SSS Se SSS SSS - - 4 Sw FE, aN 5 tay, We Fema ‘ ow 7 a Copyright Charlotte Fairchild, Inc., N. Y. City PRESIDENT M. CAREY THOMAS Honorary Member of the Class of 1922 Apulogia ro ita Sua An Anthology yy Board of Editors Evitor-in-Chiel SERENA Everetr Hanp Evitors Emity TREMAINE ANDERSON VINTON LIDDELL Ursuta Cuase BATCHELDER KaTHERINE Mary PEEK Grace Evans Ruoaps Business Board Manager ErHet Brake Brown Assistants CorneELiA Marcia Bairp MARGARET CROSBY Mary Douctass Hay Sndex Proposed Roads to Freedom . FRESHMAN YEAR Class Officers. Freshman Show The Suppressed Debutante ‘The Crew of the Awak The Round-up. . Daily Strength for eae Needs IgIg In Memoriam . Horse Play How the Blue Devil Beet ame he Bice Tiger Athletics SOPHOMORE YEAR Class Officers. . . . aes The Still Sad Music of ae anity. Yarrow Unvisited and Visited . The Belgian Refugee . 1920: * < — Well, an Outlide 6 of Bee, Team Topics. 192% | ; This Side of PDalton. Vera, the Medium Dangerous Days . 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Be akg SEM Mae Pe es ORT PACH et CS eames peta te ine ee ne eee Ie eI ess a geet aa EN ace ee OO) IDinectonys ame aye! ares ater ts, eet ea ht sree 0A Soe neem STATES Proposed Roads to Freedom T. was right when she called us a peace class; from the earliest beginnings Pp of our career a tendency toward universal peace could be discerned. Look- ing about us in a world where class struggled against class we were moved with an intense pity for suffering humanity, and pressed on toward a Utopia un- trammeled by class consciousness and cut-throat competition. Even rising at six to do calisthenics for our country could not break our spirit, but hope was nearly dead when, lo, on November eleventh there came a rift in the clouds. Peace in Europe! The allies at least were back of us. Was the world ready for our message? We looked at “Twenty-one” and doubted. Others might have used force, but we belonged to the philosophical radicals, and launched our Three Great Reform Bills with mature deliberation. Some say we were too proud to fight; whatever our reasons, our method was successful. {n spite of unequal odds we soon persuaded the community of the self-evident truth that all men are created equal and should have equal opportunity, Under the goad of our righteous example the boss system crumbled, and the Forty Points took their place in history. This achievement might have seemed a sufficient complement to our initial and most characteristic act, namely, the Abolition of Serfdom, but our zeal can not be said to have decreased with age. We were ready for action when our opportunity arrived, and had the community running smoothly on a gold and topaz standard, thereby doing away with the annual fluctuations, by the time the question of the four-day week came up for discussion under the terms of the social contract as opposed to the policy of laissez-faire. In this, as in previous controversies, we gained our point in principle and fact. Such has been our work of progress, and while we are aware that it has not always been appreciated, we cannot say that we are not satisfied with the economic consequences of the peace. Sreshman Year Class Officers President MarcGaret TYLER Vice-President and Treasurer Emity TREMAINE ANDERSON Secretary SERENA Everetr Hanp Sona Mistress—Margaret Alvin Krech (resigned), Constance La Boiteaux. UNDERGRADUATE AssocIATION—Advisory Board, Margaret Tyler. SELF-GOVERNMENT AssoctaTion—Advisory Board, Harriet Seymour Guthrie (re- signed), Katherine Lucretia Gardner. CHRISTIAN AssocIaTION—Assistant Treasurer, Katherine Stiles. Toe Bryn Mawr Revirw—Vinton Liddell, Barbara Murlless. Freshman Show and flunk over it! How we thrill and emote during the performance of it! How, the following days, we wear our corsages until they look like herbs and simples! How, all year, when called upon to sing, we wail out the curtain song in close—nay, compact, harmony; the vaguely indefinite curtain song, having nothing to do with the show—but with references to “the sea’’ and ‘‘the lea,” or aie. SHOW! What a night of nights! How we stay awake and cut “distant shore,” “true evermore” or even “night and delight,”” sure to make it a success and to cause departing seniors singing it three years later to expire with grief. Our Freshman Show was glorious... As far as details go, I remember it in the vaguest fashion; but I’m sure it-was