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Bryn Mawr
College
Library
GIFT OF
Tsabella S. Diamond '17
THE
CLASS OF NINETEEN SEVENTEEN
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By
Viramta pe Sreianer LircHrienp
Business Manager
Preface
RUE to 1917’s innate conviction that traditions are made for us to break, we, the
editors, felt that not to get our CLass Book out for graduation instead of in the cus-
tomary fall would be the first blot on the ’scutcheon. And we couldn’t blot. So
here it is, conceived and brought forth under circumstances that ought to merit your indul-
gence should you find it a poor maimed thing. The class gave me three of the best editors
that come, but Em Strauss had beaten them to it and given Betty the News, then Fate up
and gave Iz a German oral, and Mr. Savage, more cruel than Fate, gave Hel and me the
Senior play. “The women and children pay.’ So this child too, the CLass Boox, has
come in for its share. It has been done in odd moments snatched from other duties, on
sunny afternoons when from Izzy’s high window we could see Sam Chew pass to tennis
looking like Rupert Brooke, and when the rest of ’17 with their knitting sat in pleasant
converse under the blossomey branches of old Yggdrasil. But we are very glad to have
been able to do our bit for 1917 and we hope that you may find diversion here for future
days, and that, despite the consequent omissions and shortcomings, you will be glad to have
your Cuass Book characteristically Ahead of Time.
Monica Barry O’SHEA.
Contents
PAGE
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DO SERGE SLO PORT IOR Sa RSUT PING RUC LEE GS COSA TAMURA AM ATT nO eae A VE 33
PREMIIG SAMA AM MEMOURER GU ol IN GA ye GM BOUTS Ah le 34
Junior YEAR
ORWICUS SIRO Ee TER CEAe ON ON NO RU mPa ea 37
TRAN HO eer NU i Ne UNSURE ANG ARE NON ST eal al 39
BRADWOR BUROPRM rel RNC RT EE ee 40
BOLO AM CMAGRR he Oa) ine an ira Chul eer uernua LG DIVO IMU OO aie ch bon eas oe 41
TOTAT TEMCATR CN OU ONE ATE HN RUC M EMC Se SC LY) 8 42
PROM THR ANBIDE eee ee oe es EUSA NDE MON ITERATE GSO 44
PEROMH POOR a es eC a eae Wet te etell ae 45
Pen Wine gil) 21 AMBRE Se: RSG URRE SOE MR UEN CAC GIS a naan A eA egitim Sat Aue Eee eer Vy iran Ora ene 46
RACCE On WHE GANDER re es es a eat 47
AVHtTIOC 1 CANN AND IRECORDR (0 Sore ele ee ee mee a 49
Senior YEAR
Cippitis Henn BY THe CLARS re er a Pe ee eee y cn 53
RSM RMON Ry Cale ey es a t+ 55
PCC Oy I WAL 0 er es ee aie I ee en ec 56
“Swaminmas AND LIGHT’: O8 WHat ABT Dip yoR Us... 2). ee ee ee 58
A MAD SEMION GS: NIGHTS LiRRO ee eee ais aoe 59
Chee Weare te Wr ee ee i Oe ee a 62
Jon Timah bk Ae We ey Oo Me iia coh Ce Ute ls Avera ieee ee bled 63
PAGAN PEMBROKE: (Gh Tih WAT OF SHE WORD. 6 68a ee a ee 64
OOO ee ee ee Se ee ig sd ah 4 te ler ee et A ee og a 66
THe tivan op HAgm;OR FAW TRANQUIL THIBTOUN 2 6 BS eR ee, 67
Sina. Wiistow; SING WiLtDW er a ee ee eo 69
SSRNPPTAEMINTAL, TOCUINUTRTS 5 ee a a Rice ee OR 71
Pursit Anis-—FORWARD, DEenOH 5 Ue Ee Pa ee 72
TED MOURN eae ee et 74
(ASS EAM AND BUCK eae a ag a he ee 16
BERTI ee el eg ee hee oe Ee Sar eo 79
RM ACUUIR C5 ee ar et hye, tains es ae a srg Se 83
SF oretvord
HIS is going to be a justification of rights as well as a wreath of laurel. In the first
place, we believe, and we are sure the rest of the class will second us in this with
the modesty of which only °17 is capable, that this is probably one of the best Class
Books that has ever been published in the history of Bryn Mawr college. For this reason
we want to assert our rights; we want to say that, no matter how little you may believe
it, oh gentle reader, we have had some part in it. But here truth constrains us to admit
that almost all of this truly remarkable publication was done by Monic. Really it was!
We used to say a little every now and then, and occasionally ask a classmate for a prom-
ised manuscript. One of us even undertook the difficult task of typewriting all material.
But for the most part our work demanded but slight intelligence. Monic’s is the great
mind that directed it “‘in its entirety.””’
Tue Otner Epirtors.
N. B.—‘‘They have become as sounding brass and tinkling cymbals, for the truth is
not in them.”
Monica,
! The laurel wreath skillfully concealed,
Freshman Yerar
Hreshman Bear
The Dmportance of Being 17
Class Officers: President, Constance SipNEY Hau
Vice-President and Treasurer, ELISABETH SHERMAN GRANGER
Secretary, Racnet TayLor
Students’ Council: Romaine McILvaINne
Heten Marie Harris
May Day Committee: Constance Sipnry Hau
ELisaBETH EMERSON
Q Garden is a Lobesome Thing
F Cedy hadn’t caught scarlet fever and retired to the infirmary, taking Ruth with her,
the Sophomore banquet wouldn’t have been postponed and we should have lived to
tell a different tale about April 24, 1914. As it was, instead of having our plans
formulated by a ‘“‘committee appointed by the chair,” we had no plans and all things
worked together for originality. Each member of our precocious class had a chance to
react to her environment, and we responded nobly. -
As the last frilly, fluffy Senior (and Junior) disappeared through the gym door at
seven-thirty, bound for a peaceful and congenial evening together (an event in itself
memorable enough), we leaped through the window of Taylor and took possession. Those
dear familiar faces in there suggested the first crying need, and without more ado the
esthetically minded set to work to ‘“‘cover up the dust,”’ while the rest of us betook our-
selves to investigate the intricacies of the upper regions. It had never occurred to us
before that Taylor was an ideal place for hide-and-seek, but before we had finished with
the watchman that night we had learned a great deal. Long after the decorators had gone
he pursued us. We seduced him across the chapel and all around downstairs while the
bell rope was being sawed off over the iron railing of the tower stairs; we vainly searched
the lowest deeps for a monkey-wrench and hid behind the boiler at the sound of his long-
suffering tread; and when he finally cornered Scat and me clinging to Savonarola and,
peering round the corner, announced that he “had our names,” we wondered why he had
put himself to so much labor to convey to us that bit of information. Before ten o’clock
our co-operative efforts triumphed. ‘No curfew rang that night at B. M. C.,” for the rope,
wound around Anne Davis under her jumper, left Taylor by the back window, and the
Sophomores studied in the lib till ten-fifteen before they discovered anything wrong.
In the meantime many hands had made light work of the campus. Sammy Arthur
hung decorously by the nape of his neck from the back porch of Taylor and swung his heels
in friendly greeting at the frog on Merion porch; sermons in stone were applied with ink and
shoe-blacking and an eye to the artistic; those pictures in Merion were clothed and
in their right minds; we left the Seniors a little token waiting for them outside the gym
to let them know we had been thinking of them; and then there was that lovesome spot—
that little oasis—those pretty tooth-brushes all planted in a neat circle in front of Taylor
with their warning, ‘Please don’t pick the wild flowers.”
The post-mortems began before breakfast. Liz appeared in the gray dawn in Con’s
—16—
room, imploring her to get us up and make us go out and scrub, while Golly and Cecilia
started Prickett’s clerk in on his day of charging tooth-brushes to Miss Hall. Trained
Italians swashed water over our sermons and an uncomfortable rumor went about that
six Freshmen were to be expelled (the precise number that had cut the bell rope). Wed-
nesday morning the thunder cloud burst in chapel, while Savonarola, his countenance still
flushed, beamed indignantly upon us from heights above the storm. His expensive face
was a thing of beauty—but would that the powers that be could have seen it that way.
By the time that his complexion and others were restored to their former pallor, “expensive”
was no word for them.
And so our adventure ended—but not without one more incident. The next October
when we sacrificed Mrs. Grendel in our bonfire to the melodious strains of “‘O Fresh, O
Fresh,” firmly attached to the back of her blue, bulgy head was to be seen a kinky length
of Taylor bell rope.
Katuarine Burr Biopeerr.
pare, te
ft
The Freshman Banquet
ELL! she cried nervously, clearing her throat and performing a few setting-up
exercises—the Freshman Banquet was a memorable and inspiring occasion. Even
now I seem to see before me that long line of lovely young, eager faces, flushed
with youth and the hope of a hearty meal.
How many of these could now assume such an expression?
How many of them have not become mere impenetrable masks used to cloak such
simple emotions?
How many can still smile?
How many can still eat??
Of that noble and heroic little band, setting forth on Life’s Highway, how many have
strayed, how many have stolen, how many have been mashed by the ruthless wheels of
Fords and other cars such as ?
But to return, she cried joyously, reaching for another refreshing draught of ink—the
banquet was a grand affair. Sumptuous dishes were served on groaning platters by lac-
quered menials; water and lemonade flowed freely. No expense was spared. Salt, pepper,
rolls—all the luxuries so harmful perhaps, but oh, so pleasant! Never have been such as
it was (the Banquet)! She it was who forever placed it among the Ides of March, where
it stands unique among the phenomena of the world. Well, she cried, gasping slightly but
still retaining her equilibrium, the Freshman Banquet was a memorable and inspiring
occasion.
Note to censor: If this is too long, please see that none of the important part is cut.
ELEeEANoR M. Jencks, Ex-'17.
1 For answer to these questions see President Thomas, “Statistics don’t lie.” At the Senior receptions ninety-eight gross of marrons
have been accounted for.
ateoe
flap Way; or, Our Home on the Field of Honor
ACT I
Scene I. (The Cloisters. Dagmar as Compaspe, discovered posing in front of a mirror held
by Jeannette Ridlon.)'
