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PRESIDENT M. CAREY THOMAS
Honorary Member of the Class of 1922
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SERENA Everetr Hanp

Evitors
Emity TREMAINE ANDERSON VINTON LIDDELL
Ursuta Cuase BATCHELDER KaTHERINE Mary PEEK

Grace Evans Ruoaps

Business Board

Manager

ErHet Brake Brown

Assistants
CorneELiA Marcia Bairp
MARGARET CROSBY

Mary Douctass Hay
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Proposed Roads to Freedom .

FRESHMAN YEAR
Class Officers.
Freshman Show
The Suppressed Debutante
‘The Crew of the Awak
The Round-up. .
Daily Strength for eae Needs

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In Memoriam .
Horse Play

How the Blue Devil Beet ame he Bice Tiger

Athletics

SOPHOMORE YEAR
Class Officers. . . . aes
The Still Sad Music of ae anity.
Yarrow Unvisited and Visited .
The Belgian Refugee .
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This Side of PDalton.
Vera, the Medium

Dangerous Days .
Athletics

JUNIOR YEAR
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Proposed Roads to Freedom

T. was right when she called us a peace class; from the earliest beginnings
Pp of our career a tendency toward universal peace could be discerned. Look-

ing about us in a world where class struggled against class we were moved
with an intense pity for suffering humanity, and pressed on toward a Utopia un-
trammeled by class consciousness and cut-throat competition. Even rising at
six to do calisthenics for our country could not break our spirit, but hope was nearly
dead when, lo, on November eleventh there came a rift in the clouds. Peace in
Europe! The allies at least were back of us. Was the world ready for our message?
We looked at “Twenty-one” and doubted.

Others might have used force, but we belonged to the philosophical radicals,
and launched our Three Great Reform Bills with mature deliberation. Some say
we were too proud to fight; whatever our reasons, our method was successful.
{n spite of unequal odds we soon persuaded the community of the self-evident
truth that all men are created equal and should have equal opportunity, Under
the goad of our righteous example the boss system crumbled, and the Forty Points
took their place in history. This achievement might have seemed a sufficient
complement to our initial and most characteristic act, namely, the Abolition of
Serfdom, but our zeal can not be said to have decreased with age. We were ready
for action when our opportunity arrived, and had the community running smoothly
on a gold and topaz standard, thereby doing away with the annual fluctuations,
by the time the question of the four-day week came up for discussion under the
terms of the social contract as opposed to the policy of laissez-faire. In this, as in
previous controversies, we gained our point in principle and fact.

Such has been our work of progress, and while we are aware that it has not
always been appreciated, we cannot say that we are not satisfied with the economic
consequences of the peace.

Sreshman Year

Class Officers

President
MarcGaret TYLER
Vice-President and Treasurer
Emity TREMAINE ANDERSON
Secretary
SERENA Everetr Hanp
Sona Mistress—Margaret Alvin Krech (resigned), Constance La Boiteaux.
UNDERGRADUATE AssocIATION—Advisory Board, Margaret Tyler.

SELF-GOVERNMENT AssoctaTion—Advisory Board, Harriet Seymour Guthrie (re-
signed), Katherine Lucretia Gardner.

CHRISTIAN AssocIaTION—Assistant Treasurer, Katherine Stiles.

Toe Bryn Mawr Revirw—Vinton Liddell, Barbara Murlless.










Freshman Show

and flunk over it! How we thrill and emote during the performance of it!
How, the following days, we wear our corsages until they look like herbs and
simples! How, all year, when called upon to sing, we wail out the curtain song
in close—nay, compact, harmony; the vaguely indefinite curtain song, having
nothing to do with the show—but with references to “the sea’’ and ‘‘the lea,” or

aie. SHOW! What a night of nights! How we stay awake and cut

“distant shore,” “true evermore” or even “night and delight,”” sure to make it
a success and to cause departing seniors singing it three years later to expire with
grief.

Our Freshman Show was glorious... As far as details go, I remember it in the
vaguest fashion; but I’m sure it-was glorious.

Preparations, unofficial, began after Christmas vacation, when everyone who
had seen a musical show brought back ‘‘ideas,” some of which were good and some
of which, along with their promoters, had to be handled as carefully as infernal
machines. There were intense meetings of the committee, accomplishing nothing;
and there was a politely uncomfortable meeting of the same committee with-P.. T-;
wherein that lady set forth the rules of Freshman Show (with all of which we were
perfectly acquainted) and wherein the committee, each waiting for the other to
speak, looked agonizingly pleasant, and wondered when it should try to go. We
were to have no conversation in our show—absolutely no conversation. (It 1s
clear P. T. never wrote a Freshman Show.) She had some balmy notion that a
performance is simpler to put on if it is all danced and sung. (It is still clearer
that P. T. never heard us dance nor watched us sing.) So we wrote a scene in
rhythm—a chef d’ceuvre—and thought ourselves deliciously sinful.

Rehearsals were pandemoniac gatherings in the gym. I believe we were
allowed four official rehearsals for the production. These gatherings were composed
chiefly of absences. Such as came, sat on the floor talking violently. There were
continual misunderstandings as to hours and we learned to smile in the face of such
interruptions as the model school bounding in to do model gym, or an obscure class

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in folk-dancing wishing to learn “ Peascod” or “ Pork and Beans” or whatever its
impossible name may be. For the rest, rehearsals were conducted in the Pem East
music room under the head of chance meetings. ‘There was, to be sure, a fifty
cents’ fine if one chanced not to meet, and Valeska Wurlitzer fought, bled and died
trying to teach wildly galloping choruses to one-two-three-kick along the practice
room corridor, than which a more inconvenient spot 1s not to be found.

There comes, at last, the great night. The previous evening, after extracting
sophomores from behind banners, from down ropes, and from out radiators, we have
a dress rehearsal so unspeakable as to promise a successful show. Betty’s scenery
is charming but has refused to stay up, no one knows her cue, half the costun es have
been in quarantine and the other half asphyxiating their wearers by infirmary

fumes. Now comes the moment itself. There are rumors that ’21 is desperate;
others, that they have guessed the animal; others, that they are waiting till the

I go into the small room of the gym

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eleventh hour to effect a dastardly “coup.
and start savagely applying make-up to a row of faces—make-up that remains
in pink blotches and blue lines for days. What a joy it is to give certain anti-
powder-and-pink-underwear enthusiasts an especially lurid countenance! After
the operation, they blink at their apparition in the one small mirror and wonder
if it’s wicked to admit they look well. Someone rushes in, all eyes, and gasps,
“Barbara Murless is barricaded in her room by ’21! There 1s a pitched battle

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going on In Pem East.’’ Someone else hurries up the steps, dashes against the
door, which, in her excitement, she forgets to open, and falls into all the make-up.
Itis Margie. She is in evening dress and triumphantly indicates the jacket of Mur-
less’ costume which she thinks she has hidden by wearing the sleeves as trousers. The
battle is at its height. Word is issued to rescue the besieged. Most of ’22 as well
as all of ’21 think she is the animal. A detachment whose faces already blaze with
war-paint and whose costumes can bear hard use, march to the rescue. The battle
ceases. The audience trails in. Some of us peek through the curtain and squeal
with joy at sight of faculty in mandarin coats, 21 in evening array and juniors’ and
seniors’ legs dangling expectantly from the race-track. Cecil, who has been under
the delusion that we’re of such Irish tendencies as to keep our animal in our parlors.
and has-spent the past four weeks walking into freshmen’s rooms, is there, all teeth.
The audience grows impatient and we gather to sing the curtain song. It is a great
hit, for most of us keep on the key and the persistent mutes have carefully been
sent on distant errands. The lights go out and the show begins.

For the rest, | remember a multitude of things too jumbled to relate. Peggy
Kennard as the museum custodian has some slight difficulty with the nether part
of her costume; Em is knocked down by the first “specimen,” a Bryn Mawr “‘ Char-
lotte”’ on roller skates; Prue tries to restrain a wildly uncontrolled orchestra:
and Conti plays the part of a Christian ass (this last is considered rather shocking,
and, perhaps as a judgment on our sinful levity, the donkey head falls off during

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the first act); ’21 confidently sings to a blue devil, which is quite as it should be.
and looks very proud when Murless swaggers out in the blue devil uniform. Cecil

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is more teeth than ever. But Vinton, biding her time in the hall with a large
knitting bag, quietly dons the contents thereof and crawls onto the stage as the
blue tiger. Oh, triumph! Yes, gentle reader, there are blue tigers. Someone
on the animal committee knew someone who had seen an article in some magazine
in some dentist’s office about a blue tiger of India or Thibet. After the animal
episode there comes the grand finale in the form of the League of Nations, in which
Lib is especially noticeable as Britannia ruling the waves (of the sea, not of her own
three hairs). We sing ‘Thou Gracious Inspiration,” our friends tell us how great
we are, and we return happily tired to bed on good terms with the world.
CorNELIA Oris SKINNER.

The Suppressed Debutante

Synopsis: Twenty-four hours before her début war was declared. The next
morning she began to “brush up” matriculation Latin and a few other articles in
her mental wardrobe.

S she sat in the “lib” she tried to shut her past from memory. Her eyes
A were on her book but her mind wandered disconsolately over the ceiling,

twined about the chandelier, and hopped nimbly over the golden globes.
Suddenly the tragedy of her past threatened to overwhelm her. With a tremendous
effort she thrust it into her subconscious, where it lay seething and bubbling while
she soothed her outer consciousness.

That evening the tympanic melodies floating into her room from the Victrola
stirred within her a deep and disagreeable memory. ‘Thanks to the faithful censor,
she knew nothing of it. She merely said, “I hate Victrolas; | hate anything made of
wood,” and began to shout the multiplication table. That same evening she gave
her evening dresses to “junk”? and hurled her cigarette case down the register.
Her outer consciousness was all serene. After writing a letter in Greek to her family
and composing a few sonnets, she went to bed refreshed and exalted. She had cast
memories from her and delved deeply into wisdom. But shades of Freud!—no
sooner had her eyelids closed than the seething cauldron of her subconscious
bubbled over. The debutante, no longer suppressed, took possession of her. Rising
hastily, she seized a bit of tulle and some earrings and pinned an ivy plant jauntily
over one shoulder, and fled into the hall. Her friends found her jazzing madly—
a wraith-like figure in the moonlight. Spellbound they watched her—all save one,
who hastened to summon a psychoanalyst. A few moments of whispered consulta-
tion sufficed to give him the details of the case. ‘‘There is a gap between the
personalities of the suppressed débutante and the student,” he said simply. “Only
one cure will be effective—she must Bridge the gap.” And he handed her a pack
of cards.

ANNE GABEL.

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The Crew of the Awak
(a4 Hi ”S off again!” cried Captain Rabbit as he pulled the sleeping cabin boy,

a little tike named Anderson, from under the table. ‘Such conduet for
a mess-room!”

A. Marickus Rabbit, captain of the good ship Awak, was a sea-dog of the old
school, much given to reminiscences of prom-days. He was very punctilious as
to points of etiquette, and I may say without exaggeration that he had never been
seen wearing shoes with straps, either on or off the ship. Of a far different type
was young Anderson, who was bunking with the captain in the hold. He was a
great trial to the captain on account of his untidy habits, and I have often descended
to the hold, only to find the captain sorrowfully picking up after Anderson. Cap-
tain Rabbit had come across this strange youth, swimming around the South Sea
Islands and had thought the lad showed perseverance.

Our first-class cabin passengers were one K. Haworth, of Spiritualistic bent;
Punk Stewart, bohemian artist and vagabond; Sir Val. Wurlitzer, dilettante,
dance demon and a devil when roused; and his boon companion, Landesman, a
jolly curly-headed chap. Chaplain Bliss was the sky-pilot of this excellent craft.
The reverend man spent most of his time in his cabin, preparing his sermons from
the articles of the Weekly Bulletin.

One evening the crew was assembling for mess.* First to arrive was Chief
Engineer Fisher, a swarthy seaman of ruddy complexion, who, all appearances to
the contrary, had had quite a past. Close on his heels came the ship’s purser,
known to his familiars as ““Bun.”” “Fisher,” said the purser, ‘will you codperate
with me in organizing a little committee for the promotion of Badminton on board
ship?”

Fisher stared past him with a wild hight in his eye. ‘Can you tell me,” he cried,
who the first electrican was?”

“Why, certainly,” replied the chaplain, who had entered during the conversa-
tion, ‘Noah, because he made the arc hight on Mount Ararat.”

Fisher sighed and turned his attention once more to his food. “‘Let’s sing
a rousing sea-song,”’
of oaths.

“T have just thought it would be nice to sing a. rousing sea-song,”’ said First
Mate Liddell with an air of originality. As we thundered out the chorus of the old
Viking hymn, “Swept along on the whirlwind,” I happened to notice Fisher, who
under pretext of estheticism had not joined in the singing, but was quietly and
methodically stowing away oyster stew.

“What should a minister preach about?” inquired the chaplain. ‘‘ About ten
minutes,” replied Gunner Tyler, giving vent to an obscene oath.

Suddenly a shudder shook the sturdy little craft from the bowsprit to the
rudder. A gym meet, a swimming meet, and a track meet had all met on the self-

same day, hour, minute, and spot. It was too much. The Awak was floored.
* Cf. Webster’s Dictionary: ‘A portion of liquid or pulpy food.”