glorious. Preparations, unofficial, began after Christmas vacation, when everyone who had seen a musical show brought back ‘‘ideas,” some of which were good and some of which, along with their promoters, had to be handled as carefully as infernal machines. There were intense meetings of the committee, accomplishing nothing; and there was a politely uncomfortable meeting of the same committee with-P.. T-; wherein that lady set forth the rules of Freshman Show (with all of which we were perfectly acquainted) and wherein the committee, each waiting for the other to speak, looked agonizingly pleasant, and wondered when it should try to go. We were to have no conversation in our show—absolutely no conversation. (It 1s clear P. T. never wrote a Freshman Show.) She had some balmy notion that a performance is simpler to put on if it is all danced and sung. (It is still clearer that P. T. never heard us dance nor watched us sing.) So we wrote a scene in rhythm—a chef d’ceuvre—and thought ourselves deliciously sinful. Rehearsals were pandemoniac gatherings in the gym. I believe we were allowed four official rehearsals for the production. These gatherings were composed chiefly of absences. Such as came, sat on the floor talking violently. There were continual misunderstandings as to hours and we learned to smile in the face of such interruptions as the model school bounding in to do model gym, or an obscure class 12 , in folk-dancing wishing to learn “ Peascod” or “ Pork and Beans” or whatever its impossible name may be. For the rest, rehearsals were conducted in the Pem East music room under the head of chance meetings. ‘There was, to be sure, a fifty cents’ fine if one chanced not to meet, and Valeska Wurlitzer fought, bled and died trying to teach wildly galloping choruses to one-two-three-kick along the practice room corridor, than which a more inconvenient spot 1s not to be found. There comes, at last, the great night. The previous evening, after extracting sophomores from behind banners, from down ropes, and from out radiators, we have a dress rehearsal so unspeakable as to promise a successful show. Betty’s scenery is charming but has refused to stay up, no one knows her cue, half the costun es have been in quarantine and the other half asphyxiating their wearers by infirmary fumes. Now comes the moment itself. There are rumors that ’21 is desperate; others, that they have guessed the animal; others, that they are waiting till the I go into the small room of the gym ” eleventh hour to effect a dastardly “coup. and start savagely applying make-up to a row of faces—make-up that remains in pink blotches and blue lines for days. What a joy it is to give certain anti- powder-and-pink-underwear enthusiasts an especially lurid countenance! After the operation, they blink at their apparition in the one small mirror and wonder if it’s wicked to admit they look well. Someone rushes in, all eyes, and gasps, “Barbara Murless is barricaded in her room by ’21! There 1s a pitched battle ” going on In Pem East.’’ Someone else hurries up the steps, dashes against the door, which, in her excitement, she forgets to open, and falls into all the make-up. Itis Margie. She is in evening dress and triumphantly indicates the jacket of Mur- less’ costume which she thinks she has hidden by wearing the sleeves as trousers. The battle is at its height. Word is issued to rescue the besieged. Most of ’22 as well as all of ’21 think she is the animal. A detachment whose faces already blaze with war-paint and whose costumes can bear hard use, march to the rescue. The battle ceases. The audience trails in. Some of us peek through the curtain and squeal with joy at sight of faculty in mandarin coats, 21 in evening array and juniors’ and seniors’ legs dangling expectantly from the race-track. Cecil, who has been under the delusion that we’re of such Irish tendencies as to keep our animal in our parlors. and has-spent the past four weeks walking into freshmen’s rooms, is there, all teeth. The audience grows impatient and we gather to sing the curtain song. It is a great hit, for most of us keep on the key and the persistent mutes have carefully been sent on distant errands. The lights go out and the show begins. For the rest, | remember a multitude of things too jumbled to relate. Peggy Kennard as the museum custodian has some slight difficulty with the nether part of her costume; Em is