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“As through a glass Darklp’’
I believe that we spent almost as much time as 1907 in preparing
for their Sophomore play. We had to write songs in their praise, and
in those days we wrote many; we had to vote upon them, and in those
days we voted by ballot; we had to learn to sing them, and in those
days we tried to master tunes and did memorise words. We rushed
to Pennocks’, hurried to the garret to root out best bib and tucker-——
we were very busy.
At last 1907 introduced us to college dramatics. Be it said that
all of us promptly fell in love with “The Good-Natured Man” and with
the rickety gym. stage, and that our affection for both has never
wavered. How could we help adoring Eunice Schenck’s doleful
countenance and dismal platitudes, Alice Gerstenberg’s wifely sarcasm
and insistent good-humour, Gertrude Hill’s excellent acting and stun-
ning appearance. The gay costumes, the picturesque garden, the rosy
bower, all delighted our childish souls.
We were further excited by our responsibilities. To sing so that
our glorious sentiments might be heard in spite of the gallery,( 1905!!!)
such was our Herculean task. We thought our Glee Club quintette
equal to the occasion (especially if urged on by Cal). Alas, we are
older and wiser now, so wise that we prefer a chorus of discord to a
few dulcet voices, raised in unison, so old that we speak of the “Good-
Natured Man” as one of the most pleasant happenings of the days
“when we were young.” i
: Atice SACHS.
SD entor Reception
1905-1908
In October of 1904, 1905 gave us our first college reception in
the Owl Hall of Rockefeller.
We arrived or were taken in all lengths of best evening frocks—
and some of us in gloves!—to a bower never equalled by the pallid
effects in the gym. Autumn foliage bid the yellow newness of Rock.
and tiny red bulbs everywhere twinkled a. jovial 1905 welcome.
Patiently we conversed with strange beings to whom our only link
was the pasteboard tags they wore, and joyously we ate basketfuls
of doughnuts and apples and drank much cider.
But all this paled before the “stunts” on the stair-landing where
Freddie Lefevre reigned as a Spanish dancer, while Peggy Ayer
hung devotedly over the bannisters. But the hits, the very palpable
hits, so far as the Freshmen were concerned, came when 1905 sat on
the steps and sang. Individually impressive, as a body in evening
dress they were invincible. Then began the bloodless slaughter that
left each of us prostrate before some haughty divinity. It was a great
night for Freshmen. We were elated not only by the glory of our
hostesses but by the sense of our own nascent cleverness. For when
we rose to sing our class song, no “‘Hail to thee, Alma Mater!” sounded
(in the words of “ a green freshman” alias E. M.) but our own bona
fide “In praise of thee, oh 1908” was shouted uncertainly, on many
keys, but still triumphantly. That was 1908’s moment. What
mattered our long practising of “Hail to thee,” or our hasty piratical
class meeting at six, back of Radnor? The triumph was ours, we had
outwitted the wits.
Like good sports, they forgave us; and it was well for it needed
united strength to withstand the dread revelations made in chapel
Monday morning. Grape stains defiled the bridal newness of Rock.!
No more class receptions to be held in the halls of residence was the
edict of the office. Thus passed the first and the last Senior reception
that was a thing of beauty.
MayoneE Lewis.
Lantern Might
We can never forget our Lantern Night. An unseasonable snow-
fall had begun in the morning and by evening it had ceased, leaving the
campus white and still. After the good old fashion we formed in a
half circle by Denbigh and waited silently. There was a beautiful
bright moon, which heightened the outline of the gray buildings against
the paler sky and cast firm black shadows on the white snow. Looking
away towards Pembroke we could see a cluster of yellow lights and
below them dim lines of trees and bushes almost hiding the great arch.
Then in the far distance we caught the first faint notes of ‘Pallas
Athena.” Gradually the sound grew clearer and fuller, now and then
there was a flash of light, and at length two dark figures emerged,
their blue lanterns swinging at their sides and casting brilliant reflec-
tions on the white below. Amid the soft, dying words of the chant the
procession, with its line of swaying figures, wound nearer and nearer,
till it had formed a second circle within that of 1908. Then with a
murmured word of good will each Sophomore handed over her lantern
to one of us; and we in our new caps and gowns, carrying our new
lanterns, swept slowly away, to cherish actually in our college life that
“spark of the flame divine’ which we had received symbolically
through this beautiful ceremony.
ANNE GARRETT WALTON.
Wanner presentation
November eighteenth was the date of our second experience with
“Gymnasium Dramatics,” the occasion being the presentation of our
banner by 1906.
The whole gymnasium that evening had become Japanese. The
parasols and lanterns, the bower where the characteristic decorations
were concentrated, the Japanese maidens (whom we could hardly
recognize as really Juniors), even the programs, in the form of little
fans—this scene, to which we ourselves gave the only Occidental note,
prepared us for the performance of ‘“The Japanese Nightingale.” 1906
had made a charming play from the well-known novel of that name.
The leading parts were taken by Phoebie Crosby, who was Jack
Biglow, and Lucia Lord, who was Yaki Sani. The other players
were Louise Cruice, Jessie Hewitt, Ethel Bullock, Louise Fleischman,
Grace Neilson, Grace Wade, and Frances Lyon.
After the play, and after refreshment, our eyes were once more
directed to the stage, where Lucia appeared, reclining on a gleaming
silver crescent. She gave us our banner—then of delicate fresh blue,
with pure white numerals. Then the Juniors sang to us the song
which is now a legacy to every even class: “Two years ago, we as
Freshmen.” With awed voices we replied, briefly, yet summing up
the event of the evening and expressing our aspirations for the future:
“Juniors, you have brought to us,
This our banner fair,
Which we now with reverent love,
Salute as it hangs there:
Our banner blue
We receive from you,
And toit and 1906 *
We will all be true.”
LouIsE MILLIGAN.
The political Mass Peeting
There is one memory of our Freshman days to which we will
look back with a reminiscent smile, in the years to come—perhaps
when we cast our own vote in our own drawing-room; that memory
is of the political mass-meeting. In those days, before the time of
Mrs. Cobden-Sanderson and the Equal Suffrage League, we had not
aspired to be suffragettes, and at that stage of our careers would have
shrunk from contemplating the interior of a prison. But we did have
brothers and fathers who were at least tolerably interested in the
elections, and most of us had begun “Pol. Econ.,” so we felt a thrilling
suggestiveness about the very words “political mass-meeting;’ and
the results justified our expectations.
Of course the upper classes had most to do with the management
of affairs, for our verdant newness forced even 1908 to be content as
“also-rans;” but we cheered the transparencies (politely ignoring the
fact that they refused to stay lighted), added a large share to the
uproar, and joined lustily in the hoarse question, “What’s the matter
with Roosevelt?” and the equally hoarse but exultant reply, “He’s all
right!’ “Who’s all right?” would pass down the line, and “Roose-
velt” came ringing back the answer. After marching around the
campus, while William Armitage set off fireworks behind his little
hedge, we adjourned to Taylor—headed by a band most fearfully and
wonderfully clad, and there listened to soul-stirring and persuasive
speeches by Swallow, Carrie Nation, and other “footlight favorites”
basking at that time in the ephemeral light of the public eye. They
are now merely names—some of them not even that—and the future
college classes will know them no more. But to us, though the indi-
vidual heroes are forgotten, though Roosevelt and Fairbanks—for
whom the overwhelming majority of us voted—have become an impos-
sible political combination, yet the memory of our Freshmen dabbling
in politics—a blaze of lurid transparencies, shouting, tin-pans, fire-
works, caricatures, and clever speeches—will remain for us a confused
but permanent recollection of one of the good times of our college days.
Mary A. KINSLEY.
The Class Crest
Bacon, in the Novum Organum, insists that only by a scientific
method of procedure can satisfactory results be obtained. The Class
of 1908 must have had this maxim in mind in the choice of the class
animal and motto, so deliberately and methodically did we approach the
task.
First, all the members of the animal kingdom not yet appro-
priated by other classes were marshalled forth for inspection. Of
these only six seemed possible. Two of the six, the bee and the ant,
found great favor among the more diligent and ambitious of the
class, but were quickly thrown into disrepute by the hint that they
were too suggestive of nursery proverbs. Next the unicorn was
championed, because of his zsthetic appearance. Though many
contended that to choose him would be to follow too closely in the
footsteps of 1905, still feeling was strong in his favor, until suddenly
the hideous suggestion was made that some succeeding class for its
animal might choose the lion! When, after a brief debate the next
two possibilities, the cricket and the spider, were disposed of, the one
as too flippant, too offensively cheerful, the other as lacking moral
character, all hopes centered on the last choice, the blue heron. So
strong were the arguments against him that at one time it seemed as
if he too must be discarded, and the whole array of beasts must be
reviewed again. The first objection, that his neck and legs were so
long that no ring could possibly contain them, was at last refuted by
instancing the skill of jewelers. But the second charge, that he did
not mean anything, had no deep symbolic significance, seemed un-
answerable. Then did the class appreciate the practical value of the
classics: a student of Greek proclaimed that Homer calls the blue
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heron the bird of good omen, Athena’s bird. All opposition ceased.
There were cries of “question, question,” and the motion was car-
ried by an overwhelming majority.
Then came the necessity of providing a motto fit for so noble a
bird. Again the Baconian method was followed—but it is unneces-
sary to review each detail. That extreme care was taken is proved
by a note in the minutes of a class meeting at that time: “It was
moved and seconded that the Class of 1908 accept for its motto ‘Glau-
kopis,’ if ‘glaukopis’ means ‘keen-eyed.’ Mayone Lewis telephoned to
Dr. Sanders about the meaning of ‘glaukopis.’”” Then came a discus-
sion of other matters, then “Mayone Lewis returned from telephoning
and reported that ‘glaukopis’ does not mean ‘keen-eyed.’”’ Thus one
after another were mottoes chosen, and rejected as unworthy. Finally
the truly Homeric “Empedos” was proposed, and approved, as com-
bining the lofty traditions of the heron with a fitting watchword for
the class. So at last the class gained the reward of systematic labor:
—not only the satisfaction of possessing a crest which is obviously
beautiful, but also the more refined pleasure of perceiving that the
uninitiated do not understand the subtle significance of the emblem,
but exclaim when they see it, “A Greek motto. Of course that doesn’t
mean anything to me, but the bird—how attractive!—a stork!”
| ANNA KING.
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Freshman Class Supper
_ Few of us, I think, can ever forget our Freshman Class Supper.
_ Of course the charm of newness hung over everything, radiating
perhaps from the resplendent newness of our banner, which had never
_ yet been subject to the ravages of the elements upon the gymnasium
wall. This newness was also fittingly marked by the fact that every-
one took our rush-song phrase: “You are our elder sisters dear,”
quite seriously.
Time would fail me to tell of the preparations which had been
made; not only the decorations, but the place cards, each of which was
adorned with some scintillating “personality” and also with appro-
priate pictures taken mostly from advertisements.
Theresa Helburn of course contributed to the gloom of nations.
Yes, Terry was toast-mistress, and I have a secret suspicion that the
witticisms she made that evening have remained with her throughout
her course and have resulted in—but why complete what is obvious?
Each toast was greeted with well-deserved applause, though I must
admit that perhaps then we weren’t as used to hearing ourselves speak
as we are by this time.
Anna Welles set the ball rolling by a speech to the class officers,
and this ordeal of first toast, given while Sophomores are waiting for
a chance to laugh at the wrong place, was passed triumphantly.
Junior-Senior Supper, which came the same night, was toasted by
Linda Schaefer; then, as our toast-mistress wished to give us a few
surprises, Lydia Sharpless toasted hockey and Martha Plaisted did
the same for basket-ball! (‘Who would have thunk it,” as the Biology
class exclaimed when “Daddy” Warren blew up a two-inch lung so
that it filled the entire lecture-room. )
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Emily Fox then gave her opinions anent class meetings, and
Dorothy Straus hers on dramatics, but perhaps the three cleverest
speeches of the evening were Adda Eldredge’s on statistics, Myra
Elliot’s on the faculty, containing those imitations which were in the
beginning, are now, and ever shall be side-splitting, and Helen Dud-
ley’s on Chaucer, phrased in his own quaint yet abhorred language
over which we had just been struggling.
We all were filled with high seriousness when Louise Milligan
toasted “Loyalty,” with such seriousness, in fact, that when my turn
came immediately afterward to speak on 1908 as Sophomores, I found
that my feeble attempts at mirthfulness had become so chastened and
self-governed that they were almost “imperceptibles” (if the mention
of such things may be permitted even in the same sentence with our
Milly). Adelaide Case, as Freshman Class President, made the final
toast: “Our Class,” and thus the eventful evening ended.
Of course there had been the usual “stunts” between toasts, and
the one I remember best was Helen Greeley’s dance, followed by Adda
Eldredge’s imitation of it. All our songs were gone over, too, even our
large and shining galaxy of class songs, and it was with great appro-
priateness that we sang “as birds in air we’re gay and free,” for that
is a good way for Freshmen to feel at their first class supper.
CAROLINE McCook.
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Freshman Wear
ibockep
1906 vs. 1908.
1906. 1908,
Katzenstein, R. W. Helburn, L. W.
Houghton, R. I. Morris,’ Le I:
Ford, C. F. Waller, C. F.
Lauterbach, L. I. Griffith, R. I.
Wade, L. W. McLane, R. W.
Neall, R. H. Copeland, L. H.
White (Capt.), C. H. Sharpless (Capt.), C. H.
Hi: Smith, 1. Hy, Fox, Re.
Hewitt, R. B. Young, L. B.
Bullock, L. B. Schmidt, R. B.
Rawson, Goal. Cadbury, Goal.
November 8—Won by 1906, score 6-3.
November 10—Won by 1906, score 5-0.
Basket-Ball
1908 vs. 1905.
1908. 1905.
M. Plaisted L. Marshall
H. Dudley C. Denison
J. Morris E. Shields
H. Cadbury E. Mason
A. King M. Thurston
M. Young H. Kempton
L. Sharpless A. McKeen
M. Chambers I. Lynde
M. Washburn A. Jaynes
May 9—Won by 1905, score 3-1.
May 11—Won by 1905, score 13-3.
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Freshman Wear
Varsity Dockep
NOVEMBER 19, 1904.
Varsity vs. Merion Cricket Club—Score 1-3.
Forwards.
Marshall Little (Houghton)
Ford Wade
Half-Backs.
Meigs (Neall) Denison (Capt. )
Full-Backs.
Hewitt Bullock Armstrong (goal)
Varsity Wasket- Ball
Forwards.
Denison (Capt. ) Houghton
Centers.
Mason Havemeyer
Backs.
Hewitt McKeen
June 7—Varsity vs. Alumnz—Won by Varsity, 16-1.
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Havemeyer
Katzenstein
Calendar of Freshman Wear
October 3—First Class Meeting.
October 4—College opened.
October 4—Class Rush.
October 7—Christian Union Reception.
October 10—President Thomas’s Reception.
October 14—Senior Reception.
November 4—‘‘Good-Natured Man.”
November 5—Sophomore Dance.
November 7—Political Mass Meeting.
November 8, November 1o—Class Hockey Games.
November 18—Banner Presentation.
November 19—Varsity Hockey vs. Merion.
November 21—Addresses by Pastor Wagner and Pastor Koenig.
December 3—Class Dance for 1907.
December 16—Hockey Dinner for 1906.
January 19—Lecture by Mr. Henry James on Balzac.
January 23—Lecture by President Briggs, of Radcliffe, on John
Donne.
January 30-February 10o—Midyears.