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cried Gunner Tyler, who shot into view, ripping out a volley
“We are wrecked!’’ screamed Midshipmite Gabell, hurling his little body
through the hatchway.

“What?” cried the crew.

“We are wrecked!” gurgled the captain, draining the Yale bowl to the dregs.

“What?” cried the crew.

“We are wrecked!” cried Liddell.

Their honest faces brightened.

“We are wrecked!” cried the crew. Light had dawned!

* * * * * * * * * *

When the ensuing hubbub had quieted down, the crew found to their dismay
that the first-class cabin passengers had been blown away. Everything had gone
by the board. The sea was as calm as glass, and slightly astern Bosun Aldrich might
be discerned rowing about in circles and crooning gently to himself, ‘‘Oh, Zion, haste,
thy mission high fulfilling.” When we hailed him, he drew alongside and asked
in a sheepish manner, “Do you think it would be all right for me to come on
board?”

We helped him up, and continued on our way. We had scarcely been under
way five minutes when from the crow’s nest little Gabell piped forth in a voice of
strangled joy, ““Goody, goody. Ship ahoy! A sail!’’ Removing the hairpin
from the thermostat, we brought it up on deck and sighting along it soon made
out a queer little craft making its way towards us. On the sail we deciphered the
name “FIBI REN.” As soon as the boat was near enough, our gallant captain
accosted him.

“Who are you, and what is your business?”

“*My name is Norcross and I rents pants,’’ came the answer.

“Can you cook?” bellowed the captain, who was decidedly tired of our diet.
Up to this time we had had no cook and had barely subsisted on raw tomatoes and
the hash which had somehow managed to accumulate.

As we later discovered, Norcross was a model of domesticity, and although
we were destined to lose him in a few months, our regret was tempered by having
the captain carefully explain to us that he was happily engaged elsewhere.

Once more in an undernourished condition we found life unendurable and put
into Honolulu, where we obtained a first-rate Cook, whose only vice was a passion
for playing cards, which he indulged whenever the chaplain was not sitting on the

deck.*

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Days passed, weeks passed, months passed. The Awak sailed on. When last
seen it was a mere speck on the horizon. It is expected in port June 8th, when the
Navy Department has decided to scrap it with the rest of the vessels of its class.

From Rapwnor.
* Joke.

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The Round-Ap;
or, Glhere is My Wandering Boy To- Night?

’

’

S the bedlam subsided someone ventured, “I move the question.’
A “But [ don’t think we have a quorum.’
“Well, where’s Rock?” muttered an unclaimed voice from the corner.

“T just saw Dot Wells and her sophomore shadow tottering for the 1.38.
June Warder was puffing behind, clutching the remains of a corsage and yelling
peremptorily, ‘Dot, why don’t you wait for me?’”’

“Well, | met Garry on my way to class meeting, and, apparently unaware that
it was December, she told me blushingly that a suitor was coming out and that they
were going to pick violets.”

“T bet I know where Olive is.”

“You're right. She’s in the lib getting ready for finals, and’’—bitterly—
“she had to get there early or she wouldn’t get all the books.”

“Wonder where Mecky 1s?”

“When I was over in Rock posting a notice I heard shrieks and went down to
see what the rumpus was about. Batch, as dummy, was energetically entertaining
herself with her entire repertoire of songs, and just as I came in I saw Mecky give
her a disgusted glance, fling her cards across the room and stalk out.

“T tried to persuade Gulie to come to class meeting, but she heard the telephone
ring and tore off, much excited. E. must have been feeling the effects of mental
exhaustion, for she kept on vaguely dealing cards.

“T tried to stop Sylva as she was dashing out campus door—she said she
couldn’t wait because she was late for lab with ‘Crenny.’ I told her to cut for
once, but she just looked at me reproachfully and sidled past.”

“Tuck’s gone home.”

“What's the matter? Did she sprain her ankle?”’

“That’s not the half of it,” groaned a voice from the corner. “She sprained
my back. I was with her when it happened.”

“Well,” said Marge in a resigned tone, ‘I guess the meeting will have to pro-
ceed as usual without them.”

From RockFELLER.

In winter I stay up all night

And study by electric light.

In summer quite the other way,

IT stay in bed almost all day.

And does it not seem hard to you
When there’s so many things to do,
And I should like so much to play,
To cram all night and sleep all day?

Beis AG

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Daily Strength For Daily Needs
Ale class of 1922 was founded by M. Millicent Carey, and it has been only

through her constant care in meeting deficits in our endowment that the
organization has survived. If there was ever a class that needed daily
strength, it was the embryonic dark blue class who started their college career
“revelling in humility’! In our first class meeting, Milly told us that the most
terrible thing that could happen to us would be to have the odds vote us fresh.
She told us that 1920 had been thus stigmatized, and we were led to believe that
they had practically never recovered from the effects. With this hideous example
of the sins of our fathers ever before us, we quelled our instantaneous instinct to
lick the Red and virtually licked their boots in our tremendous reaction. No
Freshman class has ever made fewer breaks than we. Before every function
Margie would get a list from Milly of the breaks that were possible, and during
each ceremony warnings would be hissed through the crowd as to what we were
not to do. We never did anything wrong. The trouble was—we never did any-
thing at all! Milly had said that the whole college would be watching us for the
first few weeks, and if there was one thing we feared more than being voted fresh, it
was the unwelcome attention of this strange and incomprehensible body. If they
were watching for breaks, they watched in vain. Milly’s lists were irreproachable
Milly was not only our social guide but she was also our athletic inspiration.

She instructed us in the holiness of hockey and in our eagerness to excell in order
to justify our existence, we held many tense meetings. At these we were told that

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“Milly said” that we had just as good a team as they, or “ Milly said” that we must
never once stop fighting. When Milly said, 1922 did, so although our fighting was
perhaps a little primitive, we managed to beat 1921 in our Freshman year, a feat
never thereafter repeated in any field of sport.

Sophomore year we were still reliant on Milly’s pre-contest harangues and it
was always with her words burning in our ears that we staggered forth to do battle.
“1922 if you don’t win to-day every one of you has a yellow streak down the
middle of your back.” If it had not been for these exhortations from The Om-
niscient, we might never have had the experience of winning our way into every
finals, only to find when we got there that our ‘Red Complex” was too strong for
even Milly’s indomitable motive power.

It was Milly who told us that we must sing better than any other class, and who
smiled at us when we continued to sing worse. We went to meetings even unto the
third degree because Milly always went, and inspired by her example we formed the
major part of every assembly—literary, political, or academic.

With no disrespect, but merely to indicate the intensity of the passion with
which we so inadequately repaid our tutelary divinity, we recall a night of Cherry
Blossom era when ’22 has been singing under ’20’s windows. ’20’s answering song
becomes faint—almost inaudible;

Reenie: “‘What’s the matter?’

Liz: “Shut up, you fool, can’t you hear? Milly’s voice is breaking with sobs.’

Grace Ruoaps. |
Emity ANDERSON.

,

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I wish I had a little team—
A lower one, of course—

‘Cause it would look so strange on bars,
So funny on a horse.

I wouldn’t ever let it sleep.
I wouldn’t let it eat.

I'd work that team for a little class point
And make it win the meet.

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1914

How can you decide whether the Senior Class with which you entered college
was the best? You have no standards of comparison. The practical Freshman
determines the real work of a Senior Class by asking these simple questions:

1. How do they compare with the Freshmen?

2. Have they a Tip?

3. Has their banner a permanent wave?

Your answers to these questions will show whether or not you knew 1919.
All of the fundamental qualities that Seniors should have were developed in so
high a degree in this class that its superiorities were an open book.*

* We did not know the class of 1919 very well, so we took the liberty of borrowing an Ivory
Soap advertisement to check them up.

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In Memoriam

N our painful progress through this vale of tears, only gradually have we learned
I the supreme value of peace and a restful atmosphere. Before the Odds and

Evens smoked (entirely metaphorically, be it understood) the pipe of peace,
and buried (without undue disturbance of the precious sod) their hatchets, side by
side, time was, when, after a due season of chastening, calculated to arouse in them
some partial sense of their own unworthiness, the Freshmen avenged the aforesaid
chastening in one fell swoop. ‘This organized revenge was Freshman Night.

The bitter March wind, the gusts of freezing sleet, in no way dampened our
ardor; we lusted for just revenge. On ’Twenty-two had descended the dire com-
mand to wear academic gowns to all classes. Our attitude in regard to tubs was
marked by an enforced servility. Our beloved canes had been wrenched from our
hands, our red tams from our heads. Moreover, the sincerity of our humility had
been probed by divers mental tests. But our Day of Reckoning was at hand.

First came the carousing in Pembroke, the greedily devoured army-meat and
war greens, attended by raucous bursts of laughter and bellowed songs. A pro-
scripted tam was flung rakishly upon an antler horn—mute testimony to our
abandoned spirit. The gifted Weenie Stewart writhed through the intricacies of an
orgiastic hula-hula especially for our delight. In unrestrained ecstacy we crowned
her with lettuce leaves. Enflaming speeches were in order, and original poems of
inspiring quality. With wild huzzas the banquet adjourned to the campus to
pillage and to wreck.

Our trail was marked by a series of superb dummies; Holly and Tom in close
embrace, Foote in her rotundity, the sinuous Cecil, Goggin the glorious. Clothes-
lines of green skirts and red tams flapped skittishly between lamp-posts. Withering
and contemptuous sentiments were chalked on every walk. Carelessly lolling on
Senior Steps, amidst a plentiful drive of hail, we sang unseemly parodies, and
abandoned this pursuit only to brighten up the atmosphere of our several halls.

Such was Freshman Night. Like other unbecoming institutions, it has been
suppressed. In an atmosphere of equality and peace revenge is out of place.
Freshman Night is dead.* Requiescat!

Dorotuy WELLS.

* Need we say this was written before May 13th.
Horse Play

HAD always wanted to learn how to ride, and when I came to college and heard
I that there were horses in the gym, my ambition knew no bounds (leaps and

bounds, I mean). Of course I was disappointed when I discovered that the
horses were practically inanimate. I say practically with intention, for my expe-
rience with a gym horse was such as to convince me that there was still some
life in the old girl yet. A gym horse is like no other horse on earth; wild horses,
circus horses, clothes horses, Charlie horses, up to this time had held no terrors
for me, but the first time I looked a gym horse in the mouth, I knew that Fate had
it in for me. I was told to mount. I looked about for the stirrups, but as there
were none, | concluded it was something in the nature of bareback riding and grip-
ping the pommel firmly between the thumb and forefinger, | managed to crawl into
a sitting position on the horse with sufficient alacrity to escape the notice of Miss
Applebee, who was conducting the performance. During the ensuing hours, [
learned that the rider (or rather the would-be gymnast) was supposed to rise and
fall more or less rhythmically on different parts of the horse at different times
(a vestigial remnant, I suppose of the old-fashioned posting). Well, the rise and
fall of the Roman Empire had nothing on me, especially in regard to the fall.
I bit the dust of the arena with pain and, as I did so I could have sworn that the
horse kicked me. I could not stand that—not for a minute. I reached out and
grabbed it by the leg. O Tempora, O Mores! O Death, where is thy sting? It
was Miss Applebee’s leg! Of course there was nothing for me to say, and if there
had been, there would have been no time in which to say it. The ensuing moments
had evidently been requisitioned by Miss Applebee, and I withdrew, rubbing my
knees and vowing never to enter the gymnasium again. Vain delusion! As I
had proved such a social failure at the horse, I was sent to the bar to make a name
for myself. At the bar I assumed all kinds of undignified positions. Like a
kindergarten, we spent our time making baskets and cutting. However, I learned
a great many things I never knew before, and under the stress of great emotion
have written the following in appreciation of my good intentions:

Gym meet, and ne’er a star,
And one clear call for me.

Oh, may there be no moaning of the bar
When I roll up on thee!

I know my knees are bent, a sad disgrace!
My swing takes me too far.
I dare not look my captain in the face

When I have crossed the bar.
Emity ANDERSON

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How the Blue Devil Became the Blue Tiger
Hiv and attend and listen, for this befell and behappened and became and

was, Oh, my best Beloved, when the Class Animals were wild. The Green

Sea Horse was wild and the Blue Fox was wild and all the animals in the
Time Before were wild and fought with one another in a dreadfully wild way.
But wildest of all wild animals was the Scarlet Moth, who had a ’Satiable curiosity
as well as a Horrid Temper. “UVhe Scarlet Moth had a ’Satiable curiosity to find out
what the First Singing of the Blue Fox’s Child meant, and sent the Big Ceaseless
One to find out. (For you must know, oh, Best Beloved, that the Big Ceaseless
One didn’t find out, but somebody did, and so the Scarlet Moth sang a song just like
the First Singing of the Blue Fox’s Child—only the words weren’t the same.)
Now the Blue Fox’s Child’s Beautiful Blue eyes were opened and it saw what a
Wild World it was in and how Wildest Wild the Scarlet Moth was, and it was
careful in all the Time-That-Came-After.

Later on in Time, the Blue Fox’s Child gave a party to the Scarlet Moth, and
the party was a nice party, with Songs about the Dream Palaces and about pretty
Bubbles and about the Valley-that-is-beyond-the-Moon and about lots of other
beautiful things. Oh, Best Beloved, it was a lovely party!