knocked down by the first “specimen,” a Bryn Mawr “‘ Char- lotte”’ on roller skates; Prue tries to restrain a wildly uncontrolled orchestra: and Conti plays the part of a Christian ass (this last is considered rather shocking, and, perhaps as a judgment on our sinful levity, the donkey head falls off during , the first act); ’21 confidently sings to a blue devil, which is quite as it should be. and looks very proud when Murless swaggers out in the blue devil uniform. Cecil is} is more teeth than ever. But Vinton, biding her time in the hall with a large knitting bag, quietly dons the contents thereof and crawls onto the stage as the blue tiger. Oh, triumph! Yes, gentle reader, there are blue tigers. Someone on the animal committee knew someone who had seen an article in some magazine in some dentist’s office about a blue tiger of India or Thibet. After the animal episode there comes the grand finale in the form of the League of Nations, in which Lib is especially noticeable as Britannia ruling the waves (of the sea, not of her own three hairs). We sing ‘Thou Gracious Inspiration,” our friends tell us how great we are, and we return happily tired to bed on good terms with the world. CorNELIA Oris SKINNER. The Suppressed Debutante Synopsis: Twenty-four hours before her début war was declared. The next morning she began to “brush up” matriculation Latin and a few other articles in her mental wardrobe. S she sat in the “lib” she tried to shut her past from memory. Her eyes A were on her book but her mind wandered disconsolately over the ceiling, twined about the chandelier, and hopped nimbly over the golden globes. Suddenly the tragedy of her past threatened to overwhelm her. With a tremendous effort she thrust it into her subconscious, where it lay seething and bubbling while she soothed her outer consciousness. That evening the tympanic melodies floating into her room from the Victrola stirred within her a deep and disagreeable memory. ‘Thanks to the faithful censor, she knew nothing of it. She merely said, “I hate Victrolas; | hate anything made of wood,” and began to shout the multiplication table. That same evening she gave her evening dresses to “junk”? and hurled her cigarette case down the register. Her outer consciousness was all serene. After writing a letter in Greek to her family and composing a few sonnets, she went to bed refreshed and exalted. She had cast memories from her and delved deeply into wisdom. But shades of Freud!—no sooner had her eyelids closed than the seething cauldron of her subconscious bubbled over. The debutante, no longer suppressed, took possession of her. Rising hastily, she seized a bit of tulle and some earrings and pinned an ivy plant jauntily over one shoulder, and fled into the hall. Her friends found her jazzing madly— a wraith-like figure in the moonlight. Spellbound they watched her—all save one, who hastened to summon a psychoanalyst. A few moments of whispered consulta- tion sufficed to give him the details of the case. ‘‘There is a gap between the personalities of the suppressed débutante and the student,” he said simply. “Only one cure will be effective—she must Bridge the gap.” And he handed her a pack of cards. ANNE GABEL. 14 The Crew of the Awak (a4 Hi ”S off again!” cried Captain Rabbit as he pulled the sleeping cabin boy, a little tike named Anderson, from under the table. ‘Such conduet for a mess-room!” A. Marickus Rabbit, captain of the good ship Awak, was a sea-dog of the old school, much given to reminiscences of prom-days. He was very punctilious as to points of etiquette, and I may say without exaggeration that he had never been seen wearing shoes with straps, either on or off the ship. Of a far different type was young Anderson, who was bunking with the captain in the hold. He was a great trial to the captain on account of his untidy habits, and I have often descended to the hold, only to find the captain sorrowfully picking up after Anderson. Cap- tain Rabbit had come across this strange youth, swimming around the South Sea Islands and had thought the lad showed perseverance. Our first-class cabin passengers were one K. Haworth, of Spiritualistic bent; Punk Stewart, bohemian artist and vagabond; Sir Val. Wurlitzer, dilettante, dance demon and a devil when roused; and his boon companion, Landesman, a jolly curly-headed chap. Chaplain Bliss was the sky-pilot of this excellent craft. The reverend man spent most of his time in his cabin, preparing his sermons from the articles of the Weekly Bulletin. One evening the crew was assembling for mess.