March 9—Lecture by Charles Bonaparte on The New Woman
as a College Graduate.
March 25—“When the Students’ Building is Done.”
March 30—President Sharpless gave the Founder’s Lecture.
April 15—Three Irish Plays by Yeats, given by Miss Wycherley
in the Gymnasium.
April 28—Plays for the Benefit of the Students’ Building by the
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Alumne. ve
May 1—May Day Celebration.
May 5—Concert of Glee and Mandolin Clubs.
May 12—Class Supper.
May 13—Repetition of “Sainte Jeanne la Pucelle” by 1906.
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Sophomore Yrar
Class Dfficers
President—JOSEPHINE PROUDFIT.
Vice-President and Treasurer—JACQUELINE Morris.
Secretary—VIRGINIA MCKENNEY.
Mffices Held bp the Class
Self-Government—Advisory Board, Henrietta Bryan, Louise M1t-
LIGAN, ANNA KING.
Undergraduate Association—Assistant Treasurer, MARTHA PLAIs-
TED.
Athletic Association—Vice-President and Treasurer, MARGARET
CoPELAND.
Tipyn o’ Bob—Editors, T. HeLBurn, L. Forey, M. PLaIsTeD; Assist-
ant Business Manager, .. CONGDON.
Christian Union—Secretary, JACQUELINE Morris.
Glee Club—Business Manager, Dorotny MERLE-SMITH.
Trophy Club—Myra Eiiot, MARGARET COPELAND.
League—Treasurer, CAROLINE McCook.
Law Club—Treasurer, HazEL WHITELAW.
Lantern—Editor, MARGARET FRANKLIN; Assistant Business Man-
ager, EmILy Fox.
Consumers’ League—Treasurer, M. G. ATHERTON.
Hockey Captain—LypIA SHARPLESS.
Basket-Ball Captain—Martua PLaIsTeED.
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Ad Lib.
__ Long before I ever came to college I flattered myself that I was
- pretty well broken in to libraries. We had a habit of sitting in ours
at home every night of our lives, and had all become adepts in staying
on the slippery red leather chairs, and appearing intent on our work
spread out before us, while really busy passing notes to each other
under the table or keeping up a whispered argument. I do not remem-
ber at any time being afraid of the books about me, either, and some-
times even went so far in my familiarity with them as to tip back my
chair and pull one off the shelves to read beneath the table. Conse-
quently, the library in Taylor offered nothing new. The stiff old
chairs and the inky tables and the controversies with the non-residents
who were one and all convinced that their eye-glasses and their pocket-
books were in the very drawer underneath your place, all these were
just what you had been accustomed to, only a little more of it. With
political economy books piled up forbiddingly before you, you could
sit for hours and watch your professors bustling in and out of the read-
ing-room, or your contemporaries playing on the campus, or else, by
means of a wriggle and a stretch you could get hold of some unex-
pected treasure of a French or German volume.
But the very first time I entered the new library I became con-
scious of a new sensation. I am not referring to the time when I
entered it at night and fell six feet upon a pile of bricks, but to my
formal entrance as the “grave scholar, lonely, calm, austere,” with a
fountain pen in my hand and a wrap dangling from my shoulder,
bent on making up for lost hours of private reading by appropriating
six books at once from out the Political Reserve. The new sensation
was Miss: Mudge. Later on, I added to it other new sensations,
although none of them as strong as that. I came to delight in the
breezes that play about the reading-room, even as wantonly as about
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the northeast corner of Taylor; in the “little sounds, made musi-
cal and clear,” in the adventurous cruisings about the room to find a
match; in the never-ceasing procession of hushed admiring aliens who
passed from a surreptitious peek at the seductive seminaries to a bold
inspection of Miss Thomas’ portrait.
And the psych. labs. I must not forget them, nor the “consulta-
tion tombs.”’ It would take Louise Foley herself to tell how she used
to stand for two hours every week, hanging out of the window of the
Dark Room, and holding up passers-by to tell the time. At one stage
of the game I myself knew every blade of grass in the English sod
of the cloister by its name, for I had to observe those blades through
red sheets of mica, and green and blue and yellow ones, until I had
acquired such an intimate knowledge. In that very lecture room at
the far end of the corridor, from which we were ingloriously ejected,
class and lectures, by Mr. King, I can still remember being taught
the tremendous difficulty of recalling smells; yet the fragrance of the
English interview rooms still persists in lingering in my memory.
As the poet sings: “I wonder why ?”
CAROLINE FLORENCE LExow.
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Tea
The most interesting thing about tea is how changed it is.
Freshman year, tea used to consist of muggled chocolate, layer-cake,
and fudge. Now it is reduced to tea and bread and butter. I wonder
whether it is Dr. Clark’s influence that has done it. He says, of
course, that there is no conversation in America, and that the reason
is that we are too much occupied with food at our parties. Now
simple food is, in point of fact, much more impressive than fancy food,
and people think a great deal more about it. Mabel O’Sullivan told
me once about her first tea with Miss Donnelly. There was tea and
toast, in true British fashion. Mabel was very excited and very
hungry, and she took a nice luscious piece of hot buttered toast. But
then she didn’t dare to eat it, for fear it would make a noise. I told
her she should have timed her bites so that they coincided with Miss
Donnelly’s, for then Miss Donnelly’s toast would have been making
the same noise at the same time, and she needn’t have felt embar-
rassed. But she did not think of this brilliant scheme, so the toast lay
untasted, and I am sure the conversation suffered. Such is the danger
of simplicity at teas. If she had only had a macaroon, it would have
been all right. As Chesterton says—for I cannot resist one last
quotation from Chesterton—‘‘It does not so very much matter whether
a man eats a raw tomato or a grilled tomato, but it does very much
matter whether he eats a raw tomato with a grilled mind.”
MARGARET FRANKLIN.
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Map Day
Old Merrie England wakes to-day, and under blossomed orchard
boughs and within green enclosures between dim gray walls, lustily
brings in the May. Once more do Robin Hood and his merrie men
make sport in Sherwood Forest with the high jollity of youth; and
under her greenwood tree Maid Marian gazes upon the gay revels of
the May-pole dancers, her eyes a-dream with the remembrance of old
adventure.
Here in the violet and daisy embroidered dell King Theseus and
his low-browed queen laugh at the antics of Bottom and Quince; here
Titania works her spells of dainty magic, and through the grape-vine
bower peep little fairy faces, smiling in elfish delight at the thought of
. subtly plotted mischief. To-day Simon Eyre keeps holiday in London
and all the shoemakers’ ’prentices hold their sides at his mad jests and
pranks.
All day, on the green, shepherd and shepherdess sit by their
flocks, piping of spring, and under grateful shade wandering friars
exchange the tales of their adventures. No one thinks of the morrow;
no cloud of future discontent darkens the clear sunlight of the present
day. The garnered treasure of past romance, the careless mirth of
the present moment fill the minds of all. To-morrow will be time for
to-morrow’s work. To-day we are in Merrie England, where all the
world is young and all on gay adventure bent.
Louise FOLEY.
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S\/ ophomore Supper
Oh a doleful task is mine now,
To discourse upon class supper,
Given when we all were Soph’mores
In the time long since departed.
We still fluttered, in our class song—
Birds upon the balmy breezes;
Or had we then transmigrated
To the gray halls and green campus?
Well, in Pembroke, as we feasted,
Adda told us of past class songs,
Singing of the campus fair
As it spread out everywhere,
And of trees so very green,
Just as they had always been.
And as we all sat in wonder
At the genius of past classes,
Helen Dudley, diving backward
Into ages still more distant,
Brought old Chaucer to the campus,
Made his pen describe the poole,
Where the centipedes swame—
Till we, purged by fear and pity,
As the tragedy unfolded,
Cheered her with such lusty. vigor,
That once more she read it to us.
So we went through all the evening,
Laughing at each stale old story,
That we’d read in days departed
In the Ladies’ own Home Journal.
For as nineteen eight agree
There are none as nice as we,
And in points of courtesy
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We did ne’er our equals see.
So you all must bear with me
When, for my bad poetry,
I put forward the weak plea:
“Native inability,
And a shaky memory
Of the facts of that old spree.”
(Pardon, it must end in E.)
But—I state it finally—
Sophomore supper, all agree,
Passed off very merrily.
For in jolly company,
None are found to equal We.
Lou1sE HyMAN.
The Fire at Low MWuildings
The day after the Low Buildings fire I sat under a tree gazing
at the ruins which ought to have been and were not; and reviewing
in my mind the thrilling events of the preceding day,—the customary
hush of college halls broken by the sweet irresistible call of the Siren
that drew all of us down the sacred hill to the magic circle wherein
dwelt—but why go on? You all know the rest as well as I. But to
catch up with the next day—which is easy, as we have already started
there—my reverie under the tree was soon broken by the arrival of a
voluble undergraduate, quite far under, I believe, and a companion,
whom I judged to be an elderly unmarried female aunt. They were,
of course, discussing the fire. “Oh, you should have been there,” the
freshman was saying. “The President came rushing down the hill
with a fire extinguisher in one hand and Miss G—rr—tt in the other
so fast that no one could keep up with her, and when she arrived she
took command of the situation at once. First of all she made the
firemen change their hose.” Here the maiden aunt threw up her
hands and ejaculated: “Not in public, 1 hope!” But the girl went on
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without noticing the interruption: “They had turned it on the roof
when the fire was in the cellar, and I think they were quite right, for
of course the most important thing about a house is the roof, isn’t it?
And the girls’ fire brigade was simply wonderful! They were mostly
all Seniors, and they showed such discrimination! The first things
they saved were the faculty tooth-brushes, and of course that is one’s
most important possession, only unfortunately in the confusion the
brushes got mixed and ” Here the speaker passed out of
hearing.
I soon discovered that I had chosen an unfortunate place for soli-
tude. Two Juniors came down the hill in earnest conversation. “It
was interesting to observe,” one was saying, “how characteristically
the members of the various departments behaved. The German
department, I noticed, in a fit of impulsive sentimentality, plunged
from an upper window in a costume that betokened the serious stu-
dent’s disregard of externals. The economics department refused to
move till their trunks and possessions had been saved, the geologic
department rushed to the blaze on the hunt for volcanic phenomena,
and the English department with a proper regard for style and form
stepped calmly out, hatted and veiled, and slowly buttoning the last
button of their fourteen-button gloves.”
Presently a girl and a man came upon the scene. I soon recog-
nized the girl as one of our prized pedants. The young man looked
at the apparently unharmed building and said: “I don’t believe there
was really a fire here at all.” But the pedant, gazing knowingly at the
wing of the building, subtly said: ‘Where there is so much smoke—
you know the proverb.” ‘Well, how did you put it out?” the young
man next inquired. They were walking rapidly and I had to lean for-
ward to catch the girl’s answer: “It happened,” she said, “that Mr.
Henry James was staying in the house—he had come down to lecture—
and when he learned where the fire was, he simply threw the Sacred
Fount into its midst, and you must admit that that would quench
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They had gone.
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“Che Strawberry party”
Nineteen eight, with its usual zeal for inventing needs and oc-
casions for entertaining 1906, decided that not only would it like to
(of course it was not at all for that reason that the plan was sug-
gested), but that it really ought to return some of its Juniors’ past
favors. Original plans of entertainment are not easy to find, even
after two years of college, and we finally decided on a “strawberry
party,’ because that would demand less of the busy Seniors’ time, and
could not but be delightful in the beautiful May weather. As I re-
member, the weather was not so characteristically May as it might
have been, but at 7.20 we were waiting behind Radnor in a hollow
surrounded by shrubbery, which we had decorated for the occasion
with dittle blue lanterns hung among the trees, and sofa cushions on
the ground. As 1906 came down the slope we ran up to them with
plates on which were arranged strawberries around little mounds of
sugar. We ate and sang, talked and enjoyed the beauty of the eve-
ning for about half an hour. Then with much whispering and skilful
manceuvering we guided 1906 into one group and ourselves gathered
into another, and sang them our “Strawberry Song,” which we con-
sidered, and still consider, a very superior one. It was our first at-
tempt at a song to our Juniors since we sang “to nineteen six pnd the
fame that ever sticks,” and we felt proud of Mee]
prise and delight 1906 had also written a so 1 yn, and
such pres jolly. one. a eee pnd. Sek
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sing it again, enjoying not only its wit and go, but also the praise in
it for ourselves. Here is the song:
(Tune: “Coming Through the Rye.”)
“Gin a body ask a body, who needs no foe to fear,
At the gym, at record marking, acting Will Shakespeare.
If a body ask a body, whom we'd like to cheer,
Seniors say with one accord, “It’s 1908, that’s clear.”
“Freshman, stand by your Junior’s side” was sung with great
applause, and then the party broke up, and we strolled home through
the dusk, all thinking regretfully of the near approach of June.
S\/opbhomore Wear
Dockep
1908 vs. 1907.
1908. 1907.
T. Helburn G. Brownell
J. Griffith M. Ayer
J. Morris G. Hill
V. McKenney A. Hawkins
H. Cadbury C. Woerishoffer
E. Fox K. Kerr
M. Copeland E. Williams
L. Sharpless G. Hutchins
M. Young H. Houghteling
H. Schmidt A. Vauclain
M. Plaisted D. Forster
November 7—Won by 1908, score 4-9.
November 9—Won by 1908, score 2-6.
Finals.
November 13—Won by 1906, score 6-2.
November 14—Won by 1906, score 4-1.
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Sophomore Wear
Basket-Ball
1908 vs. 1906.
1908.
Plaisted (Capt.), H.
Morris, R. F.
Dudley (Hyman), L. F.
Young, C. C.
Copeland, R. C.
Griffith, L. C.
Washburn (Passmore), G.
Chambers (Fox), R. B.
Sharpless, L. B.
May 9—Won by 1906, score 7-8.
May 11—Won by 1908, score 11-4.
May 12—Won by 1906, score 8-5.
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1906.
Hewitt (Capt.) (Ford), G.
Ropes, L. B.
Wade, R. B.
Richardson, C. C.
Lauterbach, L. C.
White (Bullock), R. C.
Katzenstein, H.
Houghton, L. F.
Neall (Harrington), R. F.
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Calendar of Sophomore Wear
October 31—Dr. Kuhnermann spoke on “Faust.”
November 3—Varsity-Alumne Hockey.
November 3-6—Self-Government Conference.
November 4—“Two Gentlemen of Verona.”
November 6—Lantern Night.
November 10—Dance to 1909.
November 7-14—Match games in Hockey.
November 20—Mrs. Craigie spoke on “The Artist’s Life.”
November 23—Dr. Poel spoke on “Shakspere and the Eliza:
bethan Playhouse.”
November 27—1907’s and 1909’s Hockey Dance to 1906 and
1908.
November 5-6—Varsity Hockey with Belmont and Wissahickon.
December 8-10—Week-End Conference.
December 17—Hockey Dinner to 1906.
January 20—Mrs. Kelley spoke on “The Work of the Consumers’ —
League.”
January 29-February 9—Midyears.
February 19—Mrs. Spencer spoke on “Woman’s Suffrage.”
March 8—Track Meet, won by 1908.
March 9—Swimming Contest, won by 1907.
April 4—Professor McGiffert gave the Founder’s Lecture.
April 21—Concert of Glee and Mandolin Clubs.
May 1—May Day Fete.
May 8—Mr. Tschaikovsky spoke on “Russia.”’
May 8—Strawberry Picnic to 1906.
May 9-18—Match Games.
May 18—Class Supper.
May 23-June 6—Finals.