But the Wild ’Satiable curiosity of the Scarlet Moth couldn’t wait to see what
Wild Animal the Blue Fox’s Child would bring to the party; and so it called the
Ceaseless One to it again and said, “‘Oh, Ceaseless One, go down to the little Green
Hollow that is over the Hill and lie down and make believe you are a rock and
perhaps the Blue Fox’s child will sing a song about the Wild, Wild Animal that is
coming to the party to-night.”’ But you see, oh, Best Beloved, that the Blue Fox’s
Child’s Beautiful Blue Eyes were open wide. It only kicked the CeaselessOne when
it made believe it was a rock and told it to go home to its Mother.

* * * * * * * * * *

The night of the party came soon and all the wild animals were waiting for it
to begin. The Blue Fox’s Child was painting its face so that it would look most
beautiful of All, and Surprise the Scarlet Moth and the Blue Fox and the Green
Sea Horse. A Messenger came running in a great hurry with hardly any breath
left and said to the Blue Fox’s Child, “Go up to the Big-Hall-that-is-called-Pem-
broke and save the life of your Wild Animal from the ’Satiable curiosity of the
Scarlet Moth—and most 'specially save your Wild Animal from the Horrid Temper
of the Scarlet Moth.”’ So the Little Blue Fox’s Child ran as fast as its little short
legs would take it to the Big-Hall-that-is-called-Pembroke and the Blue Fox’s
Child’s Beautiful Blue Eyes opened wider at the dreadfully wild fight it saw. And
it knew even better than before that it must be wild too. It knew, oh, Best Beloved,
that if it wasn’t wild, it would go where all the little Dead Bunnies go. So it started
to fight and show its little white teeth and tried its very best to keep the Scarlet
Moth out of the Cave where the Blue Devil was hiding. (For you must know, oh,
Best Beloved, that that was the name of the animal that the Blue Fox’s Child was
going to bring to the Party.)

i)
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The Scarlet Moth tripped the Blue Fox’s Child with its foot and hit its head
against the wall, and said, “You shall not use force! You shall not use force!”
(Now Force, Dearly Beloved, is a Horrid word and does not mean the porridge you
eat for Breakfast, but it means Anything-that-Is-Rough-and-Hurts.)

And the Scarlet Moth was Rough and Hurt the head of the Blue Fox’s Child.
And when the Blue Fox’s Child tried to take its Animal to the Place where the
Party was, the Scarlet Moth held.it by its knees, and the Blue Fox’s Child had to
walk, dragging the Scarlet Moth with it. Soon the Blue Fox came to save its
Child and everyone used Very Naughty Angry Words. ‘Then it was time for the
Party to begin. And this is the funniest part of my story, oh, Best Beloved, so
hear and attend and listen, because in the Time-that-is-now, there are no jokes
like the one that behappened and befell at this Party. The Scarlet Moth thought
all along that it knew that the Blue Fox’s Child was going to bring the Blue Devil
to the party, so it made up a Song to the Blue Devil, to make the Blue Fox’s Child
angry and to show the Blue Fox’s Child that the Scarlet Moth’s ’Satiable curiosity
was still among the Animals. And the Poor little Blue Fox’s Child began to cry,
and big tears rolled all the way down to its little feet because it did so want to
surprise the Green Sea Horse and the Blue Fox, and most of all it wanted to
surprise the Scarlet Moth, and it thought that all its fun was going to be spoiled.
But when the animal came in—what do you suppose, oh, Best Beloved? It
It wasn’t a Blue Devil at all, but it had four lovely legs and was Big and Blue and
it Roared out Loud and Scared the Scarlet Moth so that it Ran away and hid because
it was so ashamed of its ’Satiable Curiosity and its Horrid Temper.

You see, when the Blue Devil saw how sorry the Blue Fox’s Child was when
its surprise was all spoiled, he changed into a Beautiful Big Blue Tiger with a
Beautiful Big Blue Roar that scared the Scarlet Moth Dreadfully. And so the
Blue Fox’s Child was happy in all the Time-that-Came-After because it had
fooled the ’Satiable curiosity of the Scarlet Moth.

Auice NICOLL.

Class #Minutes

Motion—To spend ten dollars for flowers for Cornelia Skinner for Freshman Show.
Discussion (A. Lee)—I think Cornelia Skinner is worth more than ten dollars.
(Lib) I guess twenty-five would just about do it.
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Athletics, 1918-1919
All-Round Championship Won by 1919

TENNIS
Won by 1920
Captain—K. GARDNER Manager—F. Ropsins
Singles Team
K. GARDNER F. Rospsrins M. TyLer
Doubles Team
K. GarDNER M. Tyter D. Dessau
J. PaLacHEe P. SmirH A. FouNTAIN
On Varsity—K. Garpner, F. Rossins
HOCKEY
Won by 1919
Captain—E. DoNnoHUE Manager—H. GuTHRIE
Team
A. NIcouy E. ANDERSON R. NEEL
M. TyLer H. GuTurie E. DonouuE
F. RospBins M. Krecu G. Ruoaps
A. ORBISON P. Smiru

On Varsity—M. VyLer

Substitutes—H. GuTHRIE
A. NIcouy
G. Ruoaps

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WATER POLO
Won by 1919

Captain—R. Neer Manager--F. Buiss
Team

F. Briss A. NIcouy M. Krecu

O. Howarp F. Ropeins R. NEEL

E. ANDERSON
On Varsity—E. ANDERSON

SWIMMING MEET
Won by 1921

Captain—E. ANDERSON Manager—F. Briss
Team

E. ANDERSON A. Dunn O. Howarp

F. Buss E. Hospy A. NICOLL

D. Cooke N. Jay F. Rogpsins

E. DonoHuE

College Records Broken
68-foot swim on back—E. ANDERSON
130-foot swim on back—E. ANDERSON
Second Place in Individual—Won by E. ANDERSON

TRACK MEET
Won by 1922

Captain—R. NEEL Manager—k. StTILes
Team

E. ANDERSON B. Murtess F. Ropsins

B. CLarKE R. NEEL H. STEVENS

H. GuTurie A. NIcouy K. STILEs

College Records Broken
Running High Jump—F. Ropsins
Third Place in Individual—W on by F. Ropsins

BASKET-BALL
Won by 1919

Captain—L. Grim Manager—A. Nicoii
Team

F. Buss L. Grim F. Roppins

B. CLarKeE A. NIcoLi

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Glass Officers

President
KATHERINE LucreTIA GARDNER
Vice-President and Treasurer
Marion RAwson
Secretary
BaRBARA CLARKE
Sone Mistress—Cornelia Otis Skinner, Phoebe Wrenn Norcross.

UnpERGRADUATE AssocIATION——Assistant Treasurer, Margaret Tyler;
Advisory Board, Marion Rawson.

SELF-GOVERNMENT AssociATION—Treasurer, Katherine Lucretia Gardner;
Executive Board, Constance La Boiteaux.

Curistian AssociaTtioN—Secretary, Margaret Bailey Speer.

ATHLETIC AssoctiaTion—Secretary, Alice Mary Nicoll.

THe Co_tece News— Farnsworth Willcox;

Business Board—Cornelia Marcia Baird, Mary Douglass
Hay.

Tue Bryn Mawr Review—E£ditors, Vinton Liddell, Prue Durant Smith;
Business Board—Alice Mary Nicoll, Eleanor Custis

Bennett.
“Che Still, Sad Music of Humanity”

HEN we came to college we had never heard the term Mutes and were no
more sensitive about our singing than the rest of the class, especially as
any qualms we may have had on the subject were effectively dispelled on

Parade Night by the organized encouragement we received from 1920. More-
over, we felt that we had scriptural authority for our particular form of vocaliza-
tion. Does not the Bible say, “Sing we merrily to God in our strength; make a
cheerful noise unto the God of Jacob?” It took the combined influences of
Dr. Leuba and Cornelia, advocates respectively of agnosticism and segregation,
to make us realize that while a noise might be cheerful, the innocent bystander
was not necessarily so.

Cornelia’s separation of the sheep from the goats was not the first organization
of the Mutes, for in Freshman year we banded ourselves together and even went
so far as to plan an operetta, the presentation of which was prevented only by
Audrey’s remark that she was afraid she would be too self-conscious to sing before
an audience. This was a great blow to art at Bryn Mawr, and delayed the winning
of the war considerably, for we were going to charge admission.*

Then Cornelia decided that all the class needed was a little organization to
make Senior Singing a Mecca for music-lovers, and divided her charges into four
groups. Where she got the name for the Buds of Promise is not certain—she
probably hit upon it because they issued promissory notes. We mention them here
because some of our members were later recruited from their ranks, but of the
Harmony and Second Harmony Clubs nothing need be said. Even Cornelia
seemed to consider them unimportant, for she displayed infinitely more interest in
the Mutes, who responded to her enthusiasm by always arriving punctually and
en masse at Senior Singing. It was fortunate that they did, as otherwise there
would have been no masse.

We had our first meeting in my room. It was also our last, and I think it was
about this time that Cornelia decided to leave college. She had sworn she would
train us, and there was but one honorable path for her to take. She left me still
leader of the Mutes—though why people who cannot follow should have a leader ts
rather puzzling—and whenever the fact occurs to me I experience a certain shame,
for our organization has undoubtedly become disrupted. Some of us have so far
merged with the proletariat as to whisper the words of songs while our companions
sing them, and one or two of our members have even been accused of doing more
than whispering. Perhaps this fact accounts for the following couplet, which I
found stuck on my door.

“Swans sing before they die; *twere no ill thing
Should certain persons die before they sing.”

Vinton LIDDELL.

*It was suggested at the time that larger sums might be obtained by letting people pay to get out.

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Darrow AUnvisited and Visited

ROM ‘Taylor tower we have seen
‘The concrete paths unravelled

And trod the walks and wooden steps
That often they have travelled,
And when we reached the hockey field
Began to freeze our marrow.
“Whate’er betide, we'll turn aside,
And pay a call at Yarrow.”

And is this Yarrow? This the home
Of Charlie’s henna coat?

Where G. G. carries on the race
Punctilio to promote?

Here Crenshaw poses as the man
Who has a naughty past

And Draper dandles dainty Dan
While “Mother” smiles at last.

Here Apple with resounding voice
Holds forth with wit exceeding,

And Taylor sees the food is choice.
On which the herd is feeding.

DeHaan throws chalk at Dr. Pell,
Computing sums and angles.

"Tis lucky then that Taylor bell
Drowns out old Yarrow’s wrangles.

And here it is Ferree and Rand
In research spend their leisure;

Sometimes they seek the moron’s trail,
Sometimes myopia measure.

Here Flossie hides her soapstone dikes
Inside an old wheelbarrow

Ah, ves, I know, where’er I go,
Thy pale grey image, Yarrow,

With me will stay, what’s yours to-day
Will still be your’s to-morrow.

IsaBEL COLEMAN.
Che Belgian Refugee
To Albert—King of the Belgians.

Personal.
Dear AL,

You sure missed out this trip, my boy; I’m scratching you off a line to tell
you about the dates I’ve had since you ran away from me; and I’ve had, as they
say, a screaming time. To-day I flivvered out from Philly to visit Bryn Mawr,
which the people there tell me is one of the seven wonders of the world, and which
is the neatest little bunch of architecture I’ve seen. They keep a great many
girls in seclusion there for four years. I want to tell you about my get-up, because
I think it was my duds that gave me such a hot-dog welcome. They all wore
black gowns and ratty black hats. I put on my nobby toque, which you say looks
like a whatnot, and my sky-blue cape with the silver fox collar, and I made quite a
snappy model in this academic crowd. , They greeted me with a Greek chorus,
which ended with a cry of ‘Queen of the Belgians’’—this of course was the only
part I understood—you know me, Al.

As I stood on the steps of their library, a girlie who seemed to represent them
all came forward and slipped me a bouquet of flowers, and another queen said a
mouthful in a shy way with a dimple in her chin.

They took me down to what they called the hockey field where a lot of flappers
were fighting for a ball. Whenever one of them got it they wouldn’t let her keep
it, but tore at her to take it away again. I didn’t get the big idea, but they seemed
to lap it up. I said to a short little person who stood beside me, “Do you play this
game?” She answered me brightly, standing on tip-toe, “Oh, yes, but I’m not
playing now.” I saw my line wasn’t getting by because I couldn’t make myself
heard above the click of the cameras. Everybody was Kodaking as they went.
I must hit the hay now.

NAS aks
Lizzie.
SERENA Hanp.

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1920

We made inarticulate efforts in our songs to express our affection for you,
but after all how could we tell you how much we appreciated your every achieve-
ment? Your historically clever oral songs are only one phase of your never-failing
wit. You are the only class we have known who applied its sense of humour to
every situation, and that you were equally willing to apply it to yourselves is shown
by your inimitable class-book. The sister-class interest became with you something
more than a sentimental convention. We have tried to live up to your expectations
and if we have accomplished anything, it is due to your encouragement.

w
wn
Hell! An GOutline of History

N the first stir of Bryn Mawr civilization, Denbigh, it appears, took the lead.
i There, out of the prehistoric darkness dawned the classic culture. The his-
torian thrills as he reads the glowing names of those who made that age illus-
trious. Research amongst the records of the Trophy Club has disclosed that in
Denbigh Lucy Martin Donnelly first learned to know her Wordsworth; it is rumored
that here Georgiana had an “‘expeerience’”’—though the scientific historian might
reject this as legend rather than fact. That was the age of Classical Antiquity.
The Dark Ages followed, illumined by only a few great names, Helen Taft,
“Peg” Thompson, “Tip,” but with 1922 came the Renaissance. The zsthetic
and literary revival, heralded by a tendency to delve in old manuscripts, cul-
minated in the apotheosis of smoky tea, and fell into decadence with the cult of
green silk pajamas. In spite of the impetus given to natural science by the
Orbisonian School of biology, we find one great figure, Octaviana, still zealous in
the cause of Mother Church. She incited small quotas of her heretical contem-
poraries to assist at the formation of a “quorum,” a rite peculiar to a curious old
religious society. But since her ascetic zeal led her to arising and shutting every-
one’s windows at seven o'clock no one could object to her reactionary tendencies.
Politically, these tendencies were shared by Anna Domina, who upheld the Grand
Old Party, expounding the Divine Right of Republicans.

