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Dedication
The Class of Nineteen-Thirty-Four
Considers it a privilege
To dedicate this, their Yearbook,
To
GEORGIANA GODDARD KING.
By her work, as head of
The Department of History of Art,
She has inspired us to an intelligent appreciation —
Of the work of the great masters.
We wish to express our gratitude
For the years she has devoted to Bryn Mawr.
WE
Shall Be Nameless
Business Manager
RutTH BERTOLET
Assistants
KATHERINE LOUISE Fox ELLEN NANcy Hart
BETTY CAROLYN GOLDWASSER FRANCES PLEASANTON
Art Editor
GABRIEL BROOKE CHURCH
We wish to thank Miss Meneely, Miss Carter, Miss Fraser and Miss
Dannenbaum for their valuable services to the Business Board.
Editorial acknowledgment to Mr. Monroe F. Dreher, of Newark, New
Jersey, for his suggestion of the Almanac format for this book.
By Their Speech Shall Ye Know Them
It has always been our aim to present the lives and loves of our classmates
in the modern mode, and under the circumstances, and in the light of the fact
that we have been joyously informed that there has never been a class quite
like us before, and, if the gods are kind, there never will be again, we feel
that our class history cannot be written in the manner of class histories in the
dim, dark past. We are therefore attempting to present it through a review
of the clichés which have been on every talented and brilliant tongue during
our four years of preparation for the life to come. It all started when the lady
of social repute gave a dinner and during the preliminaries announced that she
had intended to have caviar canapes and then decided not to. Everyone
raised their voices and shouted as one person “cliché”, and that is how it all
originated. We have been raising our voices and shouting more or less the
same things for many years and through them it is our belief that our careers
can be most accurately sketched.
: 11. Two inches taller and I would
9 have been the world’s greatest
Hamlet.
© | 12. You know I think there’s really
something to that man Santayana.
13. Freshman! ‘Telephone!
14. What did you really think about
Ulysses?
15. Have you started your long paper
yet? Good, neither have I.
e 16. Mine’s a tragedy—I simply can’t
write comedy.
17. I know, but the English faculty
doesn’t want to know the facts of
life.
18. Virginia Woolf may be the best
modern novelist, but she doesn’t
mean anything to this baby.
19. Caps and gowns make me feel
FRESHMAN YEAR awfully intelligent.
20. I’m going to chapel.
1. Can you go out with men around oxi
here? 21. It doesn’t make sense. I had a
2. She had blonde hair when I knew credit average all semester and
her in prep school—can you be- then end up with a sixty.
lieve it? 22. Isn’t Mrs. Collins cute?
3. What do you talk about when
you go to tea at the Dean’s? 23. There’s something positively om-
4. Do you realize she has never inous about the Dean’s office.
even been to a speakeasy? 24. Freud has a _ positively filthy
5. I’m only going to stay two years mind.
—just to please the family. 25. Parade Night makes me feel like
6. Id like to see her outside of col- I was back in prep school.
lege. 26. Ill bet I draw the prize Lantern
7. She’s never known any men real- girl.
ly well, if you know what I | 27. I think the Seniors are really
mean. quite human.
8. Do they ever check up on where | 28. Wouldn’t she have to be Presi-
you sign out to? dent of Self-Gov?
9. You show a marked tendency to- | 29. Well, it’s all right if you live in
ward flat feet. Pembroke, but Rock has gratings
10. “Marching along, marching along, on the windows.
Fifty score strong, 30. Vll never get my merits—not
Great hearted gentlemen singing with that dandy Freshman Eng-
this song.” lish.
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I haven’t taken my S. A. girl out
to tea yet. Do you suppose she'd
notice if I didn’t?
Do you think the Prince and
Princess of Japan actually no-
ticed the cherry tree?
It’s all very well not having a
mid-year, but think of the final.
What’s this I hear about no re-
quired science?
I haven’t been here one week-
end all fall.
Can you bear it? Dr. Wagoner
asked me if I was happy.
Just tell her you feel faint—she’ll
give you an excuse.
Minor History is the toughest
course in college.
Do you suppose tar soap will
take the dog fish off?
Would you believe it? I intend-
ed to be an English major.
Who’s writing Freshman Show?
We might as well call the whole
thing off—Mrs. Manning has
ruled half the class out.
She’s supposed to be swell—had
some sort of a job in the theatre
somewhere once.
Better keep it clean—Miss Park
reads it.
Last year’s Freshman Show was
the best there’s ever been.
Did you ever see such a collec-
tion of legs?
If this is dress rehearsal the per-
formance ought to be swell.
Don’t try to sing it—just sort of
talk the words.
from a Senior! Im
Flowers
made!
It would be swell fun to sneak a
man in.
Do you suppose she’d be sure to
recognize P. G. Wodehouse’s
short stories?
I’m using one of Margaret
Culkin Banning’s—she’s too low-
brow for the English department.
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Who’d want to stay here for
graduation anyway?
It'll be great to be a Sophomore
and not have to answer the
phone.
You'll have to visit us in the
country—you’d love it.
SOPHOMORE YEAR
Never saw such a lousy bunch of
Freshmen.
It certainly is a relief not to have
to jump every time the phone
rings.
Freshman! Telephone!
Pretty degrading I call it. Be-
ing quarantined for _ infantile
paralysis.