_June 6—Varsity Game with Alumnez.
June 6—College Breakfast.
June 7—Commencement.
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Junior Bear
Junior Pear
Class Mfficers
President—JOSEPHINE PROUDFIT.
Vice-President and Treasurer—ANNA DUNHAM.
Secretary—EpitH CHAMBERS.
Mffices eld by the Class
Christian Union—Treasurer, JACQUELINE Morris.
Bryn Mawr League—Secretary, MARGARET MAYNARD.
Self-Government—E.xrecutive Board, JACQUELINE Morris, LOUISE
MILuicAN; Advisory Board, VIRGINIA MCKENNEY, MAYONE
Lewis, Marcaret Lewis, ANNA DUNHAM (resigned) ; Secre-
tary, MARGARET CopELAND; Treasurer, LouIsE CoNGDON.
Undergraduate Association—Vice-President and Treasurer, Myra
Ex.iot; Secretary, MARTHA PLAISTED.
Athletic Association—Secretary, MARGARET COPELAND; Outdoor
Manager, MarjoriE YOUNG.
Lantern—Editors, MARGARET FRANKLIN, T. HELBuRN, L. FOLEy;
Business Manager, MAYONE LEwIs.
Tipyn o’ Bob—Editors, THERESA HELBURN, MARTHA PLAISTED,
LoutsE Forey; Assistant Business Manager, Louise ConGpon.
Philosophical Club—Treasurer, LouIsE MILLIGAN.
Glee Club—Treasurer, DorotHy MERLE-SMITH.
College Settlement Association—Treasurer, ANNA WELLES.
Consumers’ League—Secretary, M, G. ATHERTON.
Conference Committee—Chairman, Louise Concpon.
Trophy Club—Myra E.Liiot, MARGARET COPELAND.
English Club—Lovutse Forty, MartHa PLAISTED, THERESA HEL-
BURN, MARGARET FRANKLIN.
Oriental Club—President, MaryortE Wa ttace; Vice-President, L.
SHARPLESS.
German Club—Secretary, Avice Sacus; Vice-President, F. Lexow.
Law Club—President, Louise Hyman; Secretary, Haze. WHITE-
LAW.
Chess Club—President, A. CASE.
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S/ongs
Songs of the Class of 1908,
To speak of them is now my fate;
Both solemn songs, and funny ones,
At thought of them a cold chill runs
Adown my back, and up my spine—
Alas! the guilt of some was mine!
I, too, have written in my day
A horrid and inane array
Of doggerel and lyric chatter.
My only comfort in the matter
Is quite a worthy cause for pride,—
A class song J have never tried.
’Tis lucky! For had I got started,
Good sense and I had early parted.
Where others merely tripped a speck,
I should have made a very wreck.
In simile my style would be,
“As tomahawks were gay and free,”
And as for consecrating things,
Each one of you would sprout some wings,
So solemnly I’d consecrate
And dedicate to you nought eight.
My song you would accept perforce,
(For you there’d be no other course,
Since never in our life, I ween,
Have we had two to choose between) ;
We'd practise then full long and strong
And loud, and off the key, and wrong;
For some would sing in sing-song fashion,
Some would murder it by slashin’,
Some would mutter monotones,
And some would mingle moans with groans;
Then Josephine, all pale and sad,
Would call our singing “Quite too bad!”
Till, all of us becoming tearful,
Not even Marge would be quite cheerful.
All this of course would only be
In case the song was writ by me.
ADDA ELDREDGE.
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Track Athletics
Since perspective is so necessary a part of a true historical esti-
mate, it seems impossible to describe faithfully 1908’s last appearance
in track. But one fact is certain, we have been pitilessly dogged in
our whole career by certain spectres in red, who have twice held
uncanny revels over our prostrate fortunes. Our most hard-won
victory came in our Junior year, when Marjorie on a verge of a world’s
record, balanced unconsciously on one foot for long, long minutes,
while some hundred agonized spectators sat by in tense misery; and
when Rose’s determined expression, as she led the gallant little band
of tuggers, so alarmed 1910 that they ran away down the floor—taking
with them the expression and all. And now, in the face of our recent
defeat, we have still the consolation that we won as often as we lost,
but then, of course, we lost as often as we won.
LypIA SHARPLESS.
Records made by 1908
Freshman Bear
TRACK
Marjorie Younc: College record for putting the shot: 27 ft. 6 in.
Sophomore Pear
SWIMMING
E. ScHAEFER: College record for 70-ft. swim, front: 21 s.
TRACK
Marjorie YounG: College record for putting the shot, 29 ft. % in.
Junior Pear
SWIMMING
E. Scuaerer: College record for 70-ft. swim, front: 20 s.
TRACK
Marjorie YounG: World’s record for putting the shot: 33 ft. 1 in.
Ina Ricuter: College record for three standing broad jumps: 22 ft.
I in.
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dinder Two Flags
1908 had waited long for the occasion of sitting downstairs in
the gymnasium and enjoying the benefits of individual programs and
separate chairs. Therefore it was not surprising that it availed itself
of the opportunity to the utmost, even at the expense of braving the
attic for long-forgotten “other” clothes.
Arrayed in our best and “with expectations great” we waited
anxiously for the scenes that were to appear at the other side of the
footlights. I think we had a few feeble new songs, but we soon came
to the conclusion that the old ones only were adequate to express
our feelings. So we finally confined ourselves to “Oh, my, how clever
you are,” sung with unsurpassable vigour, as our excitement grew
more and more intense.
There was great consternation when the absence of Gertrude
Hill and Eunice Schenck was discovered on the list of Terpsichorean
brothers, and our dramatic senses, especially Terry’s, were prepared
for a shock. But newer and no lesser lights rose on the horizon.
There was Dorothy Forster in the role of the much-bebearded and
highly uniformed villain, who uttered his cruel, crusty commands with
heartrending harshness. Then there was Margaret Bailey, with her
parasol and faint aroma of Low Buildings (at the moment of her ap-
pearance Terry’s awe-struck whisper first reached my ear. The lat-
ter was by this time conquered and subdued). Bunny Brownell dashed
*n with a swish of short skirts and a mop of curly brown hair, bewilder-
ingly fascinating. And finally there was Ellen with her manly stride
and daredevil bravery.
Excitement rose to such a pitch in the audience that our sense
of best clothes and decorum scattered to the four winds, and we hissed
and applauded, under the direction of 1907, behind the scenes, in true
melodramatic succession. Tears flowed from every eye when Cigar-
ette, in a last crowning sacrifice, received the murderous bullets in
her own breast to save her lover’s life. Those whose eyes were not
moist emitted loud boo-hoos which were quite as satisfactory to all
concerned. oe
When we regained our normal equilibrium, and were able to look
upon the production from a somewhat rational point of view, one
and all proclaimed “Under Two Flags” a perfectly delightful bur-
lesque, and added another point to the score of 1907’s dramatic tri-
acai MarRJORIE YOUNG.
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Traditions of 1908
Many indeed are the shades of past customs, which will hover
around the marble bust of 1908, when such a monument graces Taylor.
The college precedents we have established, and the ones we have
abolished, are, in the meantime, monument enough.
“Exegt monumentum aere perennius,” though it may be that few
will know who raised it. Who will realize in five years that it was
1908’s Senior Day that immortalized “Fresh Yellow Barns?”
To our own class traditions, a nous, however, we can always
ascribe a definite source, and always will we remember who is respon-
sible for their hold over us. Which of us, when we get to a dinner in
feverish haste, and find ourselves a half hour too early, will not feel
in the air the presence of the shade of Josephine? (Of course I
exonerate Rock: They have a tradition peculiarly their own in such
matters.) Which of us will not feel forever a certain inability to do
anything in our own way? For always we shall be pursued by a
conception of what the true scientific method would be could we live
up to the standard of—Lou Hyman.
And, above all, which of us, when put in a very hard hole, where
a very small lie would so easily relieve us, will not be vaguely admon-
ished, and baffled in our untruthfulness by the still, small voice of
Milly, piping down the ages, with Hazel as accompanist? Many
indeed are the leading reins which hold us in check, and inexorable
the spirits who drive us. May 1908 awake to the fact that it is
in some respects but a herd of dumb, driven cattle, and may it submit
with a good grace to the rings our four years have put in our noses.
MARGARET CHARLTON LEwIs.
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The Daisp Gathering
We had left the college in the deep blackness of night, and pass-
ing then rapidly through the low valley, came out of the trees upon
a high, rolling country, which showed white before us. We climbed a
low fence noiselessly, crossed a creaking bridge, and so found our-
selves lost in the great, misty whiteness of the daisy-fields. The half-
bitter aroma of the daisy filled our nostrils, the cold wetness of the
dripping petals chilled our bare hands and drenched our clothes; our
eyes were dazed by the glaring whiteness of the world around.
We said little as we set out, two by two, in different directions.
One went ahead, gathering the daisies in bulk upon her arm, and cut-
ting the long, dark stems with a swing of her heavy scythe; the second
followed to gather up again the freshly cut piles.
Far away in the east a faint tinge of light began to show above
the hills. This brightened and grew larger, covering more and more
sky.
“It is the dawn!” someone said, pausing with her knife in her
hands.
Now the light fell upon the hill-tops, one after the other, and soft,
white clouds came rolling up from behind the most distant hills.
Overhead the last stars disappeared, and at our feet the daisies no
longer shone in a vague mist of whiteness, but took shape as single
flowers.
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Gradually the white light changed to dazzling brightness, which
found its way deep into the purple shadows of the valley. A flood
of rosy clouds spread suddenly above the hills and flushed the white
petals of the daisies. We still moved about in silent lines, flashing our
long, wet knives, and heaping the daisies into high, fragrant piles.
At last rose the great sun, breaking apart the clouds and shining
forth over the country. It shone upon the daisies, mile upon mile of
whiteness; it shone upon our scythes and eager, whitened faces; it
showed, for the first time, the clear outline of the brook below the
fields.
The spell was broken; we began to talk and laugh—some of us,
to sing. Our cheeks glowed red in the sunlight, and we fell upon the
daisies with renewed vigor.
“They say that already enough daisies have been gathered. Nine-
teen Eight’s daisy-chain will be more beautiful than any has ever
been!”
We heaped the wet piles high upon the wagons, cheering and
laughing. Then we climbed upon the seat, as many as possible, and
the rest followed. Behind us the daisies showed great rifts in their
whiteness, where the heavy knives had laid bare the soft, black soil;
but beyond, high upon the hill, were untouched stretches in white
profusion still.
We left the bright field and passed under the trees, through the
dark valley, back to the College.
ETHELINDA SCHAEFER.
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Dramatics
Dramatics—a broad enough subject truly—and I could—but
don’t be alarmed, I won’t—tell of their history, influence, merits, or
demerits ; but indeed dramatics in the abstract are totally uninteresting
to us—it is only the dramatics of the Class of 1908 that enthrall us;
and of these you all know quite as much as I do.
Shall I dwell on their superiority ?—’twould be boasting; on their
inferiority ?—’twould be romancing ; their resemblance?—they’ve
never resembled anything; their difference?—that’s it; they certainly
are different.
The same plays have been produced—but have other Valentines
been prematurely disclosed by the falling of a whole forest of cedar
trees? Have other Tweenwayes been so abruptly shorn of their cher-
ished moustachios? Have other Litterlys and Lointaine Princesses
descended so abruptly upon the heads of unwary musicians? I trow
not—other performances have not been as ours. They may have been
better, they may have been worse, but they have not been like unto
ours.
And this is certain: nothing will ever be to us what these have
been,—such fun and work, combined with so much pride and effort.
Personally I have never enjoyed anything in our college experience
quite as much, and I think that many of us feel in the same way. For
this we have to thank College Traditions, Class Spirit, ourselves, and
last, and I think chiefly, Theresa Helburn, whose cleverness on and
off the stage, unending tact, patience, and unselfish work, have done
so much to make the plays of 1908 what they have been.
Emicy Reap Fox.
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Puntor Wear
ibockep
1908 vs. 1907.
1908. 1907.
T. Helburn G. Brownell
M. Washburn G. Hill
J. Morris L. Windle
V. McKenney A. Hawkins
H. Cadbury C. Woerishoffer
M. Copeland K. Kerr
L. Sharpless (Capt. ) E. Williams (Capt.)
M. Young G. Hutchins
H. Schmidt E. Sweet
L. Hyman E. Daw
M. Plaisted D. Forster
November 5—Won by 1907, score 2-I.
November 7—Won by 1908, score 2-5.
November 9—Won by 1907, score 4-3.
Wasket-Ball
1908 vs. 1907 and I9gI0.
1908. 1907. IQI0.
M. Plaisted (Capt.) A. Hawkins E. Romeyn
H. Dudley C. Woerishoffer E. Swift
J. Morris L. Windle F. Hearne
M. Young G. Brownell M. Shipley
H. Cadbury E. Williams E. Denison
J. Griffith G. Hill M. Kirk
L. Sharpless K. Kerr G. Kingsbacher (Cap. )
M. Washburn E. Sweet G. Brown
M. Chambers G. Hutchins (Capt.) K. Rotan
May 8—Won by 1907, score 8-3.
May 13—Won by 1908, score 3-4.
May 15—Won by 1908, score 3-9.
Finals vs. 1910.
May 17—Won by 1908, score 15-6.
May 20—Won by 1908, score 10-2.
Suntor Pear
Varsity bockep
C. Woerishoffer E. Williams
A. Hawkins L. Sharpless
J. Morris H. Schmidt
G. Hill E. Daw
T. Helburn M. Plaisted
G. Hutchins
Subs. from 1908: Cadbury, Washburn, Copeland, Young, Griffith.
Scores
November 2—Bryn Mawr vs. Belmont, won by Bryn Mawr, 1-0.
November 10—Bryn Mawr vs. Merion, won by Merion, 1-2.
November 24—Bryn Mawr vs. Germantown, won by Bryn Mawr,
13-2.
November 27—Bryn Mawr vs. Moorestown, won by Bryn Mawr,
4-I.
December 4—Bryn Mawr vs. Belmont, tie, 2-2.
Varsity Basket-Ball
M. Plaisted G. Hutchins (Capt. )
H. Cadbury J. Morris
L. Sharpless G. Hill
E. Brown E. Sweet
E. Williams
Subs. from 1908: Richter, Young, Helburn, Washburn, M. Chambers.
June 5—Bryn Mawr vs. Alumnz, won by Bryn Mawr.
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Calendar of Junior Wear
October 2—Freshman Class Meeting.
November 2—Varsity Hockey with Belmont.
November 5, 7, 9—Class Hockey.
November 10—Varsity Hockey with Merion.
November 16—Banner Presentation.
November 24—Varsity Hockey with Germantown.
December 4—Varsity Hockey with Belmont.
December 14—Debate with 1907.
January 24-February 2—Midyear’s.
March 7—Track Meet.
March 25—Gymnasium Contest.
April 19—“Under Two Flags.”
April 20—Concert by Glee and Mandolin Clubs.
May 8, 13, 15——Class Basket-Ball Games.
May 1o—Junior-Senior Supper.
May 17, 20—Finals in Basket-Ball with 1909.
May 22-June 1—Finals.
June 6—Commencement.
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Senior Dear
Class Officers
President—JosEPHINE PRouprir.
Vice-President—MArGARET COPELAND.
Secretary—LouiIsE Hyman,
Offices eld bp the Class
Self-Government—President, J. Morris; Vice-President, LouIsE
MILLIGAN.
Undergraduate Association—President, M. PLAISTED.
Athletic Association—President, M. Younc; Indoor Manager, L.