* First to arrive was Chief Engineer Fisher, a swarthy seaman of ruddy complexion, who, all appearances to the contrary, had had quite a past. Close on his heels came the ship’s purser, known to his familiars as ““Bun.”” “Fisher,” said the purser, ‘will you codperate with me in organizing a little committee for the promotion of Badminton on board ship?” Fisher stared past him with a wild hight in his eye. ‘Can you tell me,” he cried, who the first electrican was?” “Why, certainly,” replied the chaplain, who had entered during the conversa- tion, ‘Noah, because he made the arc hight on Mount Ararat.” Fisher sighed and turned his attention once more to his food. “‘Let’s sing a rousing sea-song,”’ of oaths. “T have just thought it would be nice to sing a. rousing sea-song,”’ said First Mate Liddell with an air of originality. As we thundered out the chorus of the old Viking hymn, “Swept along on the whirlwind,” I happened to notice Fisher, who under pretext of estheticism had not joined in the singing, but was quietly and methodically stowing away oyster stew. “What should a minister preach about?” inquired the chaplain. ‘‘ About ten minutes,” replied Gunner Tyler, giving vent to an obscene oath. Suddenly a shudder shook the sturdy little craft from the bowsprit to the rudder. A gym meet, a swimming meet, and a track meet had all met on the self- same day, hour, minute, and spot. It was too much. The Awak was floored. * Cf. Webster’s Dictionary: ‘A portion of liquid or pulpy food.” 15 cried Gunner Tyler, who shot into view, ripping out a volley “We are wrecked!’’ screamed Midshipmite Gabell, hurling his little body through the hatchway. “What?” cried the crew. “We are wrecked!” gurgled the captain, draining the Yale bowl to the dregs. “What?” cried the crew. “We are wrecked!” cried Liddell. Their honest faces brightened. “We are wrecked!” cried the crew. Light had dawned! * * * * * * * * * * When the ensuing hubbub had quieted down, the crew found to their dismay that the first-class cabin passengers had been blown away. Everything had gone by the board. The sea was as calm as glass, and slightly astern Bosun Aldrich might be discerned rowing about in circles and crooning gently to himself, ‘‘Oh, Zion, haste, thy mission high fulfilling.” When we hailed him, he drew alongside and asked in a sheepish manner, “Do you think it would be all right for me to come on board?” We helped him up, and continued on our way. We had scarcely been under way five minutes when from the crow’s nest little Gabell piped forth in a voice of strangled joy, ““Goody, goody. Ship ahoy! A sail!’’ Removing the hairpin from the thermostat, we brought it up on deck and sighting along it soon made out a queer little craft making its way towards us. On the sail we deciphered the name “FIBI REN.” As soon as the boat was near enough, our gallant captain accosted him. “Who are you, and what is your business?” “*My name is Norcross and I rents pants,’’ came the answer. “Can you cook?” bellowed the captain, who was decidedly tired of our diet. Up to this time we had had no cook and had barely subsisted on raw tomatoes and the hash which had somehow managed to accumulate. As we later discovered, Norcross was a model of domesticity, and although we were destined to lose him in a few months, our regret was tempered by having the captain carefully explain to us that he was happily engaged elsewhere. Once more in an undernourished condition we found life unendurable and put into Honolulu, where we obtained a first-rate Cook, whose only vice was a passion for playing cards, which he indulged whenever the chaplain was not sitting on the deck.* 4 * * * * * * * * * Days passed, weeks passed, months passed. The Awak sailed on. When last seen it was a mere speck on the horizon. It is expected in port June 8th, when the Navy Department has decided to scrap it with the rest of the vessels of its class. From Rapwnor. * Joke. 16 The Round-Ap; or, Glhere is My Wandering Boy To- Night? ’ ’ S the bedlam subsided someone ventured, “I move the question.’ A “But [ don’t think we have a quorum.’ “Well, where’s Rock?” muttered an unclaimed voice from the corner. “T just saw Dot Wells and her sophomore shadow tottering for the 1.38. June Warder was puffing behind, clutching the remains of a corsage and yelling peremptorily, ‘Dot, why don’t you wait for me?’”’ “Well, | met Garry on my way to class meeting, and, apparently unaware that it was December, she told me blushingly that a suitor was coming out and that they were going to pick violets.” “T bet I know where Olive is.” “You're right. She’s in the lib getting ready for finals, and’’—bitterly— “she had to get there early or she wouldn’t get all the books.” “Wonder where Mecky 1s?” “When I was over in Rock posting a notice I heard shrieks and went down to see what the rumpus was about. Batch, as dummy, was energetically entertaining herself with her entire repertoire of songs, and just as I came in I saw Mecky give her a disgusted glance, fling her cards across the room and stalk out. “T tried to persuade Gulie to come to class meeting, but she heard the telephone ring and tore off, much excited. E. must have been feeling the effects of mental exhaustion, for she kept on vaguely dealing cards. “T tried to stop Sylva as she was dashing out campus door—she said she couldn’t wait because she was late for lab with ‘Crenny.’ I told her to cut for once, but she just looked at me reproachfully and sidled past.” “Tuck’s gone home.” “What's the matter? Did she sprain her ankle?”’ “That’s not the half of it,” groaned a voice from the corner. “She sprained my back. I was with her when it happened.” “Well,” said Marge in a resigned tone, ‘I guess the meeting will have to pro- ceed as usual without them.” From RockFELLER. In winter I stay up all night And study by electric light. In summer quite the other way, IT stay in bed almost all day. And does it not seem hard to you When there’s so many things to do, And I should like so much to play, To cram all night and sleep all day? Beis AG 17 Daily Strength For Daily Needs Ale class of 1922 was founded by M. Millicent Carey, and it has been only through her constant care in meeting deficits in our endowment that the organization has survived. If there was ever a class that needed daily strength, it was the embryonic dark blue class who started their college career “revelling in humility’! In our first class meeting, Milly told us that the most terrible thing that could happen to us would be to have the odds vote us fresh. She told us that 1920 had been thus stigmatized, and we were led to believe that they had practically never recovered from the effects. With this hideous example of the sins of our fathers ever before us, we quelled our instantaneous instinct to lick the Red and virtually licked their boots in our tremendous reaction. No Freshman class has ever made fewer breaks than we. Before every function Margie would get a list from Milly of the breaks that were possible, and during each ceremony warnings would be hissed through the crowd as to what we were not to do. We never did anything wrong. The trouble was—we never did any- thing at all! Milly had said that the whole college would be watching us for the first few weeks, and if there was one thing we feared more than being voted fresh, it was the unwelcome attention of this strange and incomprehensible body. If they were watching for breaks, they watched in vain. Milly’s lists were irreproachable Milly was not only our social guide but she was also our athletic inspiration. She instructed us in the holiness of hockey and in our eagerness to excell in order to justify our existence, we held many tense meetings. At these we were told that 18 “Milly said” that we had just as good a team as they, or “ Milly said” that we must never once stop fighting. When Milly said, 1922 did, so although our fighting was perhaps a little primitive, we managed to beat 1921 in our Freshman year, a feat never thereafter repeated in any field of sport. Sophomore year we were still reliant on Milly’s pre-contest harangues and it was always with her words burning in our ears that we staggered forth to do battle. “1922 if you don’t win to-day every one of you has a yellow streak down the middle of your back.” If it had not been for these exhortations from The Om- niscient, we might never have had the experience of winning our way into every finals, only to find when we got there that our ‘Red Complex” was too strong for even Milly’s indomitable motive power. It was Milly who told us that we must sing better than any other class, and who smiled at us when we continued to sing worse. We went to meetings even unto the third degree because Milly always went, and inspired by her example we formed the major part of every assembly—literary, political, or academic. With no disrespect, but merely to indicate the intensity of the passion with which we so inadequately repaid our tutelary divinity, we recall a night of Cherry Blossom era when ’22 has been singing under ’20’s windows. ’20’s answering song becomes faint—almost inaudible; Reenie: “‘What’s the matter?’ Liz: “Shut up, you fool, can’t you hear? Milly’s voice is breaking with sobs.’ Grace Ruoaps. | Emity ANDERSON. , , I wish I had a little team— A lower one, of course— ‘Cause it would look so strange on bars, So funny on a horse. I wouldn’t ever let it sleep. I wouldn’t let it eat. I'd work that team for a little class point And make it win the meet. 19 1914 How can you decide whether the Senior Class with which you entered college was the best? You have no standards of comparison. The practical Freshman determines the real work of a Senior Class by asking these simple questions: 1. How do they compare with the Freshmen? 2. Have they a Tip? 3. Has their banner a permanent wave? Your answers to these questions will show whether or not you knew 1919. All of the fundamental qualities that Seniors should have were developed in so high a degree in this class that its superiorities were an open book.* * We did not know the class of 1919 very well, so we took the liberty of borrowing an Ivory Soap advertisement to check them up. 20 In Memoriam N our painful progress through this vale of tears, only gradually have we learned I the supreme value of peace and a restful atmosphere. Before the Odds and Evens smoked (entirely metaphorically, be it understood) the pipe of peace, and buried (without undue disturbance of the precious sod) their hatchets, side by side, time was, when, after a due season of chastening, calculated to arouse in them some partial sense of their own unworthiness, the Freshmen avenged the aforesaid chastening in one fell swoop. ‘This organized revenge was Freshman Night. The bitter March wind, the gusts of freezing sleet, in no way dampened our ardor; we lusted for just revenge. On ’Twenty-two had descended the dire com- mand to wear academic gowns to all classes. Our attitude in regard to tubs was marked by an enforced servility. Our beloved canes had been wrenched from our hands, our red tams from our heads. Moreover, the sincerity of our humility had been probed by divers mental tests. But our Day of Reckoning was at hand. First came the carousing in Pembroke, the greedily devoured army-meat and war greens, attended by raucous bursts of laughter and bellowed songs. A pro- scripted tam was flung rakishly upon an antler horn—mute testimony to our abandoned spirit. The gifted Weenie Stewart writhed through the intricacies of an orgiastic hula-hula especially for our delight. In unrestrained ecstacy we crowned her with lettuce leaves. Enflaming speeches were in order, and original poems of inspiring quality. With wild huzzas the banquet adjourned to the campus to pillage and to wreck. Our trail was marked by a series of superb dummies; Holly and Tom in close embrace, Foote in her rotundity, the sinuous Cecil, Goggin the glorious. Clothes- lines of green skirts and red tams flapped skittishly between lamp-posts. Withering and contemptuous sentiments were chalked on every walk. Carelessly lolling on Senior Steps, amidst a plentiful drive of hail, we sang unseemly parodies, and abandoned this pursuit only to brighten up the atmosphere of our several halls. Such was Freshman Night. Like other unbecoming institutions, it has been suppressed. In an atmosphere of equality and peace revenge is out of place. Freshman Night is dead.