Maybe they will send us all home.
6. Maybe they won't.
7. Wouldn’t Dr. Wagoner
have to call it acute anter-
ior poliomelitis ?
8. Sign out to Philly and then
go to Princeton.
9. Well, someone has got to
teach these Freshmen some
manners.
10. It’s all very well not hav-
ing traditions, but there are
some things a Freshman
simply can’t be allowed to
get away with.
If she waits for me to tip her cap
she’ll wait a long time.
Oh, let the Freshmen keep their
song.
It's a racket—this
ment.
unemploy-
Might as well give up desserts—
no one can eat them anyhow.
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Hear they aren’t going to have
Big May Day—depression I
guess. a
The whole thing’s a_ publicity
gag.
It’s a mistake to make an under-
classman the May Queen. ‘They
never get over it.
She’s not buxom enough.
I think she’s more the ideal peas-
ant type.
I don’t see how they get it all put
together.
How do you make the petals stick
with the stem?
What a rose!
To think the English did this for
fun!
Skip, you fool!
I don’t know either—watch the
person ahead of you.
We absolutely cannot put this
thing over without the coopera-
tion of every single one of you.
Mrs. Collins is frantic.
I hear Mr. King has had a ner-
vous breakdown.
What a farce!
England!
I hear she has never been on a
horse in her life.
I can’t help it—the stones hurt
my feet.
‘There just isn’t anything a Bryn
Mawr girl can’t do, is there?
I crown thee Queen of the May.
So this is Merrie
I'll bet it rains.
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Can you imagine Mrs. Collins if
it does?
You should see the Mask of the
Flowers. No, they just dance.
This seven o’clock stuff is the ab-
solute end.
Have you seen the cute little man
who drives the oxen? He’s en-
gaged to some Senior.
Just what is the emotional status
of oxen? Do you know?
They just tumble-roll around, you
know.
I simply cannot jeopardize my in-
ternational professional reputa-
tion by letting you go on as
trained by me personally.
Open your mouth when you talk
—you’re not indoors.
Louder! Louder still!
Can’t hear you yet!
You’ve got to keep up the tempo
or the whole thing will fall flat.
Dancers! Where the hell are the
dancers?
This May Day stuff is fine, but
the professors keep forgetting it.
Thought they were going to cut
the work.
She’s going to Princeton house-
parties, too—I’ll bet she’s fried on
Saturday.
Happy May Day!
I feel as though I had been
through the Great War.
I’m going to sleep for a week.
I was a swell folk dancer, but
it’s the woman who always pays.
That’s all very well, but you'll
never persuade me the Earl of
Pembroke was the Dark Lady of
the Sonnets.
The machinery of the govern-
ment of this country is just like a
model T Ford.
Oh, you know enough about the
facts of life to pass.
She ought to know—she’s
enough experience.
Shout!
had
This racket of girls cutting in
gets me down.
I'll bet someone gets tight and
that will be the last of the Bryn
Mawr dances.
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If you cut back more than twice
the fools think you have fallen
for them.
He’s not very good-looking, but
he’s a swell dancer.
So that’s the mystery man!
Well, after all, Haverford is
pretty impossible.
Are you hanging around for
Garden Party?
My Senior would have to ask all
of Philadelphia.
What were you in May Day?
JUNIOR YEAR
Oh, why did he shave his beard
off, not once but twice?
Have you heard about Miss Rob-
bins and Dr. Herben?
This infantile business is getting
to be a racket.
I refuse to give up Thanksgiving
vacation—I’ve got a date for the
Harvard game and I’m going—
that’s all there is to it.
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Who cares when we get out in
the summer—Princeton doesn’t
graduate ’til the middle of June.
He’s Theodore’s greatnephew, I
think.
I’m not twenty-one until Decem-
ber, wouldn’t that burn you up?
Well, what makes you so sure he
isn’t a Tammany man?
That Socialist rally in front of
the Lib ought to be worth taking
in—remember “Hell in Harlan”?
I don’t care who gets elected as
long as we get Repeal.
Have you seen Gilbertson yet?
Fenny says inflation is the only
solution.
Well, look what it did for the
German mark—and they couldn't
stop it during the French Revo-
lution.
If I don’t want to read the News
I don’t see why I should have to
pay for it.
How about the rights of man?
It’s the organ of the college and
as such should have the support
of every undergraduate. If you
want a News you have to sup-
port it.
What’s all this stuff about having
to dress for dinner?
Never heard of such nonsense—
the next thing you know they’ll
want us to turn out in evening
clothes.
“Night and day, why is it so?”
Did Kate Hepburn ever gradu-
ate?
She’s pretty stupid to deny she
ever went here—just a publicity
stunt.
So you Bryn Mawr girls never
wash your faces or clean your
finger nails?
All you have to do is say some-
thing nasty about Bryn Mawr
and the Philly papers jump on it!
You can’t get a cent out of the
banks—they’ve shut them up.
How am I going to get to Prince-
ton?
See if Sandy will cash a check
for you.
This is the end—half the people
I know are going to Majorca to
live—it’s plenty cheap they say.
I think Sackville-West is incon-
sequential—imagine combining
Virginia Woolf and D. H. Law-
rence.
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Yes, but did you ever read Lady
Chatterly?
Fire!