SHARPLESS.
Lantern—Editor-in-Chief, MARGARET FRANKLIN; Editors, THERESA
HeLBurn, Louise Forty; Business Manager, MAyYonE LEwis.
Tipyn o Bob—Editor-in-Chief, T. HELBURN (resigned), M. PLAIsTED;
Editor, Louise FoLry; Business Manager, L. Concpon.
Law Club—Vice-President, L. HYMAN.
Philosophical Club—President, LouIsE Fouey.
English Club—President, Louise Fo.ey. —
Christian Union—President, L. MILLIGAN.
League—President, A. WELLES; Vice-President, D. MERLE-SMITH.
Glee Club—Leader, D. MERLE-SMITH.
Trophy Club—President, M. COPELAND.
German Club—President, F. Lexow; Secretary, E. Bryant.
Oriental Club—President, MaryjortE WALLACE; Vice-President, L.
SHARPLESS.
Equal Suffrage League—President, M. C. Lewis.
Varsity Hockey—Captain, L. SHARPLEsS.
Varsity Basket-Ball—Captain, M. PLAIsTED.
Consumers’ League—President, L. Conepon.
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The Federated Females
Fortunately Miss Thomas had announced in Chapel that morning
that the delegates to the annual or centennial or something-or-other
meeting of the Federation of Women’s Clubs would visit the college,
lecture in Chapel, and be teaed in Pembroke, or we should have been
quite overwhelmed by the stream of women, old and young (mostly
old), fat and thin (mostly fat), dressy and frumpy (mostly decidedly
frumpy) that inundated the campus that November afternoon. They
would issue from Taylor in groups of twos and threes, and seize upon
the student guide with some such words as these:
“l’m Mrs. John Smith, from Nuttyville, Pa., and this is Mrs.
Jones, the president of our Nuttyville Ladies’ Culture Union. That
place in there is so crowded, and that man’s only talking about civic
improvements, and that’s just what we studied in the Union last
winter, and so we know all about it anyhow, and so we thought we’d
just come out and go to tea to that place your president mentioned; we
didn’t have a bit of lunch, and I’m nearly faint 4
As she paused for breath you tactfully interposed the suggestion
that she might want to see some of the other buildings first?
“Well,” Mrs. Jones reluctantly consented, and you began the
rounds. ‘This is the library ,’ but Mrs. Smith interposed
with the acute observation: “What makes you call it a library? I
don’t see any books anywhere.” Unable to refute this statement, you
fell back upon the beauties of the cloisters, but as they had eyes for
nothing but the brazen glories of Elizabeth Duane Gillespie’s breast-
plate, you felt that even this resource failed. It was no better in the
halls. They refused to be impressed with Minerva, the owls, daisies
and lanterns, or even the Rockefeller washstands, although Mrs.
Smith manifested great interest in the photographs on Nellie Seeds’
bureau. “It’s not her brother, T bet,” she facetiously remarked, and
though Mrs. Jones was “awfully taken,” as she expressed it with that
curious chair of Copey’s, their minds were set upon Pembroke and tea.
7s
Alas for their disappointment, when one, upon arriving there, could
only desert them on the outskirts of that fighting mob. Returning
from the fray in half an hour, torn and disheveled, triumphantly bear-
ing a cup of tea and three macaroons, you were frigidly addressed by
Mrs. Smith, “I always take lemon in mine,” and by Mrs. Jones, “Thank
you, I’d rather have a sandwich;”’ and as you wearily retreated you
heard Mrs. Jones remark: “The idea! Look at those girls eating round
that tea-table, and we don’t get a thing.” Mrs. Smith, however, was
gentler, and calling me back, said I was a dear girl to show them round,
and extended a cordial invitation to look her up if ever I came to
Nuttyville, Pa.
EpitH CHAMBERS.
Mrals
Listen, oh Classmates, and you shall hear
Of the terrible Orals of Senior Year,
In early October, 1908,
Who does not remember the date?
The dates, | may say, of that famous year.
I said to my friends when first I went in
To that awful place you all know well,
“Orals aren’t hard, of course I'll win,”
But I changed my mind quickly, completely, for—well
These are a few of the horrors of Taylor
The horrors that come when the Dean decrees, ‘‘Fail ’er.”
I climbed each time, my breath all but gone,
By the wooden stairs with stealthy tread,
To Miss Lawther’s office overhead, —
And startled those who since early dawn
Had been cramming like mad
For Bryn Mawr’s worst fad.
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It is my turn now, and I’m ushered in
To the fires of hell, where all of you’ve been—
But a moment only I feel the spell
Of the place, and the hour, and the secret dread
Of the horrible office furnished in red;
For suddenly all my thoughts are bent
On a shadowy something near at hand,
Where lines of unknown Dutch words stand,
Those lines of black that dance and spin,
Before my brain fast growing dim.
That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light,
The fate of an A. B. was having a fight,
And the spark struck out by that oral so hard,
Kindled Bryn Mawr into flame with its heat.
You know the rest by the marks you have read,
How the Bryn Mawr Seniors flunked and fled,
How Foulet gave them awful things,
And Jessen’s voice—well that still rings,
Saying in tones that break the strain,
“T think, Miss Blank, you must come again.”
And so, through the year went 1908,
Tutoring, studying, sitting up late,
For that word, “‘failed,” is an awful bore,
And a word that shall echo for evermore.
For borne on the nightwind of the Past,
Through all our history to the last,
In the hour of darkness and peril and need
We all shall waken and listen to hear,
Miss Thomas’s voice sombre and drear.
And now I propose before I sit down
In drink, the Orals deep to drown.
FRANCES PASSMORE.
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Class Teas
I have a surprise for my dear classmates to-night—this speech
is not in poetry. There is one more thing I want to say before I begin
the carefully composed part of my toast. When Terry came to East
to-night to see how I was coming on, she forgot to bring her printed
list of jokes, so I had only my own to fall back upon and they aren’t
nearly so well authenticated.
Last night, in the middle of the night, I was stricken with fear,
for despite my Sunday evening attempts, I feel very inexperienced in
speech-making; and even my Sunday evening reputation has declined
since the arrival of Miss Parkhurst. When I was so terrified, I con-
templated crossing the dining-room to tell Marjorie that I could not
speak to-night, braving the terrors of Martha Thomas Nazimova (1
suppose you have noticed the hair and eyebrows). But then I remem-
bered that Bryn Mawr ideal—the true sport—and I determined for
once to live up to it. Personally I consider the true sport a great bore,
you can always tell exactly how she will react to any situation.
I am sorry that I can’t begin this speech by saying that I hadn’t
thought a word of it until twenty minutes ago, for that, I learned
on the day that Nineteen-Five said good-bye to the halls, is the proper
opening. But true sports don’t lie and I may frankly say that for half
a night and a whole day I have been thinking very seriously of all the
jokes I have ever heard—or made.
I was undecided for a time whether to be stupid or shocking, for
I know you can’t be both. I was, moreover, in the very peculiar
quandary of being terrified of Martha and Louise Milligan at the same
time. Milly has taken, of late, a deep interest in my spiritual welfare,
and she asked me once to stop corrupting Louise Carey’s morals. She
should, as a matter of fact, have told Louise Carey to stop corrupting
Miss Donnelly’s with scandalous bits from Baltimore society. Well,
Milly said she would tell Dr. Barton if I were one of these two things,
and Martha said she would tell Miss Fullerton if I were the other.
So I leave you to discover whether I love Milly more or Martha less.
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My material is somewhat limited, for I have been to only a few
class teas, and my experiences at those were not conducive to further
social attempts. My first tea was in Merion. I went early while the
food was still abundant and consumed many sandwiches. Suddenly
I overheard a whispered conversation as to whether the food would
last until every one had been there, and in confusion I departed, lest I
should reduce my hungry classmates to the condition of the greedy bird
who, seeing a little boy below him devouring an apple, said: “Say,
little boy, save me the worms?’’ That’s a horrid story, I know, but
olives and cheese appear in class tea sandwiches quite as often as
worms in apples.
I must hasten on to my next experience, for I feel in regard
to my material as the Irishman did to his paints when some one
asked him why he was painting a house so furiously, and he replied:
“Sure’n I want to finish it before me paint runs out.” The
next tea I had the misfortune to be at was in East. Here I was
cruelly treated and I am sure I don’t know why, because when I was
asked to help make sandwiches, I said I would—I always do so. I
began to eat immediately upon my arrival, as I supposed one always
did at teas, but I was quickly interrupted by the whispered information
that East wasn’t eating. Certainly I was not treated with that sympa-
thetic politeness that Pat showed Mike when they stopped over night
at an inn with their one piece of luggage, a large brown jug. They
agreed that they would not begin on the jug until the next day and
they bestowed it in a corner of the room. But in the middle of the
night Mike’s thirst got the better of him and he began on the jug.
Finding the contents rather warm, he placed the jug on the window-sill
and returned to bed. Some time later he was awakened by a falling
chair, and looking about, he saw Pat groping in the corner. ‘What
are yez lookin’ for, Pat?” he asked. “O nuthin’.”
“Well, yez’ll find it in the window.”
My cup of bitterness was now full, and lest it run over, I
refrained from appearing at other teas. I should not have dared to
take food, and one of my hostesses might have said to me what the
little boy said to the minister. He was a very talkative and profane
little boy, so when the minister came to dine, his mother promised him
a pony-cart if he would not speak. The minister did not take soup
because it was too hot, nor fish because it gave him a strawberry rash.
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At this the boy looked as if he had something to say, but he restrained
himself. The minister ate no meat because he was a vegetarian, and
no ice-cream because it was too cold. The boy could no longer endure
it, and shouted: “Pony-cart or no pony-cart, ask the damn cuss if he’ll
suck an egg.”
But now I sincerely wish that I had gone to all the class teas,
that I had seen what I could of dear 1908 before this fearful avalanche
of Gozy and Posy and Dilly and Cricky and Freddy and Jonesy had
descended upon us. The alumnz are here, I all too sadly realize.
They invade even the sanctity of pink and white apartments in Low
Buildings with perfect ease and freedom, where the Senior foot hesi-
tates to enter. I have seen, I believe, a gloomy pall settle upon the
countenances of the Senior Class, on all save one; that one smiles
joyously and the foot that belongs to it steps bravely through the ranks
of the invaders. We all know the alumnz, we can detect them by their
desperate gaiety.
Alumnz at the present moment are a tender point with me, but
any resentment I may feel is lost in the greater emotion of being here
with all my class and being allowed to eat in peace. I feel, indeed, like
the girl who, enamoured of Venice, “lay on the grand canal, drinking
it all in, and life never seemed so full before.”’
Now that this speech is about to end, I hope you will all give me
a little kind encouragement in my maiden effort, so that I may feel
like (I don’t know how many people I’ve had to feel like to meet the
exigencies of what I consider a proper toast), but, at any rate, I want
to feel like the Irishman who, much taken with a pair of boots a size
too small for him, bought them, remarking that after he had worn
them a few times he could get into them.
I must add one more instance from Celtic literature, in case you
can’t give me any encouragement. When Pat died he appeared, with
characteristic impudence, at the gate of heaven. “I’m sorry, Pat,”
said St. Peter, “that you can’t come in here. By your actions on earth
you have denied the Lord.”
“No hope, St. Peter?”
“None.”
er Pat withdrew to a distance and crowed thrice like a
cock.
“Come in, Pat, come in,” said the saint; “we'll let bygones be
bygones.” Louise FOotey. |
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Graduate Fellowships
Bryn Mawr European Fellow—MayoneE LEwis.
Scholar in Greek—ELEANOR RAMBO.
Scholar in Latin—EizaBETH Foster.
The Ten
MAYONE LEwIs.
DorotHy Mort.
ADDA ELDREDGE.
Mary KINSLEY.
LovuIsE HyMAN.
ANNA KING.
ETHEL VICK.
MABEL FREHAFER.
HELEN Norra.
MARGARET LEWIS.
jRineteen Eight’s Fellowship Dinner
On Monday, the 23d of March, 1908, a distinguished assembly
met for dinner in Denbigh Hall. A grey-haired lady of dignified pres-
ence, wearing cap and gown, led the procession as it entered the
dining-room, and seated herself at the head of the first table. She was
respectfully addressed by everyone as President Thomas. Close
behind her came her faithful assistants, Miss Garrett and Miss Mad-
dison. Mr. Samuel Arthur King, of great fame, took his place at the
same table. Dr. Barnes, the Bryn Mawr infant prodigy; Mrs. De
Laguna, a rising star in the world of philosophy and domestic science,
and Gym Kate, a prominent figure in the history of Bryn Mawr Col-
lege, were among the celebrities in Miss Thomas’s train. With them
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came a group of classic-browed maidens, wearing in sign of their
intellectual achievements the laurel wreath of ancient Greece. These
were the European fellow and her associates. Their names, known
already to many, will be found ten years hence in “Who’s Who.”
Other women and men of distinction filed into the dining-room
in such rapid succession that one despairs of naming them all. Many
departments of science and of letters were illustriously represented.
The English lights of Bryn Mawr, Miss Donnelly, Miss Hoyt, Miss
Fullerton and Dr. Clark, were all present. The entire departments
of Biology, of Greek, of Philosophy, of Italian, of Semitic Languages,
and of Physical Culture, could be seen; and if any stranger had
enjoyed the privilege of witnessing this great gathering of leaders of
thought, he would have had cause to marvel, not only at the eminence
and dignity of their appearance, but also at the wealth of the College
which could maintain so many highly-salaried professors in one depart-
ment.
An address by Miss Thomas opened the events of the evening.
Speeches followed from the laurel-crowned European fellow and from
the celery-adorned Ideal Fellow, which proved that the gift of wit
characterised the illustrious Class of 1908, from the first of its candi-
dates for world-wide fame to the last of its Submerged Ten.
The faculty now addressed the gathering. Miss Donnelly was kind
enough to stand on her chair and make a few remarks, at the close
of which she read in sweet, low tones that beautiful poem by Words-
worth, ‘We Are Seven.” She also repeated a conversation which she
and Miss Hoyt had on the subject of their evening meal; “Cream-
Puffs versus Steaks,” one might entitle it. Miss Hoyt, following her
friend’s example, was obliging enough to express her opinion on the
subject of Margaret Franklin’s letters and of 1908’s supper-parties
to their English Readers. Dr. Holbrook, greatly to the edification of
the assembly, read a long passage from Dante. Dr. Jessen, gorgeous
in a red sweater which showed to advantage the length of his neck and
the muscular development of his arms, made some remarks intro-
ductory to a lecture. Mr. King gave a few words of instruction on
the subject of pitch, which he graphically illustrated by singing a
musical arpeggio. Dr. Sanders, nasal and witty as usual, held with
one of his pupils a lesson in translation from Homer. Dr. Barton,
gentle and tall, accompanied by his devoted poodle, announced, as he
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is wont to do to his eager audience in Chapel, that “President Thomas
will be unable to keep her office hours this morning.”
A remarkable experiment was performed by Dr. Warren, which
taxed to an alarming degree his capacity for blowing; the guests, in
fact, grew breathless in suspense, fearing lest his fate should resemble
that of Roland of old. It was with unspeakable relief that they saw
him recover his normal color and proportions of face, and became
assured that he would be able to conduct the Commencement cere-
monies for the Class of 1908 with the precise and quiet manner for
which he had won fame in the past. Dr. De Laguna, after walking
up and down the room with his wife, pushing the baby: carriage in
which reposed Frederika, told, with his amiable smile, about the race
between the little hand and the big hand of the watch. Finally, spir-
ituel Mr. Schinz rose upon his chair and introduced, with many a
flourish of the hand, his sportsmanlike wife and his demure daughter,
both of whom, as one would naturally expect, are women of large and
stately proportions.
