicians and Surgeons, \ve are left weaving myths about their mammoth mind
and golden glory for the young ones who sit at our feet. Are we really quite forlorn?
*Always excepting the Boons.
There once was a thing called Self-Gov
Which none of the students did love;
They smoked and they lied
And drank till they died
Unseen by the Powers Above.
Anonymous
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Radnor and Co.
George Moore says that humor is the curse of English literature. Taking G. M.
as truth, and considering this is literature, (with the quotation marks), I intend to
treat 1920 Radnor with all gravity. And why not? Are they not the one half where
originality is taken seriously, where every one strives mightily to produce something
"new," some "original party" or "idea."
Radnor began well Freshman year. They excelled in newly invented tricks to
torment upper classmen. Only they could think of such delicate attentions as cigars
under the pillow of Peg Thompson, or 5c and 10c perfume on her underwear,
The bannisters in Radnor were often greased, the bath tub cubicles locked from the
inside. And one great night, Freshman night, some genius thought of hauling all
Sophomore and upper classmen beds out into the hall, arranging with a few bureaus,
chairs and cushions, and perfect taste, a very beautiful dormitory. This gave Radnor
the germ of its idea. From there on it became communistic, and resultantly clannish.
Radnor gives parties en masse, goes to parties en masse, votes en masse, and, finally,
lives en masse. One refers to them in spirit as "Radnor en masse" (or Radnor & Co.) .
There is the Radnor Hash House where the worshippers of the Great God Muggle
gather every evening at ten. There is the Y. M. C. A. where they pass pleasant and
communistic hours, the Dressing Station where they perform the undeniably duller
duties of college life — the eternal scramble after clothes at 8:09 a. m., the yawning
search for athletic clothes at 4:10 p. m., and the frantic dash into some "charming
dinner frock" at 6:41 p. m.
Have you ever been to an "original" party in Radnor? Let this be advice for the
uninitiated, never dress — or I mean, dress well. The first thing you know is that T. D.
announces a water-polo game. You find to your horror that guests and hosts are alike
scrambling opposite each other on the floor. Though you're dead broke and this is
your only unspotted dress, you fall heavily to your knees and pretend to swim. Then
as the night wanes you forget your clothes and the fun begins. Radnor has lived up
to its rep for originality. For on T. D.'s closet door your name is struck off the list
of those not yet invited.
From Merion.
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A Socialistic Experiment
It was a quarter of seven and everyone was getting very hungry. Lucy's voice
could be heard through the open door leading into the kitchen, loudly directing Miss
Scott in the dishing up. It was very comforting to Sam who was in the living room,
holding Wallace de Laguna on his knee, and very unwillingly answering questions.
It was part of the agreement that if they all put their funds together and lived as one
family, in order that the race of professors might continue to exist, they should share
responsibilities as well as blessings; so it was now as much Sam's duty as Delly's to
answer Wallace's questions more intelligently than Wallace could answer them him-
self. It didn't add to his comfort, either, that Crenshaw was helping Lucy in the
kitchen, even though her commands to him sounded very stern. Lucy's pride in keep-
ing not only the housekeeping for the whole crew, but also each individual under
her thumb, he knew well. Mrs. de Laguna had held out against her longest, but even
she had only lasted a week. What Lucy said went! Mrs. Wright was placidly darn-
ing dear Charlie's socks by the lamp, Miss Sabin was setting the table, humming a
sltveet tune gently, and from the pantry issued Miss Swindler's whistle. She was fix-
ing the salad. Mrs. Beck was rather airily making the baby a very lacy new dress.
Miss Bascom entered suddenly from her afternoon's walk, and having said good
evening to every one present, sat down to draw off her boots.
"Do you, uh, consider that such a garment is really necessary for Jeanne Bap-
tiste, Mrs. Beck?" she asked, and the dust of rocks was in her voice as she made the
accusation. It was an old bone of contention.
"Necessary for her soul, yes, certainly. It is bought, since you question, out of
Miss Luetkemeyer's oral money, and you know as well as I do that Henri and I do
not consider tutoring money to come under the head of common salary, and there-
fore it's my own. Why don't you tutor someone in geology if you wish a ne/w riding
suit?"
There Dr. Chew felt it about time to assert his authority as head of the house-
hold, and besides he felt he could not tell Wallace any more about Grimm's law of
firial syllables, so he interrupted with, "Stop it, you big boobs! You're both too
hungry to argue that out now," and was rather relieved when Delly and Prokosch
came in together, arm and arm, just then.
"I hope we're going to have honey for supper because it's so good," said Delly
joyously, and went out into the kitchen to see what there |was for dinner.
"Now don't upset that, Teddy," Lucy could be heard to expostulate, "or I'll tell
Grace. Go ring the bell for supper at the Leubas and Baity; they're all upstairs.
That's a good boy! The others always come just in time to eat," and she sailed in
triumphantly bearing the roast.
Sure enough, in a second or two the whole family were gathered around the
board, so that Delly's delight in the bell was cut rather short. The Davids and the
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Barneses came in together, arguing quiie audibly the question of Sam's not allowing
enough for pocket money. Derry, Gray, and Fenwick came sneaking through the
winddw. They had been playing hockey and didn't want to dress for dinner. Miss
Donnelly came hurrying in last of all, apologizing right and left for her lateness.
Somehow she always seemed to miss the preparation of meals.
"Shall I say grace?" asked Barty, and was already beginning, "Oh, Lord, I
thank thee for this lovely roast, these pickles, and thy tasty mustard," when Leuba rose
suddenly to his feet.
"Stop it, George, this is mere foolishness. As a specimen you are excellent, but
I cannot enjoy a dinner with such a prelude. I ask you, Sam, to forbid it for the sake
of the children."
"Well, don't get so excited about it. You'll give us all indigestion. Here, I'll
sav grace mvself." and he began feelingly, "Oh, Lord, please help the Endowment
Fund. You certainly owe us that much. Please call D. T. to the Supreme Bench,
or at any rate call her. Let P. T. stay in Bagdad, and, oh Lord, don't let our cat have
so many kittens next time, because then we have to chloroform them* Amen."
When he opened his eyes he saw that DeHaan had taken Barty 's roll and that
Baby Gray had drunk all the gravy, but he didn't say anything. A Ruler must over-
look a good deal.
Alice Harrison
*This incident founded on fact.
Christmas comes but once a year
And only lasts a day.
The Quarantine is yearly too
But makes a longer stay.
D. E. P.
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Captain — M. S. Cary
M. S. Cary
ATHLETICS
1917-1918
TENNIS SINGLES
Class Championship Won by 1920
Team
Manager — K. Cauldwell
Z. BOYNTON
K. Cauldwell
DOUBLES
Class Championship Won by 1920
Teams
M. S. Cary Z. Boynton
M. A. Chase K. Cauldwell
Individual Champion — M. S. Cary
Class Champion — Z. Boynton
On Varsity Tennis Team — Z. Boynton
HOCKEY
Championship Won by 1919
M. M. Carey
N. Offutt
Captain — M. M. Carey
M. L. Mall
L. Sloan
M .L. Harlan
M. M. Carey
Captain — K. Townsend
P. Helmer
M. S. Cary
K. Cauldwell
H. Holmes
Manager— M. L. Mall
Team
M. A. Chase
M. S. Cary
B. Weaver
D. Clark K. Cauldwell
On Varsity
M. M. Carey
D. BOGERS
P. Helmer
B. Weaver
SWIMMING MEET
Championship Won by 1920
Team
Manager — B. Weaver
E. Stevens
M. B. Brown
B. Weaver
K. Townsend
COLLEGE BECOBDS BBOKEN
68 foot front K. Townsend
68 foot back , K. Townsend
136 foot back M.S. Cary
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Captain — B. Weaver
P. Helmer
H. Holmes
WATER POLO
Class Championship Won by 1918
Manager — K. Townsend
Team
B. Weaver K. Cauldwell
M. M. Carey K. Townsend
M. R. Brown
On Varsity — M. M. Carey: P. Helmer
H. Zinsser
M. L. Harlan
D. Rogers
M. Littell
L. Kellogc
OUTDOOR TRACK
Championship Won by 1920
Captain — H. Zinsser
Team
E. Luetkemeyer
B. Weaver
L. Sloan
P. Helmer
K. Townsend
T. James
M. K. Cary
M. R. Brown
M. M. Carey
K. Cauldweli
Captain — M. L. Harlan
K. Townsend
M. M. Carey
BASKETBALL
Class Championship Won by 1919
Team
K. Cauldwell
On Varsity — M. M. Carey
Manager — B. Weaver
M. L. Harlan
B. Weaver
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CLASS OFFICERS
President — Margaret Millicent Carey
V ice-President and Treasurer — Dorothy Wonderly Smith
Secretary — Charlotte Kehl Colman
Song Mistresses — Lois Walcott Kellogg and Helen Wortman.
Undergraduate Association — Assistant Treasurer, Eleanor Bushnell
Advisory Board — Mary Hardy.
Athletic Association — Treasurer, Betty Weaver.
Christian Association — Secretary, Mary Hardy.
Self-Government Association — Treasurer, Alice
College News Board — Editors, Darthela Clark,
Elizabeth Helen Leutkemeyer
Zinsser.
Lantern and Tipyn o' Bob Board-
Business Board — Zella Detmold Boynton
Davis.
Cunningham Harrison.
Margaret Howland Ballou,
Business Board — Mary Gertrude Porritt, Helene
Editors, Doris E. Pitkin, Margaret Littell.
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&ct III.
Paradise Lost
From Merion the closetless, Pembroke the holy and gloomful, from the guzzle
club of Radnor, the jampots of Denbigh, and Rockefeller which continually did flow,
we gathered to the land of liberty and light, — to Llysyfran the licentious, (as the
Office considered it).
There were many oddities in Llysyfran, in fact, it was a house plumb full of
oddities. There was Miss Ford, an oddity with a capital 0. With what tender care
she cherished us could be seen from the many notices tacked up in conspicuous places
around the house.
"All towels left in bath room will be confiscated."
N. B. — The number of towels sent weekly to Lost and Found was two dozen, but
we didn't cease tubbing. Pocket handkerchiefs and sheets came into vogue as towels.
"Anyone overflowing a tub will be fined $10."
"All bedroom doors must be shut."
"If the bathroom doors are not kept shut, they will be locked between the hours
of 9 a. m. and 6 p. m."
N. B. — We stole the keys in self defense.
Then there was Miss Ford's more than Victorian delicacy. No matter what dread-
ful or petty crime you had done, you saw a little note pinned to the bannisters, "Miss
Ford would like to see Miss Sloan at 9." Miss Sloan would discover that she had
dropped a handkerchief on the walk.
Other oddities, (we always except the student inmates) were Mamie and Lane,
our maid and janitor respectively, joined in the holy chains of matrimony. Lane was
the dark, slim, interesting type. He must have been delicate or temperamental, be-
cause he could not carry our trunks upstairs. We staggered up under them instead,
after having removed the trays to lighten the burden. There was no "taking up the
white man's burden" in Lane's philosophy.
Mamie was our "dear, black foster-mother." In fact, she told us that she re-
garded us as her children. Perhaps that is why she lightened us of sundry stockings
and underwear.
We learned how to make beds from Mamie. This was her infallible receipt:
1, a sheet; 2, a blanket; 3, a quilt; 4, a spread; 5, a blanket; 6, a couch cover; 7, a
blanket. The second sheet, when searched for, was found neatly folded under the
pillow.
Fire drills, after the rigor of other halls, were things of beauty and joys for ever.
We claimed, on the top floor, that we could not hear the bell, so when we did hear the
faint, soothing tinkle of the cow bell which was used as a fire gong, we lay in bed,
hoping that a panting aide from the first floor would not disturb us too soon. We
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never wet our towels, we were never properly clad, yet with solemn eyes we would
assure each other that "Llysyfran was a death-trap." "Absolutely no hope if it
catches." "Absolutely none." This last Vith a pleased melancholy, as if we already
foresaw our wax funeral wreaths.
Llysyfran's nicest oddity was its roof, a little square, uncovered piece of roof on
the very top of the house, reached by a trap door, up through the garret. Never
can we forget die terrors of dropping through the trap door, into space, and cling-
ing with our hands while our feet sought frantically for the topmost rail of the ban-
nisters. This only happened when a sudden shower drove us in at about 2 A. M.
Sometimes we would watch in agony the rain drops spattering against the panes,
thinking of the mattresses and bedding we had left on the roof. Then we would
dash back when Taylor bell had freed us, but usually too late.
In spite of the gymnastics required to reach our roof, and our difficulties with
night gowns and slippers as we crawled, nothing could have been more soul satisfy-
ing than our hours of wakefulness and sleep up there.
Well, from all this bliss we were ejected by the powers that dwell in Taylor and
sent forth upon the campus, to Merion the closetless, to Pembroke, the holy and gloom-
ful, to the guzzlers of Radnor, the jampots of Denbigh, the leaky pipes of Rock, lands
which seemed to us bare and profitless after our pleasant and free land of
Llysyfran.
Margaret Dent
MME. RIVI£RE
She did not know of Merit Laws
As students found too soon,
Nor adding in one's average —
But this she learned by June.
She did not know that fifty-nine
Was not a passing mark;
But certain seniors did not choose
To leave her in the dark !
She did not know that lecturers
Should on their subjects dwell,
And nobody would tell her that
Because she talked so well.
She did not know that orange hair
And pink tams are a crime!
Nor will she ever learn it now
Unless she reads my rhyme.
Doris Pitkin
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"Milly's Freshmen"
Prologue:
Act I — The sanctuary of the little T. G.'s room. Blue velvet furnishings supplied
by P. T. Three identical pink hyacinths in a row on mantelpiece.
The writer feels that she should apologize for her knowledge of this drama.
But perhaps you will excuse her impolite actions when you realize that she has lived
next door to the "nobility," and while she has never "slept with the nobility," she
has been on picnics with her and knows something of her trials and tribulations.