Never saw anything so funny as
those cute little men dragging
hose all over the power house
roof.
Id like to be a fireman.
If you test positive they send you
home.
Half the college has scarlet fever.
If there are five cases it’s an epi-
demic and we can all go home?
If you scratch it with a nail
brush it looks positive.
I’m going home.
They have locked them all up in
Wyndham—what a lousy trick!
Shall I take Honors next year?
You should see Merion—the
chimney blew down and tore the
whole roof off.
A visitation of the Lord’s wrath,
I calls it.
It’s an awful shame about the
campus.
Blows down half the campus and
not one of those damned bushes
lost a twig.
You could sneak out and put salt
at the roots and they’d die.
Might get the unemployed to dig
them up.
The Bush Woman has been at it
again.
It’s a real experience to work
under Stokowski—he’s a great di-
rector—I don’t think there’s any
doubt about that.
Are you taking the Oral?
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I haven’t read a word of French
for months.
It’s a swell trick, this making
you wait ’til you’ve forgotten all
the French you ever knew.
I’m certainly glad that I took the
thing last fall.
The trouble with the History de-
partment is that comprehensive—
you can’t bluff on the thing either.
The people I pity are the English
majors.
They can’t make anything out of
Merion unless they put some bath-
rooms in the place.
That “duty to your college’ is an
old gag—I heard that in prep
school.
Live in Merion—not on your life.
Well, more power to them, but
they'll get over being generous
before long next year.
This place gets more like a prep
school every day.
I’m going to do a lot of the read-
ing during the summer.
I only have four classes next
year.
What’s the easiest science?
We’re going to miss them next
year.
God! I’m going to have to do
some work next year.
I’m not going to take any week-
ends—all the lads I know gradu-
ate this June.
Wonder what it’ll be like to be a
Senior.
I think I’ll write a play during
the summer.
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C’mon up an’ see me sometime.
Prosit!
It’s not intoxicating—and that’s
the way the rule book reads.
You can knock the top off with a
quarter if you know the trick.
7S.
If Baby Face didn’t make the cut-
est May Queen!
I'd give a lot for a picture of
Dean Manning in that get-up.
Look at Sammy Arthur!
Eddie Warburg really looks a lot
I wouldn’t miss that Faculty
Show for a million dollars.
What’s this about Pres. Park
singing “Eadie Was a Lady’’?
SENIOR YEAR
Never saw such a swell lot of
Freshmen.
Keep your eye on that girl—she’s
got what it takes.
I can remember when I was a
Freshman. eae
I’ve really got to do some work
this year.
Tm not going to leave until
Thanksgiving after this week-
end.
You couldn’t get me to another
Prom with a team of oxen.
When I was a Freshman I used
to think nothing of staying up all
night.
I don’t see any good reason why
we shouldn’t have two vegetables
instead of so much meat.
You’ve just got a complex about
complexes.
I know all about that, but I like
Noel Coward.
Wonder who'll be married first.
I’ve got to work.
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like Ed Wynn even without
make-up.
Never realized the old boys and
girls had it in them!
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That gag about going to bed
early so you will be able to or-
ganize is all right if you know
anything to organize—but I don’t.
The only way to pass exams is
to learn to spot the questions.
Personally I prefer Schopen-
hauer’s outlook.
Who’s afraid of the big, bad
wolf?
A fat chance I’ve of graduating.
Well, they have to graduate
someone or the state will take
away their charter.
Mrs. Dean really knows her
stuff,
You know I never realized it
quite before, but the present in-
ternational situation is no joke.
The chief reason I took honors
was to get unlimited cuts—but I
think I’d rather go to classes.
You know I'd rather like to work
if I ever had time.
Have you ever tried studying in
the stacks?
Repeal is a definite relief, I find.
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Haven’t been in the Lib since
Freshman year.
She’ll never marry him—you see.
I guess I'll get myself a job in
Macy’s.
I'd like to see her ten years from
now.
She’s
learn.
I haven’t any faith in Russian
photographers.
God! You look grim.
What’s the dollar doing?
awfully young yet, she’ll
If she isn’t living with him Id
like to know what she is doing.
Well, while there’s life there’s
hope—Margaret Ayer’ Barnes
flunked Sophomore English.
Why didn’t I take Hygiene when
it was easy?
How’s Herben getting along with
Sophomore English?
There’s too much emphasis on
exams.
I think Hepburn is terribly over-
rated as an actress.
Miss Thomas must have been a
remarkable woman.
The Deanery is alright, but it
has too much in it.
When I took Freshman English I
never cracked a book for the
exam—
If people don’t stop swiping the
books I need out of the Lib I’m
going to steal them permanently.
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I wish I were going to be here
another year—I'd take Anthro-
pology.
Never put your orals off until
Senior year—it’s a mistake.
I suppose I might just as well
ask the whole damned family to
Garden Party and hope for the
best.
I absolutely refuse to wear a big
hat.
Typical—you spend four years
here and then they make you buy
your own diploma.
Who am I going to give my
hoops to?
The next thing the radical ele-
ment in the class. will want
Coughlin at Baccalaureate.
As I look out over your bright
young faces and realize that you
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are about to go out into the world
to become wives and mothers—
What good is a college education
anyway?
Oh, Hell!
It'll be good for the incoming
class.