Others of the guests, who could not be persuaded to overcome
their aversion to public speaking, consented to walk the length of the
dining-room. Dr. Tennent left his chair, and though he dared not
raise his eyes, took a few steps in full view of the whole gathering.
Dr. Clark, light of foot and graceful as a swan, went across the room
to Miss Donnelly and offered her a flower. Mrs. Wright and Miss
Nicolay promenaded together with firm and ponderous step. Gym
Kate and the Amazon, walking side by side, gave an effective illustra-
tion of the law of contrasts.
Lastly, Miss Sisson, leaving her place by Miss Applebee, held a
dancing class in the center of the room, to which a privileged few
such as Miss Donnelly, Miss Nicolay, and Drs. Tennent, Jessen and
Clark, were invited to belong. The merriment of the guests on wit-
nessing this event was so uncontrolled that President Thomas soon
called them to order and broke up the dinner.
ANNA WELLES.
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Pa. A
iLa Wataille Des Dames
April eleventh saw “the positively last appearance’ of 1908
behind the footlights in the old Gym. Our choice of La Bataille des
Dames indicated not so much our unflagging devotion to the cause
of foreign languages as our general sense of being “up against it.”
The stern mandate of only ten hours’ rehearsal had downed You Never
Can Tell, Candida, and numerous other suggestions, despite the vigor-
ous protests of the sponsors of the same. The committee had selected
a farce, which “could be cast without Emily Fox’’—(calamitous neces-
sity!). This was rejected as unworthy, not only of our efforts, but of
the admission to be charged to all except 1909 for the benefit of the
new Gym.
In the midst of the general perplexity, Rockefeller, headed by
energetic Louise Congdon, came to the rescue with a volunteered
translation of Scribe’s play. This was accepted, and when the even-
ing came, it proved, despite Rose’s solemn assertion that the prospect
made her “perfectly petrified with fright,” cheerfully successful.
True, the student spectator missed our pristine stars, Emily Fox and
Terry; but Rose as Gustave de Grignon, the incomparable mixture of
courage and prudence, and Dorothy Merle-Smith as the naive Leonie,
who, when she fell from her horse, could not answer her lover’s
protestations, because, of course, she was unconscious, were unceas-
ingly delightful. It was a bit strange to see Myra in a comparatively
elderly role. La Comtesse d’Autreval is the only really developed
character in the rather sketchy play. Myra represented her well in her
shifting moods, now mildly mocking, now proudly imperious, ever
self-controlled and on the alert, a little egoistic, perhaps, but altogether
charming and insuperable. Marjorie made a perfectly adorable young
hero, whose only perceptible fault was his somewhat wilful indiffer-
ence to his hostess’s charms. The villain and the dragoons added the
proper spice of adventure.
Altogether the class was justified in its pride in its last perform-
ance, a pride tinged a little with sadness, for, like the Countess in the
play, we were soon to yield place to a younger, yet like her, too, we
had only the best of wishes for the future of that other, the class
of 1909. | |
ELEANOR F. RAMBo.
SHenior Receptions
Senior receptions constituted my first social intercourse with Miss
Thomas, and as I walked up the path to Cartref and peeped in the
window to make sure I was not the first arrival, I experienced all the
sensations that one feels in the face of the mysterious and the unknown.
I spent a few minutes in the sacred precincts of the guest room,
putting the last finishing touches to my “best bib and tucker,” and
giving several little pats to the knot which, considering the care ex-
pended on it, should have been Greek enough to grace the head of
Psyche or Mary Waller. Then I descended and made my entry into
the “charmed circle.” Just as soon as I could I made my way to a
safe little corner of the window-seat, there to recuperate from my first
embarrassment and increase my already high temperature by some hot
chocolate. Elsa Norton, my neighbor, was using the back of her
spoon instead of the front, and then was wondering why she didn’t
get any of the delicious coffee. Myra Eliot, resplendent in her new
pearl earrings, was sitting in the center of the room and, wonder
of wonders, was saying nothing. (I am inclined to think her silence
was due, not to fright, but to isolation.) Fanny Passmore, the un-
dauntable, however, was sustaining her reputation. She and the
President were engaged in a lively conversation, and several times
Miss Thomas threw back her head and laughed as heartily as Fanny
did. I wished it were my turn to progress toward the tea table, that
I might enjoy the jokes. All I heard was Fanny’s closing remark:
“Well, I shall see you next Saturday. I hope it will be as pleasant
an occasion as this.”
The arrival of Miss Donnelly and Miss Reilly soon gave us all a
pleasant surprise. Even poor Lucy Carner was delighted, though
every “Lucy” uttered by Miss Thomas sent a nervous thrill through
her. But she escaped the danger of answering when she wasn’t
addressed by betaking herself to the dining-room the first chance she
got. There we all could forget our trials and the epicures of the
class had splendid opportunities.
SARAH GOLDSMITH.
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Punior-Senior Supper lap
Among the ceremonies which we like best to remember as we look
back at all the varying experiences of college years is the Junior-Senior
Supper given to us by the Class of 1909. Because it carried a double
force, perhaps, it seemed peculiarly dear to us. At once a beautiful
thing in itself, appealing on purely zsthetic grounds, it was further
animated by that spirit, too often strikingly absent in ceremonies,
which gave full significance to the exchange of friendly vows and con-
firmed a bond that was already close.
As we think over the evening, the first image that naturally rises
in our memory is the exquisite production of “Romeo and Juliet,”
given by the Class of 1909. One can hardly, in a short space, do
adequate justice to a performance on which so much time and thought
were spent.
Many of us perhaps had not seen “Romeo and Juliet” acted
before, and such, I fancy, will prefer never to have this single im-
pression marred. All other Juliets must seem earthborn beside the
exquisite, youthful elf who whispered her love confession over the bal-
cony of the Capulet mansion in dreamy ecstasy, and made dainty sport
of the old nurse in the palace garden. How stagey would all other
Romeos appear after this ardent lover who put a sincerity of convic-
tion into the music of his lines that made the somewhat pallid hero of
Shakspere a fervent reality! Then there was Mercutio, charming
witty Mercutio, so light and graceful that he seemed to trip across
our vision as airily as his own Queen Mab. There was the crotchety
old nurse, with her giggling attendant, Peter; the partisan retainers
who gave a touch of comedy to the play, while always subordinating
their parts to the chief action. Yet again there was Friar Lawrence,
and the droll Capulets and Montagues, Paris, the chivalrous gentleman,
the heady Tybalt and Benvolio, the loyal friend, with the grim and
ghastly apothecary, each earnest in his role.
Perhaps the most striking feature of the performance was the per-
fection of detail in stage pictures and by-play, and the remarkable
ensemble of the whole caste.
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Yet any summary of the play must seem cold when compared with
our memory image, suffused as it is by the genial spirit that animated
the evening, and intertwined with so many friendly recollections.
The passing of the loving cup from which each Senior and each Junior
plucked a daisy, was a charming symbol of the pleasant associations
that we had gleaned like flowers during the three years over which we
had wandered together. Yet what need to recall a scene that will
linger fondly in the thoughts of each member of the Class of 1908!
AGNES GOLDMAN.
Webhind the Scenes
“When first we came to college we thought everything was
great,” and college business and college affairs seemed carried on
with majestic smoothness. Self-gov. moved in a mysterious way its
business to perform; plays spontaneously kindled those high and puri-
fying passions that lift the individual into the universal. Only through
long experience do you learn the cares and agonies, the heart-burnings
and heart-rendings, the tribulations of mind and body, the stress of
soul, the Sturm und Drang with which these results are obtained.
Look behind the scenes! Before the play such conversation as
this goes on:
Fatty.—“T am the only one here in a good humour. Cad, drop
that hammer.”
Jack.—“‘T’d like to know who’s running this show.”
Cad.—‘Fatty’s lost her temper again.’
Fatty. =e wouldn’t mind the temper if I could only find the
curtain rings.”
D.—“Who’s taken the Princesse lilies ?”
Jack.—“Oh the Bill, we must fix that door. Heavens, there goes
the bell.” |
Between the Acts.
Jack.—‘“Mary, put up that ladder.”
Mary.—‘“Well, I am doing it just as fast as I can, Tack a
Jack. Cad, take down the scenery. Iny, put up the trees. Lyd,
don’t stand there doing nothing.”
D.—‘“Myra, your jewels are in the pickle- jar. Cad, please don’t
move that scarf, it’s just where I want it.” ! i
During the Act.
't lea n on that hedge.’’
goes a tree!”
iahes ‘© help Cal and her train
eavens, Myra’ s coming through!’
at door.”
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But all these griefs seem small when compared perforce with
Self-government.
“Will the meeting please come to order. All matters discussed
are regarded as strictly confidential. I will ask the secretary to read
extracts from the minutes.”
1911 requested that Rule 718 be interpreted in such a way that a
blind musician be allowed to play during the first act of the Freshman
show. Upon Miss Milligan’s objecting that no one would know he
was blind, permission was refused.
The question was brought up as to what and how many presents
could be bestowed upon a student by a member of the faculty, and
whether this constituted a social engagement. Miss Richter reported
to the Board that books, flowers, and candy were allowable, but jewelry
and dish-pans could be given only by a fiance. The question arose
apropos of Miss Mort’s private interviews with a member of the
faculty, but Miss Richter’s timely information exonerated her.
Miss Milligan felt it her conscientious duty to report to the Board
that she had inadvertently gone to bed the night before with nothing
on but her nightgown. She feared that this might establish a prece-
dent which, in a case of sudden illness, might reflect upon the college.
The Board sent her its most formal reprimand.
JACQUELINE P. Morris.
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Senior Class Supper
In looking back upon the maddening throng of events which were
crowded into those four short days of Commencement Week, Senior
Class Supper stands apart as an evening of perfect serenity and hap-
piness. There was no wild rush or false ceremony about it, and con-
tentment was the keynote of the festivity. When the doors of Pem-
broke dining-room were finally closed and for the first and the last
time we were left absolutely alone with no one to watch us or spoil our
sense of complete freedom, a wave of wild hilarity burst forth. Mar-
jorie Young, as toastmistress, encouraged this spirit of gaiety and
good humor, and by her clever arrangement of toasts and informal fun
made the evening one of entire success. Inimitable story-teller always,
she surpassed herself that night, and provoked a gale of laughter each
time she arose to introduce a new speaker. Thus inspired, the toasts
were the best we have ever had, and even Louise Foley made a long
and humorous address without once stopping in terror to ask Martha
what she had planned to say next. Occasional serious moments came
—as once when we sat in absolute silence to hear 1909 sing their
Junior-Senior Supper song on the quiet campus below Pembroke, but
the merriment burst forth all the gayer immediately after, to dry
any hidden tears.
But at last our fun and high spirits were exhausted, and our
march to Rockefeller in the still night, as we sang “Pallas Athena,”
brought us in a fitting frame of mind to the impressive ceremony of
planting the class tree. Advancing one by one from the wide circle
about our elm, we dropped our pennies at the base of the tree while the
class sang its toast of good-fellowship to each in turn. Then in earnest
and solemn tones we sang our class song together, feeling with keen-
ness the actual pain of separation, but realizing for the first time with
surety the greater joy of the friendships which in the days to come
would keep alive our affection and love for Bryn Mawr and for our
class.
JOSEPHINE V. ProuprFir.
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The ~resident’s Luncheon
1908 arrayed itself in such becoming clothes on that memorable
June day, that no one would ever have recognized it. The best indica-
tion of the really extraordinarily impressive appearance it presented
as it started out, was 1908’s own amazement at itself,—for 1908 has
never had a way of manifesting surprise at its own superiority in any
line. For once, however, we were surprised, and we talked about it
a great deal. Perhaps we shall talk about it still, at our tenth reunion.
The President received the decorative Senior Class in Cartreff,
where we chatted for a few minutes before parading to Dolgelly.
There, on the piazza, was the banqueting apparatus, if I may be
allowed the expression, making as delightful a showing as did 1908
itself. A fresh breeze rustled through the trees around the porch, and
the world had a gay look which almost equalled the gewgaws and
laces, and the smiles on the faces, of 1908, Gadzook!
Each of us has our own particular association with that day, I
know, but perhaps the strongest feeling we carried away with us was
a sense of new responsibility. The eagerness with which our sugges-
tions were received by the President, and her discussion of them,
which so often showed that she had already considered the points we
brought up then, made us all realize more than ever her thoughtfulness
and vigilance for the best interest of the college, and our duty as
alumnz to support it and her. We felt then that 1908’s importance
did not cease with graduating, and 1908 has always loved to feel
important.
Who will not remember and applaud the suggestions we made
then? Who does not sympathize with Marjorie’s desire for a package
delivery, for who has not trudged to the station, counting the weary
steps, in the pouring rain or in the sizzling heat? Who has not quailed
before the gruff dragon who guarded our Hallowellian—not Hes-
perian—apples, when he persistently answered “Not here yet, Miss,”
and when you knew they were there?
Who, again, has not looked blankly at the photographs in Taylor,
appealing in vain to marble Pallas Athene for enlightenment, and
longing to know the identity of the coy lady in Room B, who bears so
striking a resemblance, in feature, to our Elocution King?
Of the memories of our last week in college, no one will say that
the President’s Luncheon is least happy. Many, I am sure, think of
it as the best of all. MARGARET CHARLTON LEwIs.
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The Last Class Meeting
The last meeting of the Senior Class was held in Pembroke East
on Friday, June 5th, atg A. M. The president endeavored to preside,
but owing to the early hour and other unusual circumstances the
meeting was an unruly one. The first exception in the usual order of
procedure was the reading of the minutes, an event unheard of in
previous class meetings. To bring an air of familiarity into the
meeting, however, an assessment of a large amount was laid upon the
class. This motion naturally aroused vociferous discussion, in the
process of which it was discovered that wedding presents were one of
the determining factors in necessitating this assessment. Whereupon
Miss Congdon rose with dignity and moved that no member of the
class get married, so that no wedding presents would have to be given.
Nineteen-Eight, displaying its usual broadmindedness and flexibility
of opinion, unanimously passed the motion, and then cast a unanimous
vote defeating it.
The next business was the election of permanent officers. Of
course Josephine Proudfit was elected President, with duties of Secre-
tary. But there seemed to be some doubt as to Treasurer. The candi-
dates, Jack Morris, Margaret Copeland and Louise Hyman, left the
room and spent the time of the election praying quite sincerely for the
success of anyone but their own respective selves. Louise Hyman was
elected. |
The meeting then proceeded to the serious business of life, namely,
reunions. The motion was made and carried that we “‘re-une” in the
first, second, third, fifth, tenth, fifteenth, twentieth, twenty-fifth, thir-
tieth, thirty-fifth, fortieth years, ad infinitum. After that the meeting
degenerated into a contest of voice production, and the last class
meeting, which should have been a serious, weighty affair, broke up in
an atmosphere of unmistakable hilarity.
Louts—E HyMAN.
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Class history
What shall I say in this Class History
When I so many talents do descry
That I, perforce, must needs discriminate
In talking of the virtues of ’08?
In Freshman year one trait began to show—
Our modesty, which, as all classes know,
Sets us apart. You ne’er did hear us say
We were the greatest class for many a day;
But always with meek eyes us walked apart,
Concealed the flutter of each Freshman heart.