Dagmar: Do you like me better kissing my hand or not?
+ * * * * * * * * * ¥2
(Enter Samuel Arthur in a brown derby and such a hurry that he has forgotten his
arctics.)
Dacmar: Look out! Don’t spoil my pose!
Mr. Kina (cheerfully): Miss Brown-n-n is in-n-n the Infirmary, so I shall do Apelles.
JEANNETTE: Oh, Mr. King!
Mr. Kine (perceiving he doesn’t know her): My name is not Kink. I said King-g.
(Enter mob. Exit Dagmar throwing kisses.)
Scene II. (A room in Dolgelly.* Stage furnishings consist of dirt, mess, women sewing
and Miss Daly. Enter Hel wearing flowers.)
Miss Daty (relieved): Oh, here you are at last, Miss Ah-ah——-. You're the leader of the
chimney sweeps?.... Ah! (Looks up and down Hel. Then from a pile holds up a
dainty scrap of Lincoln green.) This will just fit you, won’t it?
(Pause full of expression. Exit Hel cheering Annassa.)‘
(Enter Molly.)
Miss Dary: Ah, just the thing . . . a lovely shade of pink! Next. . .
1 We tried to think of some one in ’17, but couldn’t.
2 Indicating lapse of time.
? To be pronounced as if the “‘W” were not there.
«Go on mighty Seniors” may be substituted at the discretion of the actor. .
Sate, YH
(There is a sound of singing outside “To the Maypole let us on.”! Enter Maypole
dancers.)
Miss Daty (looks at them proudly, then pleasantly): Pretty good.
(Curtain falls slowly.)
ACT II
Scene I. (May Day on the Bryn Mawr campus. Rain. Some time elapses as rain con-
tinues to fall heavily.)
Scene II. (Same as Scene I. Flourish of trumpets. Enter heralds, clearing the way.? First
lady starts to cross the road.)
Con Witcox (firmly): Stand back there!
First Lavy (haughtily): I am the wife of a trustee.
(Exit Con, squelched.)
(Enter the Nine Worthies.)*
Sreconp Lapy (explaining to Third Lady): Those are the professors, you know!
(Enter Saint George, singing to the horse to keep him awake. Horse falls asleep.)
Mr. Kine (rushing out excitedly): Can you hold him, Miss Hall? Shall I manage him for
you?
(Noise without.)
A Voice: Make way for Mr. Taft, as space is limited!
(Curtain.)
SaraH Fenton Hinpe,
Tuatra Howarp Smita,
CONSTANCE SipNEY HALL.
1 This song, adapted from the early Icelandic, is always sung on May Day by the students of Bryn Mawr.
It is peculiarly suited to their fresh young voices.
2 This custom is always kept up in spite of Scene I.
* Does this mean the Seven Deadly Sins or the Five Temptations?
at
To 1914
We have enthroned so high your memory
and still
so cherish it
That when the world sends back
word of success, or
romance comes to you
Then we,
. who knew you,
smile
and are gratified.
Monica Barry O’SHEA.
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Tennis Singles
Championship won by 1915.
Captain—C. STEVENS
Manager—M. Wittarp
First Team
M. Tuomprson C. STEVENS
. Levy
Second Team
E. Russeiu
M. WILLARD
Individual championship cup
won by M. Tuompson.
Class Champion—M. Tuompson.
On Tennis Varsity
M. THOMPSON C. STEVENS
Tennis Doubles
Championship won by 1914.
Team
M. Tuomrson R. Levy
C. STEVENS M. WILLARD
J. PAULING R. McItvaine
Hockep
Championship won by 1914.
First Team
Captain—M. THompson
Manager—M. ScattERGooD
H. Harris V. LitcHFre.p
M. Homer M. ScaTTrERGOOD
M. Wittarp M. Want
S. L. Cotuins J. Paviine
N. McFapen M. Tuompson
S. JELLIFFE
Second Team
Captain—E. HoicomBe
Manager—G. Matone
T. Smiru
R. Taytor G. MaAtone
C. Stevens’ E. Hoicomse
C. Hatt H. Kenpic
E. Duties E. Utmer
L. Harris A. D. SHIPLEY
F. Curtin
Freshman Pear
Third Team
Captain—E. Hemenway
On Varsity
Sub—M. THompson
Swimming Meet
Championship won by 1917.
Captain—M. ScatrerGoop
Team
E. Duties M. Witiarp
M. Hompr M. ScarTreRGoop
V. Livcurierp E. FauLKNER
L. CHAsE A. Davis
M. Waxu H. Aiport
E. RussELu
Water Polo
Championship won by 1915.
First Team
Captain—M. ScarteRGoop
Manager—V. LircHrieLp
M. Wiiwarp _V«. LitcHrie.p
M. Wauu E. FAvuLKNER
C. Hatt C. STEVENS
M. ScatTercoop
Second Team
Captain—J. Mayer
Manager—C. Stevens
J. MAYER E. Dues
I. Haupt G. Matonre
L. Case E. Russewy
H. Harris E. HotcomBe
On Varsity
Subs—M. Want
M. ScatrerRGoop
E. FauLKNER
Track Meet
Class championship won by 1915.
Individual cup won by M. C.
Morgan, 1915.
Captain—N. McFapen
Manager—K. BiopeEtt
Team
M. Want V. LitcHFIELD
L. Brown E. FAULKNER
M. Scatrercoop A. Davis
M. Tuompson M. Hopee
C. STEVENS S. JELLIFFE
R. Joacu™ G. BRYANT
M. Witiarp E. DuLiEs
E. Hemenway’ C. WEsTLING
H. Harris C. Haun
World record broken by H.
Harris in Hop, Step, and
Jump—31 ft. 214 in.
College Record broken by M.
Tuompson in Baseball
Throw—181 ft. 10 in.
College Record established by
M. Scarrercoop in Javelin
Throw—61 ft. 24% in.
Basket Ball
Championship won by 1914.
First Team
Captain—M. Wax
Manager—M. THompson
C. STEVENS S. JELLIFFE
N. McFapen M. Wau
E. RanpDALL J. PavLine
H. Harris M. Tuompson
Second Team
Captain—G. Matonn
Manager—E. HoucomBe
E. Hoxtcomse ‘VV. =Lircurireip
M. Wittarp-~=sC.. Ha
L. Brown M. Lammers
G. MALonE E. Hemenway
On Varsity
Sub—M. Tompson
Sophomore Year
Sophomore Pear
The Importance Continued
Class Officers: President, CAROLINE STEVENS
Vice-President and Treasurer, Lucy Wrycanpt Harris
Secretary, Natatie Frrenp McFapren
Uedangiidkiats Association: Assistant Treasurer, AGNEs DorotHy SHIPLEY
Athletic Association: Vice-President and Treasurer, Marcaret ScaTTERGOOD
Christian Association: Secretary, NATALIE Frrenp McFapEen
Self-Government Association: Treasurer, CAROLINE STEVENS
College Settlement Association: Elector, Marcaret ScaTTERGOOD
Equal Suffrage League: Treasurer, Romaine McILvaINne
“ Lantern” and “ Tipyn o’ Bob” Board: Exisanera HEMENWAY
Aqanes Dorotuy SHIPLEY
Monica Barry O'SHEA
“College News” Board: Katuarine Burr Biope@etr
Exeanor Dues Lansina
Trophy Club: Maraarrt THompson
_EuizaBeta FAULKNER
Philosophy Club: Secretary, Insa KNauTH
95
“Che Best Laid Schemes’
S soon as we got to Bryn Mawr the powers immediately recognized our latent his-
trionic ability and went and had a May Day. So it wasn’t till Sophomore year that
we had an opportunity to show what we could do for ourselves. Here let Mice
and Men go down to history. In those days of inexperience we thought our little senti-
mental comedy a cause for triumph. And after all, why not? Wasn’t Lucia perfection
to the last degree? And we did succeed in launching Monic on her career of dissipation.
As for the orphans, Miss Donnelley herself breathlessly confessed “she had no idea Bryn
Mawr girls could look so unintelligent.” (Can’t every one agree that it was Emmy’s
experience as the young epileptic that gave the Poet of Senior year those eloquent legs?)
Of course Jenks had to inhale her talcum powder pipe in the middle of the first act and
choke till I thought she’d never reach the audible stage again. Things tended to “gang
aglay’’ more than once, but who can forget the graciousness with which our nearly voice-
less and quite mute Con bowed to the applause that greeted her after Mary’s lovely render-
ing of “My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose.” As I look back upon it now Mice and
Men, inadequately played andj in parts strangely cast, still brings to me a warm glow.
When Mark Embry poured forth his manly soul in that heartrending sob, “Child, Child,
how could you?” some one on the front row wept. I saw her! Could one ask more?
Heten Marie Harris.
The Dominant Note
HILE the rest of the college is busily preparing to aid the country, we in Denbigh
may look upon their efforts with a confident smile. True believers in fact and not
in theory, we have been constantly engaged in open warfare. *Twas ever thus—
guerilla warfare had its genesis even in Denbigh. The only time we of 1917 were out of
it was occasionally in Freshman year when Liz and Constance had solemnly confiscated all
available crockery and tinware for their famous tea-fights, and for once the defeated Den-
bighites were reduced to hungry non-combatants. But shortly after follows the “‘ Mystery
of the Stolen Bulbs,” and then, verily, was every man’s hand against his brother. The
contagion spread and Mary Morgan had to spend all her spare time tracking Peg over the
most intricate trails that resourceful girl could make. In the momentary lapses, that sad
bird, the Denbigh Dove of Peace, was beguiled on Snappy Stories. If nothing else
served we could try harassing Milly and Monic, but the reaction was never up to the
standard. But we could always draw blood from Ad and Les, especially the latter, until
she took to the disguise motif and got a black dress, too. However, our final recourse was
ever that greatest of indoor sports, watching “Bontie’s Adventures in Shadow Land.”
