Page Two THE COLLEGE NEWS a THE COLLEGE NEWS (Founded in 1914) Published weekly during the College Year (excepting during ‘Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter Holidays, and during examination weeks) in the interest of Bryn Mawr College at the Maguire Building, Wayne, Pa., and Bryn Mawr College. eu silage (nN 2) ALL tPA J Chess oC ne The College News is fully protected by Sopyright. Nothing that appears in it may be reprinted either wholly or in part without written permission of the Editor-in-Chief. fh ‘Charter | ( Editor-in-Chief Copy Editor SALLIE JONES, '34 CiaRA FRANCES GRANT, °34 News Editor Sports Editor JANET MARSHALL, °33 SALLY Howeg, °35 Editors ELIZABETH HANNAN, '34 GERALDINE. RHOADS, °35 Nancy. Hart, *°34! CONSTANCE ROBINSON, °34 “Subscription Manager Business Manager ELEANOR YEAKEL, °33 MABEL MEEHAN, °33 Assistants CAROLINE BERG, *33 DoroTHY KALBACH, °34 SUBSCRIPTION, $2.50 MAILING PRICE, $3.00 SUBSCRIPTIONS: MAY BEGIN AT ANY TIME Entered as second-class matter at the Wayne, Pa., Post Office v The Light. That Fails There are always certain individuals in every community who. imagine themselves to be possessed of extraordinary genius, intelli- gence, or perception which elevates them above the common herd and enables them to watch the little children play with a tolerant smile. This is unfortunately true at Bryn Mawr-ewhere the long and honor- able tradition of learning is often misinterpreted by students as one of intellectual snobbishness. Bryn Mawr has built up a tradition of being almost impossible to achieve and extremely difficult to continue in and some of our citizens tend to add to this myth. of impossibility, and’ once inside the gates assume an air of intellectual superiority to us and to all mankind. Just what they consider themselves to be proving it is hard to imagine. They adopt an attitude of walking encyclopae- dias in the smoking-room, but only the more ebwvilized subjects are in- eluded within their holy pages. They spend their time discussing the optional reading in a course, frowning upon those of us who don’t suffer acutely from the intellectual altitude of the third floor of Tay- lor, and they regard any subject’ which receives wholesale acclaim, be it a book, play, movie or invention, as a publie fetish upon which to snort indignantly. Why students who come to Bryn Mawr feel that it is incumbent upon them to adopt this pose of intellectual. rarefica- tion is beyond us. We are all in college to get an education, but it will be worth very little to us indeed if we lose our humanity, socia- bility and world sympathy in the process. There is no creature more unpopular in any community than one. who knows more than anyone else does, and is his own chief witness to that effect. College is a close community, composed in the main of cheerful souls who are not above cutting intellectual corners at times, and who would rather talk to a professor about the movies and prohibition at hall teas than about the fourth dimension and the stratosphere. We all want to learn or we ~ would not be here, but most of us are inclined to assimilate what» we can in as friendly and as intelligent a manner as ‘possible.. The most brilliant people ever turned out by Bryn Mawr have been recruited largely from the class of students regarded by: our pseudo-intellects as unimaginative creatures who did their work without shouting from the housetops, spoke not whereof they did not know, talked normally to professors out of class, and did not consider it putting one foot in the gutter when they admitted a liking for those things acclaimed by the unenlightened public. They left college with something more than a diploma and they left behind them a stronger tradition for. true - learning and its attendant humanity. The students: however, who ~Struggle under a misconception of what the ivied walls of the college stand for, go forth into the world, with comparatively empty heads, and even more vacant hearts. They are all bluff—all sham—and the world is quick to recognize and despise the intellectual snob whose nose is elevated too high to catch the temper of the times. Nor do our superior beings fool anyone in ‘college with all their blowing of the trumpets of the mind. We are all deeply attached to our smoking- room philosophers and philosophies, and we can understand and ab- sorb their gentle teaching. But no one loves, and tio~one would be caught dead absorbing the theory of a celestial fund of learning from which the favored ones are equipped with a gamma ray in the intellect that enables them to see through human superstitions.._Let these crea- tures go off and dance their dances in the cloisters, and leave us our stupid but pleasant life of appreciation of what goes om around us, untroubled by any knowledge of human fallacies of taste, learning and criticism. We are all human beings, and most of us, ineluding our superior brand minds, love the simple things in this world, afid epen our mouths in pain or praise at the same things. that attract or “repell the outside world. Why don’t “we all admit it? Why must .some of- us go along maintaining a pose that cannot be very comfort-. able, and certainly isn’t very effective? Nothing is more appealing