THE BOOK OF THE CLASS OF NINETEEN-ELEVEN 191
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GJRL GRADUATE
(Senror Ciass SUPPER)
F one thing we may be certain, fellow graduates elect, Friday morning the newspapers
of the land will unfailingly announce that Bryn Mawr has sent fifty-nine “sweet girl
graduates” out into the world. Some few relatives and friends will hazily remember
that we did not look sweet. We ourselves will be painfully conscious that we are not sweet,
but the world at large will revel in the picture; fifty-nine lovely young things, in filmy white
frocks, trained to recite glibly some dozen famous poems, to stumble prettily over a few
scientific names and to play hockey and basket-ball with languid grace and unfailing courtesy.
This is what the “frankly sentimental” world believes us to be in spite of Bryn Mawr’s
annual attempt to convince them of the contrary.
The world believes that we are innocent and gay. How can we be when Pol. Econ.
has made of us sharp instruments to cut the Gordian knot of present day abuses? Have
not those specialists, the Hyenas, cultivated a surly manner for this purpose?
The world believes that literature sails over our heads or through our ears. Do they
not know that we, who have not yet been privileged to live, must needs regulate our lives
by literature?