I’m sure glad I’m getting out of
this place before they put those
comprehensives in.
Let’s all get stinking the night
before graduation.
If I pass that comprehensive I’m
going to get drunk and_ stay
drunk for a week.
When I get my diploma I’m go-
ing around and sock that guy.
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If these are “the happiest days of
my life’ what a dandy life I’m
going to have.
Where, oh, where are the staid
old Seniors?
You know, it’s
awful lot of fun.
If you’re ever in town be sure to
look me up.
really been an
I wish it were all over.
Don’t they look impressive?
Thank you, Miss Park.
So this is LIFE!
(lass Statistics
; Class Officers
1930-31.
President: Nichols; Vice-President: Rothermel; Secretary: Gribbel.
Bee den: H. Mitchell; Vice-President: Hannan; Secretary: Rothermel.
ee deni: Miles; Vice-President: Mackenzie; Secretary: Bowen.
Be dent: Miles; Vice-President: Mackenzie; Secretary: Bowen.
Student Government
1930-31. Lee.
1931-32. Gribbel, H. Mitchell.
1932-33. Gribbel, H. Mitchell, Rothermel.
1933-34. President: H. Mitchell; Vice-President: Gribbel; Senior Member:
Bertolet. Advisory Board: Bertolet, Coleman, F. Jones, M. Mitchell,
Pleasanton.
Undergraduate Association
1930-31
Freshman Member: Blume.
1931-32.
Treasurer: Bowen.
Sophomore Member: Bowie.
1932-33.
Secretary: Bertolet.
First Junior Member: Parnell.
Second Junior Member: Culbertson.
1933-34.
President: Nichols.
Vice-President: Fouilhoux.
Speakers’ Committee: Culbertson.
Board: Bowen, F. Jones, Laudenberger, Marsh, M. Mitchell.
Bryn Mawr League
1930-31.
Freshman Representatives: Brown, Fraser.
1931-32.
Assistant Bates House: Lee.
1932-33.
Assistant Sunday Services: Rothermel.
Bates House Manager: Lee.
Assistant Bates House Manager: Parsons.
Blind School: Fraser.
Haverford Community Centre: Duany.
Industrial Group: Bertolet.
Maids’ Entertainment and Coaching: E. Snyder.
1933-34.
President: Rothermel.
Secretary and Treasurer: Lee.
Sunday Services: Barnitz.
Bryn Mawr Camp: Marsh.
Summer School Chairman: E. Smith.
Maids’ Vespers: Detwiler.
International Relations Club
1932-33. President: Hart.
1933-34. Treasurer: Duany.
French Club
1932-33. Secretary-Treasurer: Jarrett.
1933-34. President: Little; Secretary-Treasurer: Jarrett.
Employment Bureau
1934. Chairman: Bowen.
Undergraduate Assistant to the Director of Publication
1934. Barnitz.
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Obituary Notice
Just for a paltry DISTINCTION they left us!
IN MEMORIAM
HARUM ILLUSTRIUM QUAE SE HONORIBUS
DEDICAVERUNT
Jean Elizabeth Anderegg
Janet Barton Barber
Lula Howard Bowen
Helen Bowie
Mary Elizabeth Charlton
Maria Middleton Coxe
Alva Detwiler
Elizabeth Fain
Sarah Fraser
Marianne Augusta Gateson
Suzanne Halstead
Janet Elizabeth Hannan
Frances Follin Jones
Sallie Jones
Louise Swain Landreth
Myra Wilson Little
Elizabeth Murray Mackenzie
Dorothy Haviland Nelson
Mary Blake Nichols
Gertrude Annetta Parnell
Evelyn Macfarlane Patterson
Barbara Eleanor Smith
Anita Aurora Pawolleck de Varon
HArwig peyahn 7
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It was many, many, many years ago
That I thought up this Bryn Mawr Big May Day show,
I looked out on the campus,
I said, ‘“These surroundings stamp us
As Old English of four centuries ago.”
I got together Brady, Grant and Petts,
I bellowed, “Take your places in your sets,
What though you look askance
You are going to learn this dance.”
Then they curtseyed low and meekly whispered, “Let’s.”
IT had a May-Queen party in the Gymn.,
I invited every pretty girl and slim;
I walked them round in nighties
While a little bunch of brighties
Awaited my decision, looking grim.
I wound ropes and ropes and ropes of paper flowers,
I climbed up to plant the flags on Pembroke towers;
When Merion Green wore out,
With my six gardeners stout,
I made the daisies grow in just two hours.
I chased the Oxen round the Wyndham block,
I held them while the driver donned his smock,
And not content with that
I made posies for his hat,
Then he kissed me, for he came of Southern stock.
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It was I who packed Queen Bess into her litter,
It took me all my time to make it fit ’er;
I told her when to bow
And what to do and how,
For in those robes she was an awkward critter.
I showed the Dragon how to hold his tail,
I wrought George of Merrie England’s coat of mail;
The lines of Quince and Bottom
I and Sammy Arthur taught ’em,
My method has been never known to fail.
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I grieved to see the students grow-
ing thinner,
I arranged for them a more sub-
stantial dinner;
I promised each Professor
If he made assignments lesser
I would see that his court-costume
was a winner.
I directed Mrs. Collins in Public-
ty,
We worked out every detail most
explicitly ;
I posted police pickets,
I raised the price of tickets
And chairmanned all committees
with felicity.