Dot Packard and Moll and Olive could fit themselves into a perfect pyramid and leave space
enough for Peg and the others in that small room. This trans-Alpine warfare wasn’t entirely
one-sided. It went on lustily till someone sent That Telegram. After that Bontie relapsed
into a state of coma. But there’s no mistaking our dominant note.
DensicuH, 1917.
Non-Residents
Introduction
I have been requested to enlighten the world on the subject of non-residents. Doubt-
less I was chosen for this task because I have lived among these strange people, and studied
their constitution, manners, and habits for some three years. I hope I may bring to the
problem the absence of prejudice and complete detachment of mind so necessary for pro-
ducing a truly great scientific treatise.
CHapter [|
Place of Habitation
Non-residents as such may be said commonly to inhabit two places within the enclosure
known as Bryn Mawr College.
I. The first of these is the cloak room containing the Chew memorial windows and
a set of handsome black steel cages. An effort has been made by all persons serving
luncheon to non-residents to reduce them sufficiently so that they may be restrained within
the narrow confines of these receptacles.
II. The “Hole” is also frequented by the non-resident tribe. This is a dismal den
below Rockefeller Hall, and here may be found two dingy couches whereon these people
may lay their sick to die.
Cuapter II
Manners and Customs
As is the habit of all scientific explorers in introducing this chapter of their report,
I may say that non-residents, carefully studied and rightly understood, are not so very
different from other people. Indeed, many of them may be called clever and even comely.
I stake my reputation that if an uninitiated person were asked to separate non-residents
Pee ree
from ordinary Bryn Martyrs he could not do it unless, in some cases, by an air of additional
sapience. Yet somehow all Bryn Martyrs know that there is a great difference.
Our flock is shepherded by a Gorgon, a creature of inexhaustible optimism who enjoys
a den at one end of the library corridor. Always furious hisses issue forth when our mem-
bers pass by.
In age non-residents usually vary from sixteen to twenty-three, yet it is interesting
to note, when they are returning home late in the evening, such remarks as “When I was
twenty-five’—I have even heard them speak affectionately of ““my husband, Mr. John
Brown.” These things happen after eight o’clock when a chaperone has failed to appear
in the windy arch of Rockefeller. Of course, as the Gunner remarks in Mesalliance,
“there really are John Browns.”—Chaperones! An entire volume could go to these alone
in all the curious variations that are imposed on the non-residents, from the pudgy person
in spectacles who tells funny stories that are a bit owtré, to Frumpy who always has
“‘a-a-er-er-guest!”’
Occasionally non-residents have been known to give a tea. This is solemnized in the
Hole,”’ the chests of the peculiar sect who nightly roll bandages having been obscured by
large screens. Here is a good opportunity for Bryn Martyrs to observe this curious com-
munity, provided that they are careful to remember that appearances are usually decep-
tive, and that, while the entertainers may seem human, in all probability they are not so.
Cuapter IIT
Intelligence or Instinct ?
I have often wondered why Dr. Leuba did not take an interest in the psychology of
the non-residents. Is it that he is unaware of the existence of this curious class, or does
he—rash man—dream that we are only as other students?
Miss Dimon says that we are always the most faithful and studious. I should not
like to contradict so truthful a person, yet my intimate knowledge gives me reason to doubt
the truth to type of certain of us.
As becomes a learned discourse, I have not yet approached the subject indicated by
i
this chapter’s heading: “Intelligence or Instinct?” Perhaps I had better avoid it, for
would it not be unwise to make persons believe us ordinary mortals by saying that we have a
mixture of both? But “Veritatem dilexi.” We display, even as others, the will to live
by seeking to escape from any more knowledge of German than just enough to pass the
last oral, we grasp and discuss the abstractions of the latest thing in style and the philosophy
of Bergson. If you think you hear a riot in the library it is only non-residents arguing about
immortality of the soul, and you will find the usual opinions, all the way from the “milk
and honey blest’? New Jerusalem to the eternal soup pot of oblivion.
Postscript
Yes, we are only human. Dreaming across the campus in the twilight, we see the
same far vision in the stars. It is less the laughing social Bryn Mawr that we know, and
more the sacred flame. When we say good-bye to college, it is not sadly but with high
joy, like young knights, who have watched their armour through the starry night and set
forth now to seek adventures in the sunshine.
“Our” CHENEY.
parks esl
The Glory that was Greece
LORENCE HATTON called us “The Other Greeks” and we were proud. Now
when our time has come to pass on we can only hope that some day 1919 may think
back on a “grandeur that was Rome” as we today on the “glory that was Greece.”
The days of Freshman year seem far away, but “friendships and memories remain” and
we can still see “Baby Face” Dessau running across campus in her little bright red coat
and the original black velvet tam. Mary Gertrude Brownell disporting herself in the pool
with Lucia perched contentedly on her shoulder is not soon to be forgot, nor Lucille as
“Alexander the son-n-n-n of Philip-p, King-ng-ng of Macedon-n-n,” or more intimately
as herself with the first short hair and plentiful propaganda for eugenics. You didn’t even
have to add hot water and serve; it was instantaneous. And there are some of us “lowly
Pembroke residing” who will never forget Eleanor Freer and her Grand Opera preliminaries.
Had we known we would have invited Emmy’s cousin to Bryn Mawr earlier in the year.
And then there was Dagmar (cf. Ridlon and Mr. Samuel Arthur King). Besides all these,
1915 had Myra and Mary Mitch—and can we hope to equal—? Oh!
“There’ve been plenty of Juniors in days gone by
But none like our own 715,”
and in thanksgiving we can only hope that our Freshmen, if they only knew, would think
us worthy successors to you, 1915. For we have tried, like the Romans, to follow where
the Greeks did lead.
Monica Barry O’SHra.
pa ae
Co ¥. &.
(Or 1918)
My Lantern girl!—a lovesome thing, God wot.
Yet not
All her
Pot shot
Classmates; they’re
Too clever by f’r.
Their intellectual lot
Of plays and songs do not make me cowér—
ak * * Ok *
(I know from whence they come,
I know, I know.)
JANET RANDOLPH GRACE.
Tennis Singles
Championship won by 1918.
Captain—C. StrvEeNs
Manager—M. Wiiuarp
First Team
M. Tuompson R. Levy
M. Wiiiarp
Second Team
C. STEVENS R. McILvaAIne
T. Smiru
Class Champion
R. Levy
Individual Championship Cup—
M. Winsor, 1918
On Tennis Varsity
M. Tuompson M. Witiarp
Tennis Doubles
Championship won by 1917.
Team
M. Tuomrson M. WILLETT
C. STEVENS R. Levy
J. PAULING R. McILvAIne
Hockey
Championship won by 1917.
First Team
Captain—M. THompson
Manager—M. Scatrercoop
F. Curtin H. Harris
J. Pautine L. Brown
M. TuHompson’ C. STEVENS
V. Lircurien>p M. Witiarp
M. Scattercoop L. Coins
N. McFapen
Second Team
Captain—E. HotcomBe
Manager—G. Matone
G. Maton M. Hopes
E. EMERSON S. JELLIFFE
’ E. Duties
Sophomore Pear
A. D. SHIPLey
H. Kenpie E. HemMENWAY
E. HoicomBEe L. CHASE
A. Davis
Third Team
Captain—E. HotcomBe
On Varsity
Captain—M. THompson
L. Brown , V. LircHriteLp
J. PAuLine H. Harris
Subs—M. WILLARD
F. Curtin
Swimming Meet
Championship won by 1917.
Captain—M. ScaTTeRGoop
Team
A. Davis
E. DuLuEs
L. CHAsE
E. DuLLEs E. FAULKNER
M. Wittarp) 3M. Scatrercoop
V. Lircurietp E. Russetu
Water Polo
Championship won by 1917.
First Team
Captain—M. ScatTERGooD
Manager—V. LitcHFieELp
L. CHase V. LitcHFieLp
H. Harris C. STEVENS
M. Wuuarp C. Hay
M. ScatreRGoop
Second Team
Captain—A. Davis
Manager—H. Auurort
H. Autport’-E. Russet
E. FauLtKNER
K. Biopcgertr
A. Davis
On Varsity
M. Wittarp’ H. Harris
I. Haver
Subs—C. Hau
V. LitcHFIELD
Crack Meet
Championship won by 1918.
Individual cup won by H.
Harris.
Captain—N. McFavEen
Manager—K. BuopcGett
Team
H. Harris C. STEVENS
M. Witiarp E. DuLiEes
L. Brown A. Davis
E. SEELYE N. McFapen
V. Lircurietp = C. Hat
M. Tuomrpson’ G. Bryant
M. Scatrercoop M. Hopes
E. Emerson
College Record broken by M.
Scarrercoop in Hurl Ball
—85 ft. 41% in.
Basket Ball
Class championship won by 1917.
