A Peep at Brun Mawr in 2002

I don’t believe we shall ever forget the year 2002 A. D., do you? To enlighten the
unfortunates who think I am absolutely mad and who lived too late to be let into the
inner workings of our illustrious class, I will explain that the year 2002 was a leap into the
future taken simultaneously by 1904 and 1906, Ves, we were rather athletic to have done
it, we admit, but we have since proved such a feat wasn’t a mere accident by our prowess
in the recent track meet, when ’Ster White (gymnasium Star, I believe) made the great
record of 2 feet, 1 inch, in the running broad jump.

Well, we made the leap with howling success, we thought. Woman, in the most
tangible shape of Jessie Hewitt as Rutherford Rockefeller, walked lord of creation in all
things intellectual and otherwise; through her well-meant mediation, the lofty amazons
composing the undergraduate body of Bryn Mawr College, consented to allow puny man
a humble place in the institution. Clarence Clare (Ruth Archbald), supposedly a descend-
ant of a former Bryn Mawr professor, braved the sanctum of the Eternal Feminine and
was initiated by the all-sustaining Rutherford into subtleties almost. too deep for man.
Through her efforts, he was spared the annoyance of having his body blown into years
much further removed from 2002 through his clumsily managed attempts to do.a chemical
experiment. And having survived this ordeal, he was permitted to witness the Sophomore
Play. (This was a really very pretty little series of tableaux arranged from Aucassin and
Nicolette, in which Lucia Ford took the part of Nicolette—enough said). But’ no strong-
minded woman with a worthy purpose in life will consent to stand by and let one of their
number fall from noble estate, and so the students felt when they saw Rutherford so
assiduous towards Clarence. Something had to be done, and Maxine Wragley herself
kindly volunteered to rise from the dead and point out to Rutherford the inevitable con-
Sequences of such weak-mindedness. She appeared before the erring pair with a blood-
curdling moan, which was sufficient to send poor timid Clarence Clare yowling from
Bryn Mawr, and Rutherford was persuaded to pose for delighted 1904 (there were no
men present) with one foot on the future, the other pointing toward the stars.

GRACE B. WapDE.

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