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Managing Editor . . . ISABEL FOSTER, '15

Ass’t Managing Editor . ADRIENNE KENYON, '15
pee ser . MARY G. BRANSON, '16
Ase’t Bus. Mgr. . KATHARINE BLODGETT, '17

EDITORS
CONSTANCE M. K. APPLEBEE
CONSTANCE DOWD,'16 EMILIE STRAUSS, ’16
FREDRIKA M. KELLOGG, '16
ELEANOR DULLES, '17 MARY SENIOR, '18



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— as second-class matter ; pion 26, 1914, at the
post at Bryn Mawr, Pa., under the
oMoe wot of Maroh 3, 1870

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“The News” feels rather bashful about
putting itself forward in its new guise.
The change is not made because we long
for new worlds to conquer; indeed, our
present world remains in a state of more
or less barbarism. It is a sense of duty
which compels us. Subscribers have
written time and again that they want
more reading matter for their money.
Contributors, on the other hand, have
complained that often their material is
left out, because there is no room. We
dare to increase the size of the sheet
in the face of the errors which so often
appear in it, because we believe that it
will be as easy to correct mistakes with
more material as with less. It is prac-
tice and efficient management which will
make “The News” the correct and digni-
fied publication which we long for it to
become.



The Editor has received a letter signed
by a “Friend.” They will be glad to pub-
lish it, if the writer will send them her
name in accordance with the rule previ-
ously announced.





The “News” is very sorry to hear that
serious confusion resulted from an am-
biguous notice in last week’s issue.
There are evidently two undergraduates
answering to the initials M. G. B. The
numerals 1916 should have been added
to the letters signing the “Morning
Watch.” We apologize to the other M.
G._B. for the annoyance the mistake
must have caused her.

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RECITAL AT THE LITTLE THEATRE,

PHILADELPHIA



By Miss Edith Wynne Matthison and Mr.
Charles Rann Kennedy

Friday, March 5th, 4 p. m.

1. Dramatic Interpretations from the
Bible. (A more extended selection
than previously.)

Charles Rann Kennedy

2. Maurice Maeterlinck’s “Sister Bea-
trice.”

By Wynne Matthison
Saturday, March 13th, 10.30 a. m.
1. Selections from Shakespeare’s Ham-

let, Romeo and Juliet.
Edith Wynne Matthison
Charles Rann Kennedy’s “The Neces-
sary Evil.”
Charles Rann Kennedy,
Edith Wynne Matthison

Wednesday, March 17th, 4 p. m.
Dramatic Interpretations from the

Bible.

Charles Rann Kennedy

Cc. R. Kennedy’s “The Servant in the

House.”

Charles Rann Kennedy,

Edith Wynne Matthison |

Saturday, March 27th, 10.30 a. m.
Professor Gilbert Murray’s translation
“The Electra” of Euripedes.
Charlies Rann Kennedy,
Edith Wynne Matthison
Wednesday, March Sist, at 4 p. m.
_€. R. Kennedy's “The Idol Breaker.”
Charles Rann Kennedy,
Edith Wynne Matthison
Admission 50 cents and $1.00

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lrives at an eight-o’clock class. At Bryn

CORRESPONDENCE. COLUMN

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Ve Baie eimrneed tata.

To the Editor of “The College News,”
Madam:

A college woman in an audience al-
ways takes off her hat. We have been
brought up to consider this as like to the
laws of the Medes and Persians. Yet at
Chapel the other Sunday night my view
of the preacher was entirely eclipsed by
the mortar board in front of me. Out-
side visitors in my neighborhood seemed
also inconvenienced by the rows of tall
caps before them. The wearing of cap
and gown to college affairs is no doubt
impressive. But would it not be possible
to remove the cap before the sermon?
The comfort of the audience at large
would not then be sacrificed to the dig-

fore five minutes after. If the door is

\not locked then, anyway the lecture has

commenced, or at least dozens of mas-
culine feet have to be walked over before
dozens of critical eyes to reach a seat.
How much less nerve racking a life this
is! It is rather difficult at first to avoid
the imputation of undue greediness for
the divine crumbs of that which is
power; but one learns not to jump at the
sound of the bell.
Thirdly, in the list of comforts, the
library made me gasp. Instead of loung-
ing comfortably in a leather upholstered
chair before a more or less cheerful fire,
at X one grows to be extremely
grateful for a mere vacant seat, hard
and uninviting, and in the evening
strains one’s eyes beneath ceiling lights.
Last, most immediately obvious fond





nity of the students.
An Undergraduate.