During the Spring of 1918, Milly wore a worried expression, like one who is
prepared for the worst. She agonized over the C. A. membership books and learned
by heart the names of the entering Freshmen. No doubt she would fit the names
to the faces later in the year.
In the fall of 1918, Milly's Freshmen arrived. She blushed with them over their
mistakes, rubbed their bruised shins and dosed them with soda mints. Gradually, they
began to regard her room as a sanctuary, and Milly was dubbed "The Little Tin God."
Night after night, there was a steady pit pat down the hall (the old carpet of
the back corridor would not stand the strain — at Christmas time we had a new one).
I did not feel that I had gotten the most out of my college career unless I knew what
went on behind those closed doors, and so, I hesitate to say it, I peeped through the
key-hole. (How could I know that 'these weren't smoking parties?)
ACT I.
Cook — "It isn't that my religion is affected, Miss Carey, it is merely that I no
longer believe in God."
Milly — "0, I'm so sorry. I was afraid that Dr. Gilkey might cause an up-
heaval in the minds of the very young, but Ballou seemed to think it very good for
you. I think, Dorothea, that if you will reconsider Dr. Gilkey's remarks from a dif-
ferent point of view, you will find a subtle meaning in his statements which is quite
contrary to the more obvious one."
Hobdy — "Milly, do you mind if I leave a little early tonight? I have planned
to serenade Miss Thurman."
Milly—
" 'She doesn't tell the world of her passion,
She thought all along that we knew' "...
Rhoads — "Milly, I have the most awful confession to make. I'm so afraid you
won't let me play goal on Varsity. You see, I broke training this afternoon. It was
not intentional. I was making marmalade sandwiches for the 10c Community Center
tea — I forgot and licked my fingers."
Milly — "How dreadful! The very reputation of the college depends upon our
winning the game."
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Speer — "Miss Carey, do you honestly believe that there is such a thing as for-
giveness?"
Milly — "Mamie, I have never had occasion to find out. Miss Ballou tells me
that 'a soft answer turneth away wrath.' She says her experiences at table have proven
this 'golden rule.' "
Tyler — "Miss Carey, would you mind giving me a little advice as to the manner
in which meetings should be held?"'
Milly — "Certainly, what tvpe of meeting interests you most? My experience
has been varied. Suppose I begin with class meetings. To procure a full attend-
ance, pass around illustrated cards at lunch time. The meaning of these drawings
is obscure: the curiosity of your classmates is aroused and they are forced to come,
to discover what the business before the meeting is. If the business before the meet-
ing is a discussion of tennis captain, urge your classmates to talk freely but to avoid
completely the point at issue. (In the case of tennis champion, it would be well to
dwell upon the candidate's merits as a self-government president at the Brvn Mawr
School. ) And last of all, if you wish the class to vote according to your own ideas,
let the vice-president take the chair, and state your views in a firm and decisive
manner."
Cornelia Keeble
Now I lay me down to sleep —
-From fire drills my slumbers keep;
If my alarm clock goes off late,
Oh, wake me, Lord, at 5 to 8.
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From the Critic's Seat
As I have, as far as possible, carefully avoided all class parties, I may not be
considered a proper person to judge them. But there have been a few of these clubby
gatherings that I have attended, through loyalty to my friends who have had to
make funny speeches or take part in a stunt, and who were depending on me, (care-
fully coached beforehand ) to give the signal for applause at the "screaming" parts.
As far as I have been able to ascertain, it is against the spirit and tradition of
class suppers to serve hot what is elsewhere considered essentially unpalatable when
not hot, and to serve cold what is elsewhere, by the laws of custom, decreed unfit for
food if lukewarm. To be concrete, I have never visited a family where boiled pota-
toes were deliberately set in a draught to be cooled, or where it was considered a
delicacy to eat ice cream in the runny state. Yet who of us can recall a class dinner
without these distinctive touches?
In case I am criticized as materially minded, lacking in that most necessary Class
Spirit, and wanting in sisterly love, fellow-feeling, social enjoyment and all the other
things that are the real purposes of class parties, let me, in passing, mention a few
hindrances to this spirit of uplift. Take the wit and humor that is intended to create
the jovial atmosphere. During several speeches, stunts and impersonations that it
has been my misfortune to attend, I have casually surveyed the faces of my class-
mates. If attempts at pleased expression, flickering, electric-button smiles, and in
three cases, actual gloom, are indications of the humorous quality of the performances,
then truly they must be masterpieces of wit. It is only fair to say that I have really
and not forcedly laughed at a few parts of a few speeches and stunts, but from the
point of view of efficiency, is it justifiable to take up the time of those who create and
rehearse the entertainments, when the children of their brains are received by the
others as step-children or orphans?
Julia Cochran.
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To Denbigh
Denbigh is one of our better halls. Its inhabitants are few but mighty. They
have not shone in athletics as did their forbears. Peg Thompson and Teddy, but no
doubt they could all have won yellow ties, had they so desired. Denbigh doesn't be-
lieve in exercise, and athletics, after all is said and done, is merely one of the lower
forms of exercise. Denbigh doesn't believe in class spirit. They hate the rah-rah
attitude characteristic of most odd classes and of a few- childish enthusiasts of their
own class. They take part in few of the college activities and are rarely seen. I am
told that they are sometimes at make-up exercise classes but can nearly always be
found in some sequestered nook in the library. They go to bed at ten sharp in order
to reach the Lib early enough in the morning to get the leather chairs. In mid-years
wrhen the Lib becomes crowded, they descend to the catacombs under the Lib. About
4:15, when the rest of the world goes out to play, Denbigh retires to the New Book
Room. You never see them at Chapel or at games. If armchairs were provided, they
might come, but it's a part of Denbigh's creed never to stand when you can sit, never to
sit when you can lie.
Times have changed in Denbigh. The ghosts of Ad Showell, Tuddie, Andy and
Molly Boyd happening back one night, w7andered into a room on the upper crust
to find a Self Gov. meeting in progress ... in vain they sought for some after
their own kind — in vain except for Ad, who, wandering into a room below, found it
papered with pictures of gentlemen. Here was a room after her own heart. On closer
inspection she reads Hugh Walpole, Siegfried Sassoon, etc. She sighs, she had
never had that kind. In despair, she floated away into the dim past.
But I don't want to give you an unfavorable impression of Denbigh. Those who
know them say they possess many kindly qualities and are very approachable, when
approached in the right way. One way is to suggest a new hair tonic. They are in-
spired with a passion for beautiful hair and spend many hours each week comparing
various kinds of herbs.
Another group in Denbigh sighs and thinks of the good old days when the in-
habitants used to tie alarm clocks out of Windows. And so Denbigh lives peacefully
on, apart from the wear and tear of college life, smiling upon the follies of the com-
moner clay and rejoicing in their two helps of meat for dinner.
Here's to dear old Denbigh,
Where they sit by the fire and nod,
Where Jule speaks only to Alice,
And Alice speaks only to God?
From Pembroke East
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Artificial Stimulation
Milly — "Now this is the first game of the year and we simply must beat them
up. We've simply got to get our banner on the gym. Bickie is disabled and can't
play, so 1921's morale is absolutely gone. Of course we have lost eight people off the
team since freshman year and several others are disabled, but we must not let a little
thing like that interfere. We have four people on Varsity."
Sloanie (scientifically ) — "I don't see why we can't move the whole second team
up."
Amoeba (drawling) — "If the forwards could only keep the ball once in a while,
it would be so encouraging to the fullbacks and we wouldn't get so out of breath."
Kingsbury (decisively) — "I cannot keep up with Cecil and that is all there is
to it. But, Agnes, if you 'diag' back to the goal, I'll attack her when she first gets the
ball."
Milly (gently) — "Birdie, if you don't mind, I think it would be better to change
you and Mad in the first half — that is, if you get tired."
Kingsbury — "Now, Millicent, I wish you wouldn't call out to me in the middle of
the game, it rattles me."
Milly — "Very well, Birdie . . ."
Sloanie (after long thought) — "I've come to the conclusion that the trouble must
be with the forward line. We don't seem to make any goals."
Amoeba and Ballou (the cheerful fulls) — "If you could make just one, it would
be all right, because we might be able to keep them from scoring."
Milly — "You forwards have simply got to make some goals. There's abso-
lutely no reason why you can't. Now we're just going to rush in and scare them
half to death in the first few seconds."
Dotty Rogers (dreamily) — "If only we hadn't lost Phoebe and K and Leita
and Dolly and Nancy and Polly and Midge and Ibbie and . . ."
Mary Lou (continuing) — "If Zinsser and you were only not disabled . . ."
Zlnsser — "And if Cecil would break her neck . . ."
Zella (ecstatically) — "We might be able to make a goal."
Milly — (lying valiantly) — "That doesn't make a darn bit of difference. We're
better now than we were freshman year and we ought to wipe up the ground with
them."
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Ballou (truthfully if not tactfully) — "The old refrain."
Meenie (pathetically) — "I might get between Luz's legs — I can't get around her.'1
Alice Harrison (who is subbing from 4th, rubbing her eyes and waking up) —
"Where am I playing and which way do I hit the ball? I'm not used to playing with
anyone but Jule."
Milly — "I hate to take you from 4th, Alice, they'll miss you. But Belinda can
take your place. Everyone else is disabled or otherwise engaged."
Betty Weaver (cheerily) — "Oh, I'm sure we can win. If we don't win today
there's always another chance."
Darthela (carried away by the thought) — "I'll sing 'Good-bye Girls' just as
Cecil is about to make a goal and it might rattle her."
Team (unanimously if not magnanimously) — "It ought to."
Milly — "According to statistics, 55 out of 57 able-bodied people in our class are
playing hockey. Doesn't the weight of that percentage mean anything to you?
(Slapping Birdie affectionately on the shoulder.) Come on now people
Go to it."
Margaret Ballou
Millicent Carey
The Athletic Championship
Sing a song of championship
Fought for every year.
Almost got it often
So far and yet so near!
'19 hung its banner
After every game,
But when the points were posted
We led 'em just the same.
Never won a Major sport —
Yet '19's Senior year
At last we won the championship,
But how — is not quite clear.
M. H. E.
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President Thomas Receives
111 luck dogged the steps of 1920 since the first moment of our arrival in the
midst of the I. P. quarantine, and by Junior year our character as good losers was
well established. But there was weeping and gnashing of teeth when it dawned on us
that P. T.'s projected jaunt in Egypt would deprive us of our natural right to five
famous Senior Receptions. We vainly tried to cheer ourselves with the thought of
D. T.'s small and earlies, and then appealed to Milly to use her influence. Appar-
ently she used it to good advantage, because in due time invitations arrived.
Dressed to the teeth, we descended on the Deanery in a solid body. Irreproach-
able functionaries guarded our entrance and herded us down that interminable hall.
We filed along, lock-step, broken only when somebody tripped over a rug, or collided
with something as she indulged in an ill-timed stare at a bronze puppy dog or some
other object of art.
We marched into the sanctum as though walking on chalked lines, moistening
our lips and getting our hands ready. I recall a handshake that landed me some five
feet to the right of P. T. and the line continued around, turning corners squarely,
not unlike the Freshmen on Lantern Night, pausing when the leader paused, and
dropping into our seats, lowering our skirts and making discreet low bridge signals
across the vast dim spaces.
"And what has the Junior Class decided it would like to talk about this evening?"
1920 rose to the occasion.
"Do tell us about your trip, Miss Thomas," Margy suggested alluringly, from
her perch on top of an immense chair. After that, the rest was easy. Except for a
few courageous spirits, the rank and file sat, wedged tightly together in a trance-like
state, which was broken only at Ballou's tactful query, bellowed from the vicinity of
the fire-place :
"Then how did you manage to get a passport?"
Conversation drifted to topics of general culture, and we all were gazing at the
ceiling while P. T. elucidated the brass trimmings, when the gong tolled from some-
where. The trance was dispelled as if by magic and the first twenty walked to the
door with dignified self-restraint. As they hove out of sight we heard the lock-step
accelerate and break in confusion.
Conversation languished from then on. I wondered how long the twenty would
take because I was in what would normally be the next shift. Unfortunately, the
next began with Fumi, whose wisteria robe had ravished the soul of P. T. And it
was 9:20 when the last twenty-two were told off. There were barrels of food and I
bitterly lamented that it was not an afternoon function when there would be some
excuse for bringing a knitting bag. We all made the best of what we had at our
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disposal, and as we staggered out, slightly under the influence of the ice cream, every
hand grabbed blindly at the table. I tried not to get anything sticky. We all walked
very erect and avoided any frontal pressure.
Meanwhile conversation had veered to P. T.'s favorite subjects and just as we
returned it was shifting, bv a transition that escaped me, from birth control to the
independence of the college woman toward her parents.
"Allow them six months, or a year, perhaps, of your society," we were being
advised, when a gong sounded throatily in the distance. Since a piece of cake kept
coming up over the top, I sneaked out hastily, dodging a close-range adieu, and
reached the outer air safely, except for dropping a beautiful green candy in front of
a maid.
Alice Rood
"Please turn out your rings!" cried 'Nineteen,
"They're the grandest we ever have seen!"
Whereupon all the blue
Without further ado
Oddly enough, turned green!
L. H.
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Psychologically Speaking
Professor (to fortunate favorite) — "Are the five ready with their reports on
Hunter?"
(Fortunate favorite indicates five students sitting around a peck basket placed
before the class. Professor calls on the first of the five.)
First of the Five (makes a mystic sign and at random draws several pink cards
ivith notes from basket. Reading from these in a sly, swift monotone) — "Title,
'Delayed Reaction in Animals and Children.' Apparatus for the experiment, three
raccoons, Rose, Pearl and Lilly; two chimpanzees, Count Bashika and archduchess
Hoodwinkle; one child, no name, numbered 'A' for convenience; one adult, called
'Addie' for short. The purpose of this experiment is "
Class (panting ensemble) — "Too fast, too fast."