A renewed interest in personal adornment was manifest. It is known that one
Milady Voorhees never took less than an hour to prepare herself for her daily
appearance at the breakfast table and that she never passed mirror, glass or window-
pane without furtively seeking to adjust her headdress.

We find no manuscripts of more value in shedding light on the contemporary
life of this age than the notes of Niccola, apparently taken during her lectures—
but what a mass of extraneous material! We can only conjecture the probable
subjects of these courses amid the maze of rhymes, sketches, conversations. We
find also several valuable portraits of the prominent schoolmen of the day.

One of the great mystics, Brownus, presents a curious mixture of the practical
and spiritual. She advanced the art of advertising and efficiently managed great
publications,* and yet she felt keenly the mystic yearnings later voiced by Shelley.
It was even declared by a well-known teacher, apropos the romantic spirit, that
“Shelley and Miss Brown found the world too small for them.’’ We have another
philosopher during this epoch, Orlianna Haggertius Pellus, who was so carried away
by her speculative flights that she was once found unconscious on Taylor steps,
and upon reviving declared that a devil had bitten her finger. Even closer psychic
contact with the spirit world was granted Constantia by means of frequent trances.
According to her own account, a grim spectre confronted her in the corridor during
a summer holiday, exacted a tooth from her, and departed without further violence.
She could never refer to the incident without a shudder.

Like Plato at the feet of Socrates, sat one lone student at the foot of the

* This one, for example.

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Harvard Master. Indeed, the Master’s whole time was divided between Dannie
and Annie. On the whole a genial and fairly pleasant Humanist was Peek
(variously pronounced Pike, Pinch, Peck). ‘he merest suggestion of singing,
however, transformed her, even as the diabolical compound transformed Dr. Jekyll.
‘The sunny features twisted and contorted and it was a case of “One Man Out of
His Humour.”

Amongst this group of Renaissance scholars fierce controversies raged—from
simple political, philosophical and religious questions, they courageously advanced
so far as to probe the essential difference between doughnut and cruller, between
biscuit, cracker and cookie, jam and marmalade, hominy grits and samp. A
pleasant social atmosphere, however, was created by the introduction of a coffee
house, a spot which they frequented regularly.

From DENBIGH.

A fool there was, and she bobbed her hair,
Even as you and I;

With a sigh and a smile and a whispered prayer,

A glance in the mirror of mute despair.

But she thought that a permanent wave would repair
All—even as you and I.

K. M. P,
Team Topics

The Fourth Team
W.. were débutantes at hockey, and like all buds we wanted to make a hit;

our only goal was a social one, we knew it and everybody else knew it and
thought that we would be successes in the athletic whirl.

Bright sunny afternoons saw us chattering and gossiping on the hockey field
where we came regularly to see one another. A great many people always wanted
to come, but they finally narrowed it down to about eleven because some had bad
hearts and we had to have that few on account of the other side. Our motto was,
‘“A miss is as good as a mile,” and we kept reminding ourselves of this whenever we
got discouraged.

At the end of the season a dinner was given in our honor. It was all very
elaborate; there were three menials, a first team butler, a second team maid, and
a third team butler. The menu was carefully prepared beforehand and consisted
of jelly-omelet, peas, and George Washington coffee; everyone was handsomely
gowned and in toto it was a brilliant affair. There were some very inspiring speeches
that evening about our past and about the splendid record we had maintained;
that year we had managed to get through without winning a single game and the
only unfortunate thing that had happened—we hardly spoke of it above a whisper
—was that we had once disgraced ourselves by a tie because we'd got stuck with
the ball.

Little did we think that such an evéning was to close a chapter in our lives.
The next year we all found ourselves on the third team whose original members
had left to be married; 7pso facto, presto, the fourth team moved up to third.
We felt “‘on the shelf”? and hoped marriage would come to us, but we seemed to have
become wall flowers and we found no opening. Time has softened our bitterness,
but we are still sensitive about our failure and the other day we were cut to the quick
when we heard someone speak of our second year as “The Old Maids’ Tragedy.”

SERENA Hanp.

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1923

y

If “all the world’s a stage’? you success is assured. Even your promising
début in May Day did not prepare us for your triumph in ‘“‘ He, the One Who Gets
Slapped.” Three years of friendship with you have proved that our attitude in
regard to Sophomore Rules was justifiable, and we are grateful to you. We sym-
pathize with some of your protests against over-organization, but we beg you not
to abolish everything; leave us a few familiar land-marks to recognize when we
come back to see you next year.
This Side of Malton
Rae: is the story of a failure which took place in the days when mind struggled

with matter and they found that there was a great deal the matter with

mind. It all happened inside of Dalton where Terror and Huff reign, and it
is for those who only know the building from this side that we tell the Tale, forever
a warning to those hapless ones who would penetrate its mysteries.

The Girl opened the door carelessly: she was unaffected and walked with a
Simple Harmonic Motion. As she stepped inside a sudden movement of the
ether made her notice a large Sine with a Co-sine right next to it: ““Everybody must
continue in a state of uniform motion in a straight line unless interrupted.” The
Girl felt frightened; some power stronger than her will was at work. All at once
she began to move; hours later she was still moving. She became first tired and
then exhausted, but on she went. The interruption came at last, for she came to
an abrupt halt as she fell down an inclined plane. She put out her lever arm to
steady herself and as she did so a tall man came up to her and said, “‘ Please take this
Quiz!” She remembered her Mother saying to her, “Every action produces an
equal and opposite reaction,” so she knocked him down and failed to take the Quiz.
The man had a certain Mechanical Advantage over her and she felt that she was in
his power, but she determined not to show her fear and began to conserve all her
energy until the right moment should arrive. The Man looked at her and took
her temperature, for he felt in a certain indefinable way that her Thermal Capacity
was not normal. “You have lost a degree,” he said; he looked worried and began
to get his apparatus ready. First he weighed her in air and then he weighed her in
water; he looked more worried than ever. ‘‘You have lost a great deal,” he
said gently.

The Girl looked at her watch; it had begun to go counter clock-wise and she
could not read it. Even a little watch was not safe here! She suddenly caught
sight of a Wheatstone Bridge. Release was in sight! She ran to it and jumped.
Nature frustrated her, for the current was too strong and she was washed ashore by
a sound wave. When she was herself again they forced a few calories of food down
her throat by means of a tuning fork. Under constant pressure she began to
expand; her resentment was reaching the fusion point. While the Man was
looking the other way she seized a piece of sealing wax, and having charged it by
rubbing it on her sleeve she touched his arm with the deadly weapon and instantly
electrocuted him.

Free once more, she was on the point of leaving the building when a Lion of
Force drove her into another room. Here she came face to face with Einstein.
There was a certain magnetism about him and unwillingly the Girl felt herself
impelled toward him. The great man looked at her. “My dear, it’s all relative
anyway,” he said, “‘so why worry! Now go! You are here and now discharged.”
Without stopping to thank him, with an accelerated velocity the Girl ran off and

shut the doors of Natural Science behind her forever. SERENA

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VERA, THE MEDIUM

A HEART-THROBBING DRAMA OF GIRLHOOD
Rell. THE BAT (IN THE BELFRY).

Scene. Batch’s room. A dim light in the corner; clouds of incense. Jacobi
enters and falls over a book as she tries to escape. Our Vera, Haworth,
holds out alluring hands. Jacobi, against her will, sinks down beside her.
Invoking her spirits, Haworth seeks to draw the Parade Song from her
terror-stricken victim, who, unfortunately, does not know it.

Reel II. WAY DOWN STAIRS.

Scene I. Haworth’s room, tastefully decorated with hand-painted gold-fish
bowls. The light is faint. An eager group is sitting in a circle around a
small table. A question is transmitted to the other world and the table
suddenly begins to tear itself away from the petrified company. June
screams and leaps upon the couch, which creaks protestingly. Gulie,
Batch, and E. stick manfully by the table.

Scene IJ. A Pitch-black corridor. The table is bobbing madly downstairs
followed by a weird, awe-struck crowd. ‘The shrieks uttered by June, who
has been resuscitated by curiosity, have collected throngs.

Scene IIIT. The morning after, in the Mausoleum. Miss Adair mournfully
looking at the ruins of what was once a small mahogany table. Her
eyes light vengefully.

Scene IV. Luncheon the same day, in the Rock dining-room. A bell rings.
Miss Adair rises and proclaims emphatically that hereafter communica-
tions with the spirit world shall not be conducted with the Mausoleum
furniture.

Reel III. THE CAT AND THE CANARY.

Scene I. The Leuba Dining Room. Time, 8 P. M.
The Leuba family, minus Clarence, who is calling in the neighborhood,
Miss Sabin, Gulie, and Our Medium are present. They are expectantly
clasping hands around a massive oak table. Dr. Leuba looks doubting;
Miss Sabin registers faith, Gulie hope, Mrs. Leuba charity, and Haworth,
the focus of all eyes, fairly radiates complacency.

Scene IT. Same scene. Time, 10 P. M.
The table as before; Mrs. Leuba yawns, Miss Sabin wonders, Gulie looks
scared, and Dr. Leuba is triumphant. Her countenance darkened by over-
whelming chagrin, Haworth slinks to the door.*

*We always thought Dr. Leuba showed a mean spirit in picking out such a big table.
Haworth was such a little girl.

Martua TUCKER.
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ARTH has not got a worse place anywhere,

Dull is she not of wit, who can pass Bi,

A subject awful in complexity,
The Bi Lab now is filled with maidens fair..
The beauty of the college, bowed with care.
Cats, lobsters, and rabbits, worms and amoebas lie
Open unto the nose and to the eye
All new unpickled in the fragrant air.
Ne’er will the instructor let me keep
In its first splendor what I draw so ill;
Ne’er saw I, never watched that microbe creep!
My pencil glideth at its own free will:
Oh, soon my very classmates are asleep
And all the time the clock seems standing still.

M. V.

Dangerous Daps

PRING! Japanese cherry trees blooming by the Lib; May-Day poles on
Merion green; Charlie-Horse all over the campus—this is Spring. Rancocas
picnics where one paddles up a New Jersey stream in company with many

shirt-sleeved men and shop-girls in middy-blouses, under every bush a picnic in full
swing; trolley cars, ferries, and trains home—this is Spring. Senior singing on
Taylor steps, evening raids on P. T.’s garden, where one stumbles over all the other
people who have come to do the same thing; promiscuous picnics in all the hollows
on campus—this is Spring. George’s Ford; an unsteady trip to a far-away brook;
swimming in ice-water and nothing else; seventeen punctures on the way home,
and a cold the next day—this is Spring. An accentuated indisposition to attend
lectures, resulting in over-cutting among Freshmen; tea-house hounds, hot on the
trail of iced-tea and strawberry sundaes; suitors on Sunday with the usual young
man’s fancy—this is Spring. Seniors, making the best of the last few weeks of a
misspent life; Juniors, electing each other for official positions; Sophomores as
ever trying to exhibit a belated passion for their sister class; Freshmen under
foot everywhere—this is Spring. War-worn editors, begging for contributions to the
class-book; classes reuning under every tree with class competition still continuing,
only now the criterion instead of athletic points is children; the lawn mower
chugging on endlessly—this is Spring.

Perhaps you thought that Spring was restful; perhaps you imagined that it

consisted of birds and breezes and all the things of which the poet sings. Gentle
reader, think again.

Emrity ANDERSON.
K. GarRDNER
J. PALACHE

Captain—E. DonoHUE

E. ANDERSON
P. Norcross
A. NIcouy
E. Fincu





Athletics, 1919-1920

All-Round Championship—Won by 1921

TENNIS
Won by 1923
Captain—J. PALAcHE

Team

C. Barrp
O. Howarp
On Varsity—K. GARDNER

HOCKEY
Won by 1921

Team
M. TyLer
M. Krecu
F. Buiss
H. GuTuRIE

On Varsity—A. Nico.
H. GurTurie

D. Dessau

Manager—M. Ty.er

R. NEEL
E. DonoHuUE
G. Ruoaps

E. DonouuE

Substitutes—E. ANDERSON
M. TyLer
G. Ruoaps
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WATER POLO
Won by 1921

Captain—. ANDERSON 2 Manager—F. Buss
Team

O. Howarp Ik. ANDERSON A. Dunn

E. Hospy EF. Dononur R. Neev

A. NIcou.

On Farsity—E. ANDERSON
Substitutes—A. NIcoii
O. Howarp

SWIMMING MEET
Won by 1921

Captain—R. NEEL Manager—F .Buiss
Team

E. ANDERSON E. Hospy A. NIcoLy

F. Butss O. Howarp L. Wyckorr

E. DoNnoHuE R. NEEL

Third Place in Individual—W on by E. ANDERSON

APPARATUS MEET
Won by 1921

Captain—A. Nico.