than a_little whole-hearted enthusiasm, and a display of it has never ‘ yet stamped anyone as an idiot. We are not advocating a college of Girl Scouts, all cheering every green thing to the sky, we merely sug- gest that some of our cloistered friends stop bluffing, and applaud when they feel like it, instead of holding themselves within the glassy realm of reason from dawn till dark. The Seniors at Wellesley College “Green things must grow.” - apy member of their class. | —(N. SFA) | (N. 8. F. A) - |The worthy mascot of the green ‘We do not study in the stacks at all; Freshmen at Lynchburg College, have elected Will Rogers as honor-/| Virginia, have chosen as their motto, wit’s END| TO THE OFFERER OF UNSOLIC- ITED ADVICE, ETC. Before you venture to advise The Freshmen or to criticize We suggest that you might glean, (Without creating much commotion) A somewhat more inclusive notion Of what’s within the bounds of knowledge Taught at this respected college. Peruse perhaps Old English Lit (For Sophomores). You -will find in it The ,Phoenix, Copaecnit’s tion, Which gives an adequate description. (2?) produce- “This phoenix. beast” we blush to see From candidate for an A.B., Really have you never heard That the creature is a bird? Morcover, why restrict the choice To facts or science. Let thé voice Of fancy speak, or rampant rev’ry. Dalton comprehends not ev’ry Creature, living or extinct. And those which roam the far pre- ~ cinek Of Art Sem, Pembroke gate, Rock. stair Are valid even though they wear A fabulous significance. You can’t deny that they enhance The glamour of the place, so why May one not bounds of fag deny? Must the Phoenix be rejected Since jin lab he’s not dissected. ¢ —Griffin. ERRATUM (Profuse et ceteras to Minor Bi) Blood is red, Blood is blue, Blood is black— All quite true. Vertebrates’ red, Vergil’s black, Royalty’s blue To the* poet hack. But the dogfish Has it red, Contrary (sad!) To what I said. —Campusnoop. CONSOLATION O ye who groan o’er science course required, Who, eloquent and bitter, desired Immediate destruction of the Dean Or any so degenerate and mean To force a free-born girl who simply hates To test unknowns, break rocks, or measure weights, ™ “ To sit in Daltons’ grim, ill-lighted ~ labs And curse the while she impotently jabs At some poor dogfish stretched out stark and dead, And brings to light what it’s been lately fed; =~ Oh, ye who marvel at the lunatic Who, out of all the courses she may pick, Elects to major in a science and Dedicate her heart and Kead and hand And all her afternoons to such a fate— Oh, listen, ere you pity her sad state: We gpend our‘ days in Dalton, that is true— sit and work, of course,—but so do you. have no thirty-page reports to write— , We never find ourselves in such a plight; need not read and read, and then compile A bibliography in length a mile; We have no “passim reading,” thank the Lord, Or any reading list that leaves us floored; : We never-stare at pictures on‘a wall; oft We We We We don’t attend a Goodhart speech : perforce; We never track a fragment to its, source. 5 The portrait of a fat-faced, ugly boy Need not fill us with sheer esthetic | IP % ; We spare ourselves transports of | 2 ecstacies O’er some dull-looking babe upon, the knees 4 Alligators, yaks, storks and gryphons, Of any unattractive primitive. O satisfying science, please forgive These slaves who boast their free- dom from thy chain, And do not see the freedom we attain. —Adamant, Eve. BIRD, BEAST, OR FISH? Heavenly bodies? Sounds like a star! Ah mé! How I, wonder what» you are So all night long I dreamt of zoos, Dinosaurs, dachsunds, protozoa in 00ze, Emus, ant-eaters, wallabies, And.eels, Newts, efts, poodles, bandicoots, and seals, Wapiti, boks, koodoos, and chamois, Tapirs and mongeese, lizards from Miami; Pekinese, snipes, cobras, and pythons, Of boa constrictors in embraces lewd, Of octopi and hippos and skunks to be eschewed. All day long I- searched for lairs, I prowled about and tore my hairs. Bird, beast, or fish? I counted ten And inhaled deeply; but to my ken Came nothing—either’ cooked for\ | food, Or destined or deserving to be Zooed! There’s nothing left but to throw my bestiary And myself in the nearest estuary! —A Spirit of ’35. HEAVENLY BODIES At last we know the title of The Freshman Show this year, And if we didn’t know it was The Freshman Show, I fear We’d think it an advertisement For something meant to gladden The heart of Earl Carroll, or Perhaps Bernarr Macfadden. —Adamant Eve. Heavenly Bodies sounds to us as though 1936 were going’ feminine on us—and only three years ago the class animal of 1933 was: homo sapiens! Sic transit gloria mundi. . Cheero, THE MAD HATTER. IN PHILADELPHIA. Theatres Forrest: . Of Thee I Sing, with William Gaxton, Lois Moran, and Victor (Throttlebottom) Moore. Our exemplary government takes a ‘ride —and what a ride! Garrick: The Queen’s Husband comes whipping into town advertised as an “international comedy hit.’ That is a little too comprehensive— as we hear it didn’t go over. amgng the virgins of Bali—but it’s funny. Chestnut Street: Roger Pryor and Katherine Wilson in A Trip to Press- burg mit beer and pretzels. Very widely heralded from European ‘shores — Pressburg is apparently a swell spot. \ Academy of Music ri. aft., March 38, at 2.30 'P. M., and Sat. eve., March 4, at 8.20 P. M., Leopold Stokowski will conduct and the piano soloist will be Abram Chasins. Program: Schumann.Symphony No. 4, D Minor OCnbeine 25. 