Rose, to be sure, did scan sweet Kempie’s face
And Mel watched from afar dear Isi’s grace.
But never did we so ourselves demean
That, like small Scott, we called our Lydies, queen.
In this year too we laid the cornerstone
Of our dramatic fame, when all alone
We left the Students’ Building towering high
And of its story made blood tragedy
To rival Seneca, whose savage hinds
And suicides grim impressed our Freshman minds.
Anon as Sophomores we did all return
To make the Freshman Class meeting adjourn,
And tease the silly things when through the halls
They marched behind ’07—firm as walls,
With Peggy Ayer and Eunice at the head
Shouting “amo, amas,” for the dear red.
*Twas an eventful year from first to last.
We lightly touched on Shakspere as we passed
And thought for our part with great satisfaction
That it displayed most excellent good action.
The tale of May day I shan’t deal with here,
It needs no record, that absurd half-year ;
For some things lie too deep for tears, they say,
Ask Terry—for she knows Miss Donnelay.
go
And here I well might mention by the bye
The English students with standards so high
That, think, we all can see them day by day,
Terry, Louise, and Margaret, and Marthay,
Go trooping down the hill with dignity
To talk with Kitty-Full and have some tea.
(“Obnoxious girls, but 1 require tea.” )
Enough of this, I hear you now exclaim.
So say I too, but still remains a claim.
Junior and Senior years have passed too
And need some comment, though that fact I rue.
Dramatics need small mention, for their fame
Had grown hereditary to our name,
Though Mr. King after the wond’rous feat
Of Romeo, showed us—politely—a back seat.
But ever in our own good estimation
“Princesse Lorraine” will hold the highest station
With spotless sailors, of their rags a-moaning
And Tums and Myra of high passions groaning.
While Nellie Seeds dissolved in tears exclaimed
To all around, she’d never been so pained.
Pained were we all after the play was o’er.
*T was basket-ball—and Martie was no more!
In the Infirmary she did lie and moan
While we remained to face the fight alone.
We won the fight for Martie and the Blue—
To sentimentalize, I leave to you.
With Senior year the hockey victory came,
Lyd added that new honor to our name,
But not for long were we allowed to rejoice;
Stern Duty called us soon, with foreign voice.
Orals of course monopolized our minds,
We sat up late, forgot to draw the blinds.
’Twas spoken of in chapel: Fancy how
The lurking loafers watch you knit your brow!
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We drew the blinds, stopped indoor cheering too,
And so Jack Morris did at last get through
Her orals. And when we all had come out whole
How we our hoops along the roads did roll!
Such dignity we had not hoped to attain
But thought that one year longer we'd remain.
But no, though all too pleasant that might be,
’Tis over now, and we grasp our degree.
So now ’tis time to end this tale of mine
(It’s well, because I’m running out of rhyme)
With the last hope that there may never be
A sad tale to put in our history.
Just say, it seems to us at any rate
No class could ever equal Nineteen-Eight.
LouIsE HyMAN.
Class prophecy
Looking Sforward
It was on my way back from my explorations in Central Asia,
whither I had gone with a band of death-seeking pessimists, in order
to live down the reputation which had been thrust upon me at college,
that I found myself one day wandering idly through a grove on one
of the islands of Greece. Tired by the strain of being continuously
serious during the last long months, I was about to fling myself on
the ground to sleep when a singular apparition confronted me. Not
ten feet away on a little mound sat a tiny wizened old lady in the
strangest of costumes. A garment that had evidently once been the
classic draperies of ancient Greece was now belted in beneath the
arms of this curious creature in a rakish attempt at a Directoire, and
on her head was perched an unmistakable Merry Widow, woven
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entirely of laurel leaves. She greeted me affably and quite as a matter
of course, and bidding me sit down beside her, began to question me
about the fashions of the great world. I was unfortunately unable to
give her the information she demanded, and pleaded my long absence
from civilization as an excuse. She sighed irritably. “I haven’t had
a bit of news since the last of the Vestal Virgins departed in 1908.” I
might have guessed the year by her costume, but her words started
me on a different train of thought. Vestal Virgins and Bryn Mawr
were inextricably connected in my mind and I said as much to the old
lady. At this she sat up quite straight and appeared to grow quite
excited. “I have a grudge against you, then,” said she. “It was in
1908 that we first got wind of the new organisation, and the old Vestal
Virgins threw up their jobs, declaring that they had been at it long
enough, that they had been working overtime, and that the new union
could take their place. Whereupon they eloped with the few surviving
fauns and satyrs and have never been heard of since. It was, I assure
you, quite hard on me.”
“And you?” I queried, “who are you?”
She gazed at me a moment in disdainful surprise. Then she said:
“This is the island of Delphos and I am the Priestess of the Oracle.
You're very ignorant, I see, but I thought you might have known that.”
“T know nothing and you know everything, Priestess,” I began
tactfully for I had a favor to ask. “Can you, then, of your great
wisdom tell me something of the Class of 1908 and why it has been so
unfortunate as to incur your wrath?”
“So many of them have been untrue to their vows,” she answered
tersely. ‘It least 70 per cent have married.”
“Really!” I cried, delighted. “Tell me who.”
The Priestess bent and applied her mouth to a little tube coming
out of the ground beside her, which I noticed now for the first time.
She seemed to be inhaling long draughts of something, and I sat silent,
waiting for her to finish. In a few minutes she sat up again and
- continued our conversation as if it had never been interrupted.
“T can’t begin to tell you of them,” she said. “In the first place
there is Anna Dunham.”
“To whom .’ [began impetuously.
“She is of course happily married to one of her former professors
and the house is now filled with a number of little tenants. Then there
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are others happily married, among them Alice Sachs, Nellie Seeds,
Florence Lexow, Kate Bryan, Madeleine Fauvre, Betty Foster, and of
course Linda Schaeffer. I suppose you have heard about her wedding,
and how for a honeymoon she and her husband swam around Hawaii.
It was quite an event down there I am told. All their friends came out
from the different ports and fed them with olives and doughnuts as
they passed.
“A certain number have, however, naturally come to grief in the
matrimonial way. It’s only poetic justice after breaking their Vestal
vows. Let me see, there is Caroline Schock, her husband never
got over her name, and Adelaide Case, poor thing! her husband
drinks. You can imagine what a blow that is to Adelaide. Mildred
Bishop makes her husband follow her continually around from one
tennis tournament to another. He can’t of course keep up any busi-
ness, and they have to live on what they can get from pawning the
cups she wins.”
Here I broke in and began to ask about various individuals, and
this is what I learned: Mayone Lewis, to my great surprise, had given
up the intellectual life, finding it held no charms for her, and had gone
into business, where she had made millions. Her pictures are now in
every shop window as the inventor of the famous puzzle, “Thirteen
Hippopotamuses in the Bathtub, or Who Has the Stopper?” Ethel
Vick and Annie Jackson had also gone into business—hotel keeping—
and owing to their training in matters of dinners and teas as under-
graduates have made a great success.
Louise Milligan, I learned, had just received her promotion from a
captaincy to a colonelship in the Salvation Army. Margaret Copeland
was so imbued with the spirit of Trophy Club that after her gradua-
tion she became an inveterate souvenir hunter and was lately arrested
for attempting surreptitiously to remove a hair from the head of
George Bernard Shaw as he was addressing a Mothers’ Meeting in
Chicago. Rose Marsh had followed in the footsteps of her mother
and was now President of the Federation of Women’s Clubs, and as
a stump speaker a rival of William Jennings Bryan. Anna Welles had
had a most curious career. She married the Marquis de Tres-Gauche,
a rather dissipated member of the French nobility, in the hope of
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reforming him. The hope proved in vain, and Nanna is now, as report
goes, leading a double life in Paris.
I was shocked and grieved to hear of the unfortunate case of
Dorothy Mort, how she had been taking a walking trip through
Switzerland with a certain gentleman of very euphonious initials, when
down the Alpine Road in a large red touring car, gorgeously dressed,
and with a guitar swung around her shoulders on a scarlet ribbon
came Caroline McCook, plaintively singing a wistful Indian air. She
seized upon Dorothy’s companion and bore him triumphantly away,
leaving the unfortunate maiden to draw from her pocket a little volume
entitled the Song of Life and to seek consolation in Divine Philosophy.
From Caroline my thoughts turned naturally to Dorothy Merle-
Smith. She it seemed had at last succeeded in capturing a duke and
was often heard now, flitting about the ancestral halls of her husband’s
mansion, singing still her favorite little ditty, Prendre un Mari, etc.
When I asked for Mary Waller the Priestess slowly drew a card
from under one of her draperies and handed it to me. It bore the
following inscription:
MARY KIRK WALLER
Baltimore
New York Society Terms
Chicago Reasonable
As for Louise Carey, she it seemed had had three husbands, and
was now resting contentedly on her laurels.
I inquired next about Merion, and was told that Adda Eldredge
and Lydia Sharpless had gone on the ballet stage. I was not surprised.
They are now on the second row—with hopes. Fatty Chambers
attends all their performances as a professional “rooter.” They need
it, and Fatty’s laugh commands a high price.
Martha Plaisted, I learned, had soon tired of teaching and had
accepted an offer with the Orpheum Circuit to tour in a one-act comedy
piece entitled Sweet Silly Cicely. Of course Martha is a success in
whatever she attempts. I believe she thinks of marrying the angel.
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Margaret Franklin, I was glad to hear, had at last achieved her
ambition, and is editing a paper. It is entitled, The Needlewoman’s
Friend, or How to Run a Family on $200 a Year. Louise Hyman
is the first woman to hold a chair in a man’s university. She is the
associate professor in economics at Harvard and could run the depart-
ment if she would accept the proposals of the full professor. She won't
because she is a member of the W. C. T. U. Helen Cadbury is prac-
tically carrying the weight of the endowment fund by the series of
Bryn-Mawr-Bread-and-Butteries she has established along the Main
Line. Cad, with her usual capability, makes all the sandwiches her-
self, and there is a motor constantly waiting to carry her from one
establishment to another.
Jacqueline Morris is heir presumptive for the presidency—of
Bryn Mawr, not the United States. Marjorie Young found she so
enjoyed persuading people to spend their money that she went into
the life insurance business, and is one of the most successful agents
in the country.
Poor Anna Carrere had had the hardest time of all. I learned
that she had fulfilled her dearest wish and married into the army.
There, however, she was so poor that she had to take in sewing in order
to keep herself supplied with Irish lace, and the strain rather unbal-
anced her mind. She was heard one day to remark that she was tired
of trying to keep brass bands in their place with brass buttons, and
shortly after committed suicide.
After this sad tale I was glad to hear that Frances Passmore had
passed her bar examinations and won quite a name for herself in the
profession. ;
It was even better to hear the good news about Louise Congdon.
She is running a thriving baby-farm in the West, and taking an infinite
amount of pleasure in it. The reports about Margaret Lewis were less
pleasing. She spent three years studying for a Ph.D. and just before
her thesis was completed eloped with a long-haired impressionistic
artist. I was surprised to learn that Hazel Whitelaw was not married.
Three times she had been engaged, but her insuperable conscientious-
ness caused her to break the engagement each time because she was
still behind hand in her exercise and felt it imprudent to undertake any
new responsibilities. She is now on a walking trip in the Himalayas.
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Emily Fox found that neither society nor the drama offered a
sufficient field for her talents, so she went on the operatic stage, and of
course is felt by all to be a great addition to the musical world.
Another friend who had turned to music was Virginia McKenney, who
is now a well-known virtuoso on the ukulali.
When I asked what Louise Foley was doing there was no answer.
I repeated my question several times but the Priestess remained silent.
Finally, “Why do you say nothing?” I asked, exasperated. ‘Because
it’s true,” replied my interlocutress, and I understood.
It was with some trepidation that I inquired about Josephine
Proudfit, but I was pleased with the reply. It appeared that she had in
turn refused two positions as Dean, one as Professor of Economics and
one as President in various Western colleges, because, as she said, she
had already been President of the Class of 1908 and did not care to
lower her standard.
For some time the Priestess was reticent on the subject of Myra
Elliot. Then she said she would tell me about her in confidence, and I
am doing the same here. Myra, it seems, spurred on by an unusually
histrionic instinct, made herself up to resemble a certain lady of dis-
tinction at Bryn Mawr, whom she had often imitated, and entered a
roomful of students with a characteristic nervous shrug and slight
stammer. Instead of being met by laughter and applause, she was
astonished to see the company rise, suddenly subdued, to its feet.
Intoxicated by her success she continued coolly to play the part even
when the original herself came in to discover her. Her coolness won
the day. She was adjudged “the real thing,” and returning to Low
Buildings, continued the academic work of the unfortunate lady who
was doomed to wander over the world, henceforth as an imposter.
I was so stunned by this story of Myra’s ingenuity that for a
moment I shut my eyes and silently contemplated the idea. When I
opened them again, to my horror the Priestess was gone.
“But the others,” I cried. You haven’t told me of many—of
Melaine Atherton or Anna King or ” I stopped, for there was
no answer. In despair I put my ear to the tube, which still remained
sticking up out of the ground. There was a faint sound below, and
with a last hope I called down: ‘Priestess, oh Priestess, won’t you
please tell me——.” But here I stopped, for faintly from very far
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came the unmistakable words in the universal nasal twang of the
operator :
“Line is busy! Please ring off! Line is busy. Hang up the
phone.”
THERESA HELBURN.
Margaret’s Muest
There is a Horribly Conscientious Woman, a Most Muscular
Female, named Margaret, who belongs to the glorious Class of 1908.
Being a Most Energetic Diligent Body, and not Liking to Shirk, she
Accomplishes Wonderful Jobs and, as she Can Jump Gracefully, she
Helps Run Gym. For this reason, and because she is Gentle and
Winning and Merion’s Chief Comfort, she is selected to Make Count-
less Journeys to get money for the new Gym.
At Haverford College she meets a Literary Freak who Masters
Lexicons, Elects Divers Grammars and So Seldom Giggles that to our
Man-Killing Westerner, an Eager Little Chatterbox, who is the bane
of the Virtuous Selfgov Monitor, he seems to be An Emptyhead. He
presents to her a Much Beloved Classmate who is Seeking Missionary
Success, but being a Most Reposeful Mortal, he is Too Dreadfully
Meek to suit A Giottoesque Woman, who is after something more
substantial than Many Smiles Delightful.
Temperamentally Happy, however, she Maintains Cheerfuiness,
and taking Many Fussy Clothes, proceeds to West Point, for she
Adores Many Cadets and hopes she Can Find Suitors. Here a Loving
Coddler, Constantly Aspiring Matrimony, Manifests Great Admira-
tion. He Adores Margaret Devotedly and cries, “Angelic Woman,
you areO. K. Do Be Mine Is My Request.” Ever Politely Virtuous
she Manifests Much Kindness, for she is A Tender Critic in Judging
People’s Morals, but Makes a Kick and utters Musical Yells, as she
Always Knows a Facetious Creature and Loathes Commonness.
Again unsuccessful, but Ever Freshly Radiant, she goes to Har-
vard. Here she encounters a Learned Prudent Senior with a Fiery
Pate, who Does Marks Justice in his Many Pursuits, for he C onstantly
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Favours Languages, Loves Equations Rapturously and Argues
Gravely that Mathematics Kindle Fame. He is also a Most Rabid
Biologist, of a Deeply Scientific nature, in short, a Microscopic
Marvel. But no money here, as a Nearly Married Socialist, Mentally
Luxuriantly Fertile, Enjoys Admonishing Frequently against such
enterprises.