Team

F. Briss O. Howarp P. Smiru
B. CLARKE A. Nico.

BASKET-BALL
Won by 1920

Captain—F. Buss Manager—E. ANDERSON
Team
F. Buiss O. Howarp P. SmitrH
B. CLaRKE A. NicoLi
On Varsity—F. Butss
A. Nico.i
Substitutes—O. Howarp
P. SmiTu

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Class Officers

President
MarGaret Batley SPEER

Vice-President and Treasurer

SERENA Everetr Hanp

Secretary

Auice Mary NIcoLi

Sonc Misrress—Loretta May Grim.

UnpeRGRADUATE AssoctaTION—V ice-President and Treasurer, Margaret Tyler;
Secretary, Serena Everett Hand;
Advisory Board, Emily Tremaine Anderson.

SELF-GOVERNMENT AssocIaTionN—Secretary, Margaret Alice Kennard;
Executive Board, Katherine Lucretia Gardner,
Octavia Duvall Howard.

CuristTIAn Association—Treasurer, Margaret Bailey Speer (resigned), Elizabeth
Belle Hobdy;
Members of Board, Marion Rawson (resigned), Margaret

Alice Kennard, Prue Durant Smith.

ATHLETIC AssociatTion—/unior Members, Alice Mary Nicoll, Emily Tremaine
Anderson, Frances McDowell Bliss.

Tue Cottece News—Editors, Frances McDowell Bliss, Barbara Clarke, Marie
Farnsworth Willcox;
Business Board, Cornelia Marcia Baird, Mary Douglass
Hay. |

Tue Lanrern—Editors, Vinton Liddell, Prue Durant Smith, Anne May Gabel;
Business Board, Ethel Blake Brown, Mildred Alice Voorhees.

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A Lib Utopia

N my fiftieth reunion, after visiting the recently completed Students’ Building,
I dropped in at the Lib to renew old times. As the heavy door swung open,
my feet were suddenly knocked from under me, and I sat down heavily.
Upon regaining consciousness | became aware of a huge face, like that on the
funny pier at Atlantic City, gazing down at me from what used to be the top of the
stairs, and from the mouth of this creature popped the form of one girl after another,
who catapulted down a winding slide to the basement floor, where she came to a
stop in a bowl-like structure. | determined to follow, no matter what the cost,
although my skirt (they all wore knickers) somewhat hampered my motions.
After climbing up a rope ladder at the foot with the help of an attendant in livery,
I entered the sanctum long ago known as stacks. It might more properly be named
“snacks’’, for this part of the library had been rented in 1950 by the famous cater-
ing firm of Knox, Donohue & Daughters, and the card catalogue had been trans-
formed into an automat. The Reference Room was leased as the ‘Ratz Eric
Salon”. Here one could buy anything from a balloon to a ball-gown. These two
business concerns had run the Book Shop out of existence.

The New Book Room was filled with tea tables, and each section between book-
cases at that end was curtained off into an alcove for the use of suitors, the only
regulation being that an official chaperon should dangle her legs from the stack
gallery above.

Ascending by an escalator, I found the students playing cards at each of the
two hundred little tables which filled the main room. From the chandelier hung a
trapeze where Dr. Gray, still youthful, could exercise, his beard floating in the
breeze. Dancers circled round to music radioed from the Surette-Alwyne Memorial
Band. At the far end of the room a row of musical chairs played while one gazed
at Mrs. Jarley’s wax-works of Barty in his cell, P. T. in an Arabian bath-tub, ete.

Descending the winding staircase, I found Dr. Arlitt conducting a maze.
I paid fifty cents to get in, but soon gave an attendant a dollar to get me out.
Another dollar was parted with e’er I entered the Athletic Side Show where Miss
Applebee was effecting remarkable psychological cures for the fat and thin by
showing them their reflections in curved mirrors.

I left all these innovations with a feeling of longing for the old days, and I
entered the Cloisters in the hope that here, at least, nothing would be changed.
But as I opened the door a gong sounded, and from each of fifty diving boards
attached to the wall of the Cloisters, a girl dived into the fountain, now greatly
enlarged, for her daily bath.

Grace Ruoaps.

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YEAR 1918-1922,

SEMESTER BEGINNING October 4, ENDING June 8.























SEMESTER Hours INSTRUCTOR'S
IN NAME OF COURSE PER SIGNATURE MARKS REMARKS
COLLEGE Week
Introduction to 10 45
Competitive count- course re- !
1 Athletics and ing as C. M. K. A. | peated in Ms
Eurhythmics. 2 Senior Yr. fy
Cc.
Experimental 4
2 Study of Elementary hours
and Principles of of 15h le Se 50
3 Dramatic Technique lab.
as seen in per 70 TL. V2 B:
Mid-Victorian Period. week
1 Social Psychology Hours 1919
2 of and 1920 Hike dee Too
3 Class Relations. hours 1921 (High Personal
4 Pressure)
Private Reasons
Daily Schemes
in connection
3 with physical and social All A. Scandall Bloody | Censored
status of the upper
classes in the year
1920-1921.
The Reformation 6
4 and Hours | M. M. Carey | H.C. Our Own
Its Probable per M. B. Speer free will
Modern Results. Reform


















Soul Symbolism

Marnie Radium

Sunny Silver and Gold

Loretta Rosemont Chimes
Henrietta White Oak Tree

Polly Uranium

Evelyn Tomato with perfume of a rose
Happy A flower that a butterfly lights on
Audrey Shelley’s Sensitive Plant
Liz A Lily

Lillian A Pansy

Story Chrysanthemum

Louise Ivy

Rawson Buckeye Tree

Rhett Healing Flower

Missy Wild Honeysuckle
Peggy North Star

Ikey Platinum

Virginia Great Stone Face

Prue Evergreen

Grace Cauliflower

Dougie California Orange
Barbara Aluminum

Fung Kei Mahogany

Ethel Aurora

Orbie Mercury

Orlie Elm Tree

Anna Quartz

Garrie Alabaster

Rabbit Poppie

Nett Plume

Fink Golden Iris

Pickle Amaryllis growing in sand stone
Constance Mecca

Tavy Crocus

Batch Beatrice

E Pink Hyacinth

Gulie Cherry Tree

Olive Cowslip

Dot W. Ash Tree

Reenie Scintilla

Dot D. Bronze covered with worn brass
Trina Squirrel
Burge Columbine—with the fruit of a Hazel-nut

Mecky Date ‘Tree

Anne Pianoforte wire

Kay Helium

km Sycamore

Marge Wordsworth’s Daffodils
Bun Phosphorus

Bliss Currant

Susie Marigold—with the grace of a rose
Josie Foxglove

Lib Antonio

Min Portia

Peek ‘The Noble Bison

Alice W. Mayflower

Epirn HEALEA.

Kubla Can't

EAR Bosphorus did P. T. now
N A stately harem home decree
Where scholars without number ran

For conclave undefiled by man
Down by the sonless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With camel walks were circled round,
And there were gardens bright with chandeliers,
Where blossomed many a marron-bearing tree,
And always Ada plates of fodder bears,
Recalling sunny thoughts of Deanery.

A maiden with a Beowulf

In a vision once I saw;
It was a fair Hoboken maid
And on her Tamburlaine she played,

Singing of 1908.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
Such prizes it would win me
That at Wallace’ all day long,
I would spend my money there
For luscious cone and strawberry ice,
And all who passed should see me there,
Nor conscience cry, Beware! Beware!
And bills should never come but twice.

Vinton LIppeELt.

n
w
1921

We knew the college took you in as a war measure, 1921, and so we tried to be
patriotic. On the whole the task was an easy one. We don’t have to applaud your
athletic success; two all-round championships speak for that. As for your literary
genius, 1t won the admiration of P. T., Robert Frost and ourselves. In dramatics
you never had a real chance: for better, for worse, who can say? Your aggressive
class spirit caused an equally violent reaction, and was responsible for what you term
our Blue Law policy. You cramped our style, but you made college interesting.

We believed till we met you that a sense of humor was indispensable—and we
still believe it. We might have appreciated you more, ’21, had you appreciated
yourselves less, but, nevertheless, we were almost as sad at your commencement
as we are at our own.

nn
_
Happiness and the Pursuit of Love
or
Omnia Vincit Amor

T was eating time in the great hall—eating time with its bowls of cereal, with

I its bottles of milk; eating time with its cauldrons of tomato soup, and cups of

steaming muggle; in short, it was eating time. Is this the dawn of love? you
ask me. Wait and see; do not spoil the story.

“Bunny!” she murmured, “Bunny!” and erstwhile she would wring her
hands as one bestrick and mutter into the telephone, “He cometh not!”

The love of Bunny and Jane was of that pure and almost divine type, only to
be found in Pembroke West. Of this same type was that of Bobbie and Shef,
Emily and Hill, Brushy and Jack.

But even superior to this was Ginny’s love for Bill Hart. “They had never met.
Years before she had seen his face painted on a poster. She had turned pale; fallen
into a swoon. Her Hart had spoken.

In the room of the eternal triangle (frequently quadrangle) there is another
group of revellers. But where is love? We look upon the walls and only female
faces stare down at us. We look into the muggle can. No evidence there. We
stand on our heads and look up the chimney. No masculine features strike our
anxious gaze. Yet the desk is bestrewn with letters. Whence come they?

The minutes pass and keep passing. In Prue’s room big subjects are being
discussed. We can tell that each here has known love in her own way—not in the
way we mean, however, and into their private secrets we may not probe.

Let us look once more for true love. Missy and Peggy are eating out of their
yellow bowls. They Jook innocent and pure. Has love come into their lives? No,
only elephants. Do you never look back upon the time when you watched the
Noah’s Ark animals walk two by two across the floor? Well, you skunk!

Old Taylor strikes twenty-five times, then half-strikes thirty-six more, then
dolefully strikes out.

From PEMBROKE East.

College Rings

“Let’s get together, girls,” they said,
“And have a college ring.”

“Hurrah!” the undergraduate cried,
“That will be just the thing!

Then when we meet in ’83

Pll know you’re you, and you I’m me.”

Ee as Ae

nN
on
Diggers in the Dark
) YOU who know Mother Nature only in her more superficial aspects, listen to

the tale of how her great secrets were revealed to one little maid. . . .

Tiny Betty in the fall of 1921 was enrolled in the Dalton kindergarten
class, which was held on the very top floor of that great building. It seemed an
ideal place to me as I chanced to visit it one day. I walked into the great room, and
there at long tables sat the busy little bees at work. What rows of happy faces
greeted me! ‘The kiddies were all supplied with crayons and drawing-books, which
were just too much fun. They fairly radiated delight as they sat there, and, under
the teacher’s guidance, sketched in all the little rivers in blue, mountains in red, and
learned so many wonderful things about Nature that one could see that they were
just bubbling over with love for her. Sometimes they had, so Betty told me, an
educational movie—film fun, you know—and they did so enjoy dating the period
of the big rocks shown on the screen by the costumes and hats of the sight-seers
photographed in the same picture. It was all so simple and graphic.

For special treats the tiny tots were taken on splendid long automobile rides.
I used to watch Betty set out in the afternoon, armed with her cunning hammer.
Soon she would be joined by her play-mates, chattering and laughing like so many
mag-pies. What a sight it was! What a scampering and clambering into the two
big buses! Amid general uproar, off they went, all filled with the glad spirit of
the occasion.

Or else Betty would join a good cross-country game of Hare and Hounds, or,
Follow the Leader. She leapt across or into brooks, climbed over fences, scaled
cliffs, raced across soap-stone dikes, and up terraces of re-excavation. Oh, it was
glorious sport! Oh, the happy times of childhood!

* * * *

But now I must come to the sad part of my story. Poor little Betty! One
tiny soul whom Mother Nature seemed to abandon and betray. As time went on
her good, wise teacher left her—also a few of her class-mates. The simple auto-
mobile which once seemed so harmless became the instrument of maudlin joy-rides.
She would disappear soon after lunch and not return for hours at a time. She no
longer showed the same glad spirit, nor her beautiful love of nature. She tried
to ferret out poor, dead creatures, and dug them up from their peaceful graves.
Things went from bad to worse: one day Betty departed at daybreak, and was
seen in a rowdy party going toward Camden. Hour after hour went by, and she

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had not returned. Noon came; still no sign. I could stand it no longer. I de-
termined to follow. After an endless ride under the scorching midday sun I
reached a wretched hole called New Egypt, a few run-down shacks beside a rail-
road track. From somewhere came the sound of vulgar rag-time. I followed it,
and soon came upon a disreputable bar-room. Something seemed to urge me on.
The bar-keeper rolled a large, black cigar in his mouth, and was busy mixing drinks.
I hesitated to go further, but the rag-time became louder, and I heard the sound
of jazzing feet issuing from the next room. It was labelled ‘Dance Hall.” I
forced my way in.

How can I describe the scene which presented itself? A garish room with
colored crepe-paper decorations. Here, swaying madly around in the intricacies
of the most abandoned of dances, half-empty bottles in their hands, were Betty and
her associates, while all the town louts loafed about ogling them. Oh, the horror
of it! Oh, poor, erring Betty! What could I do? Gently I took her by the hand
and led her out of that sweltering place into the pure air. She was incoherent
and muttered, ‘Cretaceous fossils, cretaceous foss—! Oh, oh, oh!”