You say it must have been a dread-
ful strain?
O no, I’d do it gladly all again,
For there’s nothing much to plan-
ning
Except soothing Mrs. Manning,
When she has a spell of thinking it
will rain.
yw?
“Shelley was no barnyard.
fowl to be kept in college"
GES
: Move through your hips :
* Paw, Styx ”
The Dramatic Diary of Pepys’ Ghost
(With apologies to S. P., in corpore relicto)
February 14, 1931. To the Nursery,
where I did see a strange, fantastical
piece called THE ROAD TO MARS,
neither great nor serious, and indeed
but a slight thing, writ by one Coxe, a
new aspirant to the ranks of our
dramatists. Yet the music and danc-
ing, for which I do hear one Cornish
is responsible, very fine. I did laugh
mightily at the pleasant simplicities of
Jones, Schwab, Church and Gerhard,
and indeed the first of these promises
much. Righter and Culbertson, who
did sing the chief songs, performed
very well. Nichols and Polachek also
in good singing roles. The dresses
all very strange and new.
May 12, 1931. Again to the Nur-
sery, to see three one-act plays, writ
by Grant, Duany and Coxe. Much
mirth at one Smith, who did play a
clownish part—a _ great absurdity
which they did call a Boy Scout.
Boyd, Carpenter, Gateson, Jarrett,
Butler and Nichols all acted with
great sincerity. An odd mixture of
plays; but went home well pleased.
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April 25, 1931. To the Duke’s, to
see ENCHANTED APRIL, very well
done. Chiefly interested to see Grant,
but newly come up from the Nursery,
well suited to the role, which she did
perform very adequately.
November 21, 1931. To the King’s
Playhouse, where I did see BERK-
ELEY SQUARE monstrously well
done. The scene mightily splendid,
and the dresses the true garbe of the
days of Queen Anne. Afterwards,
went behind the scenes, and spoke with
Gateson, Meneely and Coxe, who had
acted small roles therein.
February 5, 1932. To White Hall,
to see a French piece, entitled
KNOCK, excellently well done, and a
vastly amusing farce. Very good
mirth at Jarrett, who enacted the main
role with great spirit.
October
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HELENA’S which
pleased me infinitely. The dresses
very fine; much pleased with the wigs,
all of wool, a new and strange device.
Stevenson as the Ethiopian slave vast-
HUSBAND,
ly diverting. Grant, as Helena,
seemed a mighty pretty creature.
Hart, who played Paris, a gallant,
hath the motions and carriage of a
spark the most that ever I saw.
November 17, 1932. To the Red
Bull, and there did see SAINT’S
DAY, which they do say was to have
been called THE SAINT’S MIS-
TRESS, but that Her Majesty liked
not that title, and indeed the play is
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as full of bawdy as a single act could
well be, but diverting enough for all
that. Many young players not long
up from the Nursery did play very
well, among them Jones, Schwab,
Hannan, Nelson and Coxe.
December 10, 1932. Yo the Cock-
pit, to se THE ROYAL FAMILY, a
play about the people of the stage—
vastly amusing to such as do have
some acquaintance with the Theatres.
Daniels and Trowbridge excellent in
small parts.
March 17, 1933. Yo the Court,
where we were very merry over LE
BOURGEOIS GENTILHOMME, in
French, an old play, but which tikes
me better every time I see it. Jarrett
gives us fresh reason never to think
enough of her, for none can out-do her
in these Gallic roles. Fouilhoux also
mighty pleasing.
March 20, 1933. In Covent Gar-
den tonight, and stopped at the great
Coffee House there, under the man-
agement of Greeks. There, I per-
ceive, is very witty and pleasant dis-
course, for the playwrights and all the
wits of the town were gathered to
felicitate Nelson and Hannan on the
success of their new plays. Met many
of these writers for our stage, includ-
ing Daniels, Nichols, Schwab, Steven-
son and Coxe, and was delighted to
also among them,
find Jones
who,
they tell me, is like to be great in both
acting and writing of Comedies, as
was Betterton in Tragedy.
April 22, 1933. To Blackfryers (in
spite of my vow, I find I cannot keep
long from the Theatres), to see LADY
WINDERMERE’S FAN, an excellent
play, and acted to my great content.
Fouilhoux, whom I have not seen this
long time, played Lady Jedburgh.
April 23, 1933. To Moorfields, to
see THE DELUGE, a very ancient
piece, and exceeding comical, acted
another who began in the Nursery,
but has since been seen on our better
stages, also acted therein, and excel-
lently well, too.
December 9, 1933. To Salisbury
Court, and there saw THE KNIGHT
OF THE BURNING PESTLE acted
solely by females. The clothes very
fine, ‘of the fashion of King James’
time. Many players that I knew well
in humorous parts; Fouilhoux as Mas-
ter Merrythought; Nelson excellent as
an ogre, terrifying to behold; Steven-
son as a dwarf, at which excellent
mirth. Two newcomers from. the
Nursery—Gribbel in the Host’s part,
in the open air, on platforms. Many
new players, trained up in the Nur-
sery, which for the past four years
has produced a vast number of our
best Thespians. Among these, Par-
sons and Mackenzie especially fine;
also Daniels and Parnell. Nichols,
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and Boyd as a spectator; also Par-
sons once more (as a gallant). Mis-
tress Righter did play the Knight
with great spirit and sincere feeling
for comedy. But, as I said, two hun-
dred and fifty years ago, when in the
flesh, “indeed the play itself should be
wn KE
damned for dullness, for it is the-most
insipid, ridiculous play that ever I
saw in my life, and pleased me not at
all.”