Ever Flooding Sunshine she proceeds to Yale Always Smiling.
An Extremely Healthy, Hockey Smiter of Much Nice Weight who
From Mississippi Wandered meets her at the train. Though he
Detests Digging, he is Large Minded and does Much Class-book
Labor and is Justly Very Popular, Rousing Great Merriment by
Mimicking Everbody.
Ever Heartily Bright she Labored Hard for the Gym., but realiz-
ing that she has too Darn Many Suitors, the Merry Westerner, Heeds
Venus Now, Keeps Her Beau and Lives Remarkably Calmly for ever
after.
FRANCES PASSMORE.
Sentor Pear
ibockep
1908 vs. 1909 and 1910.
1908. 1909. IgI0.
2 Heke F. Brown H. Hardenbergh
M. Washburn S. Putnam M. Ashley
J. Morris A. Platt M. Kirk (Capt.)
J. Griffith — A. Whitney F. Hearne
H. Cadbury K. Ecob J. Thompson
M. Copeland H. Crane G. Kingsbacher
L. Sharpless (Capt.) M. Nearing (Capt.) E. Denison
M. Young C. Wesson K. Rotan
H. Schmidt C. Goodale S. Allinson
L. Hyman J. Doe E. Walker
M. Plaisted E. Holt M. Worthington
Scores
November 11—Vs. 1909, won by 1908, score 6-2.
November 13—Vs. 1909, won by 1908, score 4-2.
November 19—V’s. 1910, tie, 3-3.
November 25—l’s. 1910, won by 1908, score 4-2.
December 11—Vs. 1910, won by 1908, score 4-3.
Wasket-Wall
1908 vs. 1909.
1908 1909
Plaisted (Copeland) Belleville
Morris Smith
Richter Crane
Young Platt
Hyman Wesson
Cadbury Ecob
Sharpless Holt
Washburn Allen
Chambers Watson
First game, May 4th—Score, 17-6 in favor of 1908.
Second game, May 6th—Score, 16-13 in favor of 1908.
Finals with 1910—May 13th, 6-3 in favor of 1908; May 16th,
13-2 in favor of 1908.
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Parsity Hockey
| Senior Bear
L. Sharpless ( Capt.) M. Nearing
T. Helburn M. Copeland
M. Kirk M. Young
J. Morris H. Schmidt
M. Washburn M. Plaisted
H. Cadbury
Subs. from 1908: Griffith, Hyman.
Scores
November 2—Bryn Mawr vs. Moorestown, won by Bryn Mawr, 9-1.
November 8—Bryn Mawr vs. Belmont, won by Bryn Mawr, 9-4.
November 16—Bryn Mawr vs. Merion, tie, 2-2.
December 2—Bryn Mawr vs. Philadelphia, won by Bryn Mawr, 2-1.
Parsity Wasket-Wall
Game played June 3d.
Morris
Belleville
Plaisted (Capt. )
Young
Cadbury
Wesson
Sharpless
Washburn
Kingsbacher
Won by the Varsity, 6-4.
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Calendar of Sentor Wear
October 18—Reception to 1911.
October 26—First French Oral. ”
November 2—First German Oral.”
November 2, 8—Varsity Hockey.
November 11, 13——Preliminary Class Hockey Games.
November 14—First Class Tea.
December 9, 11—Final Class Hockey Games.
February 28—Debate with 1909.
March 20—Announcement of European Fellowship.
April 6—First Senior Singing on Taylor Steps.
April 11—Bataille des Dames.
April 28—First President’s Reception.
May 1—May Day Celebration.
May 1—Announcement of Graduate Scholarships and Prizes.
May 2—Concert by Glee and Mandolin Clubs.
May 6-16—Class Basket-ball.
May 9—Last Oral and Hoop-rolling.
May 9—‘“The Importance of Being Earnest.”
May 15—Junior-Senior Supper.
May 16—Visit of Peace Conference.
May 18—Senior Day.
May 20-30—Finals.
May 31—Baccalaureate Sermon by Rev. Hugh Black.
June 1—Class Supper.
June 2—Senior Bonfire.
June 3—Varsity Basket-Ball.
June 3—College Breakfast.
June 3—Garden Party.
June 4—Conferring of Degrees.
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Scholarships
EtHet Brooks, City Scholarship 1904-07.
Heten Capsury, Foundation Scholarship 1904-06.
ELizaBetH CrAwForp, Lower Merion High School Scholarship
1904-05, Maria Hopper Scholarship 1905-06. vA
MARGARET FRANKLIN, First Bryn Mawr Matriculation Scholarship
for Middle and Southern States 1901-02, Bryn Mawr School
Scholarship 1902-03, 1904-07.
MaBEL FREHAFER, City Scholarship 1904-07.
SarAu GOLDSMITH, City Scholarship 1904-07.
Mary A. Kinstey, City Scholarship 1906-08.
MayonE Lewis, Trustees’ Scholarship 1904, James E. Rhoads
Sophomore Scholarship.
C. FLorENcCE Lexow, Second Bryn Mawr Matriculation Scholarship
for the Middle and Southern States 1900-01.
LouisE MiLxican, First Bryn Mawr Matriculation Scholarship for
the Western States.
MaArGareET Morais, First Bryn Mawr Matriculation Scholarship for
the New England States.
Heten V. Nortu, City Scholarship 1904-08.
MarTHA PLaisteD, Maria Hopper Scholarship 1905-06, Mary E.
Stevens Scholarship 1906-07. ,
ELEANOR RAmBo, City Scholarship 1904-08.
Louise Roserts, James E. Rhoads Junior Scholarship.
SARAH SANBORNE, Trustees’ Scholarship 1904-08.
NELLIE SEEDS, City Scholarship 1904-08.
LypIA SHARPLESS, Foundation Scholarship 1905-08.
Louise P. Smirn, Second Bryn Mawr Matriculation Scholarship for
- New York, New Jersey and Delaware 1904-05, Maria Hopper
Scholarship 1905-06, Anna M. Powers Scholarship, and James
E. Rhoads Junior Scholarship 1906-07.
DorotHy Straus, First Bryn Mawr Matriculation Scholarship for
New York, New Jersey and Delaware.
ANNA WELLES, Second Bryn Mawr Matriculation Scholarship for
the Middle and Southern States.
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Class Addresses
MELANIE G. ATHERTON, 36 West River Street, Wilkes Barre.
ETHEL BEGGs, 55 Hamilton Avenue, Columbus, O.
~ K HELEN BERNHEIM Rotu (Mrs. Albert Roth), Wyndham Avenue,
Avondale, Cincinnati, Ohio.
VioLET BEsLEy, 399 Ontario Street, Chicago, III.
Estecia M. D. BiepensBacu, 700 N. McKean St., Butler, Pa.
MiLprep REMSEN BisuHop, 986 Jefferson Avenue, Detroit, Mich.
ETHEL Brooks, 711 N. Forty-third Street, Philadelphia.
HENRIETTA Bryan, 42 South Battery, Charleston, S. C.
~X Kate H. Bryan, 42 South Battery, Charleston, S. C. i
Evsie Harriett Bryant, 234 Maple Avenue, Oak Park, III.
HELEN Cappury, Haverford, Pa.
Louise Carey, Evergreen, W. North Avenue, Baltimore.
Lucy R. CarNER, 300 E, Market Street, York, Pa.
ANNA MERVEN CarRERE, White Plains, N. Y.
ADELAIDE TEAGUE CASE, 309 W. gist St., New York.
Mary CusuHineG Case, 309 W. gist St., New York.
XEpirH CHAMBERS, Media, Pa.
S
X LoutsE Conepon, 1427 Judson Ave., Evanston, IIl.
MarGARET Boyp CopELAND, Winnetka, Ill.
EL1zABETH LoNG CrawrForpD, West Conshohocken, Pa.
DorotHy DawzeELt, 478 Main St., Walton, Mass.
Heten Duptey, 1619 Indiana Ave., Chicago, IIl.
MARGARET STEELE DUNCAN, 3084 Poplar St., Philadelphia.
Anna Mary Dunuam, Hubbard’s Woods, Il.
Appa Evprence, Marquette, Mich.
Myra ELtiot, 2107 Pine St., Philadelphia.
MADELEINE Maus Favuvre, 28 W. North St., Indianapolis, Ind.
Louise Fotry, 236 Summit Ave., St. Paul, Minn.
Exrzasetu ANpros Foster, Glendale Road, Sharon, Mass.
EmIty Reap Fox, Logan Station, Philadelphia, Pa.
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MarGarEt Lapp FRANKLIN, 103 W. Monument St., Baltimore, Md.
MABEL KATHRYN FREHAFER, 119 E. Mt. Airy Ave., Mt. Airy, Pa.
EvELyYN DuNN GARDNER, 2402 Avenue I, Galveston, Tex.
AGNES GOLDMAN, 132 E. 7oth St., New York.
SARAH SANSON GOLDSMITH, 1932 N. 19th St., Philadelphia, Pa.
HELEN RimpENouR GREELEY, 4833 Woodlawn Ave., Chicago, II.
CORNELIA JEANNETTE GRIFFITH, Utica, N. Y. :
“Mary STEVENS Hammonp (Mrs. O. H. Hammond), 34 W. 53d St.,
New York.
HELEN Harrincton, Sherwood, Old Point, Va.
THERESA HELBURN, 310 Commonwealth Ave., Boston, Mass.
Emity Hoyt, 424 School Lane, Germantown, Pa.
Louise Hyman, 49 W. 56th St., New York.
ANNE WARREN JACKSON, 1301 Market St., Wilmington, Del.
“s MARGUERITE JAcoBs Horn (Rev. Mrs. William Horn), Mt. Airy, Pa.
Dorotuy May Jones, 138 S. Main Ave., Scranton, Pa.
MARGARET SPARHAWK JONES, 1814 Pine St., Philadelphia, Pa.
Maset MATTHEWSON KEILLER, 2037 N. 63d St., Overbrook, Pa.
OLIvE MINArRD KELLEY, 18 Elizabeth St., Port Jervis, N. Y.
MARGARET YSEULT KENT, 5300 Wakefield St., Germantown, Pa.
ANNA KING, Stamford, Conn.
$Mary ANDERSON KINSLEY, 5916 Master St., Philadelphia.
MarGARET CHARLTON Lewis, 44 Highland St., New Haven, Conn.
MayoneE LEwis, 4324 Pine St., Philadelphia.
~ *FRANCES CRANE LEATHERBEE (Mrs. Robert Leatherbee), West New-
ton, Mass. }
CAROLINE FLORENCE LExow, 722 St. Mark’s Ave., Brooklyn, N. Y.
Rose GuTHrRIE Marsu, Woodland Road, Pittsburgh, Pa.
MARGARET RYERSON Maynarp, 84 S. Broadway, Nyack, N. Y.
XACaroLinE ALEXANDER McCook, 10 W. 54th St., New York.
VIRGINIA Spotswoop McKENNEY, 19 Union St., Petersburg, Va.
Haze ALLEN McLane, Milford, N. H.
A Dororny Merte-Smitu, 29 W. 54th St., New York.
LouIsE MILiican, 1409 N. Delaware St., Indianapolis, Ind.
_ =JSRacHEL BicELOw Moore, 50 Prospect St., Somersworth, N. H.
JAcQUELINE Pascat Morris, 1619 Arch St., Philadelphia.
MarGareT Morris, Edgehill Road, New Haven, Conn.
DorotHy BrowNLow Mort, 55 Edmund Place, Detroit, Mich.
Tracy Dickinson Myceatt, 507 W. 138th St., New York.
STELLA NATHAN, 3217 Clifford St., Philadelphia.
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KHELEN VIRGINIA NortH, 1625 S. Broad St., Philadelphia.
YNELLIE SEEDS NEARING (Mrs. Scott Nearing), 5222 Laurens St.,
Germantown, Pa.
FRANCES PassMorE, 410 Clifton Ave., Minneapolis, Minn.
YX Martua PLalistep, Sweet Briar, Va.
MARGARET WYCLIFFE PRESTON, 200 Market St., Lexington, Ky.
x sitvigioenphet VooRHEES PROUDFIT, 113 West Washington Ave., Madi-
son, Wis.
% ISABELLA May PyFer (Mrs. Pyfer), Norristown, Pa.
ELEANOR FERGUSON RAMBO, 1920 N. Camac St., Philadelphia.
Ina May RIcHTER, Santa Barbara, Cal.
Louise EL1zABETH RoseErts, 1143 N. 62d St., Overbrook, Pa.
ALICE SACHS, 21 E. 65th St., New York.
SARAH MINTER SANBORNE, Hamilton Court, Philadelphia.
XETHELINDA FLORENCE SCHAEFFER, Box 187, Honolulu, Hawaiian ©.
Islands.
HELEN SCHMIDT, 157 Dithridge St., Pittsburgh, Pa.
MWACAROLINE FRANCK SCHOCK, Mt. Joy, Pa.
X Lyp1a TRIMBLE SHARPLEsS, Haverford, Pa.
HELEN SHERBERT, 1800 N. Calvert St., Baltimore, Md.
LouIsE PETTIBONE SMITH, Winchester Center, Conn.
Dorotuy StRAuvs, care Philip Straus, 11 S. Williams St., New York.
Ura Suzuk1, 16 Gobau Cho, Kojimachi, Tokio, Japan.
ELEANOR VALLELY, 3452 S. Flower St., Los Angeles, Cal.
ETHEL Puituips Vick, Bristol, Pa.
MarGARET ViLas, Madison, Wis.
LuURENA GROESBECK WALLACE, Narberth, Pa.
XMarjorre Newton WALLACE, 140 Raymond Ave., South Orange,
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MARY fa Watter, Auvergne, River Forest, Ill.
ANNE GARRETT WALTON, Media, Pa.
MARGARET WASHBURN, 2218 First Ave., South, Minneapolis, Minn.
ANNA WELLES, 92 Ave. Henri Martin, Paris, France.
% Haze. Cooper WHITELAW, 2536 Euclid Ave., Cleveland, Ohio.
Fanny May WITHERSPOON, Meridian, Miss.
Brancue Wo tr, 1607 N. Broad St., Philadelphia.
Grace ADELINE WOODLETON, 307 W. 93d St., New York.
Marjorie YounG, 294 Ashmont St., Boston, Mass.
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GEORGE A. BARTON. ROBERT M. JOHNSTON, JosEPH W. W ARREN.
SABEL MADDISON. Cartes M. ANprews. ANNA BELLE LAWTHER.
Davip Lucien FOoutet. ALBERT SCHINZ,
Davip Irons. Grorce W. T. WHITNEY. James H. Levusa.
WILMER FRANCE WRIGHT,
JosePpH WRIGHT,
CarL JESSEN. CLARENCE ASHLEY,
HERMANN COLLITZ.
HeEeven’ Stronc Hoyt, CLARENCE CARROLL CLARK.
SAMUEL ARTHUR KING FLORENCE Bascom. BenJAMIN Le Roy MILter.
ARTHUR LESLIE WHEELER, TENNEY FRANK, CaroLtinr LovisE RANSOM
Roy SMITH,
LiInpLEY Murray KEASBY. Henry RayMonp MussEy, W.
JAMES BARNES, Davin W. Horn. RicHArp THAYER HOoLproox.
REILLY.
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Edwin R. Dodge
Successor to
CHARLES DENNELER & SON
Manufacturer of
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N. W. CORNER
ELEVENTH and SANSOM STS.
PHILADELPHIA
TELEPHONES
16 Bryn Mawr 166 Bryn Mawr
FRANK W. PRICKITT, Ph. G.