309

“So it has come to this?” I said.

I took her home and put her to bed.
KATHERINE PEEK.

Shrubs

Why can’t they let the poor shrub be?
They snatch it up persistently;
Sometimes it’s here, and sometimes there,
And sometimes ’t isn’t anywhere.

Today I found it quite forlorn

Crouching behind a wall of corn.

Salis Ele

n
1
A Wision of Judgment

Revealed to the Minor English class.

(Being a prose version of a well-known poem—supplemented by the notes of an
equally well-known personage.)

T was really most awfully dull. The little circle of “romantic poets”’ felt their
heads nodding hopelessly in their hands. Wordsworth, who had one of his
apoplectic headaches again, stroked his long white wings reflectively, and

thought of France. It was indeed emotion recollected in tranquility. Only Lord
Byron, who was afraid of getting fat, danced about in an eighteenth century
manner.

Suddenly the gates burst asunder. Somebody seemed to be waiting to get in.

“Hope it’s a Young Ladies’ Boarding School,’’ cried Shelley, as though waking
from a dream.

“Hope she’s pretty,” said Byron, poking playfully among Wordsworth’s ribs.

“Well, she won’t be,’ answered Wordsworth crossly.

“She'll be old and have swollen ankles.”

“Oh, mercy to myself, I cried,
If Lucy should be dead.”
he added irrelevantly, lapsing again into oblivion.

At this point the newcomer appeared.

“What a very strange coincidence,” said Wordsworth, looking rather startled.

The newcomer wore an academic robe, and swayed ever so slightly from side
to side. Her hair was gray, parted in the middle, and from her general demeanor
she might have been termed an English woman.

“Well,” said St. Peter, who walked behind, carrying the rusty keys, “here they
are; but they don’t seem to know you.”

The newcomer put her hand to her head and patted her hair. Her feelings of
disappointment were obviously too poignant to be expressed.

Byron, to whom courtesy was law, extended his hand, but though the new-
comer forced a smile to her lips, she hid in a startled manner behind St. Peter’s
skirts. (She had once known a lady who had been acquainted with Mr. Byron.)

Finally, after not a little hesitation, during which she seemed to find difficulty
in putting her thoughts into words. she went up to Shelley, whose big eyes she
found very charming.

““He must know me,” she said.

But Shelley had already lapsed into another transport.

“He must know me,” she whispered awefully, pulling Wordsworth by the
sleeve. But he had begun to write a sonnet about a forsaken washerwoman,
whose very wash-tub had deserted her.*

Suddenly there appeared another figure in the offing, carrying a suit-case.

“That,” said St. Peter, “is Southey on his way to hell. He is truly romantic,
and is therefore about to flee.”

The newcomer brightened. ‘Perhaps he will take me along,” she said.

Something miraculous made Southey turn around as she uttered these words.
(She had recently praised those works of his.)

“Come,” he called. And together they slipped out through the gates.

Mitprep VoorRHEES.
* Note.—See Minor English Notes for the value of the Tub in poetry.
1924

We have always felt that you were quite able to take care of yourselves. We
started to bring you up, but you rapidly became independent. You have been
consistently good in everything that you have attempted, and you have attempted
many things. Perhaps what we have said seems to lack affection, but Even Classes
are notably undemonstrative. Your songs waking us to the first clear May Day
in history are one of many pleasant memories. We leave you with great regret
but with no fear for the future.
THe Are '22
I MET a very old alum,

Forty years old, she said.
Her once-bobbed hair now long become
Clustered about her head.

She wore a dark blue hockey-skirt,
For she was wildly clad.

With hockey stick she was alert,
Her vigor made me glad.

Where are your classmates, old alum?
And what class may you be?
“What class? Why, ’22! How dum!”

She wondering looked at me.

“And where are they, I pray you tell?”
“Why, ’22 are we,

And some of us have married well
And some will never be.

“The first we lost was Evelyn;
A meet one was the day,

On which she took the horses in,
Which she had stol’n away.

““So now she is behind the bars,
And when the pool is dry
We show her apparatus stars,

My brother ‘Gym’ and I.

Our Marnie now does stockings knit
Until her eves are dim,

Her one twin is a Sunny chit,
The other one is Grim.”

“But they aren’t here, they are not here,
Their spirits must be blue.”
*Twas throwing words away, for still
The old alum would have her will,
And said, ‘“‘We’re ’22.”
Miiprep VooRHEES.

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198g -8%20 Wer -22



@Qym_ STYLES

Athletics 1920-1921

19e3 W!|Ny ives

All-round Championship won by 1921

Captain—E. DoNoHUE

E. Fincu
M. TyLer
C. Bairp
A. NIcoLy

M. TyLer
F. Briss

Captain—F. Buiss
P. SmiIrH
E. Hospy

O. Howarp

E. ANDERSON

HOCKEY
Won by 1921

Team

M. Krecu
B. CLarKE
F. Buiss
A. ORBISON
On Varsity

A. NIcoLi

Substitute—G. Ruoaps

WATER POLO
Won by 1921

Team
E. ANDERSON
A. NIcoLi

On Varsity
F. Buiss
Substitute—O. Howarp
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Manager—E. ANDERSON

E. DonoHuE
R. NEEL
G. RuoapEs

M. Krecu
E. DonoHuUE

Manager—A. Nicoiy

F. Buiss
R. NEEL

A. NIcoLi
SWIMMING MEET
Won by 1921

Captain—F. Briss Manager—R. NEEv
Team
EK. ANDERSON O. Howarp H. SreveNs
F. Burss A. NIcour L. Wyckorr
E. Dononue R. NEEL A. Wooprurr

College Records Broken
68-foot swim on back—k. ANDERSON

Second Place in Individual—Won by E. ANDERSON

APPARATUS MEET
Won by 1921

Captain—A. Nicoiy Manager—M. VooruEeEs
Team
F. Briss R. NEEL H. SrEvENs
B. CLARKE A. OrBIson K. STILEs
A. Nicouy E. RoGers M. VooruHEES
TENNIS
Won by 1923
Captain—K. GARDNER Manager—O. Howarp
Team
K. GARDNER J. PaLracuHEe K. Stites
O. Howarp R. NEEL

On Varsity—K. GarDNER
O. Howarp

BASKET-BALL
Won by 1921

Captain—F. Briss Manager—A. NicoLi
Team
F. Briss O. Howarp P. SmitH
B. CLarKE A. Nicoii

On Farsity—A. Nico
F. Briss
Substitute—B. CLARKE

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Senior Year


Aut Encranp Hockey TEam

Varsiry Hockey Team, 1921-1922
Class Officers

President
Marcaret TYLER

Vice-President and Treasurer
SERENA Everett Hanp
Secretary
Prur Durant Smita
Sone Misrress—Loretta May Grim.
Assistant, Elizabeth McGowan Hall.
Unpercrapbuate Association—President, Jane Rust Burges;
Advisory Board, Serena Everett Hand.
SELF-GOVERNMENT AssociatioN—President, Katherine Lucretia Gardner;
Vice-President, Margaret Alice Kennard.
CurisTIAN AssociaTIoN—President, Margaret Bailey Speer;
Vice-President, Marion Rawson;
Board Members, Cornelia Marcia Baird, Octavia Duvall
Howard, Margaret Tyler.
Atutetic Assoctation—President, Alice Mary Nicoll;
Vice-President, Emily Tremaine Anderson;
Board Member, Raymonde Neel.
Enciisu CLtus—President, Elizabeth Belle Hobdy;
Secretary, Katherine Mary Peek.
Frencw CLup—President, Constance Guyot Cameron.
Liperat CLusp—President, Josephine McCulloh Fisher;
Vice-President, Jane Rust Burges.
Science CLus—President, Evelyn Rogers;
Treasurer, Harriet Lyman Stevens.
SpanisH CLtusp—President, Cornelia Marcia Baird.
Irartan Crus—President, Mildred Alice Voorhees.
Desatinc CLus—President, Orlie Anna Haggerty Pell.
GLEE CLus—President, Loretta May Grim.

Tue Cottece News—Editor-in-Chief, Frances McDowell Bliss;
Editors, Barbara Clarke, Marie Farnsworth Willcox;
Business Board, Cornelia Marcia Baird (manager), Mary
Douglass Hay.

Tue LanrerN—Editor-in-Chief, Prue Durant Smith;
Editors, Anne Gabel, Suzanne Katherine Aldrich;
Business Board, Ethel Blake Brown (manager), Mildred Alice
Voorhees, Eleanor Custis Bennett.

67


QA Long Tale

66 OU’RE not attending,’ said Cousin Alys severely. “What are you
Caan of?”
“The past four years and what a long sad tale I have had,” said
the tiger.
“Tt is a long tail, certainly, but why do you call it sad?’—and she kept
puzzling about it while the tiger was speaking and muttering “hear, hear,” so
that her idea of the tale was something like this:

When Tip walked

abroad we were

terribly awed; the
Seniors were ogres
we struggled to
please. Though

20 was wise and
seemed old in our
eyes, we'd known
them as Juniors and

felt more at our ease.
The rule of the red never
went to our head; we’d
known them too long

to fear them at all.
Though up on the
pinnacle now, we
are cynical; even with

Marnie we feel very E. T. A.
small. We don’t

like it at E. J. P.

S. E. H

all.
xtra!

extract from oficial Rules—revised April 21, 1922
1. Soup in all halls*will be served at 6.30 P. M..
2. When meat is served by one maid the other maid will follow with vege-
tables.
3. Luncheon service will be the same as dinner: 1st, soup; 2d, luncheon dish;
3rd, dessert; 4th, coffee after the dessert is served.

MAIN LINE MISSES MAKE HISTORY
DAINTY DENBIGHITES TRY OUT NEW SPORT
FOOD MEAT ATTRACTS ATTENTION
ORBISON CHAMPION

Piling up a score of 11 points, Miss Agnes Orbison, the pretty little Bryn
Mawr miss, proved that the ingenious new feature in indoor sports recently intro-
duced at the college will be most popular among the fair sex. Assembling at the
dining-room door at 6.30 promptly, the Senior team, handsomely gowned, crashed
through the ropes. They took their places at the appointed table as rapidly as
possible but with that calm confidence indicative of a well-trained team. At the
shrill blast of Starter Nicoll’s whistle they plunged into their soup for the first
heat. From the beginning Miss Orbison took the offensive; Miss Peek, overcome
by hysteria, had to default in the event. No other casualties occurred, and the
breathless side-lines saw Miss Orbison, at the last flying spoonful, proclaimed the
victor. Miss Howard, a dark horse never before considered a serious competitor
in gastronomic speed, came in second; to the surprise of all, this fair-haired lassie
got down her soup in fine form.

The next event was called, and many damsels were entered for meat, potatoes,
spinach and carrots, some even for all. Again Miss Orbison triumphed; she cut
a splendid figure and was soon well down the course; Miss Finch and Miss Dom tied
for second and Miss Cameron placed third.

The salad was the least popular event and the entries were unenthusiastic.
It seemed as though the tide was turning against Miss Orbison for she trailed in
second, Miss Pell being an easy first. The referees on investigation discovered that
Miss Pell had fouled by not eating her cracker. The sturdy Main-liner was much
distressed but was later completely exonerated as one of the colored officials had
inadvertently secreted her cracker under a spare napkin.

The dessert event caused a furor owing to the strawberry sauce, and all the
Seniors entered with renewed vigor. Miss Orbison not satished with her record-
breaking time of 2 minutes, 2514 seconds went through the event a second time
with no apparent effort. She was forthwith proclaimed individual champion with
a score of 11 points. She was carried out on the shoulders of her jubilant team-
mates to the rousing strains of “Cheer on cheer, we know no fear,” the historic
battle-cry of the Dark Blue. Hearty congratulations were in order for this new
Atalanta. All present felt the double significance of both the outcome of the meat,
and of its import for the future of women’s competitive athletics.

Autce NICOLL.
KATHERINE PEEK.
“Che Animals Come in Two by Tmo”

Scene: Pembroke Dining Room—Senior table.

Smell: Fish.

Time: 6.30.

(As door opens, enter the Friendly One, seats herself at head of table and greets all who
come in with cheery smile and “‘ Hullo, everybody’’.

Five minutes elapse.

Enter Rawson and Missy from opposite sides of the room, smile sweetly upon one
another and sit down side by side. Ditto Peggy and Happy, Ikey and Polly.

A desuliory stream of Animals fills up the seats,Prue and Scribby separating reluctantly.

Finally, Loretta and Sunny squabbling, and Marnie.

As doors shut, Rat and Ray in the forbidden middies slink into their seats, casting
terrified glances at Peg.)

COURSE THE FIRST
CoLp Soup

Rawson (politely)—I don’t care for any.

Missy.—Yes—no. I sink so. I don’t care.

Rat (vehemently) —Ugh! (Pushes it away.)

Dor (pounding the table)—I want some attention, people. Remember, we’re
giving ’23 a party tonight. You'll help make sandwiches?

Auprey.—Oh, Dot, I don’t see why you have to have it this week. Anyway, I
hate sandwiches! (Squirms.)

Missy.—Keep quiet. I want to hear what they are saying at the end of the table!

COURSE THE SECOND

Bakep Potatoes
Stew or Fis
SPINACH

Rawson.—I don’t care for any, thank you!

Missy.—Rawson, please

(As the fragrant fish arrives the table very naturally turns to soles (souls). Edith
presides.