Professor — "Just a moment. Can you tell us anything about the Count? His
habits?"
First of the Five (drawing another pink card from the basket) — "He is at
present touring America 'with the Organ Grinders; is dated for Bryn Mawr, although
he does not speak."
Professor (nods) — "Proceed."
F. 0. F. (same swift, sly monotone, carefully avoiding all effort at intelli-
gence)— "The Count Bashika, finest specimen of Rhesus monkey, has been known to
thread a maze nine miles long, at the same time distinguishing between a carrot and
a sweet potato. Sir Oliver Lodge alluded to this. It is plain from this how
ludicrous spiritualism is, when scientifically scrutinized."
Chorus (in high, irritated tones from the front row) — "Was the monkey left-
handed or right handed?"
Yawning Echo from the Rear — "Is this important?"
Prof. — "Make it clear to the class: sift your material! You have said that Sir
Oliver Lodge distinguished between the carrot and the sweet potato. Who has fur-
ther notes on this?"
Second OF the Five (speaking in slow, measured accents without any expres-
sion or intonation) — "The behavior of the Count Bashika was carefully noted foi
five days. On the first day he woke up at seven, ate breakfast at ten, tied a red string
around his left forefinger at eleven, bit at the sweet potato with his right hand at
eleven-ten. Sir Oliver called at noon and pronounced him capable of receiving spirit
messages."
Chorus (in irritated tones from the front row) — "Was the monkey left-handed
or right-handed?"
Sleepy Echo from the Rear — "Is this important?"
Prof. — "You see, the class does not comprehend. Repeat exactly what you have
said."
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S. 0. F. — "Well, the point is that the red string on the left forefinger indicates
that the monkey is color blind."
Prof. — "I said, repeat exactly what you have just said."
Third Reporter (coming to the rescue, and drawing on the board several in-
tricate pictures demonstrating artistic skill but no point) — "The purpose of the ex-
periment is, as all have seen clearly "
(Class rises in a body. Each member raises the left hand above her head, taps
three times on the head of the member ahead of her. They mumble in rhythmic
chant) — "The purpose of — this experiment is — as all have seen — the purpose — oh
the purpose — Ah!" (They kneel before the peck basket.)
Fourth and Fifth Reporters (inspired, but vitiating the unaccented syllable
sufficiently to make their message unintelligible) — "In conclusion we have only to
repeat what has gone before. Count Bashika has a delightful disposition. We know
it! Why? He ate a sweet potato hanging on a red string and learned from the
spirits that carrot soup was pink."
Elizabeth Luetkemeyer
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The Quality of Mercy is not Strained
By Us Either
*
*Editor's Note: We should like to remark on some prominent member of the
class of 1919, in accordance with the precedent established by them in the case of
1918, but unfortunately we shall not be able to do so, as '19 had no prominent per-
son— except, of course, Freddy.
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The Circus
Boom ta ra ra, boom ta ra ra — "In the night fall, our tents tall." Louder! Every-
body sing. Not a ray of accompaniment did we have, but we had a fat lady, we had a
snake charmer, and we had a wild woman. If we weren't a circus, what on earth
were we? Anyhow, '19 knew what we were supposed to be, and seemed inclined to
be unusually generous that night. I never liked Tip so much as when she said she had
had a wonderful time. To be sure, the ambrosia and nectar banquet ^was indistin-
guishable from one of Pembroke's chilliest meals, and the daisies in the daisy cup
were dirty daisies indeed; but we had a monkey who could dress and undress itself if
the waiters weren't too shocked, and could scratch itself anyhow; and always we have
Zinsser and Zella, our little nest eggs, ready for every stunt.
They say Junior-Senior Supper should be a little sentimental, a little emotional.
Perhaps it ought. If we could have given those snappy little plays that we had picked
out, and cast, and rehearsed with such care, we might have been able to dine with
more dignity. They were passed by D. T. so cheerfully on her way to a train, but
were just as cheerfully quashed by P. T. several weeks later from her sick bed in
Baltimore. It has always amazed me that President Thomas should still have enough
enthusiasm about Junior-Senior Supper Play to write a letter about it just after an
operation. But, accepting facts as they are, if one has to be a black clown, one can't
afford to shed tears of farewell.
Alice Harrison
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"Fuzzy Wuzzy"
(A Love Scene)
We've fought with many odds at B. M. C.
And some of 'em was brave an' some was not,
The Bolshevik and Hel an' 23,
But you was quite the finest o' the lot.
We couldn't put a thing across on you —
You called us fresh because you loved the RED:
You heard our song from climbin' up the flue,
But you couldn't make us say that we was dead.
So 'ere's to you, 1919, an' your blawsted mighty green,
You're a poor benighted odd class, but the finest we 'ave seen,
We gives you your certifikit an' if you want it signed,
We'll come an' 'ave a romp with you whenever you're inclined.
We took our chanst among the other guys,
We 'eld our bloomin' own because we fought.
Our tennis left you rubbin' at your eyes,
But damn it, it was not a major sport.
And when you launched your forces in a drive
Before we knew you'd wriggled out ahead.
You're all 'ot sand an' ginger when alive
An' you die most awful 'ard when you are dead.
So 'ere's to you 1919 an' the days which is no more,
If we 'adn't lost some messmates we might 'ave bust your score;
But give an' takes the gospel an' we'll call the bargain fair,
So we 'and it to you '19, for you've licked us on the square.
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My Athletic Life at Bryii Mawr
To be an athlete has been my sole ambition. Before I came to America I "was
noted as a good mountain climber, and nearly every day, with my friends, I used to
walk up our neighboring hills. Among exercises I was especially fond of basketball.
Often I played even three times a week, and if any one wanted a substitute, I was the
one to whom she should come.
With such a love of athletics I came to Bryn Mawr. Hockey was quite new to
me, but I endeavored to keep myself at least in the fifth or sixth team. And when I
sa]w the red "tattered banner" hung from the gymnasium roof, I made up my mind
that some day I would help my class to raise our banner. When the hockey season
was over and the indoor apparatus began, and when I saw some of the college ath-
letes perform acrobatic stunts, hanging themselves upsidedown from the parallel bars
and wielding their limbs skillfully on top of the horse, I too strove to crawl on the
horse. But some of the individual performances and the "pyramid" at the first con-
test were magic to me. As for swimming, when I was asked if I could Swim at the
first physical examination I answered, "Yes," meaning a few strokes. "Good girl!"
exclaimed Miss Applebee, "you are the first Japanese student that can swim from the
beginning." But later I discovered that in order to be authorized for the Bryn Mawr
pool I had to take a few swimming lessons, and that to play water-polo )was beyond
my power. I still entertained a hope that I might be able to be a success in basket
ball, but I found that they played here what they call boys' game, and as the name
signifies, in quite a boylike manner, compared to the way in which we used to play
at home.
In vain have I attempted to add points to the class, by winning championship in
tennis, by fighting hard in the fifth team hockey, and by being graceful at folk-danc-
ing. And now whenever I think how once or twice our class missed the opportunity
of hanging the light blue banner on the gymnasium, I fear that I am the guilty one.
FUMI UcHIDA
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Class Officers
President — Margaret Littell
Vice-President and Treasurer — Martha Jane Lindsey
Secretary — Virginia Park
Song Mistresses — Millicent Carey (resigned), Lois Kellogg, Geraldine Hess.
Undergraduate Association — Vice-President and Treasurer, Margaret Littell;
Secretary, Elizabeth Williams (resigned), Darthela Clark; Advisory Board, Josephine
Ursula Herrick.
Athletic Association — Secretary, Katharine Wendell Townsend; Outdoor
Manager, Betty Weaver.
Christian Association — Treasurer, Mary Hardy; Junior Member, Millicent
Carey.
Self-Go vernment Association — Secretary, Dorothy Smith; Executive Board,
Millicent Carey, Alice Harrison.
Glee Club — Treasurer, Zella Boynton.
History Club — Secretary, Dorothy Smith.
Suffrage Club — President, Zella Boynton.
French Club — Vice-President, Margaret Miller Dent.
College News Board — Editors, Darthela Clark, Margaret Ballou, Frances
Louise von Hofsten, Elizabeth Leutkemeyer; Business Board — Mary Porritt, Helene
Zinsser.
Lantern and Tipyn o' Bob Board — Editors, Doris Pitkin, Isabel Hart Arnold,
Alice Harrison; Business Board, Zella Boynton.
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ATHLETICS
1918-1919
Captain — Z. BOYNTON
Z. BOYNTON
TENNIS SINGLES
Class Championship Won by 1920
Team
K. Cauldwell
Manager — K. Cauldwell
M. M. Carey
M. Dent
Z. BOYNTON
DOUBLES
Class Championship Won by 1920
Teams
M. M. Carey
K. Cauldwell
M. R. Brown
E. Stevens
On Tennis Varsity — Z. Boynton (Captain), K. Cauldwell
Captain — M. M. Carey
M. L. Mall
L. Sloan
D. Rogers
H. Holmes
HOCKEY
Championship Won by 1919
Team
B. Weaver
M. M. Carey
E. LUETKEMEYER
H. Zinsser
Manager— -M. L. Mall
A. Moebius
K. Cauldwell
E. Williams
On Varsity — D. Rocers, B. Weaver, M. M. Carey, K. Cauldwell, D. Clark
Captain — -K. Townsend
K. Cauldwell
K. Townsend
SWIMMING MEET
Championship Won by 1921
Team
B. Weaver
M. R. Brown
Manager — B. Weaver
H. Holmes
E. Luetkemeyer
COLLEGE RECORDS BROKEN
68 foot front K. Townsend, 13 1/5 sec.
136 foot front K. Townsend, 32 1/5 sec.
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Captain — B. WEAVER
K. TOWNSEND
M. Ballou
E. LUETKEMEYER
WATER POLO
Class Championship Won by 1919
Team
H. Holmes
Manager — H. Holmes
H. Zinsser
K. Cauldwell
B. Weaver
Captain — D. Rogers
H. Zinsser
M. LlTTELL
L. Sloan
D. Rogers
TRACK
Class Championship Won by 1922
Team
e. luetkemeyer
J. Herrick
B. Weaver
L. Kellogg
Manager — H. Zinsser
K. Townsend
M. L. Mall
K. Cauldwell
M. M. Carey
BASKETBALL
Class Championship Won by 1919
Captain — M. L. Mall Manager — K. Townsend
Team
M. L. Mall K. Townsend D. Rogers
B. Weaver M. M. Carey
On Varsity— M. L. Mall
&\)t Cptlogue
We'll Tell The World—
Scene — The late Room A.
Miss Publicity (to victim) — "We had better meet Ibanez with the Rock. Jazz
Band, and have the May-Queen go representing Mary Nostrum. And don't forget to
put pictures of the prettiest girls in bathing suits around his room."
(Victim demurs.)
"Can't help it, I have already had them publish in the New York papers what
he will say in his first interview; he is to think the Bryn Mawr girls are beautiful.
Decorate the cab with Spanish flags, and have Mr. Montyloo's dancing class do a sort
of oriental barefoot dance in Rock. arch. I think he'll enjoy that."
(Victim flees.)
Eight reporters file in with cameras and movie machines.
Reporters — "We have come to shoot the water-polo game that is being staged
for Amy Lowell this afternoon."
Miss Publicity (to secretary) — "Go get Miss Kingsbury's cats and sprinkle them
around the campus so Amy can chase them. That will make a good picture."
( Telephone rings, and reporters* file out.)
Izzy Mad's Voice (over the telephone) — "Ah you theah? Is this Miss Fostah?
Dr. De Haan has just communicated with me and he thinks it inadvisable for Miss
Lowell to see the game this afternoon."
Miss Publicity — "But we are counting on this for publicity, and we have already
promised an account of it to the San Francisco Bulletin for their Sunday supplement."
Izzy Mad — "I am sorry, I hope you won't misconstrue me, but I fear Miss Lowell
might put an account of it in one of her poems; and besides it has been suggested
that since there are several players that tend toward enbonpoint, Miss Lowell might
think she were being burlesqued."
Miss Publicity — "0 very well, Miss Madison; good-bye."
(Turning to secretary) — "As soon as they send in the pictures rush them through
to the San Francisco Bulletin with a write-up of how Amy Lowell enjoyed the game."
(Collaring a reporter who is passing by) — "Go down and snap Miss Sabine
dressed in Indian costume, gazing west to see the subscriptions come in — I have to run
over and take a few pictures of Miss Carey representing athletic Miss America."
Helen Humphreys
Theresa James
Julia Conklin
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1923
On some green isle, in deep green seas,
Where strange green things abound,
With borogoves and Jabberwocks
The Griffins Green are found.
We wish the Light Blue Fox that came
With '20's Freshman Show
Could linger with the Griffin here,
And did not have to go.
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The Ingenue Parts
Jule began it all. Before her, all who were so fortunate as to be engaged, left
college, while the rest of us, supplied with the office's statistics, calculated in per cents
what chance of marriage remained. But Jule stayed on, and set the fashion in ring;
for Senior year.
Zella was the next. She really is our idea of the perfect ingenue, and we under-
stand that her engagement deserves an entr'act to itself. After her fiance, "as he
became,'' had languished in Paris for a year or two, while Zella, for her part, used tc
ride from Philadelphia to Neiw York just to see the name "Seldon" on the motor truck
signs, the inevitable occurred, and we understood why Zella had left highly impor-
tant business communications unanswered during the summer.
All the while, Marge Canby was craftily concealing her engagement — but we
guessed it just the same. In fact, we guessed it almost a year before either Marge or
Roger Taylor did, and Marge is very much annoyed when we tell her so. But then
hers is such a delightful role that we pardon these little flashes of temper, and we
agree with Marge when she says she is making a tremendous sacrifice in not marrying
a millionaire, even if Mrs. Hedge did warn her that "money wasn't everything." As
for the other details of the engagement, they are too perfect to be interesting.