APOTHECARY
ESTABLISHED 1885
Two Sto res
BRYN MAWR ROSEMONT
He is the authorized Apothecary for the College
and Students.
McClees Galleries
1411 Walnut Street
OPPOSITE BELLEVUE-STRATFORD
PHILADELPHIA
Picture Dealers and
Frame Manufacturers
JOHN S. TROWER
Caterer aud
Cuntfertinuer
5706 Main St., Germantown, Phila.
PHONE, GTN. 1480
GIRARD F. ARMATO
LADIES’ TAILOR
RIDING HABITS
Jackets, Top Coats, Golf and Walking Suits
MANTEAUX A SPECIALTY
1510 Chestnut Street, Philadelphia
DREKA
Fine Stationery and Engraving House
1121 Chestunt Street Philadelphia
STATIONERY
DANCE PROGRAMMES
BANQUET MENUS
VISITING CARDS
RECEPTION and
WEDDING INVITATIONS
SPECIAL ORIGINAL DESIGNS FURNISHED UPON REQUEST
ONLY FIRST-CLASS WORKMANSHIP AND QUALITY
AT MODERATE PRICE
CAPITAL AUTHORIZED $1,000,000 CAPITAL PAID IN $500,000
SURPLUS ALL EARNED, $175,000
Tradesmen’s Trust Company
Chestnut and Juniper Streets
MOST CONVENIENT BANKING LOCATION IN THE CITY OF PHILADELPHIA
HEART OF THE SHOPPING DISTRICT
CHECK ACCOUNTS, 2 per cent. interest on daily balances averaging $100.
SAVING FUND ACCOUNTS
34 per cent. interest, subject to 10 days’ notice for withdrawal. __ 5;
Sate rentals range from $3.00 to $150.00 per annum according to size and location.
President, PETER BOYD Vice-President and Treasurer, LEWIS K. BROOKS
Secretary and Assistant Greasurer, LEWIS B. HARVEY
We invite inspection of our plant and facilities. LET US HAVE YOUR SAVINGS ACCOUNT.
BAILEY, BANKS & BIDDLE COMPANY
DIAMOND MERCHANTS JEWELERS STATIONERS
Makers of emb'ems for the leading Universities, Schools and Colleges. Special designs
and estimates for Class Rings, Emblems, Ath'etic Trophies and Medals free on request.
“COLLEGE AND SCHOOL EMBLEMS”
An illustrated catalogue showing newest designs in high-grade College and Fraternity
Pins, Medals, Rings, Fobs and Novelties, mailed free ofi request.
1218, 1220, 1222 CHESTNUT STREET PHILADELPHIA
ABOUT DRY CLEANING If the gown or robe-is soiled or shirt waist
stained, don’t conclude that it is of no further
use and must be thrown away. Rather consider that the majority of goods are in
this condition when received and that Dry Cleaning removes just such defects and
makes them like new. ESTABLISHED 1819
Barrett, Nephews €» Co.
OLD STATEN ISLAND DYEING ESTABLISHMENT
1225 Chestnut Street, Philadelphia, Pa.
TELEPHONE, 48-47 Filbert
Hoseph Airich
LADIES’ TAILOR AND FURRIER
1212 WALNUT STREET
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In our stock of imported fabrics you will find all the latest designs and colorings.
Going to Europe every year we are in position to show the most advanced styles.
Cut, fit and workmanship of the highest class.
Our fur department will embrace the choicest selection of skins from which orders
will be taken.
Ready-to-wear furs in neck pieces, muffs and coats, in unique and original designs
made under our special supervision.
of,
l2i2 WALNUT STREET, PHILADELPHIA
LADIES’ WAISTS, CORSETS
GRAHAM BROTHERS AND NECK WEAR
MADE TO ORDER
S. E. Cor, Brooklyn and Ogden Sts., West Philadelphia
Bell Phone, Preston 58-360 Keystone Phone, West 305 “
MuConkey's
Millinery
Ice Cream Salon
ALL FLAVORS 123 South 11th Street
Manufacturers of
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llth above Walnut Importers
si.veR Jewelry Costuming Goto
Making harmony of color and design between the gown and the ornament
that adorns it, is our specialty.
Rings, Bracelets, Buckles, Necklaces, Pendants, Earrings, Combs, Brooches, Etc.
Chinese Seal Ring Chinese Seal Rin
14 kt. and 24 kt. Good Luck—Long Life
Chinese Floral mr Chinese Floral hh
Set with Jade, Coral, Tur- Set with Jade, Coral, Tur- .
goin Matrix, Pearl, Lapis quoise, Lapis Lazuli, Opal,
azuli, Opal, Etc. Etc.
Silver Pendant. Set with
Amethyst, Topaz, Lapis,
Amazonite, Aventurine.
Silver Pendant. Set with
Egyptian Pivot Ring. Topaz, Amethyst, Etc,
Setiwith Lapis Scarab, Roman Filigree aoe
Topaz Scarab, Amethyst Set with Coral,} Jade, Tur-
Scarab, Amazonite Scarab, quoise, Lapis Lazuli, Etc,
evens Pivot Ring
with a smaller Scarab.
Another view of
Egyptian Pivot
Ring. ‘ Ee
Hand Made Filigree Belt-Buckle. and Made Filigree Bracelet.
Set with Stones to match your Costume. Set with Amethyst, Topaz, Jade.
Unique Designs made to your order by Oriental Workmen
ORIENTAL ART-OBJECTS, SILVER, BRONZE, PORCELAIN, IVORY, BRASS
VAN DUSEN & STOKES CO.
, Oriental Jewelers
1123 Chestnut Street Philadelphia, Pa.
Van Horn & Son
1128 WALNUT ST. 121 N. NINTH ST.
PHILADELPHIA, PA.
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Theatrical, Historical and Bal Masque Costumes and
Supplies, to order or on tempting renting terms.
Students’ patronage solicited.
Goods sent anywhere in United States or Canada.
SUCCESS is based on small things properly at-
tended to. There is no detail of our
business too small to receive prompt and careful
attention. As an example we would mention our
Repairing Department. While the individual items
may be small yet we are always pleased to attend to
them. We satisfy thousands both as to reasonable
charges and promptness,
RALPH BINDER
Importer of Diamonds Artistic Jewelry, Watches
lith ABOVE CHESTNUT STREET
NEXT TO CORNER
BELL PHONE, WALNUT 37444
Mik kal
LADIES
1 PAL Oe
HABITS ano
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248 S. TWELFTH STREET
PHILADELPHIA
Established 1864 "Phones
Blanks’
ICE CREAMS PASTRIES CAKES
FRUITS LUNCHEON
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1024-1026 Chestnut Street, Philadelphia
J. ©. Bentley Co.
Art sleedle Work
Designing and Stamping
Embroidery and Embroidery
Materials
812 ARCH STREET
Lessons given in
Embroidery
ROLAND ALTEMUS ROBERT E. ALTEMUS
President & Treasurer Secretary
Altemus & Co.
ees [INCORPORATED —
Blank Book Makers, Station-
ers, Printers, Lithographers
Loose Leaf Devices: : :: :
33 & 35 §. FOURTH ST. : PHILADELPHIA
BOTH PHONES
JOHN E. FITZGERALD
Sish
Mypsters, Lobsters
Crahs, &c.
PHILADELPHIA, PA.
TERMINAL
MARKET
TRNKA and KOLAR
Ladies’ Cailors and
abit Makers
1126 WALNUT STREET
S
Ladies’ tailor-made garments
exclusively for walking, calling,
driving, riding and the
automobile.
ROTHSCHILD'S
Millinery Parlor
Where You Will Find
THE PROPER HAT
At the Right Price
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137 South Twelfth Street
PHILADELPHIA
EVERYTHING THE BEST. IN
Hlants and Flouers
SPECIALTIES
$1.00 and $2.00 Boxes Cut Flowers and
Commencement Bouquets
ROBERT KIFT.
1725 CHESTNUT ST., PHILA.
The “MARIE ANTOINETTE LORGNON” and the
“MERRIE WIDOW HAT”
We sell the former in gold, silver-and gun metal. |
complete list, with illustrations, sent on application.
BONSCHUR & HOLMES, Opticians
1533 Chestnut Street,
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Philadelphia
K. & E. HOFFMEISTER
Dealers in Hair Goods of
The Finest Grade
124 SOUTH THIRTEENTH STREET
sa ea aS
Hair Fluff Powder
Removes superflu-
a 50 ous oil from the
Shad Cents hair and leaves it
= fluffy and glossy.
PRICE, 25 CENTS
Additional Hair
Switches, from - - $2.50 up
Pompadour Cushions. 1.50 “
Finger Pufis- - - | 50“
HUDSON
IMPORTER AND MAKER
Gowns and
Blouses
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Ladies’ Tailoring
1115 WALNUT STREET
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An immense variety of
pictures for refined homes.
any are rare, all are
beautiful.
FRAMES REGILDED
Artistic Framing
at moderate prices
Schvibal’s
Art Shop 18N. 9th St.
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PICTURES
We make a specialty of framing class pictures, diplomas, &c.
GRADUATION GIFTS
We know how to stretch parchments that prevents wrinkling.
How TO SAVE Buyine NEW GLOTHES
Many a Man and Woman is trying to solye this problem
at the present time.
The ANSWER
Send your old clothes to be cleansed and refinished, You will he sur-
prised at the results. Many an old suit soiled and wrinkled and
seemingly unfit for wear can be made fresh
and clean and really almost new by our pro-
cesses. Very faded suits can be DYED, but
we advise cleansing where possible.
LEWANDO’S cucanseas’ ano overs
1633 Chestnut Street, Philadelphia
ALSO
BOSTON NEWYORK WASHINGTON HARTFORD NEWHAVEN PROVIDENCE
| A. D. REESE |
DEALER IN THE FINEST
QUALITY OF
Beef, Veal, Mutton, Lamb & Smoked Meats
1203 FILBERT STREET
PHILADELPHIA
TELEPHONE CONNECTION
J. Le BORSCH & ©o.
Opticians
1324 WALNUT ST.
217 S. 9th ST.
PHILADELPHIA
Makers of perfect fitting Spectacles and
Eye Glasses in all the latest approved styles
OPERA GLASSES : THERMOMETERS ; LORGNETTES
PATENTEES .OF- THE KRYPTOK BIFOCAL
Henry R.
Hallowell & Son
Hot House and
Imported
Fancy Frutts
The Real Estate Trust Co. Building
Broad and Chestnuts Streets
Philadelphia
ESil A BLS BE Dy 18 )3:0
BROADBENT
COMEAN Y
N. E. Corner
Fifteenth and Chestnut Streets
Elevator, 41 S. Fifteenth
Street
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STUDENTS’ RATES
PHILADELPHIA, PA.
Boys’ and Misses’ Sailor Suits a Specialty.
Ladies’ Tailor Made Suits and Riding Habits.
Boys’ and Young Men's Norfolk, Sack and Tuxedo
Suits,
MADE TO ORDER ONLY. NO AGENCIES,
Peter Thomson
aval and
Werchant Cailor
1118 Walnut Street, Philadelphia
14 and 16 W. 33d St., New York
ESTABLISHED 1867
Blakes’
906 ARCH STREET
SECOND FLOOR
oe
Ladies’ and Gents’ hats of every description
cleaned or dyed and put in
latest Paris styles.
oo
Panamas a Specialty
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Feathers cleaned, dyed and curled
ALL WORK GUARANTEED
Cuban bleach used only
George Allen
Importer of
Fine Millinery, Ribbons,
Silks, Velvets and
Straw Braids
se
Notions - Yarns
Buttons Handkerchiefs
Toilet Articles Corsets |
Dress Trimmings Embroideries
Zephyrs Shirt Waists
Toweling and White Goods
Cambric, Muslin and Merino Underwear
Hosiery
Silk and Moreen Petticoats
Infants’ Wear
Paris Philadelphia
3, Rue Bleue 1214 Chestnut St.
N. Stetson & Co.
1111 Chestnut Street
Philadelphia
Steinway
and other
JMianos
| | Shoes of Individuality for
| HOSIERY Young Women
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CORRECT STYLES, GOMBINING
ANG... TASTE AND COMFORT TO A DEGREE
ATTAINED BY NO OTHERS.
SHOES | J. & T. COUSINS, 1226 chestnut St.
— ONLY SALESROOM IN PHILADELPHIA
POWERS
Zs HARNESS
} In conjunction with our
( saitiery and Leather
Goods Stores, we have estab-
lished a repair department for
Trunks, Bags, Suit Cases, ete.
We employ experts, who do the
work in a first-class manner. We
call for and deliver all such articles.
Edward L. Powers
The Main Line’s headquarters for
TRUNKS, BAGS and SUIT CASES,
‘ of thoroughly reliable makes, fo-
fa , ether with a fine assoriment of
4 oyu wt Harness, Saddlery, etc. All prices
(ain
903-905 Lancaster Ave., Bryn Mawr
PHONE 473
Girls’ and Misses’ Tailoring.
Suitings $30 upward.
Hats, Waists, Furnishings.
W. H. EMBICK & SONS
1618-20-28 CHESTNUT ST.
DOLLARD &CO.
127 S. 12th STREET PHILADELPHIA
Ladies’ Hair Dressing.
Children’s Hair Cutting.
Gentlemen’s Hair Cutting.
Manufacturers of
Fine Wigs, Toupees, Braids, Bangs,
Curls, Etc.
Manicure, Chiropodist, Vibratory Massage
DOLLARD’S SUPERIOR PREPARATIONS FOR
THE HAIR. HERBANIUM EXTRACT AND
REGENERATIVE CREAM. Telephone
FRANK J. MEYERS
Bookbinder
ee 1017 ARCH STREET
NEATLY PHILADELPHIA
SCHREIBER & KERR
LADIES’ TAILORS AND HABIT MAKERS
16290 CHESTNUT STREET
PHILADELPHIA
The Leading Riding Habit Makers
in Philadelphia
HABITS OF MILLED TWEEDS AND MELTONS. GABERDEENS, ASSAM
SILK AND LINENS MADE FOR USE IN THE SADDLE. PERFECT-
FITTING, ROAD, SAFETY AND DIVIDED SKIRTS. RIDING BREECHES,
FANCY WAISTCOATS. THE NEW LONG COAT AND BREECHES FOR
ASTRIDE RIDING. DUST AND RAIN-PROOF GARMENTS FOR THE
AUTOMOBILE, YACHTING AND OUT-DOOR USE. PLAIN TAILORED
GOWNS FOR MORNING WEAR. TRIMMED GOWNS, TOP COATS.
WOMEN’S AND MISSES’
Tailoring
HABITS, GOWNS, TOP COATS, WAISTS
WADE CORSETS
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1732 Chestnut Street
Philadelphia
GET YOUR MUSICAL WANTS SUPPLIED AT
Ditson’s
The leading distributors of Music and Musical Instruments
J. E. DITSON & CO., 1632 Chestnut Street, Philadelphia
John C. Winston Co.
[Printers and Publishers
SCHOOL, CHURCH, COLLEGE AND COMMERCIAL
PRINTING OF THE HIGHEST POSSIBLE GRADE
Manufacturers of Books and Bibles
Winston Building, 1006-16 Arch St., Philadelphia
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Bryn Mawr College Yearbook. Class of 1908
Bryn Mawr College (author)
1908
serial
Annual
153 pages
reformatted digital
North and Central America--United States--Pennsylvania--Montgomery--Bryn Mawr
9PY 1908
Book of the class of 1908 : Bryn Mawr College.--
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