First Team
Captain—J. PavuLine
Manager—M. Tuompson
N. McFapen L. Brown
M. Witiarp H. Harris
S. JELLIFFE M. THompson
J. Paviine
Second Team
Captain—G. Matone
Manager—A. Davis
E. EMERson G. Bryant
C. STEVENS M. Hopce
V. Lircurietp M. Lammers
C. Har
On Varsity
J. Paviine H. Harris
L. Brown M. Tuompson
Iunior Year
Junior Pear
The Importance Increased
Class Officers: President, Heten Martz Harris
Vice-President and Treasurer, ANNA SNOWDEN WILDMAN
Secretary, Mary Bartow ANDREWS
Undergraduate Association: Vice-President and Treasurer, MartHa WINsLOw WILLETT
Secretary, AGNes Dorotny SHIPLEY
Advisory Board, Constance Sipney Hai
Athletic Association: Secretary, Margaret THoMPsoN
Outdoor Manager, MarGcaret ScaTTERGOOD
' Christian Association: Treasurer, KATHARINE Burr BLoDGETT
Self-Government Association: Secretary, ErisaBeTH EMERSON
Executive Board, CAROLINE STEVENS
ConsTANCE SipNEY Hai
Equal Suffrage League: Secretary, EtisasetH EMprson
English Club: Janet RanpoLtpH Grace
AMELIA KeLLoaa MacMaster
' Monica Barry O’SHEA
Glee Club: Business Manager, SyLv1a JELLIFFE
History Club: Secretary, Louise CoLLins
Philosophical Club: President, Monica Barry O’SHEA
Treasurer, ELISABETH SHERMAN GRANGER
Science Club: Secretary and Treasurer, KATHARINE BuRR BLODGETT
Trophy Club: Marcaret THOMPSON
EuizaABETH FAULKNER
“Lantern” and “Tipyn o Bob” Board: MartHa Winstow WILLETT
Monica Barry O'SHEA
SaraH Fenton HINDE
“College News” Board: Ermanor Lansine DULLES
SaraH Fenton HInDE
ELIsaABETH SHERMAN GRANGER
KatHaRINE Burr BLopGeTT
VIRGINIA DE STEIGNER LITCHFIELD
Banner Show
F Monic and I had not been ruthlessly censored in our youthful effusions by the arbiter
] of elegance, we might have achieved ’17’s secret ambition: utterly to shock the col-
lege. But when Hel refused wine and cigarettes as dramatic possibilities, what could
we do? We had to be content with dark hints and Mr. Granger’s silk hat and other apparel,
which did awfully well except when Betty’s small sister in the audience shrieked, “There’s
Daddy’s hat, there’s Daddy’s pants!” Hardly a “male” member escaped that comment.
Nobody ever knew what he did that night.
In spite of our most rakish pretenses, however, we might have turned out a most moral
production. Witness the whole night spent by the entire committee to save Lucia’s char-
acter and get her to San Francisco in daylight, considering the fact that her companion
was to be Monic—in fact, Monic in white spats (an inevitably immoral proceeding).
Finally we hit upon a fast aeroplane and an afternoon flight, only to have John C. Winston
foil our efforts by deleting from the program the vital words “evening of the same day.”
After that, naturally all pretense at morality was futile.
Of course, I did my best to liven up the studio scene with artistic life studies. (Betty
always made an obliging model, having been known to stand on one foot, nymph-like, for
hours.) But only two got by—those I showed Hel several days before, carefully prepar-
ing her mind for a week in advance, with elevating comments on the “steemulating
signeeficance of the nude.” I learned more from costuming Banner Show, I think, than
from any other course in college. I believe that the ability to crush the brazen effrontery
of a clerk who shows me material for 1214 cents when it can be got at Berg Bros. for
11/4, is something that will never leave me. And they say that a college education unfits
one for domestic slavery!
Of course, considering who did Banner Show, no wonder it was what it was. Monic’s
lament after the triumphant performance is historic: “I don’t see why fathers couldn’t
see it, especially married fathers.”
Emity Crane Russe...
1Hel. This is no afterthought—it was stated at the time.
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Radnor Redeemed
O many and divers have been the activities of Radnor *17 that were I to attempt a
rehearsal of them I should bring down upon my inoffensive head the wrath and indig-
nation of the editors, to say nothing of my hopeful readers.
But “all roads lead to Rome,” and as food is the characteristic in which we differ from
all others, that shall be the chief subject of my discourse. Far be it from me to say that
Radnor 717 “‘lives to eat,” but “eat to live” is not the truth. The usual What! prune
souffié again? This is the third time in a week,”’ dulls our ears as those of our classmates
residing elsewhere; but we take vigorous action on this matter. Breakfast proving unsatis-
factory, as it nearly always did, eleven o’clock showed Roomy and me systematically raid-
ing in search of sustenance for the impending Latin. Midnight teas were a regular occur-
rence in Beth Porter’s room. Many an orgy of tea and gossip has gone on behind that
innocently closed door. Many a time has Louise left our midst, fearing for her prestige
and quieting power over the Freshmen. Heloise gazes fondly at another new picture, reply-
ing with never-failing calmness to eager inquirers, “Oh, dear child, no! He’s in San Fran-
cisco. No! that one’s gone to Canada. This is from Georgia.” Fanny keeps up a rapid
fire of puns, which in self-defense no one listens to; Jane sits in dreamy silence waiting for
the next poem “to come.” Roomy is discussing with anybody or everybody the merits of
the Faculty; Reba automatically translates Latin verse, while Olga and Dora peacefully
sip tea from Beth’s best blue cups. A tiny gray something slips from Fanny’s hand across
the floor towards Dora. With a wild shriek, Dora leaps regardless for the mantle, and only
returns to sanity (and wrath) after recognizing a small piece of tin and a string. She hastily
departs, slamming the door behind her. Louise suddenly appears. “I’m very sorry, but
this is the second time, you are all proctored.” A brief silence—and repeat!
Doris Marig Birp.
1916—Qn Image
By Janet Ranpotpu Grace
A certain |
snew-Ball party
witlf a Fort, just out
sidé the Kibrary—~and Pem-
btoke West — (Is_the Glass
Book cerisored?Writers \on some
subjects should be Warned.
A pfocession-pageant
N. B.—Aren’t we some editors? Well,
even we would be grateful for any light
on this masterpiece.
Total Recall
HE pious atmosphere of Rock is said to be unequalled, but in spite of its virtuous
surroundings 1917 has continued to turn out rather like ministers’ sons.
Early freshman year, in response to the charge that we were snobs, we gave a
tea for the rest of the class. Among those present was Lucia, who enjoyed herself to the
extent of eight cups of ice cream: it hurt us more than it did her. We were charter mem-
bers of the Anti-Blot and Anti-Grouch Clubs, sponsored respectively by Presidents Thomas
and Cox. The latter received a funeral wreath, after being drawn and quartered, hung
and drowned in effigy, to compensate for her sore toe resulting from the swimming meet.
The last thwarted attempt to put us into the straight and narrow path was Jane’s party
Freshman night, from which relays stole away at regular intervals to collect tooth brushes,
while others occupied the warden with “Bump” and the “Jolly Miller.”
Sophomore year we were more sinned against than sinning, in the dining-room espe-
cially. And here we learned very thoughtfully that “they also serve who only stand and
wait.” That year a genuine sweat shop for songs was created, from which the Skilled
Italian Band developed. But its career was short lived; the fateful “Song of Sandwiches”
was a death blow.
After that we heard the refrain, “Remember you’re a Junior,” so long that we actually
began to believe it, in spite of the frivolous behavior of some of our elders in distributing
Faculty hats as souvenirs during an English Club reception. When we saw a certain sorely
tried gentleman tricked by the Freshman with an empty purse and string, we smiled loftily,
concealing the decadence of our innermost souls.
Rock has always been noted for its kindness to beasts. In fact, the Endowment Fund
Committee realized handsomely on the ransom of the hundred and sixty-eight forced to
greet returning chapel-goers late one Sunday evening. Like the other halls, collectors
are omnipresent and omnivorous (we do not claim this virtue as belonging exclusively to
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Rock), and it is whispered that in Senior year our Endowment Fund Committee collected
three times from one list.
Is it because of our evil past that we haunt the winding halls till ghostly hours?
Even in Haverford it is known that figures swathed in long draperies are found myste-
riously slumbering on one’s floor in the morning. Of this same species are those who
sleep, or say they do, on the roof between showers. But in one respect Rock cannot be
equalled—in unique and original plumbing. It is so responsive, especially to cold weather!
What is there in the whole course of college to compare with the early morning plunge from
bed into a seething stretch of boiling water, often stretching clear across the room, and
the loving pursuit by a steaming current on the way to breakfast? Nothing is more
common than the resigned remark, ‘“‘Oh, yes, both mine burst this morning!”
But in spite of such peculiarities, we are recognized by the whole class as worthy
objects of envy. Our triumph lies in that famous song, “I wish I were a little Rock.”
Rock, 1917.
From the Inside
(But not on the Inside)
N entering Rock from the Arch, take the opposite door to the one on the dining-room
side, ascend the only steps immediately visible and keep straight down the corridor
in the worn groove till the second door on the right. If entering by the campus
door, turn immediately down the path to the right, which you can’t miss, follow around
the turn of the corridor down a few steps where the track begins again to the seventh door
on the left. Both these directions lead to THE SANCTUM, oh you who are ignorant
and unknowing! Within this mystic shrine, whence the fragrance of many flowers ravishes
the approaching neophyte, abides the reason why the (h)elements of Rock do not think
that Heaven is their home. No, they prefer the personification of the opposite. And
this proves, in spite of the reputation for piety which Rock enjoys with the rest of the
college, that the heart of Rock is in—I tremble to use the awful words.
Now the habits of this deity are inexplicable but ever gracious, even to the refractory
Freshmen who have been, shall I say (h)eliminated. Around the shrine are countless little
pots and jars mysteriously connected with the hellenic rites, containing flowers of every
possible beauty and variety. Tender hearts, too, are part of this religion. The initiate
have the utmost regard for their little brothers of the animal kingdom.
Truly the sublime goddess, to whom my humble pen can never render just praise,
will long be remembered in the hearts of her worshippers. Even those who judge without
the passion of adoration will agree that her place here has been unique. To her inspira-
tion are due many of those qualities in °17 so endearing to the rest of the world, the men-
tion of which would be superfluous. Ave, Salve, Vale!
[Monic (sternly): Betty, where’s the point?
Distractep Epiror (in character): Oh, Hell!]
ELISABETH SHERMAN GRANGER.
N. B.—And yet they made me do that hellish Golden God.
Monica.
pasted VW
“Gosh, @scar!”’
HOSE are historic words!’ That year history was made in B. M. C. “Fernsey”’ could
i always speak for himself, so to our own part. An Ideal Husband is some expe-
rience! How many of you have waked up morning after morning to face an hour of
heavy love making before your nine o’clock? We have! Indeed, if Margaret Henderson
had suspected what scenes of passion went on behind the doors of 16-20 Pembroke West,
Junior-Senior Supper Play would have been Nat’s Waterloo, as Banner Show was mine!
But triumph sat upon our standard; H. J. S. didn’t say “‘Red Cross Nurse” to our love
scene, And from the front row Mr. King blushed to think of May Day when he ques-
tioned my soul and my ability to make lov-v-e. To watch the same H. J. creeping
across Miss Branson’s room with Con Wilcox after him is a sight equaled only by that
first look at Lady Chiltern’s hat. No wonder Goring’s moustache came off!