* Requiescat! Dorotuy WELLS. * Need we say this was written before May 13th. Horse Play HAD always wanted to learn how to ride, and when I came to college and heard I that there were horses in the gym, my ambition knew no bounds (leaps and bounds, I mean). Of course I was disappointed when I discovered that the horses were practically inanimate. I say practically with intention, for my expe- rience with a gym horse was such as to convince me that there was still some life in the old girl yet. A gym horse is like no other horse on earth; wild horses, circus horses, clothes horses, Charlie horses, up to this time had held no terrors for me, but the first time I looked a gym horse in the mouth, I knew that Fate had it in for me. I was told to mount. I looked about for the stirrups, but as there were none, | concluded it was something in the nature of bareback riding and grip- ping the pommel firmly between the thumb and forefinger, | managed to crawl into a sitting position on the horse with sufficient alacrity to escape the notice of Miss Applebee, who was conducting the performance. During the ensuing hours, [ learned that the rider (or rather the would-be gymnast) was supposed to rise and fall more or less rhythmically on different parts of the horse at different times (a vestigial remnant, I suppose of the old-fashioned posting). Well, the rise and fall of the Roman Empire had nothing on me, especially in regard to the fall. I bit the dust of the arena with pain and, as I did so I could have sworn that the horse kicked me. I could not stand that—not for a minute. I reached out and grabbed it by the leg. O Tempora, O Mores! O Death, where is thy sting? It was Miss Applebee’s leg! Of course there was nothing for me to say, and if there had been, there would have been no time in which to say it. The ensuing moments had evidently been requisitioned by Miss Applebee, and I withdrew, rubbing my knees and vowing never to enter the gymnasium again. Vain delusion! As I had proved such a social failure at the horse, I was sent to the bar to make a name for myself. At the bar I assumed all kinds of undignified positions. Like a kindergarten, we spent our time making baskets and cutting. However, I learned a great many things I never knew before, and under the stress of great emotion have written the following in appreciation of my good intentions: Gym meet, and ne’er a star, And one clear call for me. Oh, may there be no moaning of the bar When I roll up on thee! I know my knees are bent, a sad disgrace! My swing takes me too far. I dare not look my captain in the face When I have crossed the bar. Emity ANDERSON i) to How the Blue Devil Became the Blue Tiger Hiv and attend and listen, for this befell and behappened and became and was, Oh, my best Beloved, when the Class Animals were wild. The Green Sea Horse was wild and the Blue Fox was wild and all the animals in the Time Before were wild and fought with one another in a dreadfully wild way. But wildest of all wild animals was the Scarlet Moth, who had a ’Satiable curiosity as well as a Horrid Temper. “UVhe Scarlet Moth had a ’Satiable curiosity to find out what the First Singing of the Blue Fox’s Child meant, and sent the Big Ceaseless One to find out. (For you must know, oh, Best Beloved, that the Big Ceaseless One didn’t find out, but somebody did, and so the Scarlet Moth sang a song just like the First Singing of the Blue Fox’s Child—only the words weren’t the same.) Now the Blue Fox’s Child’s Beautiful Blue eyes were opened and it saw what a Wild World it was in and how Wildest Wild the Scarlet Moth was, and it was careful in all the Time-That-Came-After. Later on in Time, the Blue Fox’s Child gave a party to the Scarlet Moth, and the party was a nice party, with Songs about the Dream Palaces and about pretty Bubbles and about the Valley-that-is-beyond-the-Moon and about lots of other beautiful things. Oh, Best Beloved, it was a lovely party! But the Wild ’Satiable curiosity of the Scarlet Moth couldn’t wait to see what Wild Animal the Blue Fox’s Child would bring to the party; and so it called the Ceaseless One to it again and said, “‘Oh, Ceaseless One, go down to the little Green Hollow that is over the Hill and lie down and make believe you are a rock and perhaps the Blue Fox’s child will sing a song about the Wild, Wild Animal that is coming to the party to-night.”’ But you see, oh, Best Beloved, that the Blue Fox’s Child’s Beautiful Blue Eyes were open wide. It only kicked the CeaselessOne when it made believe it was a rock and told it to go home to its Mother. * * * * * * * * * * The night of the party came soon and all the wild animals were waiting for it to begin. The Blue Fox’s Child was painting its face so that it would look most beautiful of All, and Surprise the Scarlet Moth and the Blue Fox and the Green Sea Horse. A Messenger came running in a great hurry with hardly any breath left and said to the Blue Fox’s Child, “Go up to the Big-Hall-that-is-called-Pem- broke and save the life of your Wild Animal from the ’Satiable curiosity of the Scarlet Moth—and most 'specially save your Wild Animal from the Horrid Temper of the Scarlet Moth.”’ So the Little Blue Fox’s Child ran as fast as its little short legs would take it to the Big-Hall-that-is-called-Pembroke and the Blue Fox’s Child’s Beautiful Blue Eyes opened wider at the dreadfully wild fight it saw. And it knew even better than before that it must be wild too. It knew, oh, Best Beloved, that if it wasn’t wild, it would go where all the little Dead Bunnies go. So it started to fight and show its little white teeth and tried its very best to keep the Scarlet Moth out of the Cave where the Blue Devil was hiding. (For you must know, oh, Best Beloved, that that was the name of the animal that the Blue Fox’s Child was going to bring to the Party.) i) Oe The Scarlet Moth tripped the Blue Fox’s Child with its foot and hit its head against the wall, and said, “You shall not use force! You shall not use force!” (Now Force, Dearly Beloved, is a Horrid word and does not mean the porridge you eat for Breakfast, but it means Anything-that-Is-Rough-and-Hurts.) And the Scarlet Moth was Rough and Hurt the head of the Blue Fox’s Child. And when the Blue Fox’s Child tried to take its Animal to the Place where the Party was, the Scarlet Moth held.it by its knees, and the Blue Fox’s Child had to walk, dragging the Scarlet Moth with it. Soon the Blue Fox came to save its Child and everyone used Very Naughty Angry Words. ‘Then it was time for the Party to begin. And this is the funniest part of my story, oh, Best Beloved, so hear and attend and listen, because in the Time-that-is-now, there are no jokes like the one that behappened and befell at this Party. The Scarlet Moth thought all along that it knew that the Blue Fox’s Child was going to bring the Blue Devil to the party, so it made up a Song to the Blue Devil, to make the Blue Fox’s Child angry and to show the Blue Fox’s Child that the Scarlet Moth’s ’Satiable curiosity was still among the Animals. And the Poor little Blue Fox’s Child began to cry, and big tears rolled all the way down to its little feet because it did so want to surprise the Green Sea Horse and the Blue Fox, and most of all it wanted to surprise the Scarlet Moth, and it thought that all its fun was going to be spoiled. But when the animal came in—what do you suppose, oh, Best Beloved? It It wasn’t a Blue Devil at all, but it had four lovely legs and was Big and Blue and it Roared out Loud and Scared the Scarlet Moth so that it Ran away and hid because it was so ashamed of its ’Satiable Curiosity and its Horrid Temper. You see, when the Blue Devil saw how sorry the Blue Fox’s Child was when its surprise was all spoiled, he changed into a Beautiful Big Blue Tiger with a Beautiful Big Blue Roar that scared the Scarlet Moth Dreadfully. And so the Blue Fox’s Child was happy in all the Time-that-Came-After because it had fooled the ’Satiable curiosity of the Scarlet Moth. Auice NICOLL. Class #Minutes Motion—To spend ten dollars for flowers for Cornelia Skinner for Freshman Show. Discussion (A. Lee)—I think Cornelia Skinner is worth more than ten dollars. (Lib) I guess twenty-five would just about do it. Ailes “@N MOS Athletics, 1918-1919 All-Round Championship Won by 1919 TENNIS Won by 1920 Captain—K. GARDNER Manager—F. Ropsins Singles Team K. GARDNER F. Rospsrins M. TyLer Doubles Team K. GarDNER M. Tyter D. Dessau J. PaLacHEe P. SmirH A. FouNTAIN On Varsity—K. Garpner, F. Rossins HOCKEY Won by 1919 Captain—E. DoNnoHUE Manager—H. GuTHRIE Team A. NIcouy E. ANDERSON R. NEEL M. TyLer H. GuTurie E. DonouuE F. RospBins M. Krecu G. Ruoaps A. ORBISON P. Smiru On Varsity—M. VyLer Substitutes—H. GuTHRIE A. NIcouy G. Ruoaps 26 WATER POLO Won by 1919 Captain—R. Neer Manager--F. Buiss Team F. Briss A. NIcouy M. Krecu O. Howarp F. Ropeins R. NEEL E. ANDERSON On Varsity—E. ANDERSON SWIMMING MEET Won by 1921 Captain—E. ANDERSON Manager—F. Briss Team E. ANDERSON A. Dunn O. Howarp F. Buss E. Hospy A. NICOLL D. Cooke N. Jay F. Rogpsins E. DonoHuE College Records Broken 68-foot swim on back—E. ANDERSON 130-foot swim on back—E. ANDERSON Second Place in Individual—Won by E. ANDERSON TRACK MEET Won by 1922 Captain—R. NEEL Manager—k. StTILes Team E. ANDERSON B. Murtess F. Ropsins B. CLarKE R. NEEL H. STEVENS H. GuTurie A. NIcouy K. 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