We won't talk of those whom we believe are trying out for this fascinating part,
but we conclude with a devout prayer that the number of ingenues may be increased
before the curtain falls.
Doris Pitkin.
Baby Gray and Baby Rea
Have come here and intend to stay.
If any more appear by June
Bryn Mawr will be a nursery soon.
D. E. P.
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The Family Circle
Scene — Pembroke Dining Room
Time — Any night at dinner
Lois — "Let's sing to Elizabeth Kirkbride, Class of '96."
All — "Oh-o-o-o."
Lois — "Come on, we've got to, then to Freddy Howell, Nan Thorndike, and
Becky "
MEENIE (humming under her breath) — "Out of the past you are bringing —
Shaddws from History."
Milly — "Let's sing to Jane Smith."
Zella — "You ass, she's not even here!"
Ballou — "Ha, ha, ha!"
Dot Rogers — "Sing 'By the side of the field.' "
Dot Smith — "Something not so collegiate."
Zella — "Oh, ves! Let's sing 'My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean.'" (The dining
room resounds with. these romantic strains. Everyone casting dotted lines at Zella.)
Martha — "Let's try 'Oh clever P. T.' on Miss Pattty Thomas and see if she'll
laugh."
MlLLY (earnestly) — "She's an awfully good friend of P. T.'s. I don't know
whether she'll appreciate it."
K, ToWNSEND (visiting from Denbigh) — "Let's call on the Freshmen for their
first Oral Song."
l!)20 (enthusiastically agreeing for once, except for Franny von Hofsten, who
sympathizes ivilh little sister) — "1923, first Oral Song." (1923 bravely ascends the
steps .ilnd descends weakly, lapsing from the half-note intervals as they become ex-
hausted; 1920 undergoing the feelings of a busted paper bag, relapses into mirth.)
1921 — "Oh me, Oh my, they'll get there by and by!"
CoRNlE (reflectively) — "Ballou, my dear, what do you think — Mrs. Spillane "
Miriam (sputtering) — "I wish you wouldn't talk German at the table."
Zella (comfortingly) — "Why, of course, you'll get through. It's as easy as dirt.
I got through in three lessons."
MlLLY (tactfully changing the subject) — "There were at least four people in
chapel this morning. We are really improving."
Zella (innocently) — "What does one wear when one ushers?"
Ballou (cuttingly) — "About what one wore last time. Why? Are you going
to usher, Zella?"
Dotty — "Listen, I hope you are all coming to hear Major Bles. He is recom-
mended by Joffre, Foch, Wilson, etc., etc. Has been all over the world, was the first
one to think of the League of Nations."
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Zella — "Fenwick said he was fine. Really, Major Politics is the best course!"
Ballou (suddenly) — "Let's sing 'The Sons of Erectheus.' "
Meenie (dreamily) — "No, let's not spoil it — we never could sing it as well as
1918. Let's call on 1921 for something they can't sing."
Lois — "They are considering Les for Venus."
All (but Lilian, Meenie and Zella) — "Oh-o-o-o."
Marian — "What are the requirements for Venus?"
Cornie — "A daughter of the gods divinely tall and most divinely fair (haired).
(Bell rings, twenty announcements are made in an equally monotonous and incompre-
hensible tone.)
Edith — "Who's coming tonight, Ballou, for the World Citizenship course?"
Meenie — "If P. T. were here we wouldn't have so many of those sordid Social
Workers. She cares for the really intellectual side of life."
Zella — "That's one thing 'my beau' and I are going to do . . . read the same
books and . . ."
Lilian — "Miss Schenck, Miss Schenck . . . won't someone listen to me? Lo,
Zella, please listen to me, I have an awfully funny . . ."
Zella — "Lilian, yes, baby."
Lilian — "Now I'm mad, never mind."
M. K. — "Crenshaw only gave me 93 in chemistry and I'm so mad."
Cornie — "My dear, I wish ycu could have tasted the creamed carrots we had at
the Yarnalls' yesterday. They were wonderful, you wouldn't have known they were
carrots. And the squash we had the other night at the Skinners' . . ."
Milly (perfectly seriously) — "They don't have carrots at the Deanery."
Martha — "I am really scared to say anything at the table, I hear we're all get-
ting written up in the Class Book."
Lois (with a brilliant idea) — "Listen, why don't we have votes on the prettiest
girl in the class, etc., you know how they do, sometimes, Ballou.
(Table looks suspiciously at Lois.) All — "Why, Lois, whom did you have in
mind?"
Cornie — "I move we adjourn for bridge, Bobs and Sophie are waiting for me."
Margaret Ballou
Millicent Carey
Hockulty
The sun was shining on a field
Of puddles, mud, and snow.
In raiment pure the faculty
Were standing in a row ( ? )
The side-lines all with bated breath
Were waiting for the show.
"If eleven men with eleven sticks
Should play for half a day,
Do you suppose that they could beat
The Senior team?" said Gray.
T wonder," said Miss Sabin,
Who was passing on the way.
The team rushed out and face to face
They met the valiant Blue,
While Jimmy Barnes stood in the goal
And told them what to do :
"Go up there, Derry — git it now!
That ball is meant for you."
First Bissell fell upon his knees,
The ball went whizzing by,
And Derry deftly with his stick
Then missed it on the fly.
"Pep up!" said Captain Carpenter,
"Go on, and don't be shy."
Brunei, the born wing, leaped along,
Gray shimmied round the ball,
Bert dropped his stick and gave a kick
That ended in a sprawl.
Confusion reigned and Crenshaw said,
"I'm mauling you, Miss Mall."
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Then Charlie Fenwick grabbed the ball
And down the field he stole,
And slopping through the treacherous mud
His foot it found a hole,
He put both arms around Darth's neck
And sat down in the goal.
"0 Seniors," said the faculty,
"We've had a lot of fun.
Shall we all play again next week?"
But answer there was none —
And this was scarcely odd,
Because they'd killed them every one.
Julia Conklin.
The Diary of an Association President
April, 1919 — Entered office. Planned for radical reforms next fall.
October, 1919 — Had meeting to make fundamental changes in constitution.
November, 1919 — Had meeting to amend changes introduced in October.
December, 1919 — Went to a Conference. I shall absolutely reorganize our asso-
ciation, and bring it up to date.
January, 1920 — Had meeting to start reorganization. Began with constitution.
February, 1920 — Found interest in association was dying. Had meeting (with re-
quired quorum) to amend constitution in order to keep the association in the public
eye.
March, 1920 — Found I had automatically called a meeting to change constitu-
tion. Went to Miss Sabin about it. She told me to read William James on Habit.
I am glad my term of office expires soon.
Doris Pitkin
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To Rockefeller
It was a seething, sultry day in distant Timbuctu — far away in another region it
was equally sweltering. But that has nothing to do with the tale: for the matter of
that, the weather is immaterial.
Guinea-Belindy was nosing her way along through the nebulous gloom, when sud-
denly a bolt from the B'loo punctured her otherwise unoccupied cranium:
"The Wise Rabbit" shall not come!" decreed a voice.
Guinea-Belindy's eyes became glassy with suppressed passion and she scurried
off to tell Throaty-Goaty.
"Oh, Throaty-Goaty!" challenged Guinea-Belindy, "the Chosen hath vetoed the
Wise-Rabbit!"
Throaty-Goaty gurgled, shook herself, and shambled lankily down the corridor
with Guinea-Belindy at her side. Soon they met Catty-Natty.
"Oh, Catty-Natty!" sniffled Throaty-Goaty, "the Chosen hath vetoed the White
Rabbit!"
Screwing up her shoulders, Catty-Natty led them to the spacious habitat of
Snaily-Haley.
"Oh, Snaily-Haley!" purred Catty-Natty, "the Chosen hath vetoed the Wise Rab-
bit!"
Snaily-Haley, blinking an ineffable curse, revolved with the harbingers of the
cataclysmic news to her neighbors Doggy-Hoggy and Dainty-Daisy.
"Oh, Christian coves!" exhaled Snaily-Haley, "the Chosen hath vetoed the Wide
Rabbid." Whereupon Doggy-Hoggy exploded and disintegrated, while Dainty-Daisy
led them on in high dugeon. Around the corner they fell upon Carlotta, the Cootie.
"Oh, Cutie-Cootie!" minced Dainty-Daisy with a coarse gesture, "the Chosen
hath vetoed the Wide Rabid."
Carlotta acquiesced, waving her marcel. Up lumbered Chasie-Chickie in a dis-
jointed fashion.
"Oh, Chickie-Chasie!" twanged Cutie-Cootie, "the Chosen hath vetoed the Wise
Rabid."
"Oh, listen!" gaped Chickie-Chasie, "Let's tell Canby." No sooner were the
•words spoken than the Cumbersome Cow was seen cluttering up the steps toward them.
"Oh, Beauteous Bovine!" they chorused, "the Chosen hath vetoed the White
Rabid."
Forthwith they luxuriated to room 17, where the Pink Elephant stood, anchoring
the rug.
"Oh, Diminutive Dot!" serenaded the Cumbersome Cow, "the Chosen hath vetoed
the White Rabbit."
*Anglice: Rabbi Wise.
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"You don't say!" swaggered the Pink Elephant deliriously, and the march of
progress continued. Without further adieu they chanced upon Analeptic Annapest.
"The Chosen hath vetoed the Wise Rabbit," ruminated the Pink Elephant with a
diseased look.
"What's this?" eschewed Burbling-Birdie, lunging at the gathering.
"Oh, Absurdie-Birdie!" tweedled Annapest, "the Chosen hath vetoed the Wide
Rabbit."
Burbling-Birdie flounced on with an inclusive gesture to invoke the Doric Oracle.
"Oh, Presagious Pitfall!" ogled Burbling-Birdie, " can the Chosen prevent the
advent of the Wise Rabbit?"
"WHO is the Wise Rabbit?" regurgitated Presagious Pitfall, with a witty remark,
and set them all to thinking.
From Pembroke West
The Passionate Pagan
I am ready to fight tooth and claw
For a minister / never saw;
Don't take it amiss that I aways do this.
It's the principal I'm striving for.
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1921
You were a war class, 149 strong, when you arrived. 1921. We have not held it
against you, because we don't think people responsible for the way they've been born;
and we tried hard not to step on you when you covered the ground like locusts. Real-
izing that you were a war class, we appreciated it when you stood at attention as you
held the door. We were glad that you swallowed that rule about being
in bed at ten-thirty, for you never would have been sensible enough, at your
tender age, to hit the hay at a normal hour. We watched you work and play,
(iTiainly the latter) and then gave you good advice when you didn't get your merits.
We also watched to see if some of you would make mistakes, but during the first year,
'19's swaddling bands restrained you. We're glad you haven't been so sedulously
maternal with this year's Freshmen.
I shall not speak of the red tams that ushered in the fall of 1918. Even you
were able — very shortly — to see their less serious side. But I do want to expatiate on
that noble self-abnegation with which you kept your banner off the gym, so that
your sister class could hang its own there, and we certainly admire the way that vou
made up for lost time when they withdrew.
Now, at last, 1921, we are leaving you. Play your very handsome croquet next
fall, hang out your banner again till you have to dye it to show that it isn't really
pink — but a gory red, and when we are no longer here, remember that if we hadn't
really liked you, we would never have published this article.
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A Seance in the Deanery
"Who is in control?" asked President Thomas as the pointer slipped over the
ouija board.
There was a moment of suspense. Then the letters swiftly spelled L-E-U-B-A!
For a moment President Thomas was too dazed to ask:
"What would Dr. Leuba like to talk about this evening?" But Leuba, with that
pleasant communicativeness that marks a spook, was already writing out:
"I am very happy here in heaven. We want you to know how happy we are."
By this time President Thomas had recovered sufficiently to put questions to the
Guiding Intelligence. We give the result of the seance in the approved form:
P. T. — "Why did the entire faculty die during March?"
L. — "They could not bear to see 1920 break those sacred traditions that are the
foundation of higher education, by rolling their hoops after the third oral."
P. T. (there is a pathetic note of remorse in her voice) — "I never should have left
the college."
L. — "Do not be sad. We are very happy up here."
P. T. — "Why are you happy?"
L. — "Because we are placed in the spheres where we belong."
P. T. — "Where is Dr. Fenwick?"
L. — "In his astral condition he is not Charles but Carlotta, the Ladies' Maid. He
lives in a boudoir decorated in pastel shades of his own choosing. He is very happy."
P. T.— "And Dr. Chew?"
L. — "Dr. Chew has found his true place as a historian and politician. He still
retains some interest in poetry, however, and often has chats with Robert Browning,
showing him how he could improve Pippa Passes by making Pippa a labor leader,
working to ameliorate factory conditions."
P. T. — "Tell me about Dr. Gray."
L. — "Dear Mother Gray! She runs an orphan asylum here in heaven. It's by
far the best and cleanest one here. She is very happy."
P. T. — "And our Chaplain, Dr. Barton?"
L. — "Dr. Barton was not yet ready for our high plane. He has entered another
earthly existence. When he has grown to be a man, he will enter a weather bureau,
where he may pursue those studies on the weather that he formerly developed during
chapel prayers."
P. T. — "And what of poor Miss Sabin? She never believed in immortality."
L. — "Now she believes. She tries to tell everyone, so that they may believe, too,
and be happy, oh, so happy ! Every afternoon she devotes to members of the Society
of Psychical Research, and she is dictating a four-volume novel at her slate-writing
seances. It is called Amiable Ethel or The Smiling Sylph."
P. T. — "Is Dr. de Laguna helping her?"
L. — "No, he is a comic artist. He has made our vaudeville more popular than
Psychic Cinema. He gives benefit performances for Monsieur Beck, who helps
Mother Gray with the children."