Dear Editor:

May we consider for a moment the |
poor harassed choir mistress, who is re-
sponsible for choosing hymns to suit
everyone in college and who has to con-|
sider also the result in equality and
volume which the singing of these hymns |
will produce? Many are the complaints
which reach her ears, of monotony and
conservatism; individuals quite naturally
wish to have their favorite hymns sung
on all occasions.’ Now these hymns, how-
ever beautiful, may be practically un-
known to the majority of chapel-going
students so that indiscriminate choice
might be disastrous but, on the other
hand, it seems unnecessary that we
should be bound to the hymns that we
have always sung. Every undergraduate
that has attended class song practices
can read music at least well enough to
know when the tune goes up and when
it goes down, and with the trained lead-
ership of the choir could, with a little
effort, determine how far up or down.
Might it not be left to the discretion of
the choir mistress to select from a num-
ber of individual choices given to her
certain hymns, new or old, which we
might safely sing? Perhaps then the
monotony would be relieved and the com-
plaints on that ground lessened, for we
would take some of the responsibility on
ourselves. A little seriousness and effort
would lead to new effort and consequent
improvement in the singing and perhaps
the choir mistress would have a more

peaceful time.
: L. D. and BE. L. D.



Dear Editor:

In spite of the traditional odiousness of
comparisons, they seem alluring pitfalls.
At home, during the holidays, I must
settle the whole question of co-education
versus segregation, and here is pro-
pounded the same dangerous conundrum:
What is the difference between my Alma
Mater and Bryn Mawr? No doubt the
facetious sandwich is hidden in the ques-
tion too. But someone has to bite.

In such case it is a great temptation
to indulge in wise, lengthy, and harmless

abstractions as befitting a graduate stu-
dent: but I judge that practical informa-

tion is desired, such as to enable Bryn
Mawrters to appreciate their blessings
and petition against their yet unrecog-
Briefly, then, a few vital
details. To begin at the beginning, in
the university town with which I am
most familiar, from two to six mornings
a week one swallows a cup of coffee,
seizes a piece of toast, and if lucky ar-

most uncomfortable, the woman who at-

| tends my university goes hatted and
| suited; at Bryn Mawr is seen the “col-

lege girl” as advertised. The distinction
is not wholly superficial. Where no
beneficent self-government association
guides erring footsteps, where no chap-
eron guarantees. respectability,
rules are absent and criticism rampant—
there conventionality reigns supreme.

frenziedly to arrive at lecture rooms be- |:

where |

You may do exactly as you please but)

upon you rests the burden of the proof
that you are not frivolous, nor yet a blue
stocking. You enjoy the freedom of
Robinson Crusoe, who obeyed no laws
but stirred from his straight path of pru-
dence at the risk of his scalp; not that
of the Philadelphia citizen who is quite
safe as long as he doesn’t break an
ordinance.



Perhaps in the light of recent agita-!

tions, this is the key to the conundrum.
At the University we were ruled by con-
vention, at Bryn Mawr we are governed
by rule. Question from the pessimist
which is the worst?

A Graduate Student.



Dear Editor:

I just received from Paris an admirable
letter which I would like to be in “The
College News,” if possible. This letter is
from Dr. Andoyer, a well-known mathe-
matician, professor at the University of
Paris. He has also been teaching at the
“Lycée Fenelon” for twenty years. This
letter was sent to the head of the
“Lycée” and she was asked to communi-
cate it to his pupils. __

I have been myself one of his pupils,
and it would be a great joy for me to see
this wonderful letter. in “The College
News.”

Very sincerely yours,
Yvonne Tertois.



Madame la Directrice:

Mons fils, lieutenant d’artillerie, a été
tué Lundi II Janvier par une balle al-
lemande qui lui a traversé la téte de part
en part, au bois de Couscavage; il était
a son poste d’observation.

Il repose a Bras, village au nord de
Verdun. Nous avons pu le voir une
derniére fois, et nous avons assisté 4 ses
obséques, au son du canon lointain.
Voici ses derniers désirs; je serai
heureux que ces jeunes filles qui ont des
coeurs de vraies Francaises, qui ont leurs
péres, leurs fréres aux armées les con-
naissent.

Dans une lettre pour un de ses cam-
arades, il dit:

“Qu’il prévienne directement mes par-
ents de ma mort, sans plus; ils sauront
bien que je suis tombé A mon poste, cela
suffit.

“Je désire en outre étre enterré oi je



jserai tombé,

a mon poste. Qu’on ne

| Mawr, thanks be, we leisurely choose our|m’enlave pas la tombe du soldat: une

cereal, decide the momentous question:

cakes. At the most we can but miss
Chapel. The latter is much more con-
ducive to a good digestion.