Eve.tyn.—Have you my soul yet?

Epitu (gazes into space with rapt expression).—Well, your soul is a tomato—with the
smell of a rose.

Evetyn (disappointed) —Oh! What does that mean?

Epirn.—l’ve forgotten.

Rat (Shrieking from end of table) —-What’s mine?

Epitu (promptly)—An egg-shell—or a kangaroo.

(Bell rings.) Sunny mounts chair and begins with engaging smile and confidential

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fone | have a lot to say today, so if you could all bear with me (Fifteen
announcements follow with continual promplings and corrections from her
better thirds.) ot

Loretta (at end of oration).—TVhat girl will kill me!

PRUE (taking advantage of the silence.—I am glad to see by the marks that the
Seniors are keeping up a good standard, especially in Bi. This year we've
simply got to be RIAL Seniors!

SUNNY.—Let’s sing “She Hit Him with a Shingle!”

(Chorus of “Let's not” in undertones. Nevertheless they sing, Grace coming in strong
on “Yow ve been drinking.” Feeble applause from 1924.)

CrHorus.—1923 something appropriate!

(Singing continues intermittently throughout meal.)

CCURSE THE THIRD
SALAD

Rawson.—I don’t care for any, etc.

(Missy looks eloquent. Sunny holds up a flopping cracker. Giggles from Marnie.)

Loretta (eak/y).—That girl will kill me!

AUDREY (messing up her salad and wriggling).—I don’t see why they don’t give us
Russian dressing!

PeG.—Oh, Hap, doesn’t this look like Foramniferous ooze?

Cuorus.—Shut up! !

COURSE THE FOURTH
Wicciy JeLry with queer aroma and unspeakable sauce.

Tapes (in unison, shoving back chairs and exiting) —Can’t stand this! Let’s Milch!
Missy (disgusted).—Well, you don’t have to talk like that about it. (Takes last
gulp of water, and with “Come on, Peg,” follows Rawson.)
Potty (to [key).—Don’t you want to come skating?
Ikey.—Oh, I told Pickle I’d go with her! (Exit, talking.)
(The remaining animals wander out half fed and growling. The curtain falls on
the Big Three still sitting.)
From THE Tapes.


1925

If your red seems a little pale, 1925, we realize that it is still too early to com-
pare you with your vivid predecessor. We like your enthusiasm and feel that it
will take you far—in what direction we are not quite sure. At any rate, we shall
look for you on the front page of the News.
€ditorial Episodes
O.:: journalistic experiences while running the News have varied from finding

out for one gentleman how many potential missionaries college contained

to informing another what were the ideal qualities for the husband of a Bryn
Mawr graduate. One episode promised to be exciting. We were called to the
telephone.

“Ts this the editor of the College News?” demanded a charming masculine voice.

We admitted we were.

‘Are you interested in kissing?”’ continued the voice suavely.

We were startled. Our editorial dignity was shaken. We hesitated between
a haughty, “Sir, how dare you!”’ and a diplomatic “That depends.” Diplomacy
won—but we were doomed to disappointment. The charming voice belonged to
a reporter who wished our opinion on a rather amatory article about kissing which
had appeared in a western college paper.

The crowning blow to our editorial career came, however, one day in spring
as we strolled eagerly in to lunch. Minnie, the earnest if inefhicient telephone maid,
rushed up and gave us a message received that morning.

“What?” we cried, aghast.

“Yes, Miss,” she repeated, “the College News called up to find out who the
editor was.”

The blow was too much



we resigned the next day.
Frances Biss.

That Elsie Has to Learn

Discovered.—Will and Elsie lingering over their second cups of coffee. A small
pale child with a bathed expression is sitting listlessly on the floor.

Small Boy.—Ma! My nose!

Elsie (searching wildly for handkerchief).—Oh, Will, lend me yours!

Will—Now, Elsie, how many times have | told you that wiping the nose
is a conditioned reflex, nof an instinct, and with the maturation of the nervous
system an action pattern will develop which upon presentation of the correct
stimulus will result in a discriminatory response—in this case, seeking out a hand-
kerchief and applying it to the nose.

Elsie—But, Will, this is no time

Will—yYes, there is something in what you say, but let us allow the boy to
seek the desired object himself. In this way, training and adaptation developed



in his own mind, so to say, will lead him to a type of action heretofore unacknowl-
edged. As I see it, to give the fellow a handkerchief would give vent to a con-
flicting suppressed wish or action pattern which would, in a vicious circle, lead to
a desire for a coupla handkerchiefs, which would utterly disintegrate the little chap.
(Little Willie has resorted to his sleeve.)
CATHERINE RHETT.

“NI
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MERION CORPORATION

PERSONNEL DISCHARGED
J. BURGES M E R I oO N H A L L U. BATCHELDER
B. CLARKE E. BRUSH

E. DONOHUE BRYN MAWR E. BUMM

D, FERGUSON L. GRIM

K. GARDNER PA. H. GUTHRIE

J. GOWING J. SHEARER
S. HAND Cc. SKINNER
M. D. HAY E. TITCOMB
F. K. LIU ° i
Hants REPORT FOR YEAR ENDING J: EAN
J. PALACHE WEDNESDAY, JUNE 8, 1922

K. STILES

A. WOODRUFF

The Corporation herewith presents its report:—-

SALES DEPARTMENT-Travelling agent, E. Donohue of the Knox
Co.

Owing to favorable business conditions WE have been able to

open up new routes through the library, charging all the
traffic will bear.

CORRESPONDENCE DEPARTMENT-—Burges and Stiles.

Correspondence has been very heavy, in hopes of forming
holding companies. BUSINESS IS PRESSING! Burges recommends
along this line, reorganization of the system, entailing
social engagements with unmarried members of the faculty.

STOCKS AND BONDS DEPARTMENT—Manager, M. Meng.

In spite of panic, stock still above par. High credit due
to manager.

SOCIAL DEPARTMENT-—Manager, K. Gardner.

Gardner keeps a good line of new youthful models; recommends
social engagements with married members of the faculty.* By
reorganization of the system along this line she hopes to

get entire control of a classic firm on Roberts Road, and
undercut the present partner.

PUBLICITY DEPARTMENT-—Agent, S. Hand.

Information gotten on quotations from other companies. Has

tried out sleeping conditions in other halls. Report unfav—
orable.f

WORKS COMMITTEE—Chairman, Palache.

Rivals Efficiency Department in efficiency. Has made inter—-
esting experiments in local sleeping conditions as to most
favorable hours and places. Refuses to accept any positions

of responsibility owing to absorbing interest in this in-—
vestigation.

DIRTY WORKS COMMITTEE—Chairman, Fat.

In spite of her size we keep Fat on, because of her good
nature and willingness.

With all her work she has time for recreation, which she

*cf Burges.
jStrictly confidential.
would rather spend on the clothes line than in the pool
room.

CORPORATION COUNSEL—A. Woodruff.
Can argue any case, pro or con; has taken up the psychologi-
cal aspect of law with her accustomed fervour.

EFFICIENCY EXPERT-B. Clarke.

GOWING AND FERGUSON.

Gowing has made a thorough survey of all branches of science
in view to becoming the physician-in-—chief of the company.
Ferguson reports that in her pursuit of culture she has
stumbled upon musical liabilities, but her credit still
holds good.

FOREIGN CORRESPONDENCE-F’. K. Liu.

REPORT from member discharged with good recommendations:—
Guthrie—Preparing to form merger with promising busi-—
ness firm.

In closing we would say that since E. Brush and
L. Grim have gone into separate partnerships we have gotten
rid of all our watered stock and have pooled our interests. *
We append the following wire just received:

MERION CORPORATION
Bryn Mawr:

Congratulate you on promise shown by your product.
C. Skinner.

(Signed) David Belasco.

*See M. K. Applebee and Gymnasium Record of Fines.
How to Me-Cerman the Moron

1. CounTING 10 By Fives. (“Now I want you to count to ten by fives. Like
this: 5-10. Now you begin.’’)
Warning: On this test, no further help may be given; the question may be
repeated if necessary.
Errors allowed: 1.
Time limit: 30 minutes.

2. Prcrures, INTERPRETATION. (2 of 3. What is this a picture of?)
(a) Louvre in Paris._.._........... ee aCe eee eee eee Se oe

3. VisuaL IMAGERY.
Procedure: Can you imagine the face of a clock? (They usually can.)
When a professor is lecturing and you imagine it is 5 minutes past

11 (if they say that lectures don’t begin until ro minutes past the hour
tell them to go to Major Economics any day in the week), well, suppose
you were to change the hands of the clock so that the big hand is where
the little hand is and the little hand is where the big hand is, what time
would it be?

Response: § minutes of 1.

Next step: Why don’t you change them then?.._._.__-2-------eeeee ee

4. COMPARISONS AND DIFFERENCES.
(a) Cow, Dog, Horse.
This is an especially good test for Bryn Mawr students, as it is very
difficult to tell the difference when they are served a la mode.
(b) Adam Smith, Mrs. Smith, Prue Smith.
Ans. Mrs. Smith’s talk is an ordeal.
Adam Smith’s talk is an ideal.
Prue Smith’s talk is a great deal.

5. FaBLes.

(a) One day I was walking down Merion Avenue and | saw the Apple going
into Yarrow. Soon G. G. came storming up the path and she too went
into Yarrow. And finally Dr. Draper walked up the front steps and
disappeared inside. What lesson does this teach?

Ans. Birds of a feather flock together.

(b) Sarah Rivers was one day cooking tomato soup for Merion Hall lunch.

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Soon the chef came and told her to put more pepper in it. Sarah
showed her medal and refused. The chef was then very angry and
seizing the medal threw it into the pot, thereby making the soup taste
very badly. What lesson does this teach?

Ans. Too many cooks spoil the broth.
14 Credit: Don’t meddle in other people’s affairs.

6. Propiems or Fact.

(a) My neighbor has been having queer visitors; first Nancy Waterbury,
then a doctor, then P. T. What do you think happened there?

(b) Cecil, returning for a week-end, was walking around the campus.
Suddenly she was very much frightened and ran to Miss Applebee, saying
she had just seen hanging from the Gym .. What did
she see?

Emity ANDERSON.

To the Girls We Leave Behind Gs

E suggest:
1. That a set of tennis-balls be endowed for the Collins dog with an

attendant to throw them for him.

2. That Cousin Alys rent her bonnet and use the proceeds to buy a new one.

3. That paper bags be supplied by Ada to carry off the surplus from P. T.’s
reception’s.

4. That the National Biscuit Co. substitute non-rustling paper in_ their
cracker boxes so that those who wish to listen to twelve o'clock lectures
may do so.

5. That the custom of sending flowers be abolished and packs of cards be used
instead.

6. That the standard be raised by raising the marks.

7. That the level of general intelligence be Constant.

NI
“I
Graduating with Honors

Upper Ten
MAGNA CUM LAUDE

Sy_tva THURLOW

Maset Anna MENG

Mase Story KIRKBRIDE
MarGaret Batley SPEER
Orive Beatrice Fioyp
GERTRUDE PROoKOSCH

Oriie AnNa Haccerty PELL

CUM LAUDE

ELEANOR GABELL
CLaRINDA KIRKHAM GARRISON
MarGaRetT Crossy

VIRGINIA RANDOLPH GRACE Eruet Brake Brown

Grace Evans Ruoaps Frances LaBEL

KATHERINE Mary PEEK KATHERINE LUCRETIA GARDNER
Matvina Dorotuy GLASNER JosepHiInE McCuLiou FIsHEer
Littian Wyckorr Constance Guyot CAMERON

European Fellow: Sytva THURLOW.
George W. Childs Essay Prize: Mapet Story KirkBRIDE.
Sunny Jim: MarGaret Tyler.


“Sunny Jim”
The Interior

Scene: Sitting room in the Steadfast’s home. There is a large table in the center
of the room on which stands a lamp which casts a soft yellow light over the Standard
Dictionary and the Encyclopedia Britannica, Who's Who, and The Book of Knowledge
which are distributed about the table and on the bookshelves. The room is tastefully
decorated and shows every sign of being that of a cultured family. As the curtain rises,
Mr. Steadfast 1s disclosed sitting in an easy chair on one side of the table and Mrs. S.
is in a low rocker darning stockings (evidently those of Baris and Meatrice, who are
lying flat on the big bear rug—gazing into the glowing fire.)

Baris —But, Father, what is the significance of a flag at half-mast?

Mt. S.—Come, come, Baris—Can’t you remember? Your Mother gave you
a complete history of the Flag-at-Half-Mast only last Tuesday.

Baris (hanging her head).—I know, I know, but I can’t remember. Was it

Meatrice (interrupting—stuttering slightly in her eagerness).—St-t-tewpid!
I know! (She gives the life history of the Flag-at-Half-Mast.)

Mr. S.—Baris, tell your mother what you know about the nature of a gold fish.

Baris —A small carp (Carassius auratus) originally Chinese and naturally
dull olive. Golden, silver, and other varieties obtained by breeding—domesticated
throughout the world in aquaria.

Mr. S.—Good work, daughter! You are rapidly out-stripping Meatrice.

Mrs. S. (rising to the defence of her eldest) —Oh, I don’t know. Meatrice, tell
Father what you have learned about oatmeal. (Aside to husband.) I think, dear,
that this was awfully cute of her. She looked it up all herself from pure interest.
We are getting along, aren’t we? (He nods.)