P. T. — "What does Monsieur Beck say to that?"
L. — "He answers, 'Je vous remercie,' and Dr. de Laguna replies, 'II n'y a pas de
quoi.' "'"
At this point there was confusion for a short time. When the ouija board was
again under control, the message came:
"My psychology is the only true psychology."
P. T. — "Yes, Dr. Leuba, I always realized that."
Ans. — "It's not Leuba — it's Ferree!! I'm in control now and Leuba isn't. He
has gone to look up at Prokosch, who is in the heaven of heavens. His attendants are
the only angels there allowed to talk German. Everyone else uses Hebrew. All the
Seniors who passed their third oral and died from the shock sit around him singing,
'Ich weiss nicht was soil es bedeuten.'* He "
P. T. (evidently the subject is an unpleasant one) — "Will you tell me about Miss
Donnelly?"
F. — "She does not do anything. She is an Englishwoman. She, too, is happy.
Here in heaven we are all happy."
P. T. — "What experience is making Georgiana happy?"
F. — "She, alas, is not in Heaven!"
At this point, repeated questionings failed to elicit any answers and the seance
closed. We are unable to furnish information concerning the psychic state of other
faculty members.
Doris Pitkin
*Relying on the almost supernatural culture of the senior class, the editors have not trans-
lated these remarks — as Dr. Chew would do.
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To Merion
Evidence of Miss B , Tenament Inspector Number 503
Monday morning, March 15, 1920. Visited Merion Court. At the end of a dark,
dingy alley was a small tenement. A single room was occupied by members of four
families. The furniture consisted of only two single beds and floor space to enable
two persons to dress at the same time. All cooking is done over one open fireplace,
and there is no running water in the room. The women take in red firemen's shirts
to buttonhole. These shirts are often worn by the children and are used as covering at
night.* It is difficult to give any conception of the dreary squalor of the place, which
has to serve both as home and workshop, and which does not possess the most elemen-
tary requirements of either.
One young girl living here has daily to go to work in an artist's studio in a distant
city. This is in itself deplorable . Coupled with such home surroundings, there seems
to be little help for the girl. Others do perilous work in a factory where poisonous
chemicals are handled daily.
From Denbigh
*See article on "Shirt finishing in the Sweated Industries Handbook," published by the
Daily News. The articles and illustrations in this little book are most valuable.
Behind The Scenes
THUS THE LITTLE MINUTES . . .
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1919— Pembroke West.
Margie (reading a letter) — "I have the flower-basket next to my bed and the
sweet odour of mignonette, daffodils, carnations, roses, narcissus, pansies, frisia, lilac,
marguerites, tulips, hyacinths, lilies-of-the-valley. and maiden-hair fern comes to me.
I appreciate your thinking of me. In regard to your proposed junior dance, I really
fear that: (1) the hotels in Philadelphia would be too crowded to hold all the men,
and (2) there would be no way of fumigating the men coming direct from the
trenches. Because of these and other statistics, I feel it would be unwise.
Yours sincerely,
M. Carey Thomas."
(Dismal sighs.)
Margie (gloomily) — "Well, I suppose we might as well discuss our class rings,
then.
Birdie — "I have a lapis lazuli pendant that is just the right shade."
Doris — "Lapis lazuli is too dark."
Birdie — "Oh no, mine is light."
Voice from Rear (rudely) — "Then it must be imitation."
Birdie (in righteous indignation) — "I will pass it around and show you."
Doris (not to be outdone, passes her dark one around).
(Furious discussion as to color of lapis lazuli.)
GoATIE — "What about turquoises?"
Stevie — "They turn green."
Goatie — "Mine didn't." (She passes her bracelet around.)
Alice — "Ah've seen some mo' turquoises that look jest lak malachite."
(More furious discussion as to color of turquoises.)
Margie — "Someone will have to consult the jeweler."
Milly (brightly) — "I think Luky would be awfully good for that, she has such
a way with men."
(Pandemonium .)
MlLLY" (hastily and apologetically) — "I mean, of course, that she is so good at
getting engagements."
(Riot.)
Facetious Voice — "There's safety in numbers; I move we appoint a committee."
1920— Pembroke East.
Time — 1 :35.
(Lined up in a solid pluilanx on the window seat. Rock is on time as usual. They
smell a rat. During the opening remarks the rest of the class strolls slowly in, by
halls, and take their accustomed places.)
Milly — (banging on the table with the ancestral even hammer) — "Firsbizness-
forethmeetingsreadingminnusothpreviousmeeting."
Chorus — "Moveminnusmeetingpreviousreading be omitted."
Milly — "The next business before the meeting is a discussion of chapel. It really
is absolutely disgraceful. We ought to set an example to the freshman class. We
have absolutely no sense of responsibility. There were absolutely only four people
there this morning! Something must be done."
Sloanie — "I move we take a sense of the meeting." (She becomes speechless
with mirth.)
Belinda (showing signs of passionate indignation) — "Madam President, I
strongly object to having a personal, fundamental, religious question made a class
matter."
Mary Lou (leaping to her feet) — "I don't think we should go to chapel for
effect."
Lois — "I think it's a very bad example to the Freshmen."
Hawkie — "May I ask Miss Kellogg on what grounds she bases this statement?"
Lois (feebly) — "Well — on common sense."
Hawkie — "I move we abolish chapel."
Teresa (amiably) — "Why can't we have chapel only on Thursday?"
Monica and Kitty (together) — "Wonderful!"
Birdie — "I have reason to believe that that would be against Jane's — er — Miss
Smith's inclinations."
Milly (desperately) — "The next business before the meeting is the election of
the graduate reception committee.
Stevie
Dot
M. K.
Miriam
Hoggie
Marguerite
Doris
Laura
Chasie
"I nominate Miss Lindsey.'
'I nominate Miss Rood.
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Teresa
Arline
LlTZY
Fumi
Sloanie
Peggy
BoLEYN
Mary Lou
"I nominate Miss Conklin.
T nominate Miss Littell.
Lois — "I nominate Miss Gregg."
Hawkie — "I consider that Miss Gregg would be excellent. She was a most
valuable member of the cut committee and is possessed of consummate tact."
Sloanie (giggling) — "I think Margie would treat the grads well — she's terribly
nice to me."
Jule — "Miss James is a wonderful president of the Spanish Club. Why, Ibanez
was crazy about her."
Milly" — "The next business is the discussion of our class tree."
Mary Lou — "Let's plant it in a corner of the cloister."
Betty — "Sort of play puss-in-the-corner with 19's."
Zella — "Let's plant it where 18's died."
Kato — "Let's plant it near 17's and perhaps ours will kill it."
Milly — "Miss Humphrey, will you tell us the trees suggested?"
Helen (reading letter from the college architect) — "The Juniperus Virginian r
Glaucus is of a conspicuous bluish colour, but is a variety of the red cedar, and is
not sufficiently uncommon to appeal to the class "
Meenie (interrupting) — "If it's a red cedar let's not have it."
Helen (continuing) — "Probably the best tree is either the Cedrus Atlantica
Glauca, resembling the cedar of Lebanon. Or the Tilia Europaea Tomentosa. Now,
which do you want?"
(A long and ambiguous silence. The class for once without a come-back.)
Alice — "Ahem! Ah move we leave it to the discretion of a committee."
Milly (breathing a sigh of relief) — "Well, I guess that's all. I want to say just
a word to you about graduating "
Sing-Song Voice (absent-mindedly) — "I move we leave it to the discretion of a
committee — oh !"
Julia Conklin
Helene Zinsser
Margaret Ballou
Millicent Carey
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"Out of the Past"
As the bell tolled one, the Ghost of the Past took shape out of the shadows. The
blue lantern that he carried cast a soft light around him.
"Come," he commanded, and as I arose and followed him the time slipped away,
back and back, back to the year 1920, when I read French and German at sight.
"Yes," Dr. Fenwick is saying, "some fool faculty committee, and they put me on
the damn thing! How do you feel about it, Miss Carey?"
(Milly gives satisfactory answer.)
Fenwick — "Miss Clark, this class is so large — I wish you would look after the
roll call so that I won't have so much work to do. And by the way, Miss Carey, will
you take complete charge of every student's report, and as you have nothing else to
do this year, go around to each one and supply her with a subject. I can't be bothered
by all those little things. M-m I have a clipping here about the presidential cam-
paign "
(The desk totters under the force of his blows, and the Ghost gently pulls at. my
gown as a sign to follow him.)
Dr. Chew (twirling his spectacles) — "I will — ah — read you this passage. It
won't take long:
'Hope springs eternal in the human breast,
Man never is but always to be blest.' "
(Taking into careful consideration the utter lack of intelligence of the students) —
"Ah — that means, of course, that man always has hope.
'Know then this truth, (enough for man to know)
Virtue alone is happiness below.'
"Ah — that means man must be good to be happy. This is quite difficult, but if
I — ah — explain it, perhaps you can grasp it.
"I want to speak about the Peruvian letters. A Peruvian is a man from Peru.
They influenced Oliver Goldsmith — ah — he is the man who wrote The Deserted Vil-
lage. I had better put that on the board so you will know how to spell it."
(As it is now twenty minutes of one, Chew has to leave to catch the one-eight
train.)
Derry — (pacing the floor, gesticulating vociferously) — "This is the prolego-
mena, pro-le-gomena-a. I have given Miss Jones credit . . . and Miss Smith high
credit . . . We 'will now take up the sovereign power of the state — and by the way,
it is pronounced sovverin, not suvrun. Well, the suvrun power of the state — oh that
reminds me: There was a little dog sitting on a station platform and when the train
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had gone by he ran after it up the track and exclaimed gleefully, 'I've chased it away.'
(There is a dead silence.) Do you see the point, Miss Brown? Ha, you have no sense
of humor." (Some fool freshman giggles.)
Derry (bowing to the gallery) — "Ah!"
Jimmy Barnes (working out a problem on the board, mutters to himself).
Voice — (timidly) — "Dr. Barnes, oughn't you to add there instead of subtract?"
Jimmy (fiercely) — "Certainly not. Why don't you take mathematics? It ought
to be required for all freshmen. Now, let me see. Ah, I have it — we ought to add
here."
Voice (more timidly) — "Tha — that's what I said." (Jimmy snorts at her.)
Jimmy — "I sure gotta hand it to you for a rotten bunch of mathematicians."
(Expectantly) "Does anyone know how to clear fractions?" (Apparently no one
does.)
Jimmy (beaming with delight) — "Well, I'll explain it to you. Miss Smith, if you
can't stop laughing you had better change your seat." (After order has been re-
stored.) "When I was at Johns Hopkins the janitor died, of the physical laboratory."
And I awoke to find the sun shining in at my window, with its rays on the Bryn
Mawr banner above my head.
Julia Conklin.
" Without Benefit of Clergy "
If the Powers That Be refuse Rabbi Wise
How will our next choice appear in their eyes?
For we'd pay Billy Sunday his fare on a car
To grace the old Gothic of stately Bryn Mawr!
M. H. B.
M. L.
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Exercises
Of course we would be nominated to write on exercise. We don't wish anyone to
think that we don't approve of exercise. On the contrary, we have always admired
Dr. Gray and would think it a very good idea to trot five miles a day if we found those
little trunks becoming. We are annoyed by the current opinion that we never stand
up when we can sit down, or sit up when we can lie down. It isn't so.
On the other hand, we are willing to state and defend the proposition that
the thing can be made objectionable. In the first place it can become too pre-
eminent. We don't like to make it the lodestar of our lives. Hockey would be all
very well if they wouldn't play on such cold days that we spend the hour blowing our
nose, blowing on our hands, and laying the quite brittle skin back around our
knuckles. In more pleasant weather, we spend the time putting up our back hair and
leaning on our sticks; that is, of course, except when we are running up and down
the field, for whatever people may say, we do that every now and then, quite often,
in fact. For my own part, I very much enjoy bounding springily over the turf, every
muscle alert to escape falling flat in the slime, if I am not impeded in my stride
by the effort to make the ball keep up with me. Of course there are always the little
worries, wondering whether one's tie will fall all the way off, wishing one hadn't left
one's sweater on, but on the whole, it is certainly enjoyable if other people do not
bother us. It is a game we should like to play alone.
No team we ever played on ever won a game. That is a fact, interpret it as you
may. But we were never bitter about it. The losers do not play so many games.
Alice Harrison
Julia Cochran
OUR BANNER
Oh, take it up tenderly, brush it with care,
Away with the cobwebs long gathering there!
'Tis covered with glory from work in the Cause,
For flash lights have dimmed it, by Publicity's laws.
L. H.
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Under Fire
Some fifteen miserable forms waited dejectedly in Rock sitting room, offering up
prayers for final "ds" and "zs." The clock ticked on. "What time is it?" I asked,
hoarsely. "Five minutes past eight. Are you sure, Lois, you told him it was in
Rock?" asked Helen Hill, polite but always to the point. My God! I grabbed for
an umbrella and bolted through the door, plowing my frantic way through slush and
water. Soon I saw a trim little figure, pattering along under a large umbrella, and
slowed my pace just in time to keep from upsetting the most supple larynx in
America.
"Oh, Mr. Kink!" I panted.
"Yes, Miss?"
[Editors here were forced to cut out several pages of apologies and savory
replies.]
"Well, now let's see what you have done. You have already lost eight minutes
of my time. Of course it makes no difference to me — as I told the president in 1914 —
it makes no difference to me. Only you must realize that out of the eight thousand
people who will come from all over the country to see these plays, at least five thou-
sand of them will come because of my reputation."
"Oh! yes," I murmured reverently, arranging Titania's bower, and urging her
into a sleeping position with one eye while I appreciated the five thousand with the
other.
"I think I told you of the appointment that was denied me on account of one
cerebral "r" in The Hue and Cry?"
"Yes, I think you did," I replied, but added hastily, "I always thought that was
very interesting."
"The little vixen! She was Cupid, from the Middle West. She seemed really,
ladies, to do it on purpose. I think I have told you before." I smiled in acquiescence.