February 12, 1934. This afternoon
Jones did take me behind the scenes
at the King’s Playhouse, to see the
company rehearsing, and the tire-
women making the dresses; and to in-
struct me a little in the making of
scenes, whereof I have ever had a
great curiosity. There I did meet the
directors (among whom, indeed, Jones
also is one of the best): Barber,
Schwab (who is also the Manager of
the company), and Coxe. Among
those chiefly responsible for the mak-
ing of dresses and scenes are Barber,
Coxe, Duany, Goldwasser, Lee and
Robinson. Among their chief assist-
ants are Bishop, Bowie, Butler, Car-
ter, Coleman, Fox, Fraser, Jarrett, F.
F. Jones, Landreth, Laudenberger,
Mackenzie, McCormick, Meneely,
Miles, H. J. Mitchell, Nelson, Nichols,
Pleasanton, B. E. Smith (no relation
to E. E. Smith, hitherto mentioned,
and who is also concerned in these
technical matters of the Theatre), and
De Varon.
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Music from a Mute
(With apologies to Halifax)
Our Mute was discovered by Mr.
Willoughby in the Music Room on a
memorable Friday afternoon in Sep-
tember, 1930. Our Mute, be it under-
stood, is by no means incapable, but
rather over-prolific of the spoken
word. When, however, it is demand-
ed of her that she sing, a certain
buoyancy deserts her vocal system,
and a tongue, famous in the family
for the soprano pitch to which its
screams can rise, when offered musi-
cal accompaniment, dwells with re-
current and hopeless persistence on
the dull tone of Middle C.
ae
Our Mute retired from the en-
counter in no way discomposed, for
her muteness, while a surprise to Mr.
Willoughby, was an old story to her-
self. She found, during the weeks
that followed, a pleasant satisfaction in
the contemplation of her fellow-class-
mates as they memorized the words
of “Sophias,” walking of an evening
to the Greeks, or antiphonally voiced
Hellenic melodies in the nightly tub.
When the great Friday arrived, she
tiptoed in the Cloisters as decorously
as any other black-robed virgin, se-
cure in her ensconcement between two
resonant sopranos. No one of the un-
witting audience guessed that a drone
was in the hive, nor did her unsus-
pecting Sophomore deliver up a lan-
tern less readily to this goose among
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the swans, who had not earned her
hire. ‘
Our Mute has always patronized
the College Choir in its less soulful
efforts. For her all music is bound
up in the classic canon of Gilbert
and Sullivan. As a freshman, she
giggled and sighed her sympathy with
the three little maids from school, when
Polachek played Pitti Sing in the
Mikado; as a junior, she fell indis-
criminately and desperately in love
with the Heavy Dragoons. Now, in
her senior senility, as she sits dozing
in an early morning class, a mist rises
before her eyes, through which she
dimly sees again Righter across the
aisle as the Idyllic Poet, or Culbert-
son as the enchanting dairymaid, Pa-
tience. Her admiration of the music-
leaders, Bertolet, Meneely, and their
crew, has induced her to be constantly
associated with them, in a brave new
world where she may sing vicariously
when so moved. They, however, still
deplore her unblushing lack of taste,
when she declares herself reluctant to
curtail the weekly sea-food lunch for
the charms of Stokowski and his di-
vine musicians on a Friday afternoon.
Indeed, her appearance at Parzival
in the orchestra stalls last Easter puz-
zled the whole college, until, on being
questioned, she admitted she was
motivated by the meanest curiosity, to
observe how her pink party dress
looked on her roommate in the Maid-
ens’ Chorus.
On only one occasion has Our Mute
felt. definitely her mistake in being
born without the gift of song. The
story is a sad one. In the guerilla
warfare between the Sophomores and
Freshmen over the Animal of 1935,
Our Mute throughout the week played
a distinguished part. She did not
balk at sitting up all night to listen
for odd sounds of hostile action; she
rose at six on Saturday to patrol the
Goodhart walk. At six o’clock that
evening, as the show was being cos-
tumed, she strolled behind the build-
ing to take a breath of air. Sounds
floated toward her on the balmy sun-
set breeze. She crept over to a light-
ed window, and, looking in, beheld a
cluster of singing freshmen rehears-
ing loudly with last-minute abandon
the precious animal song. Conceive
her excitement as she drank in words
and tune. Alas! conceive her horror,
when she realized as all was over
that, however she might reproduce
the words, the tune had fallen on
such barren ground as to be forever
lost. In an agony of insufficiency,
she forthwith fled the spot, never
breathing to her classmates how near
the victory had been. Her secret is
her own until her death: then she
knows there will be found the image
of the Phoenix engraven on her heart.
