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Bryn Mawr College Yearbook. Class of 1906
Bryn Mawr College (author)
1906
serial
Annual
176 pages
reformatted digital
North and Central America--United States--Pennsylvania--Montgomery--Bryn Mawr
9PY 1906
Book of the class of 1906 : Bryn Mawr College.--
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BMC-Yearbooks-1906
Che Passing of 1904—A Tragedy
Scene: ‘‘Miss Thomas’ aristocratic temple of learning’’ (Evening Bulletin, April 3, 1906).
Act. I—Introducing the Personages of the Drama.
What is the strange procession?
It is a noisy procession,
It is a motley procession.
Toward the front of it there are persons clothed in odd and interesting garments,
some becoming, others not.
Why are so many clad in white with flowers and window curtains in their hair?
Oh, yes, they are brides.
It is a matrimonial agency.
There is one girl with a Hat.
There are others wearing basques of azure flannel with white collars.
That all these are the Heroines of the occasion may be seen from the admiration and
deference of the rest of the cavaleade, who are dressed in black cloaks and bonnets.
The procession moves on.
Down in a hollow they see a Fire.
They are cold, and hurry to warm themselves, the Nobility monopolizing the place,
and the Proletareat hovering with wistful eyes on the outskirts.
Various things happen.
They throw away books on the flames—what a sinful waste of money!
There are speeches,
Also songs.
Suddenly sixty-three girls with dark blue lamps rush up to sixty-three Heroines
and whisper something. The sixty-three Heroines shout ‘'1906-——song!’’
The sixty-three girls with dark blue lamps sing.
It is a very nice song, but they do not seem to know it very well
Let us draw the curtain.
Act II—The Plot Thickens.
Rain, rain, rain,
Cae eee On our cold gray walls, O sky!
Rea And we would that our souls could utter
He Their wrath at thy mournful eye.
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