"A distinguished lady principal of a boarding school had approached me on the sub-
ject of lecturing before the French legation," the perfectly vibrated tones went on,
"but when she heard this naughty little thing with her, 'Come my little jocund
spor-r-rts,' why, of course !" He ended with a dramatic shrug of his shoulders.
"Of course!" I echoed, motioning nervously to Bottom, with a furtive glance at
the clock.
"This shows the importance of ar-tic-u-la-tion," he added in a tone of finality,
and my heart rose at that tone. I moved toward the front row of the Inquisitors' Seats,
notebook and pencil in hand, waiting for the rehearsal to proceed.
"Why, do you know" — my heart sank again — "the people who come to visit my
classes say to me, 'Mr. King, how can you stand it?' I wonder myself sometimes;
while I stand up there and pour forth beautiful art, the students sit blinking stupidly
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at my pearls like great boobies." I managed to call up a sympathetic smile at his
fishlike grimace and timidly handed him a copy of A Midsummer Night's Dream.
Miriam's dulcet tones offered untold relief. "I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing
again." Oh! the refreshing music of those words. "To say, to swear, I love thee."
Mr. King was making queer dog-like noises in his throat, and the gleam in his
eye told me the worst was approaching. He was going to do Titania!
"Pom, pom, pom," he announced. Then taking off his great glasses, he capered
across the hall. Now watch me, please. Impresse. Miss Brown, impresse. See, I
can make love to the very newel post," and suiting the action to the word, he flung his
arms passionately about the astonished wooden owl, and vibrated and diminuendoed
and pitched up and down the scale with untold fervor. Then he tried the fire irons
and the door knob — over and over — until a suppressed rustle from above told me
that all of Rock, had gathered at the top of the stairs to hear the latest proposal. At
last, he came to Bottom. That was a dramatic moment when Titania laid his sleek,
little, black head upon Miss Burr's substantial shoulder and cooed Shakespearian
lyrics into her ear. At the tensest moment, Miss Burr naively broke the spell with,
"Am I to take these advances with indifference, Mr. King?"
The question was ignored. "You must do that a thousand times, Miss Brown."
I glanced apprehensively at the clock which was fast approaching 9:30. "It comes
from a life time of practice, and spending my dear mamma's good money at the
conservatoire.
"That pirouette, now! You see how graceful?" he demanded, picking up his
coat tails and revolving across the room. "From a premier of the Ballet Russe. It's
the little things that count. The Venus we had last time practiced walking for hours
in front of a mirror. The beautiful Miss Helen Barber; you have heard of her,
haven't you?"
"I certainly have," I replied, with a world of feeling in my voice. Off came the
glasses again to allow ecstacy to shine forth undimmed.
"That was a case of my ar-tic-u-la-tion assimiliated. Now, Miss Brown, impresse!
Get the thrill into your voice. The same thing as when I say 'Soft you now, the fair
Ophelia.' When Forbes-Robertson was playing Horatio to my Hamlet, he used to say
to me, 'King, say that again — Gad ! man, you have a temperament.' Of course I didn't
tell him I could chop up my mother-in-law, and bury her under the floor before com-
ing to the theatre, and then render that most exquisite love scene without turning a
hair. Ar-tic-u-la-tion, that's all it is. But, of course, I can't go around telling that
to everyone, or they'll begin to think I'm a crank on the subject. Now, Miss Brown."
At this point Taylor began striking ten, and the train of Theseus sat up and
rubbed their eyes.
Well, you see, we haven't gotten through one page of this," said His Highness,
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with an angry look at me over his spectacles. "My time's far too valuable to be
wasted in this way. Not that it makes any difference to me about these plays — as I
told the president in 1914. Why, I don't get enough salary here to pay my club
bills. To cover the cost of my wine and tobacco, you might say."
Feeble apologies were offered up, as incense to an angered god. "Old Wives'
Tale tomorrow night in the gym," I suggested softly.
"Very well ; good-night." And, as he left, the door slammed peremptorily on
the last of the tapered consonants.
Lois Kellogg
When we all have grown famous and gray,
We'll remember a long distant day,
When we gambolled about
In a curious rout,
To honor the Coming of May.
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May-Day Try-Outs
Merion was filled with wild-eyed undergraduates. Snatches of pre-Shakespearian
drama floated around the corners. A Sophomore with ink on her nose was behind a
sofa, delivering a passionate soliloquy to a ghastly picture of somebody's martyrdom.
Two Freshmen were partly concealed behind a table in the sitting room. One was
kneeling on the floor, making maudlin love to another, who was muttering disjointed
replies as she clutched a book. All these disturbing elements merely formed a back-
ground to my own thoughts. I stared wildly out of the window and tried to feel
simple and girlish.
Haggard-looking wretches who had just been through the ordeal emerged from
the torture chamber. I clutched one of them with my cold, wet hand.
"What was it like?" I whispered hoarsely.
"Like hell," she replied.
A moment later a strong hand seized me and I was sucked in.
Silence, so absolute that it fairly smote the ear — deadly chill. Skinner, in the
foreground, gave me a brief glance and then turned away. A vast, deserted area
stretched in front of me, and about a thousand faces that I couldn't identify stared
stonily across the gulf and directly through me. Heaven knows I didn't expect any-
one to kiss me, but nerves of iron could hardly have expected this. My mouth was
dry and my tongue clove to the roof. I tried to speak and merest nonsense resulted. I
tried to do my carefully prepared gestures, and my paralyzed limbs jerked spas-
modically. From far away I heard a derisive snicker. I paused to wet my lips, and a
voice from somewhere said, "Thank you, Alice." I groped backward, fumbled for
the door knob, and staggered shakily out, with an increasing giggle behind me as a
God-speed.
Alice Rood
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We Are Seven
I met a little college girl,
'Twas nine o'clock she said.
From out her bathing-cap a curl
Stood bristling from her head.
She scanned a water-polo list,
Then, with foreboding air,
She searched in every crack, but missed
Someone who should be there.
"Fullbacks and Halfbacks, little maid,
How many may you be?"
"How many'.'' Seven in all," she said,
And wondering looked at me.
"And then where are they all, by chance?"
She answered, "Seven are we.
Though two would rather work for France
Than slave at B. M. C.
"And two are gone because they thought
That home was woman's sphere.
By two Ibanez's being caught,
Nor he nor they are here."
"Although Ibanez's on the way,
And he may yet arrive.
They are not here, is all I say,
And ye are only five.
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"If two the fields of France prefer
To taking a degree
In minor math., we would infer
That ye are only three.
"You stand beside the pool with me.
The game should have begun;
If two are married, you may see
That ye are only one."
All this and more, not fit to hear,
I said when they did not appear,
Though Tavlor tolled eleven.
'Twas throwing words away, for still
The little maid would have her will,
And said, "Nay, we are seven!"
Anne Coolidge
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Character Parts
I. THE STOCK BROKER
It was Ballou's idea that I write this up. As my readers know to their own cost,
Ballou has a genuius for finding out one's weak point and making it known to the
world at large. That is undoubtedly why she is on the class book. I suggested that
in return she write up Bill — you know, the callow one from the coal mines with
the educator shoes — but she didn't see it that way.
I am not, generally, an authority on visiting Englishmen. Having never consid-
ered myself worthy to become a member of the English Club, I did not dine with
Mr. Walpole. I did not even go to the tea. True, someone asked me but I did not
go. You see, the tea was before the lecture. If I had only known ... I wouldn't
have had a chance though, because Alice . . . but why don't they get Alice to
write this? Who was it that lassoed the eminent guest and kept him in a corner for
three quarters of an hour, while one of our near-English educators (one of our most
awfully English ones) ate out her heart waiting to be introduced?
Yes, I went to the lecture. I was covering it for one of our local journals, so I
went. Strange how big events often hang on slender threads. We may all recover,
but there are some of us who will never be the same.
It was just like any other lecture, at first. The same audience of students, simply
but tastefully dressed in hockey skirts, one or two friends of the college, and a scat-
tering of the unattached professors who frequent our more informal social gatherings
in search of a mate. Then the usual hush while Alice, looking very svelte, sophisti-
cated, and savoire-faire in blue satin, laid one hand lightly and gracefully on the
rostrum and made a neat little speech about England being so generous with her great
men. Then the great man in question stepped forward, pink and rotund, and the
die was cast.
As I write, with a portrait of my subject before me, it seems to me that the secret
of Mr. Wal pole's fascination lay in the reaction from that worst dill pickle of all
J. B. Pond's 57 varieties — Dunsany! What a relief to find one highbrow Englishman
whose clothes fitted and who didn't look like an effete iceman presiding at an annual
convention — who, in fact might have been taken for a successful stock broker and
who actually apologized for talking about himself! Poets who look poetic have no
fascination for me, nor even dramatists who look dramatic, but when you get a nov-
elist who looks like a stock broker — that's different! And if you doubt me, count the
number of people who have borrowed your Jeremy since last November.
Well, I'm going to stop now. There is a lot more that might be said, but then,
mine is not an impartial judgment. Besides, why paint the lily? If you were there,
you were there — and if you weren't there, you can never understand ! After all, it
isn't the write-up that matters, but the nerve you bring to it!
Darthela Clark
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II. THE LICENSED POET: ARDOURS AND ENDURANCES
We were all quite silent as Robert Nicholls came into the room. He strode
straight to the fireplace, shaking back a lock of golden hair from his eyes, and spread
out his hands to the flames. After a few breathless moments it was the poet who
broke the silence.
"Damn windy," he said.
Uncle John cleared his throat and tramped hurriedly out of the room and Aunt
Maria, all in a fluster, got up to order tea. 1 glanced shyly up and my eye caught
sight of his lovely magenta shirt and the corner of a silk handkerchief to match — I
caught my breath and turned my eyes hopefully to his socks — but they were white
cotton.
"After all," I thought, "I think that is better."
It was wonderful to see any one, especially such a very young man, so very much
at his ease right away. Even before Aunt Maria had returned he had flung himself
upon the sofa. "Hell of a trip out here," he said. Then catching sight of the paino,
he darted across the room to strike a few chords on it. "Umpteen stations on the
way out and all that sort of thing," he added over his shoulder. It was beautifully
spontaneous.
Uncle John came back for tea but didn't pay much attention to the Poet, — he
Just sort of glanced at him lying on the sofa as he came in, and grunted something I
didn't catch about "poetic license."
Aunt Maria asked him timidly if he preferred cream or lemon. "Don't catch
your drift; snow again, to be typically American," he rejoined quickly. Uncle John
set down his tea cup with a clatter; I don't think he quite liked it.
There was an awkward pause. The Poet limped over to the bookcase.
"What do you think of Walpole?" asked Aunt Maria, searching for conversation.
"Umpteen notions about Russia," he answered, turning a vase upside down.
Katie exchanged glances with Aunt Maria.
"Don't you adore Lord Dunsany?" she ventured nervouslv.
"Ice fiend," was all he said.
There was another pause. The Poet began to march back and forth across the
room.
"I'm going home to beat my wife,
Please don't interfere,"
he sang.
I heard the library door slam across the hall and realized Uncle John had left.
"Ian Hay lectured here ..." I began.
"Beith!" he roared. "I could tell him more about the war in three minutes than
he has in all his damned books!"
I realized, of course, that this was quite true, so did not say anything more.
At dinner the Poet talked most of the time. He took some books in with him;
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"in case the conversation grew dull," he explained cleverly to Aunt Maria. But he
had a great deal to say about New York ladies. . . . Katie and I could scarcely
touch a mouthful — and about what things in America brought back his shell-shock:
those dreadful subways and fire engines and a Miss Woodbury whom he met at some
girls' college. "She talked more nonsense in five minutes than anyone else could do
in five years," he said. "Lots of females — My God, how they appreciate me! Sat at
my feet, of course. Read them all sort of things. . . . Quite done up ! Couldn't
seem to find the door until some kindly greyish haired lady with eyeglasses and a near-
English accent led me to a Petees — whatever in hell that is!"
And then he talked a lot about ballet-dancers he once knew in London — he does
seem to know the world so well ! It began by his asking me if I was a relation of
some chorus girl of the same name. I must say I was thrilled when he turned to me
and asked me that so frankly. "The most beautiful back in England," he cried.
(Katie told me afterwards that I blushed then.) "Damn fine legs, too, — damn fine,
damn fine . . ." he mused in a sort of a reminiscent voice. I thought he was going
to say something almost poetic if Uncle John had not begun coughing and spluttering
into his napkin and making the most horrid hubbub.
After dinner it was the most exciting of all. He wrote in the front of our books —
in mine he put a lovely poem called "The Full Heart," and then we all sat around
while he lay on the sofa and read to us. He read out of my book, too; and I don't
think I shall ever get over the chagrin of it — for none of the pages were cut!
Lois Kellogg
III. THE VISITING ENGLISHMAN
Siegfried Sassoon took his cup of tea and settled himself comfortably at ease
in Miss Adair's arm chair, and gradually, as I became conscious of his personality,
I grew more calm. From Miss Donnelly we had had a picture of him as extremely
delicate, ethereal, the type that faints easily, rather like Shelley, all fire and air, and
no sense of humor. Now the agony of suspense was over; and as I watched him drink
his tea and consume with comforting eagerness the sandwiches and cake that we had
provided, peace returned to my soul.
"Do you know," he said, smiling across the tea table, "this is very pleasant. I
had expected to be met by a lot of dowagers."
"Haven't you something nice to show me?" he asked at last, "a library, or — or—
something like that? Do you mind waiting while I get my snow shoes? You know,
I couldn't understand how you Americans got around so easily till finally I met a man
who advised me to buy a pair of snow shoes. So I bought the biggest ones I could
find and now I get around famously."
Milly and I stared at one another. Inwardly I raged. What idiot had had the
gall to snare this young innocent into buying snow shoes? Presently he returned.