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Alice in Editorial-Land
(With apologies to Lewis Carroll)
COLLEGE NEWS
Editor-in-Chief:
S. Jones (THE QUEEN OF
HEARTS)
Copy Editor:
N. Hart (THE KNAVE OF
HEARTS)
News Editor:
J. E. Hannan (THE DUCHESS’
COOK)
Sports Editor: S. Howe
Editors:
C. F. Grant
E. Mackenzie (THE KING OF
HEARTS)
F. Porcher
G. Rhoads (THE DORMOUSE)
C. Robinson
D. Tate-Smith
F. Van Keuren
Subscription Manager: D. Kalbach
Business Manager: B. Lewis
Assistant Business Managers:
M. Berolzheimer
D. Canaday
Alice was beginning to get very
tired of her Geology notes. ‘What is
the good of a Senior taking Geology ?”’
she asked of the left whisker of Jim-
my Rhodes, that bristled in its gray
paint above her desk, “J don’t care if
I’m walking on—”
“Ouch!” said a Voice from the ink-
bottle, “you’ve jabbed your beastly
pen-point under my left scapula!”’
“T never took Biology,” replied
Alice, pulling her pen out of the ink
with great care; there, squirming on
the end of it, was a small black Devil.
Alice gently pulled her pen-point out
of his shoulder-blade.
“Thank you,” said he, giving him-
self a shake that spattered Alice’s
Geology notes with ink. Then, with
a twist of his six-inch tail, and paus-
ing just long enough to see that the
curl in it was properly graceful, he
jumped off the desk and would have
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THE LANTERN
Editor-in-Chief:
C. Bredt (THE DUCHESS)
Editors:
M. Coxe (THE MARCH HARE)
C. Bill (THE MOCK TURTLE)
G. Franchot (THE WHITE
QUEEN)
G. Rhoads (THE DORMOUSE)
E. Thompson (THE FROG
FOOTMAN)
Contributing Editors:
M. Kidder (THE RED QUEEN)
E. Wyckoff (THE MAD
HATTER)
Business Manager: A. Holloway
Assistant Business Manager:
P. Schwable
Lib
moment, if Alice had not caught him
by the right foot.
“Just a moment, please,” said Alice,
“who are you, and why are you in
such a hurry?”
“Printersdevillanternnewsdontst op-
been out of the in another
me,” he answered all in one breath,
and wriggling free, disappeared down
the steps, tripping over “Silence” as
he went.
“This sounds like something new,”
thought Alice, as she hurried after
him. She caught up with him just as
he was disappearing through a win-
dow of the large barn on Lower
Campus. Alice just managed to
squeeze after him, and landed in a
heap, coughing furiously, for the lit-
tle stall was so full of smoke she
thought all the hay in the barn must
have caught fire.
“Have a cigarette,’ said a Voice.
Alice peered through the haze, and
saw the person who had spoken—no
less than her old friend the March
Hare.
“T don’t see any cigarettes.’ said
Alice, looking sadly at the pile of
smouldering butts in the ash-tray,
from which all the smoke was coming.
“There aren’t any,’ said the March
Hare. ‘Go on, Duchess.”
Alice was about to be angry, but
her rage at the March Hare’s rude-
ness gave way to amazement as the
other figures in the room appeared
through the smoke. At the table, with
a pile of manuscripts in her lap, sat
the Duchess, the Frog Footman at her
feet. The White Queen was perched
on the window-sill, staring pensively
at her finger-nails. The Red Queen was
sitting on the table, looking aggriey-
edly at the Mock Turtle, who was
clicking his knitting-needles too loud-
ly. The Mad Hatter and the March
Hare sat on the sofa, with the Dor-
mouse dozing between them.
“Need we go on with this?” said
the Duchess, glaring at Alice.
30
“Go on with what?” Alice asked.
“The Soul-Portrait of the Amphi-
oxus,” the White Queen explained
wearily. “TZ think it’s very—soulful.”
“You would!” snapped the Mad
Hatter. “J, for one, think it’s guite—”
“Quite what?’ asked the Mock Tur-
tle, as the Hatter paused.
“Stark!” bellowed the Hatter. “One
must think carefully before one speaks
on such debatable issues.”
“Oh,” said the Mock Turtle weakly.
“Of course, of course; just what I
Was going to remark myself,’ mut-
tered the Dormouse, as the March
Hare poked him in the ribs to wake
him up.
“The question is, how is it going to
get in?” said the Red Queen. “Are
we to bar things on the ground of
incomprehensibility ?”
“The question is, zs it to get in at
all?” answered the Frog Footman,
who never deigned to take his eyes
off the ceiling. Alice thought him
rather haughty.
“It’s only incomprehensible because
you don’t know how to read it,” said
the March Hare, looking at the Duch-
ess with contempt.
“Then why don’t you read it your-
self?” As the Duchess spoke, the
paper that had been in her hand flew
through the smoke, and hit the March
Hare in the eye.
“Because you won’t let him,” the
Mad Hatter half rose from the sofa—
“Off with their heads!” bellowed a
familiar voice from somewhere near-
by.
“Oh, dear, oh, dear,” cried the
Dormouse, waking up with a start.
“She’s looking for me again. I must
go,’ and he scuttled out of the door
at the end of the stall.
“News!” shouted the Printer’s
Devil, as he ran after the Dormouse.
“Come along.”