The problems of that play were infinite. There was the problem of Sal who wouldn’t
be fat, the problem of keeping straight the Granger-Savage toppers, the problem of the
hock and selzer, the problem of which trivial buttonhole, the problem of Doris and the
trou! We were always devising new expedients and it was only Con Hall who could cry
out those glorious words, “I never change.’’ Seel nearly broke up the show by bringing
down the house every time she butled onto the stage in that red wig, and only Hel’s soul
struggles saved the day. And it was that day which perhaps most fully realized the ineff-
able content that ’17 consistently feels, and which Oscar himself put into words for us:
“To love oneself is the beginning of a life-long romance.”
Monica Barry O'SHEA.
Side by Side
HEN in the spring of 1915 we bade a tearful farewell to our departing Juniors, it
was not with unmixed joy that we looked forward to your coming, 1919. The
thought of Hat and Adrienne and Taftie and all the others with their dignity and
verve and their unequalled grasp of affairs (our affairs!) replaced by a mob—for you were
nothing less—of unknown, untutored Freshmen, was one to make even the bravest of us
skeptical. But you came marching down Montgomery Pike and under Pem Arch a hun-
dred strong, with ranks well closed and spirits calm, and we received you then and there as
worthy members of the Odds.
Since then you have lived up to that first impression. We have found you as gallant
on the field of battle as in your songs you pledged to be (the first class ever known to be
in such a charming condition), even though we knew you longed to snatch the victory
from us. We have fought against you and beside you and tried your steel. We have no
fears for the future. We feel that in your hands the college will go on as ably run as even
Hat could wish.
Heiten Marie Harris.
“Sauce for the Gander’
Dear Sir:—
Believing in reciprocity, we enclose an examination which we have prepared for you.
We feel that you have no right “to resent any of these questions” which we consider “‘our
masterpiece.” The answers are due on Tuesday evening and will positively not be accepted
after Wednesday noon. Please return all quiz books and scratch books to the examiner
at the end of the hour. Yours truly,
Tue Neo DeEcaDENTs.
P.S.—If this needs enlightening we should be glad to hold a further meeting to
explain it.
Motto—This is not meat for minor Englishers or fools.
(It is suggested that a proper division of time should be about as follows: Question 2,
one hour; question 1, five minutes; the remainder of the questions, the rest of the time.)
I. Taking the following extracts as examples, compare the authors with respect to their
attitude towards examinations:
(a) “Cracks the Globe and feathers, feathers.”
(b) ‘Our questions are a mortal brood
Our work is ever lasting.”
(c) ‘And fruitless knowledge clouds my soul
And fruitful ignorance irks it more.”
(d) “There is no Hell save earth,
Which serves the purpose doubly well.”
(e) “In helpless impotence to try to fashion
Our woe in living words howe’er uncouth.”
II. Enumerate the books you omitted to bring to class this semester.
N. B.—We shall not hold you responsible for this, because we can only speak at second
hand. ;
III. Critise the author of “Gosh, Oscar” and “Wow.” Compare these terms in respect
to their power of expressing lyric emotion.
ar a
IV. Finally—
What would you do “with and for Algernon.”” (Hint: what we did.)
V. Explain fully the following passages (taken from student’s note books) :
(a) ‘‘Testament of a man with a beard.”
(b) “My head is like a wren.”
(c) ‘Villa Maester.”
(d) “Burgher’s of the North.”
VI. What did God see when he looked in Blake’s window?
VII. Discuss the form and content of the following: Alice Maynell, Katherine Tynan,
Christina Rossetti and Mrs. Browning.
VIII. Discuss the Spirit of Earth in Autumn, with special reference to Meredith’s alcoholism.
IX. Discuss the idle singer with an empty head, and tell what he did for Laus Veneris.
X. Discuss ‘The Hymn to Color,”’ with special reference to the harmony of Baudelaire’s
hair, Swinburne’s hair, and the Purple East.
XI. Penultimately: With special reference to the Ballad of Hell discuss: Why did they
Burne Jones, why did not Swinburne and where did Byron?
XII. And now really finally(?)!!!
How old was Swinburne when he nearly died? How old were you when Swinburne
died? Which was the younger, or Shelley?
XIII. For how long would you be willing to be insane to have written ‘‘ Lacrimae Musarum?”
Give reasons for your answer with special reference to the other Asylum Poets.
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Tennis Doubles
Championship won by 1917.
First Team
. Toompson M. Writarp
. Pavure T. Surrn
Second Team
. Paviine E. Grancer
M. Wrierr B. Greenovaen
E. Russeu. E. Hotcomar
M. Soucues’ OE Wistase
M
- Srevens C. Wiicox
J
Wockep
Class championship won by 1917.
Junior Pear
E. Russet A. D. Sarriey
S. Jevurre
Third Team
Captain—E. Grancen
On Varsi
M. Tromrson H. Haram
J. Pavuine L. Brown
V. Lercurieto
Subs—P. Curtin
M. Wittarp
Meet
Swimming
Championship won by 1917.
Captain—M. Scatrercoop
Team
M. Wittarp H. Auirort
M. Scarrercoop E. Factxner
A. Davis V. Lrrcurretp
E Deuies E. Rossen.
College relay record broken by
1917—1 min. 15 4.5 sec.
record equalled
Trencoon in 68 ft. swim
on front—15 3.5 sec.
Giater Pols
Championship won by 1918.
First Team
C M. Scatrrearcoop
ik Seti, thle
Bg Sy ine
Basket Ball
Championship won by 1917.
First Team
Captain—J.
Manager—M. Tuompson
C. Srevens H. Harris
N. McFapen_ LL. Brown
S. Jewurre M. Tuomrson
J. Pauuine
Captain—G. ~ say
gs cal Davis
M. Hover
. eng
E. Hewenwar
M. Wnitarn = C. Hatt
H. Kenpic
Third Team
Captain—J. How.is
On Varsity
Captai . Paviane
L. S. Jevurre
C. Stevens M. Tompson
H. Hares
Senior Year
Senior Dear
The Importance of Being Earnest
Class Officers: President, Constance SipNry Hau
Vice-President and Treasurer, ANNA SNOWDEN WILDMAN
Secretary, GeRTRUDE EvetyN Martz MALONE
Undergraduate Association: President, AGNres Dorotuy SHIPLEY
Advisory Board, HeLteEN Marie Harris
Athletic Association: President, MARGARET THOMPSON
Vice-President and Indoor Manager, ViraINiIA DE STEIGNER LITCHFIELD
Christian Association: President, NATALIE Frrienp McFaprEen
Vice-President, MARGARET SCATTERGOOD
Self-Government Association: President, CAROLINE STEVENS
Vice-President, ConsTaNcE SIDNEY Ha.
Equal Suffrage League: President, EtisaBrtH EMERSON
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English Club: President, Monica Barry O’SHEA
Members, Janet RanpoLPH GRACE
Saran Fenton Hinde
AmetiA Kettoaa MacMastTErs
Tatts Howarp SMITH
ConsTaNCE GRENELLE WILCOX
Glee Club: Leader, Sytv1A CANFIELD JELLIFFE
History Club: President, Mary Ropinson Hoper
Philosophical Club: President, THatta Howarp SMITH
Science Club: President, AMELIA Henrierta Dixon
Trophy Club: President, Marcaret THOMPSON
“College News’? Board: Managing Editor, Exisaseta SHERMAN GRANGER
Business Manager, VirGINIA DE STEIGNER LITCHFIELD
Editors, ELzaNor Lansine DuLLEs
Natauie Frienp McFapren
“ Lantern” and “ Tipyn o’ Bob” Board: Editor-in-Chief, Janet RANDOLPH GRACE
Editors, SarAH Fenton HiInDE
Margaret Isetin HENDERSON
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TuHatiaA Howarp Smite .
KaTHARINE Burr BiopGertt
Marsorig JOSEPHINE MILNE. .
Mary Rosrnson Hopnece. .
Marian Ruwoaps . .
JANET RANDOLPH GRACE
EstHER JOHNSON. . .
Aenes Dorotuy SHIPLEY .
Mary SyLvester CLINE. . .
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“Cock ©’ The TAalk”’
VERY much doubt my ability to do justice to my subject, which I may as well tell
you now is Athletics. The title really tells the whole story, and furthermore was sug-
gested by Monica, so you must realize how impossible a standard I have to live up to.
The minute 1917 entered the athletic arena of B. M. C. persons well versed in the
qualities of true greatness saw that we were bound to succeed. Our first year, following
in the Freshmen paths of etiquette, we won only a few minor sports, but our superiority
was not concealed by our well-behaved generosity. Gasps of wonder greeted our hockey
team as they scampered down the field to the melodious strains of ‘‘ Hockey, Hockey”’—
led by Hompe of the many-colored tams and the superhuman strength. Being modest
we preferred to retire without winning a game. In water polo we were not quite so polite,
for we took one game just to show Lil that in the water at least she couldn’t frighten us,
and also we wanted to celebrate the acquisition of Dan, our leviathan, who ever since has
struck terror into the hearts of those unfortunates who did not matriculate in 1917. In
basket-ball we exerted ourselves to the extent of getting into the finals, and there we yielded
with scarcely a murmur because we realized the ignominy that would be the lot of those
“dear, dear Seniors,” if they had to drop their banner so near commencement.
Sophomore year we came back a thoroughly seasoned bunch of veterans. We took
our athletics seriously and the result was that we won our major sports as nonchalantly
as though we were Seniors or professional athletes. Under the able management of Captain
Malone our second team was as successful as our first. But we did not win without some
pains for our trouble—I seem to remember sore shins possessed by Nats and myself and
scarcely avoided apoplectic fits on the part of Fran and Miss Applebee when during a hockey
game one of our opponents resorted to handball. In water polo the Freshmen, by Flan’s
beautiful crawl and Teddy’s long-distance throwing, hypnotized us into several ties. We
ended up a most successful year by walking through basket-ball, for we had noticed how
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well our banner looked on the Gym, the only trouble being that showers of shot greeted
those who stood below to admire.