63a Concerto for Piano and Orchestra Weener, - 2... 6dr. Das Rheingold Mon. eve., March 6, at 8.15 P M., Philharmonic Symphony Society of- New York, with Arturo. Toscanini conducting. Program: Beethoven .......~<; Symphony No. 3, E Flat Major (Eroica) Waeter oa Overture and Baccha- -» nale from Tannhauser Wagner....Prelude ‘and Love-Death’ from Tristram and Isolde Thurs. eve., March 9, at 8.20 P. M., Philadelphia Orchestra concert for youth. v Movies _ Earle: Loretta Young in a great movie of the feminine unemployed— ‘in more ways than one, Employees’ “Entrance. “Give me a job at any|. price.” And she almost paid and paid because -thé world is full of blackguards. Keith’s: A veritable hot-bed of (Continued on Page Three) Corpulent campus cops, almost a tradition at Yale,-have been told they must reduce their waistlines. The university's health department has issued an order requiring them to ‘| report in the gym for daily workouts. News of the New York Theatres We opened our mouth wide last | week and deftly. put our foot in it when we declared that Tallulah Bank- head’s new play, Forsaking All Others, had’ apparently perished in the garden State of Maryland. Not at all—it opens tonight amid. sur- roundings second in glamour and ce- lebrities only to the premiere of De- sign For Living. All of Miss Bank- head’s admirers and sympathizers are flocking to see the eye of Heaven wink—and it will disappoint. : American. Dream, the Theatre Guild’s trilogy of our American’ life conceived by George O’Neil, is not a success in spite of its first act Pil- grim’s Progress and its last act orgy apparently not ‘of champagne, lust, and manias with varied prefixes. The tale follows a family from 1650 to 1983 and the general impression \conveyed is that time has not been ind ‘to the man- ners'and morals of our race, It’s dis- couraging, but one cannot resist sug- gesting that Mr. O’Neill may live in. some bad neighborhood, and so got his brain addled. We assure him “that it can’t be as bad now.as_he paints it, or we wouldn’t have men like Roosevelt, Ed Wynn or Adolf Hitler. ; The great drama of reciprocity amid the tender passions, Design For Living, is to run until May 27, or thirteen weeks longer, to be expan- sive. There will be no road: tour, nor will there be a London produé- tion. The reasons for confining the comedy to the limits of Manhattan are obvious — imagine Philadelphia that won’t allow eighteen little men to play baseball on Sunday watching Leo and Otto play “Gilda, Gilda, who’s got Gilda,’ within the sacred confines. Eva Le Gallienne has transplanted her Civic Repertory group from Fourteenth Street to the New Am- sterdam and the venture has proved highly successful. At present Alice in Wonderland is the major drawing card, but plans are under way to pro- duce Chekov’s melancholy and moan- ing requiem of a passing generation, The Cherry Orchard, with Alla Nazi- mova portraying Mme. Renavsky. Miss Le Galliene will take the part of Varya, Paul Leyssar that of Gaev, and Josephine Hutchinson that of Arya. The present plan is to open this new effort in May, and alternate it with the ever-prosperous Alice. Victor McLaglen, the little man from Hollywood, is contemplating a return to Broadway in a new play, entitled American Plan. The play concerns _a-speakeasy and a®yery su- perior bouncer, who can put art into ‘the most stereotyped job—just Mr. McLaglen’s type. A great many of the film’s celebrities are returning to the stage for the time being: Tal- lulah Bankhead, Charles Laughton and even Nancy Carroll, who is hold- ing forth up in New England in Pres- ton Sturges’ new play, Child of Man- hattan, Just what is going on over in Lon- don and in Switzerland where our theatrical play-boys are cavorting is a little vague. Peggy Wood, just back from London to appears here in Saturday Night, says Romney Brent. (Sapiens from The Warrior’s Hus- band) is in London writing a libretto entitled Nymph Errant, which Charles B. Cochran, the British king bee producer, will put on. Last week we asserted sturdily that Cole Porter and Ray Goetz were working on a play by that name high up in the snows, and we still believe it: We admit that last week we got a little confused on one or two points, but considering everything we have de- cided that anyone running a theatre column among the theatrigal wolves of Bryn -Mawr runs a ¢ertain physi- cal and mental risk, the strain of which can only be borne by one pos- sessed .of enormous, if unjustified, confidence in oneself. Following this line of defense we have survived shakily through almost a season, and we are hoping that our castles won’t crumble at least till the weather’s warmer. Therefore, in order to con- ciliate conflicting repofts we suggest that possibly Mr. Brent. in the fog, and Mf. Porter and Mr. Goetz in the snow, are co-operating on a sin- ‘gle masterpiece, of else that the won- ders. of modern science have failed ~ and they know not of each other. Any way you look at it, we’re right. ~