Meatrice.—Oatmeal is the meal of oats—which is made into porridge—some-
times called rolled oats, avena satura being the Latin term.

Mrs. S.—Distinguish between rolled oats and wild oats.

Meatrice (without hesitation).—Rolled oats—not to be confused with wild oats,
the latter being youthful follies and not to eat.

Mrs. S. (triumphantly).—So you see, Meatrice is keeping up. Baris, dear,
get to your reading.

Baris (thoughtfully) —May I ask just one question before I go?

Mr. S.—Of course, dear. We are always ready to answer anything in our
power.

Baris.—What 1s the thing to do when you find a greased pig in your bed-room?

Meatrice (scornfully).—S-silly! Why, kick the n-nasty thing out, of course,
and then have your r-r-room fumigated before retiring. It’s the only s-s-sanitary
way!

Mr. and Mrs. S. (together) —Bravo, Meatrice dear! Now get to your reading,
both of you!





Curtain.
Autce NICOLL.
The Children’s Hour

Between nine and ten in the evening,
When the bell rings in ‘Taylor tower,

Comes a pause in the day’s occupations
That is known as the Children’s Hour.

I hear on the sidewalk behind me
The patter of little feet.

Strange figures go scuttling forward
And into the gym retreat.

From the doorway I see in the limelight,
Panting to do and to dare,

Cousin Alys, the inexhaustible Apple,
And Jane Smith on a regular tear.

A whisper and then a silence,
Yet | know by their merry eyes

They are plotting and planning together
To take some exercise.

A sudden rush for a partner,
A sudden dash for the Vic.

To the sound of enticing music
They begin to wriggle and kick.

They drag me into a circle.
Of my comfort they know not nor care.
If I trv to escape, they surround me;
They seem to be everywhere.

My arms they tear from the sockets,
My feet rarely touch the ground.

I pant and groan; still, though I moan,
The mad crowd shoves me round.

But though I rebel (ll remember,
Yes, forever and a day,
Cousin Alys twirling, her long skirt swirling,
And Hilda whooping away.
UrsuLa

ao

BaTCHELDER.
@hapel Talks
eae went to chapel quite regularly. That is, he went four times

a week.

Salamagundi went to chapel on Monday—

Eager to hear P. T. speak about local affairs. It was on Mondays that she
spoke to him of his table manners—told him that academic Salamagundis do not
rush through their meals, and, she concluded, as Salamagundi melted away into
penitent tears, “The scandal of the way you eat your meals cries to Heaven.” It
was on Mondays that she spoke to him about the yearly deficit, and told him that
she could find no benefactor to pay for the food that had already been eaten.

Salamagundi went to chapel on Wednesday—

To hear about Pure Literature of the East and of the West; to hear about
Economics and Politics; to watch his President lean over the platform and talk
with characteristic intensity and zeal as she told him statistics of the Salamagundis
married, dead or teachers. On Wednesdays he would decide that his life work lay
in the teaching profession.

Salamagundi went to chapel on Thursday—

To hear which of his friends had the measles; to hear the newest infirmary
regulations, and the most recent quarantine established. Thursday was the day
when Salamagundi used to think that when he had finished his education he would
be a great social worker.

Salamagundi went to chapel on Friday—

To hear about P. T.’s finger in Washington’s pie; to hear of her encounter
with Sheiks (Salamagundi had read The Sheik in the Infirmary and was more
surprised than pleased). On Friday Salamagundi was fired with a desire to be a
diplomat or a wayfarer on the desert.

Sometimes Salamagundi would have surprises. Instead of hearing his Presi-
dent speak, her Cousin Alys would talk on “Our English Life,’ or “Our Politics
as Compared With Yours.’ Occasionally one of his bolder Professors would
explain the latest fluctuations in the Marking System.

Now this Salamagundi is old, and doubtless Bryn Mawr has forgotten him and
his mates, but as the clock strikes nine, he can see again the high ceilings and the
half-filled rows of chairs with the Royal Family and Staff occupying the two front
rows left. Dorotuy Dessau.

Receptions

To a Senior Reception of Pete’s

The seniors all went for the eats.
This may seem very rude,
But the Deanery food

Is a change from tomatoes and beets.

eel Ae

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bo
Johunp Mraper

“What is Old Taylorvingin’ for?” asked the faculty one day.

“To call you out, to call you out,” did colored Nelson say.

“What makes you look so white, so white?” asked the faculty dismayed.
“Pm dreadin’ what I’ve got to watch,” the colored Nelson said.

ear the Dead March play.

For they’re “angin’ Johnny Draper, you can’
The college is in ’ollow square, they’re ’angin’ ’im to-day.

‘They've taken off “is Kappa Key and cut 71s
And they’re ’angin’ Johnny Draper in the mornin’.

air, they say,

cop

’s drunk beer at Wisconsin,” the faculty all said.

“E's drunk ’is beer at ’Arvard too,” the Minor English said.
“CF’s drunk it at the graduate school,” said faculty once more.

“op

es drinkin’ bitter beer alone,” the Minor English swore.
They are ’angin’ Johnny Draper, Bliss is marchin’ ’im around,
Susie’s ’alted Johnny Draper by ‘is coffin on the ground,

And ’e’ll swing in ’arf a minute for a snooty ’Arvard ‘ound,
Oh, they’re ’angin’ Johnny Draper in the mornin’.

“What's that so black agin the sun?” asked the faculty, afraid.
“Tes Johnny in ’is long black coat,” the Minor English said.
““What’s that, that flutters over’ead?”’ asked the faculty again.
“Tt’s Johnny’s ’at a-fallin’ off,” said Minor English then.
For we’re done with Johnny Draper. Oh, let the one-step play!
The rest are in their classes, Minor English cuts to-day.
Even gentle Susie shouts, she’ll want ‘er muggle right away.
After ’hangin’ Johnny Draper in the mornin’.
Auice NICOLL.

Cousin Alice to Pem Senior:
Miss Thomas and I think that the Senior banner is really too shabby for

visitors. Won't you please take it down from Pembroke?

ao
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MIME

lV.

VI.
VII.
VIL.
IX.
Xe

The Ten Commandments

From Presipent THomas To PRESIDENT PARK

Thou art the President of Bryn Mawr College, who wast brought out of the
halls of Radcliffe into the house of bondage.

There shall be no other authority before thee; for she who administers
governs.

Thou shalt not take the name of thy predecessor in vain, or remove the
graven images from Taylor; for a year hence thy predecessor will return
to roost in the Deanery, surrounded by four or five fellows.

Remember the week-ends; count them carefully. Six days shalt thou
labor (twelve hours counting as two) and do all that thou hast to do,
but the seventh day belongs to ““Our Gracious Inspiration.”’ In it thou
shalt browse in the Lib; thou and thy room-mates, thy wardens, thy
bell-maids, and the chef that is within thy gates.

Honour Mr. Foley and the business office. Before them only shalt thou
bow down.

Thy students shalt not neglect the daily tub.

Thy students shalt not come out.

Thy students and fellows shall all try for sofas.

Thou shalt not bear false exchange cards for thy neighbour.

Thou shalt not covet thy predecessor's house. Thou shalt not covet thy
predecessor's Cousin Alys, nor Ada, nor the chauffeur, nor the Franklin,
nor the matrons that are on her table.

Ursuta BatrcHELDER.

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Confidential Guide

Eye ano Ear ENTERTAINMENT.
Freshman Show—Reviewed in this issue.
Banner Show—TVhe Dilemmas of Dorothy.
A jazz version of the Wizard of Oz. Chapel talks set to music.
Senior Reception—The Merit Owl.
Maeterlinck Medley with coarse reproduction of stock characters. Rough
stuff!

Comrpy anp Tuincs Like Var.
Rosemary.
A slight Mid-Victorian Comedy featuring Cornelia Skinner and a lot of
dilapidated scenery.
Trelazwoney of the Wells.
A Mid-Victorian Tragi-Comedy with tremendous variety of character
parts. All Star Cast.

More or Less SERIOUS.
The Lady from the Sea.
A brave attempt to get away from the Mid-Victorian in one of Ibsen’s
poorer plays.

Now with Varsity Hockey condole
When an English got hurt in a hole
And her team thought it best
To give her a rest
‘They put her in front of the goal.

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ral Sang

Owing to a childish desire to see our names in print we publish the following
with the kind permission of 1923.
With orals this college D. T. riorates.
Won't some Jay send in a P. T. tion.
Not to have us write papers in Sanskrit and Russian
But Stories of sweet June Kirkbrides?
The Batchelder and his Yeatmen
Neel in the Gabel Hall.
The Kirkbride had Stiles, but she Woodruff her hair.

Her voice was Gulie Melton.

The Cooke who had done the Carter Brown
Cried, “Hay, Gardner! Let the Apple-bee.”’

“T don’t give A. Dom, for ’'m Gowing,” Ecroyd,
“So Palache the Pickle to me.”

Miss Crosby and her Rawson were there.

He was Grim and Dessau-late.

He Kennard-ly walk, Voorhees in de-Speer.
Oh, Pell! but he Surette a lot.

Down Happy Rhoads to Bliss they Marjed.

The groom threw the Clarke A. Nicoll.

He Tucker where Sonny Fountains Floyd,

And she soon learned that all Meng are Fink-le.

When the office has Rhett this they may be surprised,
But you cannot make Em Care-a Thomas.

So Serenely Hand your papers in,

And do not let Katherine Peek.
The Dying Fire

Scene: Padded cell on the fourth floor of Merion, hired for eleventh-hour ac-
tivities.

Hie last might: three typewriters banging at unequal speeds; editors
| (eareren and recounting their articles as though they were telling

their beads.

Batch.—\ tell you | think this article of mine will do!

Vint.—I don’t think it’s good at all, but I do think mine

Reenie.—Do you think we ought to keep rejected articles?

Em.—But we haven’t rejected any, you know!

Chorus.—We rejected mine!

Grace.—We aren't getting anywhere; let’s get down to work!

Vint.—I don’t think this sentence is very clear; I think you ought to put in
“it” instead of just “doubt.”

Em.—I think we’re getting entirely too critical!

Peckie (with a whoofle).—I think this is simply screaming!

Chorus (hopefully).—It is going to be funny, don’t you really think so?

Grace.—We mustn't say that though!

The typewriters click on into the night. Humour dies; the editors look worn;
hope flickers out, their production may be a failure.

Reenie.—Em, write some more limericks! You know ’20 had ninety articles.

Em.—I really think we ought to have something about music.

Reenie.—Vve lost my little black note-book with everything in it. What
could I have done with it?

(Enter Nighthawk.)

Nighthawk.—ls this a meeting?

Six glances.

(Exit Nighthawk.)

Peekie—What was that idea | told you about yesterday?

Batch.—All 1 can say is I hope this book doesn’t come out before I leave



college.
Em (blackly).—Our wit 1s really very primitive!
Chorus.—Well, you know ‘“‘there’s nobody with any ability on the Board.”

K * * * * * * * * * x *

With this the fire died.

“We rolled our “‘r’s” for Mr. King,

We rolled our hoops on the first of spring,
We rolled our eyes at the crescent moon,
We can “ roll our own” on the oth of June.

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Captain

E. Rocers
P. Smitu

E. Fincu
M. Tyier

Athletirs 1921-1922

All-Round Championship Won by 192-
HOCKEY
Won by 1922

. Dononue (resigned)
. ANDERSON
Team
E. ANDERSON
F. Burss
B. CLARKE
A. NIcoLy

Varsity Captain—E. DoNoHUE
E. ANDERSON

On Varsity—M. TyLEr
E. ANDERSON

F. Briss
B. CLARKE

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Manager—M. TyLer

O. Howarp
R. NEEL
G. Ruoaps

(resigned)

A. NiIcoiy
R. NEEL
G. Ruoaps

E.

DoNOHUE


WATER POLO

Won by 1922

Captain—E. ANDERSON Manager—F. Buss
Team
P. SmitH E. ANDERSON F. Briss
E. Hospy O. Howarp M. KENNARD
A. NiIcoLy

Varsity Captain—W. ANDERSON

(Further statistics not available.)

APPARATUS MEET
Won by 1922

Captain—E. Rocers Manager—M. VooruEEs
Team
E. ANDERSON R. NEEL H. STEvENS
F. Buiss A. Nicouy kK. STILEs
B. CLarKE E. RoGers M. VooruHEEs

First Place in Individual—W on by R. NEEL
Second Place in Individual—Won by A. Nico.u

90


TENNIS
Won by 1922

Captain—O. Howarp Manager—K. GarpDNER
Team

K. GarpDNER E. ANDERSON P. Smitru

O. Howarp R. Neer

Varsity Captain—K. GaRDNER
(Further statistics not available.)

SWIMMING MEET
Won by 1925

Captain—R. NEEL Manager—H. STEVENS
Team

E. ANDERSON R. NEEL H. STEVENS

F. Briss A. Nicoii L. Wyckorr

©. Howarp
First Place in Individual—VW¥ on by E. ANDERSON

TRACK MEET
Won by 1925

Captain—H. STEVENS Manager—R. NEEL
Team

A. NIcoLi G. PRoKoscH

R. NEEL H. STEVENS

Third Place in Individual—W on by A. Nico.
Ol


BASKET-BALL

Captain—F. Buiss (resigned) Manager—F. Buss
A. NIcoiy
Team
E. ANDERSON B. CLARKE P. SmitH
F. Buss A. NIcoLy

(Further statistics not available.)

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