Our Junior year we were inclined to rest upon our laurels. We scraped through hockey
on a little good playing and a great deal of brass and luck, ingredients with which we have
always been well supplied. Water polo saw Teddy’s star in the ascendancy, which unfor-
tunately we were unable to eclipse. Basket-ball as usual came our way, though with a
good dose of scare, administered by our Freshmen. Perhaps the most important thing this
year was the death blow we dealt to the system of training. After a night of carousing
with that “Ideal Husband” of ours, Hel rose up early and ran and skipped and jumped
us to the long end of the score in the track meet.
Senior fall we devoted our attention to hockey for the last time. In fact, we were
so devoted that we lost sight of tennis altogether. But hockey satisfied us. No oppo-
nent’s ball crossed our goal line and “Lina”’ Stevens had taken time from Self-Gov. to instruct
our forwards in the art of goal shooting. How puffed up at least eight of us felt when
Varsity sent All-Philadelphia to defeat to the tune of 3 to 0. What we do in water polo
remains a question for dispute. For my humble part, I can’t help thinking that, gray-
haired as we are, we can squeeze to the top somehow.
We may now be too old and decrepit to keep winning fresh bouquets and medals, but
we can look back and say that while we were in college no one was anxious to draw us first
in any game, and though some may look upon us as old hens, no one can dispute the
glorious fact that for four years we have been the “Cock o’ the Walk.”
Marcaret THOMPSON.
(That doggone dangerous girl.)!
4 Editor’s note.
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“Sweetness and Light’; or, Wihat Art did for As
‘* T F you have never felt the teeckle and teengle of ssthetic expeerience, read no further.
| The rest will be no more than primeeval star dust to your compreehension.”
We want this to be perfectly clear. We're used to it and we know what it
means, but we want you in on this too. And now to get away from the **sordeed horror
of our dailee life,” we will plunge into an exposeetion of the “cold steenging ecstasy.”
“As surely as we are all born in oreeginal seen, we are all born weeth bad taste. How-
ever, with true humeelitee, the eelasteecitee of muscular teesue, and what not, this com-
fortable state may be eeleeminated. The odour of sancteetee is as real as the odour of
violets—no doubt about eet!”
This is simple and hardly needs comment!
“The Meedle Ages were not dirty, their minds were on weemen and not on what they
were. It isa slow, warm pureefeecation. Comfort is vulgar! If you do not read Theodore
Dreiser, whom do you read? Eet ees life weeth a peen preek; eet ees life as you leeve eet.”
As this stands, we admit a slight incoherency, but in justification we must admit that
there were gaps in which we slept, lulled by the monotonous murmur of “‘eendeeveedual
exposeetion.” But now we come to the apotheosis of this matter, to the ““Far Fetched and
Dear Bought’’—how dearly bought we only know! When that quiz was put upon the
blackboard, we, who had passed beyond the Philistine stage, we merely asked with a faint
quiver, “Do you see what I see?’’—and turned on the “esthetic eemotion.”’
The theme was again the Eternal Feminine. We were asked for our personal opinions
and—we gave them! Though the subject demanded delicacy, we felt that we were deli-
cate enough for anything. Need we say more!
Emity Crane RussE.u.
ELISABETH SHERMAN GRANGER.
Q Mad Senior’s Night’s Bream
(A broad band of red outlines the picture-frame stage. At the back the Acheron flows
past. The near bank slopes gently down to the foreground, which is in semi-darkness. Here
and there groups of shades waiting.
Enter a large shade closely attended by two lesser shades. The large shade comes down
center with a swinging stride. The lesser shades walk almost beside him.)
Tue Larce Suave: Have you any plan yet? (Silence.) Ah turned one up last night.
It merits consideration. Ah’ve not read it myself, so of course Ah speak at second hand.
Oh, Ah meant to bring that book over today, but Ah forgot it.
(The second lesser shade giggles, pulling at the tail of the shirt of blue and white
checked gingham which adorns it; but the first lesser shade turns and begins running
quickly back the way they have come. A very tall shade leaves one of the growps and
advances smiling. It is a beatific smile.)
Tue Very Tatu Snape (slowly); Suppose a cannibal came to— Well (abruptly), I was
over there—
Tue Larce Suave (quickly): Yes, yes, Ah’ve been there and perhaps some of you have.
(A nearby group of shades look blank, but make a note of it.
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Re-enter the second lesser shade, running. It carries a book. The large shade
receives it, nodding.)
Tur Larcr Snape: Now, it will be necessary to—to—to bouleversé. Ah really can’t
think of the English word.
(A plump shade, accompanied by the shade of a dog, steps up.)
Tur Prump Suave (decidedly): We must get away, we must. Look (picking up the dog).
Look! (excitedly). I can no longer feel the pu-ush of the fle-esh against my hand!
(The dog shade gaps distressfully. As the large shade hesitates, a brisk shade about
which plays a rosy glow steps up.)
Tue Brisk Suave (helpfully): Now if it were a lion of force, you could give it this. (It
holds out the shade of a napple. A gentle shade joins them.)
Tue GENTLE SHADE: And have you found anything new? We’ve been here a long time.
Since we came queens have died, young and fair.
A Smatu Turn Suave (shaking the hair back from its forehead and excitedly): Now if these
rascally Republicans hadn’t stolen all the armoured cru-eesers, we’d get away easy.
In Virginiah—
(It is interrupted by the languid entrance of a lank shade supporting on its arm a
golden bracelet.)
Tue GentTLE SHADE: Beauty is but a flower.
Tue Piump Suave: I feel the teeckle and teengle of an «esthetic eemotion!
Tue Larcr SHapEe: Wow!
Tue First Lesser SHape (softly): Wow!
Tue Seconp Lesser SHane (softly): Wow!
(The shades crowd around the newcomer, all except one group, which consistently
notes down everything.)
Tue Lanx Snape: I don’t know why you ask me. Everything I think of seems funny
and trivial. Perhaps I can be more interesting another time. (He flounces away.)
(There is a splashing sound that gradually grows louder and down Acheron from
the left comes a rowboat vigorously propelled by a sturdy shade. There is a murmur of
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excitement in which the voice of the small thin shade is heard lamenting that its not an
“armoured cru-eeser from Virginiah.”
The sturdy shade makes a nicely calculated landing, carefully moors the boat and
steps ashore deliberately.)
Tue Sxinny Suave: Beautiful to behold!
Tue GenTtLe Suave: Brightness falls from the air!
Tue Sturpy SHADE (taking out its watch): I’m two and a half minutes behind my sched-
ule. Have you found a way to get out of this fix?
(The shades shake their heads.)
Tue Sturpy Suave: The trouble is you lack organization. Promptness, Precision, Pro-
portion! I’m under the suspicion that that combination will get you anything you want.
Tue GENTLE SnHapeE: I am sick and I must die.
Tuer Sturpy SHapEe: Nonsense—Come, every one of you—write out in three lines your
suggestions. Plan your answers, be specific.
(The shades quickly hand in written slips.)
Tue Sturpy SHADE (stamping each slip as it is received): There! Now each one of you
take hold of this somewhere. (He points to the band of red running round the picture-
frame stage.)
(The shades hurry about, but there is no confusion, no disorder. They grasp tt.)
Tue Sturpy SHape: There! Simplicity, Soundness and System can achieve anything—
even an Ideal Husband. Now just before you pull, take a long breath.
(The shades do. Nothing happens.)
Tue Sturpy SHapE: Why—that’s nothing but tape—push! push!
(Nothing happens.)
(The Sturdy Shade steps over the footlights and looks at the enclosing band. He
turns.)
Tuer Srurpy Suave: They’ve got us where they want us. We can’t doathing. I didn’t
know who was responsible—this tape is red!
Tue SKINNY SHADE (triumphantly): Of course it’s Red—you silly ass!
Monica Barry O’SHEA.
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Ch, Wiest is Hest
EMBROKE WEST has no great distinction—it’s quite nondescript. Its charm,
like that of the old darkey’s second husband, lies not so much in what we “‘is”’ as
what we “‘ain’t.” Here’s Rock on our left as a living example of piety and tradition
and song—and East on our right with Self-Government constancy and Undergraduate
busyness—yet we go on our way securely unimpressed. En masse we don’t even gossip
like Merion, probably because we even want to gossip about each other. But the fact
remains that we “‘bouleversé” tradition and divided we stand.
I heard a Freshman whisper, “All the Seniors in West have tea every day,” but there’s
nothing in that either. By “all the Seniors” she meant Monica, and then anyhow there
- are those aristocratic Suburbs! Ruth describes us as sects-within-sects; it sounds bad,
but I hope she means Margaret Henderson, etc., with the white mice; or Monic, etc., with
the 1915 monkeys. Ruth’s strong point is puns. She is ahead of all living women on the
subject and almost up with Jimmy with two a minute—‘‘ Miss Willett, will it—will it?”
“Miss Pauling, apalling, is it not?”
But West has its advantages. There is Miss O’Shea, from whom Mr. King assures
us we have a very “unusual opportunity to acquire charm,” and this year she is quite ready
to devote herself to us, since every higher class has left. Here’s Gertie, ready to cook for
us day or night—though the young girl has been solemnly warned by one who has been
here twenty years that “cooking destroys all feeling for the German language.” And our
sleuth-hound Ruth is ever ready for the trail. (N. B. She has never been able to dis-
cover the cause of all Catty’s mysterious Friday trips to town.) Small matter that we think
the seamless sweater rather intimate apparel—though I believe Hel’s blue one has seams.
The Iron Woman as always is rampant and uninfluenced and sits amid an horrendibus
umbris of needles looking like the Sheep in Alice.
But there are more serious things too, preparedness for example. Even Dor herself
couldn’t find fault with us here. We are rarely proficient. Ruth, in spite of that famous
confession, “‘I am weak, I admit it,” is an expert in manipulating the long distance phone;
then Red Cross Jeanetta, with tireless energy, arranges clothing for the army while Monic
personally looks out for the navy. On the whole, Miss Pat says, ‘no students have ever
been Seniors like this year’s.” Honi soit qui mal y pense!