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"You see?" he said. With much misgiving, I looked do\vn, and there, on the
largest pair of human feet in captivity, I saw — rubbers.
As we were going down the steps he slipped on the ice, and for a mad moment I
saw the English Club poetless until J. B. Pond provided another specimen. I grabbed
him by — well, if he had been a monkey it would have been his tail. Since he was a
man, it wasn't.
We warned him that he would think Tavlor funny, and as we opened the door, the
Gods and Goddesses seemed to turn and stare at him.
"Good Lord!" he gasped," I see what you mean."
The brilliancy of the chapel distressed him. It did not seem appropriate to read
poetry in such a glare. So Milly turned out everything except the desk light.
"Oh, no!" he cried, "the gentleman in the coiner would never approve of this."
Then with a chuckle, "It makes me look phosphorescent!"
If earlier in the afternoon I had cursed the Elys for not including at least one
member of the English Club in their invitation to dinner, now, between 8:15 and 8:45,
bitterness ate my soul as I paced the floor, biting my nails in desperation. And then,
when they finally did let him come, just as the lecture was about to begin, behold,
without purchasing tickets, the Misses Ely, swanking into the front seats, explaining
loftily as they did so, that they were the people who had invited him to dinner.
"Do you know," he said on the way to Rock, after the lecture, "it's a funny show
— my standing up there, talking to a lot of women."
Throughout his visit he was very much interested in Alice, and frequently ex-
pressed regret at not meeting her.
"Who's head of all this?" he asked.
"President Thomas, ' I explained.
"Oh, really?" he replied, "well, but then who is Miss Harrison?"
Harriet Holmes
IV. THE EFFETE ICE-MAN
It isn't what you expect, it's what you get in this world, and Lord Dunsany was
what we got. Who would have thought from his pictures that we had ordered all
that loosely hung naivety? But, then, we didn't know that we were going to get little
Mr. Ruggles Williams, the shock-absorber, either, and many people seemed to find
him alone worth the money. He asked me for the gate receipts before we had gotten
to the lecture. Besides, a man who can look lonely and be rescued by three girls in
one evening, has talent. He seemed to have had a triple presence — at least, for a very
nice girl from Pem. East with big brown eyes, a very entertaining talker from Pem.
West with big grey eyes, and a very alluring beauty from Denbigh, who once had a
permanent wave, all told me after the reception that poor Mr. Williams had felt
awfully left out and so she had talked to him all evening. The brown-eyed lady
from Pem. East won the competition, I happen to know.
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Weil, it was lucky Dunsany did bring his nurse, even if President Taft hadn't
been expecting to put one up, and had to make them sleep together. As it was, after
all the dinner guests had arrived, even if the ice cream hadn't, his lordship could be
plainly heard, running backward and forward, trying to get dressed. One pump, I
learned afterward from Ruggles, was missing. One could hardly hear oneself speak.
And then, of course, without Mr. Williams we should never have thought of putting
that ice in the finger bowl for him to play with during the lecture, and without it the
interest of the audience would have been cut in half. Some spent the whole hour
trying to figure out what the little white things were that he was chasing around the
table. It has since appeared in a Chicago newspaper that the best thing Dunsany has
done in his country was done at Bryn Mawr, where he turned a pitcher of ice water
upside down on his head and went on reading while the water trickled into his collar.
On the whole, he was a very sweet man, and when his poetry begins appearing in
the Cosmopolitan, as he said it was soon to do, it will look very much out of its
element.
Alice Harrison
MAY-DAY
Little plays with tickets,
Little cups of tea,
Make a big endowment,
For the Faculty.
D. E. P.
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Bridge
(With apologies to Amy Lowell)
The cards splatter on the table
Like cracked grain flung to the chickens.
They slide,
Glide,
And are gathered into the hands of the players,
There spread in a fan
Of glistening red
Edged with dirty white,
Like the red gymnasium suits
With their soiled white guimpes.
Four pairs of hands arrange the cards —
Long hands,
Broad hands.
Hands stained with ink,
Spotlessly clean hands,
Hands of potential politicians.
Philosophers,
Physicians,
Wasted, deftly arranging cards.
Abilities squandered.
Flip. flip, flip — down goes the dummy's hand,
A blaze of color,
What useless riot of red!
Flip, flip, flip.
"A Jewish finesse — cheap and nasty!"
Flip, flip— flip!
On they go.
The red cards flash.
The black ones
Catch the glint from the electric lamp,
Throwing it on the wan faces of the maniacal players.
Flip, flip— flip, flip!
'"Twelve-thirty,"
"No matter, on with the game."
Flip, flip,
Flop!
Betty Weaver
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Graduating With Honors
MAGNA CUM LAUDE
Upper Ten
Marie Litzinger
Isabel Arnold
Millicent Carey
Eleanor Marquand
CUM LAUDE
Nathalie Gookin
Miriam Brown
Alice Harrison
Doris Pitkin
Dorothy Smith
Dorothy Jenkins
Miriam O'Brien
Arline Preston
Catherine Robinson
Zella Boynton
Frances von Hofsten
Kathleen Outerbridge
Lilian Davis
Hilda Buttenweiser
Julia Cochran
EUROPEAN FELLOW
Marie Litzinger
SUNNY JIM
Betty M. Weaver
GEORGE W. CHILDS ESSAY PRIZE
Doris E. Pitkin
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Sunny Jim
Come Now and Listen
(1920's Version)
Come now and listen to what we have done,
We're not the goats,
We're not the goats.
We are the brightest class under the sun,
We're not the goats,
We're not the goats.
Juniors we warn you there never will be
Any class after so clever as we;
IV e rolled our hoops when we took Number Three,
We're not the goats,
We're not the goats!
D. E. P.
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The Innovators
They told us that no class was ever really voted fresh. But we were. The eclat
it added to '20's name was incalculable. We had achieved distinction in an absolutely
novel line, and we spent the rest of the year trying to live up to our reputation.
They told us that every class finally got Parade Song. We didn't. We began
then to realize that we were something apart, a sort of phenomenon where natural
laws didn't apply.
They told us that every class gave a play — gave several, in fact. We never had
any. The course of our history is strewn with the wrecks of ungiven dramas, and any
member of the class can write skits or movies in her sleep.
They told us that no class passed its third oral. Once more we flung convention
to the winds. They said no class ever rolled its hoops before May. WE DID.
Doris Pitkin
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The Lyric Quality
Ever since we first thanked 1917 for their party here, we have lived under the
shadow of songs. As freshmen, our greatest nightmare was the fear of being called
on for a song that we did not have. When fresh from signing the hundredth time we
stood under the arch and heard the wind blow over the lea we determined that one
day we would sing like 1917. But alas, waiting's very long. Who can ever forget
the long, long time of straining and the jumbled and confused murmurs that arose
when we were called on and our juniors stood opposite trembling at our song and
wondering why on them should be thrust such a trust. Or the night when we decided
to take our fun where we found it and announced that the freshmen would sing on
Senior steps immediately after supper? At any rate we got their goat, for '17, fierce
and red, declared it a darn poor joke, and Con Hall, in tears, assured us that even
music did not set us free that night.
And now that we are seniors and triumphantly we stand upon the steps waiting
around for the mob, somehow 'we do not find that harmony, harmony sown as the
flowers, is our strongest point. In spite of the repeated exhortations of a certain
short, swift, stocky girl, with an incurable passion for writing notes on little pink
cards, when we begin to sing we still lack a martial ring. But what's the use of
worrying? It's not on such odds and ends that our joy in life depends. And (when,
by a stroke of fortune we do get a good song, how '20 adores the child of their brain !
Anyway, what will it all matter when to end all our pains we get married and sing at
dusk a lullaby?
Darthela Clark
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1922
And now '22, we are leaving you to the none too tender care of the Red. It
hurts so dreadfully, because to us you will always seem so young, naive and ingen-
uous. We had an almost maternal feeling for you Freshman year because you
belonged to us. But this year the maternal feeling has changed to one of good com-
radeship. You have been so encouraging whenever we lost a game — an event which
has become a commonplace this year. When we fell before the first two orals you sang
lustily to cheer us on, but when we rolled our hoops at the third shot, you rose in a
body and yelled.
We sang sentimental songs and acted like blooming asses, but all that was the
smallest part of our feeling for you. We appreciated the fact that you as Freshmen
originated the point system, and we admired you for doing away with that relic of the
old regime. Sophomore Rules. We liked your Sophomore Play even if D. T. didn't.
And we were ridiculously proud of you when you turned off the lights in the gym and
sang '23's songs better than they did. When we are far away, we will look back on the
unforgotten times we've spent with you, but it won't be only a looking back, because
something tells us that we'll go right on being good friends till our fiftieth reunion and
longer.
Au revoir, '22, next year we'll return to cheer your banner on the Gym. We ex-
pect much of you.
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CLASS OFFICERS
President — Margaret Millicent Carey
Vice-President and Treasurer — Martha Jane LlNDSEY
Secretary — Dorothy Lois Rogers
Song Mistress — Lois Kellogg.
Undergraduate Association — President, Darthela Clark; Advisory Board,
Charlotte Colman.
Christian Association — President, Millicent Carey; Vice-President, Mary
Hardy.
Self-Government Association — President, Alice Cunningham Harrison; Vice-
President, Dorothy Wonderly Smith.
Athletic Association — President, Betty Weaver; Vice-President and Indoor
Manager, Katharine Townsend.
English Club — President, Alice Harrison; Secretary, Harriet Holmes.
French Club — President, Margaret Miller Dent.
History Club — President, Dorothy Smith; Vice-President, Zella Boynton.
Suffrage Club — President, Zella Boynton.
Trophy Club — President, Harriet Holmes; Vice-President, Katharine Townsend.
Discussion Club — President, Margaret Littell.
College News Board — Managing Editor, Frances Louise von Hofsten; Editors,
Darthela Clark, Margaret Ballou;, Business Board, Mary Porritt, Helene Zinsser.
The Bryn Mavvr Review Board — Editor-in-Chief, Doris Pitkin; Editor, Isabel
Hart Arnold; Associate Editor, Helen Emily Kingsbury; Business Manager, Martha
F. Chase.
ATHLETICS
1919-1920
HOCKEY
Championship Won by 1921
Captain — M. M. Carey Manager — B. Weaver
Team
H. Zinsser M. M. Carey M. Hardy
D. Rogers M. Ballou B. Weaver
L. Sloan M. Mall H. Kingsbury
A. Moebius D. Clark
On Varsity— M. M. Carey (Captain), D. Rogers, D. Clark, B. Weaver
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WATER POLO
Championship Won by 1921
Captain — B. Weaver
Manager — H. Holmes
Team
K. Townsend M. R. Brown H. Zinsser
E. LUETKEMEYER M. BaLLOU B. WEAVER
H. Holmes
N. B. — Further statistics not available when the class book went to press.
Dramatis Personae
Allen, Dorothy Blair 34 Plymouth Street, Montclair, N. J.
Arnold, Isabel Hart 17 Francis Avenue, Cambridge, Mass.
Ballou, Margaret Howland Marblehead, Mass.
Bonsai, Frances Leigh 18 E. Mt. Vernon Place, Baltimore, Md.
Boynton, Zella Detmold 981 Madison Avenue, New York City
Brace, Elizabeth 105 East 22nd Street, New York City
Bretz, Marion Starr 1921 North 2nd Street, Harrisburg, Pa.
Bromell, Beatrice Brunswick .549 East 34th Street, Brooklyn, N. Y.
Brown, Madeline Ray 13 Charl Field Street, Providence, R. I.
Brown, Miriam Burkloe 1212 John Street, Baltimore, Md.
Butler, Miriam Glen Mills, Pa.
Buttonweiser, Hilda 252 Lorraine Avenue, Clifton, Cincinnati, 0.
Canby, Marjorie Wistar,
Westview and Wissahickon Avenues, Germantown, Philadelphia, Pa.
Carey, Margaret Millicent 1004 Cathedral Street, Baltimore, Md.
Cary, Margaret Snell 605 Lennox Street, Baltimore, Md.
Cary, Mary Katharine 1104 West Avenue, Richmond, Va.
Cauldwell, Katharine Hartsdale, N. Y.
Chase, Mary Ayer (Mrs. Preston Burlingham Boyden ) Winnetka, III.
Chase, Martha Frances Great Meadows Road, Concord, Mass.
Clark, Darthela Stenton Avenue, Chestnut Hill, Philadelphia, Pa.
Clifford, Katherine Louise Shore Road, South Portland, Me.
Cochran, Julia Newton The Plains, Va.
Colman, Charlotte Kehl 114 South 15th Street, La Crosse, Wis.
Conklin, Julia Cecilia Rosemary Farm, Huntington, Long Island, N. Y.
Coolidge, Anne 613 Beacon Street, Boston, Mass.
Davis, Eleanor Bushnell,
106 West Moreland Avenue, Chestnut Hill, Philadelphia, Pa.
Davis, Lilian Gould 112 Lenox Road. Schenectady, N. Y.
Dent, Margaret Miller,
308 West Springfield Avenue, Chestnut Hill, Philadelphia, Pa.
Eberbach. Anna Getz Colwyn Lane, Cynwyd, Pa.
117
Eilers, Marguerite Elizabeth,
Sea Cliff, Long Island or 31 East 72nd Street, New York City
Ferris, Hilda 3409 Baring Street, Philadelphia, Pa.
Frost, Marian Louise 1060 Central Avenue, Plainfield, N. J.
Gookin, Nathalie Clotilde 13 West Walton Place, Chicago, 111.
Greene, Dorothy (Mrs. Harris Woodard Alexander),
130 Fairfield Street, St. Albans, Vt.
Gregg, Marian Brentmoor, St. Louis, Mo.
Griggs, Dorothy Maitland Ardsly-on-Hudson, N. Y.
Hales, Laura 509 North Oak Park Avenue, Oak Park, 111.