“But not only at this hour are the ill)
effects of haste disregarded in the home |
~At every:

undergraduate days.
certain per cent
rushing

of my
hour of the eight a

of down-trodden students are

croix de bois, un tumulus vite aplani ...
\“How will you have your egg?” and)
|ponder upon the nutritive value of hot

bient6t plus rien ...wun corps qui a

| sanctifié la terre et un souvenir qui plane,
|Tombes innombrables des champs de la}



|Lorraine, tombes d’inconnus, en est-il |
‘d'autres pour soulever plus haut la
priére?”

Je serai A mon poste, mardi prochain,

devoir; je n'y faillirai pas.
Andoyer

comme d'habitude, c'est mon bien faible |

. (Continued from Page 1)
coups de canon et qui tuent—et pour
faire quoi? Pour résister .sans avancer:
* * © -* Car tel est notre rdéle ici..
On attaque peu ici. Au moindre
con du moindre mouvement riven
saire fait devant lui A travers les
eaux des tranchées un feu de salve—sim-
plement pour empécher l’avance de l’autre.
Ou bien on signale une patrouille ennemie;
alors on tiraille. Puis tout rentre dans
le silence. Un peu toute la journée les
balles sifflent. C’est un joli son comme
un essaim d’abeilles. Alors, surtout
quand le fossé -A rempart de terre qi’on
appelle une tranchée est un peu bas, on
se courbe. Quelle sottise d’étre aussi
grand que,ton grand ben¢t de mari quand
il faut passer aux endroits dangereux!

Le point ol nous sommes est celui od
les Allemands se sont arrétés aprés leur
défaite de la Marne quand nos troupes
éreintées n’ont plus eu la force de les
poursuivre et qu’ils ont pu organiser leurs.
positions d’arrét et de défense. C’est te
dire que la terre ici est encore chaude
des grandes batailles de Septembre.
Dans les tranchées of nous étions il y a
quelques jours on voit de petits monti-
cules de terre avec un morceau de bois
et une vieille baionnette disposés en
croix. Ce sont des tombes. Nous voisin-
ions de trés prés avec ces pauvres morts
dans les trous qui nous servaient d’abri.
On ne leur en veut pas de prendre un peu
de place bien que la place soit rare et
précieuse aux tranchées; mais ils nous
génent tout de méme. Et quand ce sont
des morts allemands on ne se géne pas
pour le leur faire savoir. Il en est qui ne
sont pas enterrés du tout. Pourquoi? A
vingt métres de notre tranchée jai vu,
par un clair de lune, une douzaine de
cadavres allemands disposés en. tirail-
leurs, c’est & dire separés par des inter-
valles réguliers, é6tendus A six pas les uns
des autres. Les tétes étaient comme des
grenades ouvertes, rouges et noires.
Tous étaient décomposés mais ainsi

‘alignés ils gardaient une apparence dis-

ciplinée qui était Aa la fois ridicule et
sinistre. Sur l’un d’eux on a trouvé une
lettre signée Dinah, qui lui disait qu’elle
embrassait “deinen lieben krausen

Kopf.” Elle n’aurait pas embrassait pour
sQr ce qu'il en restait de cette chére téte
frisée, la moitié de grenade rouge et

noire avec un horrible aspect de fruit
entamé et desseché! Pourquoi est-ce que
je te raconte tout cela? C’est de bien
mauvais gout—je le sais. Mais tu as- un
esprit qui aime savoir. Or cela c’est la
guerre tandis que le gentil: canal avec le
vieux pécheur ol mes: hommes déchargent
du bois ce n’est que la paix.

19 Janvier.

De la tranchée. Assis dans ma petite
“guitoune” sur un tas de paille séche que
le fidéle Bayard (sans peur et sans re-
proche comme son historique homonyme)
est all6é chercher ce matin pour son
caporal. Ici aller a l’eau ou au bois ou a
la paille n’est pas ce qu’un vain peuple
pense mais c’est aussi dangereux qu’une
exploration africaine. Le trait que tu
peux remarquer 2 lignes plus haut re-
présente l’arrivée de Girousse qui m’a
bousculé. Cette autre fleur de mon
escouade est un Marseillais loquace et
exubérant dont la conversation mono-
loguée me géne beaucoup en ce moment.
Brave garcon, ce Girousse, mais si mala-
droit! Il renverse le seau qui a l'eau
sans oublier de chavirer du méme coup
la gamelle qui a le café. Tout le monde
hurle mais lui avec son impayable accent
du Sud a une habitude désarmante de
dire: Ca ne fait bien! comme si c’était
lui qu’on avait dérangé!

23 Janvier.

A compter du 1 Fey. fe suis nommé
Caporal Fourrier. C’est a dire sous-
officier. Mes galons se dorent!

The above letter was sent by Mme.
Cons to some of her friends at Bryn
Mawr. She wished she could write to
her students individually, for she has
pleasant memories of them, but found
she had not time. She reports that M.
Cons was safe up to the 29th of January.