“Anna SNOWDEN WILDMAN.
Job Libre
I love to sit in the semi-darkness
Among a lot of people
And listen to vocational quavers
That are all abstract sweetness
Except the title.
I delight to have my appetite,
That is keyed only to acquire facts,
Surprised with unanticipated appetizers
In the way of generalities
While time flies.
I love to think of the delightful ladies
So tactfully dressed and well bred,
At the top of the ladder, that they
Really cannot associate with the bottom.
And then too they are having
Such a good time.
They talk about the kind editor,
And the hat they wore on their first day’s work.
Yes, indeed, if in their emotion
Their sentences do not become
Mixed.
And they make appeals, forgetting that wa cannot help them.
As I listen from the semi-darkness,
Mute and passive behind the hat of the lady in front,
I feel that these are determined
To give me their ideals, .
And I will never know how they
Hold their jobs.
I can only wonder! ConsTANCE GRENNELLE WILCOX.
Pagan Pembroke; or The Tay of the CHorld
A Pictorial Panorama
Time: Any evening in the years 1913-17.
Place: The Pembroke Dining Room.
Dramatis Persone: About fourteen Hungry Heathens.
Act I. (Giving the donné of the piece.)
Miss Pat is seen enthroned at one end of the table. On either side of her Mart and
Steve, then a long gap and finally a wary group clustered at the other end. The other
table presents a misleading picture of consecutive amity. Lucia and Catty from across the
table tug hopefully at a blue plate. From the center of the table a small chop smiles
placidly. He has eluded them both. Second helps for all, three for Milly, who missed
her second egg this morning. ‘Shall we go, or shall we sit?”
Act II. (The plot thickens.)
Scene the same; one year later.
The table no longer rests upon its legs, but upon twenty-four finger tips held high
in air. Beneath the festal board one Hungry Heathen lies prone. At the head of the
table sits a terrorized father. Years later the Suburbs said it, “He must be suitably
entertained.”’ At the other table there is a perceptible rift in the lute.
Act III. (The climaz.)
Scene the same; one year later.
Monic asks Anne to ask Lizzie for some more of something. Everybody is helped
again. At one side of the table there is a clustering of heads. Some one is telling the
latest Chew story (about Mary Shelley) “‘and he said, ‘Ah’m tired of telling you difficult
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stories.’ Along the table there is a stretching of necks beyond the natural limits, and a
waving of hands that only ceases when the poison has been completely disseminated. We
must all be in on everything. Not so the other table, where now quite apparently some
(to quote the old morality) “act like devils, nothing amiable.”” The small becurled Heathen
has finished the nth plate of ice cream, and as we rise to leave, Mart’s gentle tones ring
through the empty dining-room: “‘Isn’t it strange how in Junior year men have suddenly
come into our lives.”
Act IV. (Dénouement.)
Scene the same; time the present.
To the outsider (Larie of immortal memory), the table has become a mere group
of “roués,” plus Mart the “disillusioned churchman.” Major English Drama has got
in its deadly work. “Of the two women representing the dishonest love of the king, Ida
is to be the more admired, for the countess had a husband.’ (Chew asked Mart if she
really meant this “curious” philosophy.) But all is not lost, for Milly’s verdict is that
“Shakespeare at least is pure.” At the other table the Suburbs are now definitely devel-
oped and a long vista ofj white table-cloth protects them from inferior contacts. “Savage
leaves out all Chew’s put in.” Yea, verily the old order changeth. Milly can still take
her second egg, but for the rest—the romance of youth is fled, we are become Resigned
Realists (following Fielding).
We Plan our answers and we are Specific.
Aanes Dorotuy SHIPLEY.
1920
be OU’LL write on 1920, Maria,” said the editor-in-chief. And when I endeavored
to show her that I could not write on a subject of which (or should I say of whom?)
I know so little, one of the editors said, ‘Oh, that’s all right; you can, and be sure
to make it snippy.”
But although we knew 1920 only slightly (what Senior class is ever very intimate with
Freshmen?), there seems to be no particular reason to be “‘snippy”’ about them. Those of
us who were in Rock had no particular love for them, I fancy, but that was partly due to
a Certain Unfortunate Incident in connection with the Endowment Fund.
In Merion we lived quite amicably. And who will ever forget the profuse apologies
for their Shower Song which they offered to our leading pacifist, with the slogan “ Peace
at any price.’ Early in the year the coloristic Zella and “Queenie” attracted instant
attention to Pembroke, where nerves were shattered by hearing constant calls for “M.
Cary.” Though 1920 made various false starts, they really did pretty well considering
their sisterly handicap. On the whole, that very decent vote not to invade Senior sanctums
on Freshman Night is characteristic of their temper, and as the “mighty Seniors” go on
their way “growing grey and growing fat,” we say good luck to 1920.
Mary Bartow ANDREWS.
The Bymn of Bate; or, The Tranquil Thirteen
HERE are so many subjects that must be avoided in reporting a typical Merion
conversation that really the difficulties can scarcely be overstressed. For example,
the war is suggested, and immediately Con, Thalia, Nats and Marian break forth
into the original peace yell:
“Boom! Damn the fighters! Boom! Damn the U-boats!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Peace!”
Or again, the favorable, or unfavorable, qualities of the English Club, and instantly freez-
ing glances congeal the speaker if by any chance Sally or Thalia are near at hand. The
least tactful of persons could scarcely discuss bridge playing on Sunday with the president
of C. A. nearby; and of course everyone knows that the shortcomings of the Politics depart-
ment can never be included in any courteous Merion conversation.
With this by way of editorial explanation for certain glaring absences in the list of
conversational topics, I introduce you to Merion 1917—a typical luncheon conversation.
Maria (preparatory to asking for dues long since owing her or for better attendance at song
practices): These flowers? Yes, they are good looking. (Rather apologetically; although if
“they” must send her flowers we prefer to have them as attractive as possible.) Do you mind
if I ask once more for that money for ?
AmmiE: Well, homely men can be awfully nice just the same, Lovey! (Lovey laughs,
unconvinced.) And anyway, Crenshaw’s voice——
Marian (sotto voce): Now that Tenney’s in Rome, I’m sick of discussing professors.
Where’s that copy of Dostoevsky that I got out of the Lib for you, Maria? I thought that
was exceedingly interesting.
Issiz (interrupting in her own positive way): Oh! You do? Well, I don’t!
Nats (as usual, pouring oil on the troubled waters, tactfully changes the subject): Sally,
I missed you at basket-ball yesterday! Did Miss Crandall finally arrive at the tea?
ios
Amntn (still absorbed in her own thoughts): Ryu, don’t you think homely men can be
awiully nice?
Doris (very much worried): I still have two books to do for Savage before finals, and
there are only six weeks left!
(Sally raises her eyebrows hopelessly. Silence falls, and every one moves up until only
three of the thirteen chairs are being occupied, for Maria is retailing the latest in sleuth.)
Marta: Well, °19 says
Amie (returning at last to this interesting earth): Poor Waco!
(Greenie now dashes in, unbelievably late and asks: ““Where do you suppose I'VE been?”
And, strange to say, every one groans while Mary Worley remarks squelchingly, “I CAN’T
imagine! That man never said anything interesting enough to hold ME.’’)
Con: Well, honestly, that physics—Listen, Doris, take that salt away from Ee-ss-abella.
I can’t even see her now!
Martian: Oh, I found one awfully sleuthy passage in Clarissa. Did you see it, Sally?
Sauiy (disconsolately): Oh, no’ It’s just my luck to have skipped that!
Lovey: Have the German submarines sunk any more boats? (Which, on the surface,
seems a laudable interest in current events, but, translated by the initiate, means, “Are you
playing bridge tonight, Fiends?’’)
And now, complying with a Freshman’s request that her mother be permitted to hear
a typical college song, *17 breaks forth into: ‘‘One rainy day, in a crowded car, Yours truly
sat inside,”’ followed by °19’s ““My mother-in-law, she is dead.”
Then just, to prove we are quite human, we sneeze three times for Mrs. Freshman:
“Hish! Hash! Sussia!” which, when well done, is really quite impressive you know. And
then we depart, singing soulfully, “How would you like to be kissed by Dou-ga-las Fair-
banks?” and gloom settles over the dining room. Thalia, alone, continues to eat, mutter-
ing, “Now that Tom has gone, I needn’t hurry. I really think if that man had stayed
until Tom-morrow I’d have had (p)Tom-aine poisoning!”
IsABELLA STEVENSON D1AMonp.
Sing Willow, Sing Willow
i HE intense Irish melancholy” that Mr. Francis Hackett said permeated The
Rush Light was nothing to the melancholy that descended on that fatal nine-
teenth of April when it was announced that we had raised our coach to be a
soldier. (Personally I shall always blame Hel for inspiring him—at the very first rehearsal
he loved that authoritative triple knock of hers and the way she gripped her musket on
“You'll not be seeing him again.””) When we stopped emotionalizing to think, however,
we realized it was quite in accord with the climactic career our Senior play had already
had. In the early fall we had started pursuing one Noble Spaniard for which H. J. S. beat
upon his desk. Hel stalked that fellow (the gringo) all over New York one week end, and
even after that we couldn’t get trace of him. Then the special deliveries with Charles
Frohman began. That was quite a rare correspondence—rarely expensive. We dallied
with the Morals of Marcus and a few other costly manuscripts and then Con after chapel
told us we were announcing the play at one-thirty. Climax number one! That’s where
we fooled her; we did it.
I can see now that we were too guileless in accepting all Savage’s enthusiasm for our
“‘war measure” as the bona fide stuff. There it was—that word “war.” Everything went
very nicely for a while. Then came climax number two—that Moth. I swore when Hel
turned her back to the audience and opened out her arms she’d be a whole drop curtain,
and Hel was a lady and didn’t swear at me. But they were firm and I’d made the fatal
mistake of divulging that Adeline Gibson was costuming my “Golden God,” and they
wouldn’t even let me try for the Moth. So I’m going to do Goring in Gold.