Harlan, Mary Leita 9 West Biddle Street, Baltimore, Md.
Hardy, Mary 518 Cathedral Street, Baltimore, Md.
Harrison, Alice Cunningham 31 East North Avenue, Baltimore, Md.
Hartshorne, Mary Minturn,
449 Park Avenue, New York City, or Highlands, N. J.
Hawkins, Margaret 20 Columbine Street, Denver, Col.
Healea, Monica New Philadelphia, 0.
Helmer, Phoebe Armistead 43 East 25th Street, New York City.
Herrick, Josephine Ursula,
Care of Frank R. Herrick, Esq., 912 Society for Savings Building, Cleveland, O.
Hess, Geraldine 224 South 7th Street, Council Bluffs, la.
Hoag, Mary Scattergood Walnut Lane, Haverford, Pa.
Holloway, Elizabeth Gordon 1414 Park Avenue, Indianapolis, Ind.
Holmes, Harriet Buchanan... 3006 Vernon Place, Mt. Auburn, Cincinnati, O.
Humphrey, Helen Germaine,
Hotel Ansonia, 73rd Street and Broadway, New York City
Humphreys, Helen 2069 Adelbert Road, Cleveland, O.
Hutchins, Margaret Grosvenor. .,...., ,55 East 65th Street, New York City
James, Teresa Donohue The Highlands, Washington, D. C.
Jenkins, Dorothy De Groff 334 Gowen Avenue, Mt. Airy, Philadelphia, Pa.
Jenkins, Esther Leavens (Mrs. Westmore Willcox, Jr.,)
28 Roland Avenue, Baltimore, Md., or 531 Warren Crescent, Norfolk, Va.
Johnston, Agnes Riddell Owen 819 North Charles Street, Baltimore, Md.
Justice, Jean Gilpin 114 Grandview Road, Ardmore, Pa.
Keeble, Cornelia 2114 West End Avenue, Nashville, Tenn.
Keep, Eleanor Hallam 7 East 62nd Street, New York City
Kellog, Lois Walcott New York Mills, N. Y.
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Kinard. Margaret Catharine 129 North Duke Street. Lancaster, Pa.
Kingsbury. Helen Emily,
Care of Miss Susan M. Kingsbury. Roberts Road. Brvn Mawr, Pa.
Lindsey. Martha Jane 2423 West End Avenue, Nashville. Tenn.
Littell, Margaret 234 East 49th Street, New York City
Litzinger. Marie Paula Bedford. Pa.
Luetkemeyer, Elizabeth Helen 1905 East 107th Street, Cleveland. O.
Lynch, Caroline 13 South Front Street, Harrisburg. Pa.
Mall, Mary Louise 12 Brimmer Street, Boston
McClure, Elinor Louise 1200 5th Avenue, Youngstown, O.
McCormack, Jessie Hume LaSalle. 111.
McNeill, Virginia Yerby 301 Edgevale Road, Roland Park, Md.
Moebius, Agnes Jeannette 222 Grant Avenue, Nutley, N. J.
OBrien. Miriam Eliot 30 Upland Road. Brookline. Mass.
Offutt. Nancy Jenkins Towson, Md.
Ormsby, Miriam 5658 Blackstone Avenue, Chicago, 111.
Park, Virginia 411 North 3rd Street. Atchison, Kan.
Parsons, Lois Burnett 665 East Town Street. Columbus. O.
Pitkin, Doris Ellen 324 West 103rd Street, New York City
Porritt. Marv Gertrude 63 Tremont Street. Hartford, Conn.
Preston. Arline Fearon Fallston, Md.
Prewitt. Martha Rodes Estill 156 North Upper Street, Lexington. Ky.
Roberts. Katharine Deming Louella Apartments. Wayne, Pa.
Robinson. Catherine Palmer Brookside Drive. Greenwich, Conn.
Rogers, Dorothy Lois 1356 Hyde Park Boulevard. Chicago, 111.
Rood. Alice Quan 410 Davis Street, Evanston, 111.
Rose, Agnes Milne 211 Woodside Avenue, Narberth. Pa.
Sanford, Anna Munson Christ Church Rectory. Bordentown, N. J.
Sloan, Louise Littig Lutherville, Md.
Smith, Dorothy Wonderly 135 Madison Avenue, Grand Rapids. Mich.
Steele, Gertrude Wye Garrison P. 0., Md.
Stevens, Edith R. F. D. 1. Lowell, Mass.
Strayer, Helen Clymer R. F. D. 2, Harrisburg. Pa.
Thomas, Katharine Cooper. . . .East Broad Street and Drexel Avenue, Columbus, O.
Townsend. Katharine Wendell 535 Beacon Street, Boston, Mass.
Train, Margaret Adams 113 East 73rd Street, New York City
Uchida, Fumi. .Care of Mrs. S. Takagaki, 70 Otsuka Cho, Koishikawa, Tokyo, Japan
Van Raalte, Fannie (Mrs. Philip Henry Cohn),
Care of Simon Van Raalte, Esq., 36 Washington Terrace, St. Louis, Mo.
119
von Hofsten. Fiances Louise 773 Prospect Avenue. Winnetka, 111.
Weaver, Betty M Clearfield. Pa.
Wight, Evelyn 30 Sehermerhorn Street, Brooklyn, N. Y.
Williams, Elizabeth 1201 Sheridan Road, Evanston, 111.
Williamson, Lorna 2761 Scott Street, San Francisco, Cal.
Wolf, Harriet Loeb 213 Ashbourne Road, Elkins Park, Pa.
Wortman, Helen (Mrs. Henry Allan Russell I Route No. 1, Hillsdale, Ore.
Zilker, Birdie Boleyn 519 West Ashby Place, San Antonio, Tex.
Zinsser, Helene Marie Mohr 6 West 9th Street, New York City
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In Bryn Mawr, the beautiful college town, ten
miles from Philadelphia. New stone building,
sunny rooms with private bath, home life, large
grounds, hockey, tennis, basketball, riding.
CATALOGUE
Mrs. Edith Hatcher Harcum, B.L.
(Pupil of Leschetizky), Head of the School
Miss M. G. Bartlett, Ph.D.
Miss S. M. Beach, Ph.D.
Associate Heads of
the School
F. WALTER LAWRENCE
Incorporated
JEWELERS AND SILVERSMITHS
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Southeast Corner of 44th Street
ESTABLISHED 1813
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While we do not sell women's clothing, it is our
experience that there is, on the part of many women,
especially those interested in sport, a growing tendency
to purchase from us for their own use Motor Coats,
Sweaters, Wool Caps, Waistcoats, Gloves, Mufflers,
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the more apparently because, as distinct from being
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321 CHESTNUT STREET
PHILADELPHIA
Established 183 7
Members New York and Philadelphia
Stock Exchanges
Rosemont P. O. Box No. 180
Bryn Mawr P. O. Box No. 231
MADAME GABRIEL
J. J. CONNELLY ESTATE
139 SOUTH 16TH STREET
THE MAIN LINE FLORISTS
Cut Flowers of All Kinds
Funeral Designs
GOWNS BLOUSES
LINGERIE
Corsages, Baskets, Etc.
Bedding and Decorative Plants
1226 LANCASTER AVENUE
Phone Bryn Mawr 252-W
CARS TO HIRE
WILLIAM T. MCINTYRE
MADDEN GARAGE
FINE GROCERIES, MEATS AND
Bryn Mawr
PROVISIONS
Sales and Service Station
BUICK and PAIGE CARS
BRYN MAWR AVENUE
Telephone Bryn Mawr 791
AFTERNOON TEA AND LUNCHEON
MEHL & LATTA
COTTAGE TEA ROOM
LUMBER AND COAL
Montgomery Ave., Bryn Mawr
Cement, Lime and Terra Cotta Pipe
EVERYTHING DAINTY AND
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The Exclusive Shop for
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1513 WALNUT STREET
Bell Phones: Spruce 4658, Locust 3219
A COUNTRY SCHOOL FOR GIRLS
Prepares for Bryn Mawr and Other
Colleges
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ATLANTIC CITY, N. J.
A Family House of Established Reputation
Open Throughout the Year
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SUNDAES
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THE BRYN MAWR
CONFECTIONERY
848 LANCASTER AVENUE
A complete line of Home Made Candies
— always fresh. Delicious Home Made Pies
PENN COTTAGE
MONTGOMERY AVENUE
Wynnewood, Pa.
Luncheons and Suppers on Order
TEA— ANTIQUES
Telephone Walnut 5365
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1335-37 WALNUT STREET
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PHILADELPHIA
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NEW YORK CHICAGO ST. LOUIS
Telephone Locust 6974
CECILE
HATS AND BLOUSES
141 SOUTH 1 5 TH STREET
Philadelphia
Telephone 758
HENRY B. WALLACE
CATERER AND CONFECTIONER
22 and 24 BRYN MAWR AVENUE
BRYN MAWR, PA.
FOR GRADUATION GIFTS
EASTMAN KODAKS
SOCIAL STATIONERY
(Monogram Die-Stamped)
EVERSHARP PENCILS
WATERMAN'S FOUNTAIN PENS
A. Pomerantz & Co.
1525 CHESTNUT STREET
PHILADELPHIA
JEANNETT'S
BRYN MAWR AND WAYNE
FLOWER SHOPS
CUT FLOWERS AND PLANTS
WEDDING BOUQUETS AND FUNERAL DESIGNS
1 1 4 Aberdeen Avenue, Wayne, Pa.
807 Lancaster Avenue, Bryn Mawr, Pa.
Bryn Mawr 5 70
Telephones: Wayne 74-W
Sunday and Night, Bryn Mawr 82 I -W
HAIRDRESSING
MANICURING
13TH STREET, ABOVE CHESTNUT
FACIAL SCALP
COSTUMES, WIGS, ETC.
TO HIRE
For Amateur and Professional Productions
236 S. 11TH STREET, PHILADELPHIA
Stands for Absolute Purity
in Food Products
Used by Bryn Mawr College
Discriminating Young Women
Are Always Delighted with Our
Misses' Wear Store
It is one of the finest Specialty Shops in the country,
catering to fastidious young women of refinement, and
securing first, and in its most artistic development,
every late idea in Fashions.
Special attention given to the needs of College Girls,
particularly as concerns unusual and distinctive attire
for sports.
Strawbridge & Clothier
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PHILADELPHIA
GEORGE ALLEN, INC.
1 2 1 4— CHESTNUT STREET— 1214
EXCLUSIVE MILLINERY FOR YOUNG
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Watch Bracelets
and Pendant Watches
Silver Services
Clocks
Stationery
Antiques
Fraternity Pins
Prize Cups, Trophies
and Medals
Correspondence Will Receive Prompt
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Articles Sent for Approval
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nor for so long a period, and that none
has given more universal satisfaction.
It can be purchased at any druggist's,
either in liquid or tablet form.
John S. Trower, Inc.
CATERER AND
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BELL AND KEYSTONE TELEPHONES
5706 MAIN STREET
GERMANTOWN, PHILADELPHIA
INSURANCE
H. R. Aiken
FIRE OR BURGLARY INSURANCE on
students' personal effects while at college
or elsewhere.
TOURISTS- FLOATING INSURANCE on
WHOLESALE BUTTER, EGGS,
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CHEESE, POULTRY
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ART PHOTOGRAPHER
Importers of
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383 FIFTH AVENUE
SILK SWEATERS
At 36th Street
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SUMMER MILLINERY
OPENING
Our Models are now ready for the
inspection of all who are interested in
dainty, distinctive, original creations.
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125 SOUTH SIXTEENTH STREET
PHILADELPHIA
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EVERY
COLLEGE
STUDENT'S
ROOM
will be the cosier and more home-like with
an equipment of electrical appliances. Our
stock offers a number of suggestions:
PORTABLES, GRILLS, TOASTERS,
CHAFING DISHES, BOUDOIR SETS,
IMMERSION HEATERS, VIBRATORS,
HEATING PADS, ETC.
Frank H. Stewart
Electrical Co.
37 and 39 NORTH 7TH STREET
Philadelphia ^^55
OLD MINT BUILDING
ANNOUNCEMENT
The Bryn Mawr Riding Academy
(Formerly Little Riding School)
Morris Avenue, Bryn Mawr, Pa.
THE Academy, under new management, has been thoroughly
renovated and is being conducted for the convenience of the
colleges and schools. We have twenty-five (25) of the finest
horses to pick from, including hunters, saddle, and driving, also polo
ponies. Every one of them gentle and safe. Best equipment. Com-
petent, courteous and prompt attention from high class help. Begin-
ners taught driving and riding in our inside ring (which is being
enlarged), also jumping and polo.
New roomy box stalls for boarders.
Pupils taught (English style) by instructors of both sexes.
Chaperon always on hand.
Inspection invited
H. GRAHAM CONOR, Proprietor
Telephone, B. M. 686
L. P. Hollander & Co.
GOWNS, SUITS AND COATS, SEPARATE WAISTS,
MISSES' AND CHILDREN'S FROCKS, MILLINERY,
GLOVES, NECKWEAR, TEA GOWNS AND LINGERIE
Hollander f^lodels. Importations from "Part's and
replicas of the same
FIFTH AVENUE AT 46TH STREET
NEW YORK
SKILLKRAFTERS
Incorporated
Stationers, Engravers and Jewelers
"Honor Quality"
DANCE PROGRAMS, INVITATIONS,
ENGRAVED STATIONERY, GREETING
CARDS, VISITING CARDS, CLASS PINS AND
RINGS, PRIZE CUPS, MEDALS AND
INSIGNIA
1723 Ranstead Street, Philadelphia, Pa.
Bell
Telephone: Lombard 383 7
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Keystone: Main 1191
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The Mail Shopping Bureau is at the disposal of
out-of-town patrons
Bryn Mawr I 70
M. DOYLE, Mgr.
THE FRENCH SHOP
809 LANCASTER AVE.
Bryn Mawr, Pa.
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