Rehearsals were unique. Doris and Greenie reduced us to mirth every time they
opened their platitudinous mouths, and Thal blew about the stage in a way that fascinated
me till I forgot to practice the impossible—‘‘the Golden God dances very beautifully by
himself.”” Along here in the rehearsals came minor climaxes—as Savage said, ‘‘It’s—er—
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difficult, this reckoning with the authors.” But we forgave him all when he briskly alter-
nated as “Thistledown Triumphant” and a Marquis, or voiced for Con the passionate
wailings of Kathleen on “lov-v-e.” Things were going with a vengeance and we
were on the crest when The Climax came. And here we are now, facing the production
with no Lord High Executioner. No more shattered nerves from the bang of that dumb-
bell. No more bellow of “Wrong foot!” No longer will Nats clutch my shoulder 4 la
Mable and whisper, ‘‘Oh, he’s so fierce,” and henceforth Steve can sit on her prompter’s
chair (with a back) without trembling. And is it “sing willow, sing willow?” Indeed
no—as P. T. said when he told her that ‘the one thing he hated to leave was the Senior
play” ‘“‘they too must show that they can be depended upon.” So following close in
the tradition of the Ideal Husband, we are going to make this just as shiny a laurel
wreath for “H. J.’”’ and for 1917 as there’s paint in the pot. And, moreover, it was the
“first time... in Bryn Mawr . . . 1917 did it.”” Ha! Ha! and Cock-a-doodle-doo!
Monica Barry O'SHEA.
Sentimental Scientists
It is indeed a Difficult task for one of scientific Bent
To find in the halls of that emporium of science cognomened
Dalton
Much trace of sentiment.
But even if One regards college life
Entirely from the Academic view point
And believes the afternoon just begun at five forty-five,
There have been some points on the horizon
That could not be overlooked.
To any one at all familiar with the Dalton of Year Before Last
Or even
Of the Year before That,
We need not mention the name of the especially distinguished
Student of Biology
Inevitably followed by a smiling professor
Who follows more and more as years roll on.
Surely that was a case of true sentiment!
Perhaps such are confined to the second floor.
Yes, even now has Daytime for Miss Pinney charms.
But no! Who’s not heard Rumours of Chasing shirts for Trophies?
And every one realizes what lions of infinite attraction are found
In barns it
But why concern ourselves with facts so obvious!
We have been told the greatest scientists of old
Were sentimental.
Can it be that the Inmates of Dalton follow them,
Or is there some elixir in the dust of the dark halls
And creaking stairs?
Henrietta AMELIA Drxon.
Present Arms— Forward March
HAVE often wondered whether it is worse to thrust a fairly respectable title upon an
unsuspecting public and promptly proceed to betray the “beautiful trust” thus
inspired, or to offer gems of thought with no title, and thereby betray oneself! Thought
gems are indeed among the possessions of ’17—for proof refer to the other pages of this
same book—but I have seldom succeeded in grasping their intricate meaning—and so I
am forced to select an inspiring title. I feel it is impossible to apologize sufficiently for the
article that follows; therefore I shall ask Bryn Mawr’s “noble four hundred” to occupy
the reviewing stand at once, and their Faculty, even as they wait, shall pass before them.
I attended the Faculty Concert; I have also heard many rumors of travels in Guate-
mala and prospective ones in South America. Accordingly I first present to you the
Brigadier General advancing upon a snow-white mule called “Petulance” and dressed as
nearly as possible “to fit the medium” of any fourth century coin. ‘What am I offered,”
rings out upon the air, and we realize, shamefacedly, that Rhys knew what a hit he was
making that night, and that he will probably continue to sell his own pictures quite blatantly
even in the presence of the famous Hindenburg reserve! Miss Branson has been laboring
for some months on suitable food for the cannon, and her best product now heaves into sight,
puffing lustily. We have no difficulty in recognizing Dr. Chew. I doubt if he could con-
ceive of any one not on the job at the present time! And when I tell you he resembles an
Indian war chief, wrapped in a certain red blanket, I think, in decency, I can scarcely say
more! Just by way of contrast, a small urchin with yellow hair streaming to the breeze
and with many large safety pins protruding here and there from various parts of her small
person, has been placed directly behind. Georgiana Goddard is ‘“poodling” along nearby,
the dog clutched firmly in one arm, and wearing the Great Refusal, halo fashion. The
next division is indeed strange and, at first sight, one might imagine some nearby town had
been evacuated at the approach of the enemy; as they pass by, however, we realize that
—79—
they are part of the Bryn Mawr faculty—Dr. “Geology” Brown and the famous Brown
sextette. The national “gy-ard” too is with us and we are now confident that no river,
however “un-navigubble,” can ever bar their advance. Jimmy, because of the extreme
importance of his task, is permitted to ride in a conspicuous red limousine, for he is sub-
stituting for Wilson and is putting all necessary correspondence into the best possible
English. Dr. Grey’s famous running costume forces him to adopt a mad pace, whether
he so desires or not; and true to his belief that there is only one way to do many things
besides punctuate, Dr. Savage advances quite calmly and confidently “according to
schedule.” ‘‘The flowers of American womanhood” (so-called on a certain memorable night
in our Freshman year) will always be just behind the front, raising money as usual for some
worthy cause or struggling to live up to Mrs. Smith’s multi-colored catalogue. Wherever
they may be, the maintenance of the higher education will ever be their aim. As is only
fitting, a certain popular professor will deliver daily lectures on “Who Will Win; or, Why
I Don’t Fight,” and even as he speaks, Llewellyn will gaze down into the smiling faces of
the reason.
“Junior BANQUET.”
(Revised for the Occasion.)
Co Ourselves
I hate Class Book meetings,
They make me sick.
First there are the Joyful Meetings
When each of us comes in
Laden with manuscripts.
(There are very few of these.)
And we smile hopefully at each other,
Asking with cheerful good humor:
“What have you got?”
When they are read out we all sigh
And wish we were cleverer.
Would to God we were!
Then there are the Despairing Ones
When nothing happens.
Most of them are desperate towards the end,
But these are the worst of all.
No one has any ideas;
We’ve given up looking for them.
We know that “‘such things must come,”
To quote from a contributor,
So we wearily turn the yellow pages
And wait—
And wait.
And then there are the Determined Ones
With the pressing need “to do something.”
And these are really very bad,
Because we all do do something.
I hate Class Book meetings,
They make me sick.
ELISABETH SHERMAN GRANGER.
N. B.—This sense of the meeting is unanimous.
Tue Rest or THE Epitors.
7
Tennis Singles
Championship won by 1920.
Individual Champion—M. Cary,
1920.
Captain—M. Wiiarp
Manager—R. Levy
First Team
M. THomrson M. Witwarp
STEVENS
Second Team
C. Wiicox
E. Hotcomsr
T. Smira
Tennis Boubles
Championship won by 1920.
Team
M. Toomeson’ R. Levy
C. STEVENS C. Wiicox
M. Wuarp~ T. Smita
Hockey
Championship won by 1917.
First Team
Captain—M. Tompson
Manager—M. ScattERGoop
L. Brown V. LitcHFIELp
M. Wrtarp’= M. Scatrrercoop
C. Stevens’ 4H. Harris
N. McFapen_ E. Emerson
A. Davis M. Txompeson
F. Curtin
Senior Pear
Second Team
Captain—G. Matonr
Manager—M. Hover
S. HinpEe H. Kenpia
L. Coins G. Maton
E. Hemenway M. Hopce
C. Hari D. Suretey
E. DuLiEs K. BuiopGett
S. JELLIFFE
Third Team
Captain—F. Ipp1nes
On Varsity
Captain—M. Tompson
H. Harris C. STEVENS
V. Lircurietp L. Brown
M. Wittarp-~——sOF-. Curtin
M. ScatrERGoop
Swimming Meet
Championship won by 1920.
Captain—M. ScattERGooD
Team
M. Scatrercoop V. LitcHrreLp
E. DuLuEs M. Wituarp
A. Davis E. Russewu
Water Pols
Championship won by 1917.
First Team
Captain—V. Lircu¥teLp
Manager—M. ScatrErGoop
V. Litcurtetp M. Scatrercoop
M. Witiarp~ C. Harr
E. DuLiEs C. STEVENS
H. Harris
Ba ae
Second Team
Captain—A. Davis
Manager—H. AuLrort
E. Hotcomse K. Biopeerr
L. Case G. MaLone
H. Aturort§ A. Davis
S. JELLIFFE
On Varsity
M. Wruiuarp C. Hat
V. Litcuritetp
Subs—E. DuLLEs
A. Davis
C. STEVENS
M. ScatrERGoop
Track Meet
Championship won by 1917.
Individual cup won by H.
Harris.
Captain—N. McFapen
Manager—K. BuopeEtt
Team
H. Harris E. Emerson
A. Davis E. DuLuEs
M. Scartrercoop M. Tuompson
E. Hemenway M. Hopae
N. McFapen
World record broken by M.
Scattercoop in Hurl Ball
—85 ft. 10 in.
College record broken by H.
Harris in Running High
Jump—4 ft. 4% in.
College record broken by H.
Harris in Hop, Step, and
Jump—32 ft. 114 in.
Epilogue
NCE more we are called upon to epitomize our efforts in a few succinct phrases.
Through many months a blight lay upon four bright young lives—lives spent in the
constant endeavor to be funny at any cost. Now we realize that we have probably
made a dismal failure, but we don’t want to hear about it. We don’t want any one to rub
it in. If even the boast of a slight success is permitted to us, we must refer it to the rosy
glow pervading our horizon, and we would like to have you take us kindly by the hand
(as kindly as possible, now) and say with the true spirit of friendliness, “God bless you—
you need it!”
Tur Eprrors.
“Let us now praise famous men—
Men of litile showing—
For their work continueth,
And their work continueth,
Greater than their knowing.”
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Bryn Mawr College Yearbook. Class of 1917
Bryn Mawr College (author)
1917
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Annual
120 pages
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9PY 1917
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