“The Queen of Hearts is no news
to me,” thought Alice, as she followed
the Dormouse into the next box-stall
of the barn. There, sure enough, was
the Queen, standing at the top of a
long table, on which lay a row of
heads—President Park’s and Dean
Manning’s prominent among them—
cut off at her orders from the bodies
of newspaper columns that now
sprawled helpless and headless under
her great hand. The Knave of Hearts
trembled before her. “Off they’ll
come, every one of them,” she shouted,
snapping a large pair of shears under
the Knave’s nose, “and yours will be
the next one, if you can’t bring me
something better than these.”
“Give us your evidence,” the Queen
shrieked, turning on the Duchess’
Cook, who was stirring the paste-pot
at the other end of the table.
“Shan’t!” said the Cook, and lifted
the paste-pot menacingly.
“She was to have covered it,” said
the King, frowning at the Cook till
his black hair bristled behind his ears.
“My notion was that you had been
(Before she had this fit)
An obstacle that came between
Him, and ourselves, and it,”
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muttered a sleepy voice from under
the table.
“Talking in his sleep again,” said
the King severely.
“Collar that Dormouse,”’ the Queen
shrieked out. “Suppress him! Pinch
him! Off with his whiskers!” But
the Dormouse fled, and the Printer’s
Devil only fished a piece of paper
from under the table. “That proves
his guilt,” said the Queen, when she
saw it.
“Might be an important piece of
evidence,” suggested the Knave.
“Never!” said the Queen furiously.
“Off with his head!” But before any-
one could move, the Knave had fol-
lowed the Dormouse. Meanwhile the
Cook had seized the paper. “We'll
put it in—well peppered,” she said
grimly.
“Our customers said there was too
much pepper in the last,’ the King
cut in quickly.
“Tl abdicate if they don’t like it!”
shouted the Queen. “Off with their
heads!” and she brandished the shears
so fiercely that the King trembled and
the Cook stopped stirring the paste-
pot.
“My dear,” the King began gently,
but he was interrupted by the loud
ringing of a bell.
“Ye gods! my Geology notes
cried Alice, as she fled off to the Lib.,
of course arriving just after the doors
had been locked for the night.
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tine Tr
The Troubles of Tuppy
Trouble began for Tuppy the first
week of freshman year, when she ex-
pressed to Doctor Wagoner a desire to
take both Body Mechanics and Hy-
giene immediately. Doc. Wag. could
not conceive that her motive was a
zealous one: it seemed to her to sig-
nify a childish eagerness to gulp down
all the medicine at once instead of
dutifully accepting it according to the
prescribed doses. Petts touched the
matter off by declaring that if Miss
Tuppy learned to contract her ilio-
psoas, thrust her chest forward and
her stomach back, and swing her hips
in counter-clockwise revolutions, in the
next few months, she would have
enough to think about without inves-
tigating the insides of her body until
sophomore year. To this Tuppy meek-
ly answered that she saw the error of
her ways; but from that day forth she
was for the Gym Department a
woman with a past.
Tuppy played hockey as second team
substitute her freshman year. In win-
ter she played swimming, until she
left the class by request after having
pulled Miss Brady overboard in the
execution of her first back-dive. The
day before she was compelled to give
up swimming, Tuppy had had her hair
cut, for it had taken her some time to
realize how inconvenient it was to be
oozing chlorine water on her German
notes all through her twelve o’clock
class. Tuppy joined beginners’ tennis
in the spring, lost her three new balls
in the wilderness behind the back-
board the first day she practiced, and
failed to turn up again for the re-
mainder of the season.
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nN
During sophomore year, Tuppy’s
interest in organized athletics waned.
Occasionally she went down to hockey
when the afternoon was fine, or chap-
eroned a freshman swimming party in
a borrowed “B. M. C.”; but her main
energies she was consciously reserving
for the systematic strain which her
prep school memories forewarned her
would result from early morning
country dancing on the green. The
Monday after Big May Day, Tuppy
found herself with an awkward case
of poison ivy in the Inf., on account
of which she said she would demand
compensation from the college, for
omitting to take thought for the rank
weeds of the field, on which they
forced their “merrie schollers” to sit
down when not performing.
Tuppy spent her junior year trying
to catch up with athletic credits, which
eluded her inexplicably. By some
freak she was elected captain of class
hockey, but was never able to collect
more than two-elevenths of a team, of
which one-eleventh was her best
friend who had never played before.
In winter, she betook herself to pas-
tures new where she might amble
round with a lacrosse stick, thinking
early practices were just the thing to
wake her up for arguing with the
freshmen in her nine o’clock Philos.
class. Had not a sudden cold turn in
the weather and the acute indisposi-
tion of her sixty-cent alarm clock
providentially frustrated her lacrosse
career, Tuppy would undoubtedly
have broken every window-breaking
record in the heavier-ball class.
Tuppy’s troubles reached their
climax in her senior year, when her
joie de vivre threatened to be seri-
ously affected, if she could not find a
sport which her interest would induce
her to pursue with the minimum of
inattention. She was still “required”,
when she signed up on the dotted line
for Sunbaths and Fencing. ‘The for-
mer Tuppy passed triumphantly, and
took heart of grace. In the latter, she
began well by purchasing the full
equipment, which she paraded in the
Library on lesson-evenings, vindicat-
ing to her friends the fashionable Mae
West bust. From her introductory les-
son, the romance of fencing captivated
Tuppy. “It is not a sport,’ said she,
“it is am art: life is short and art is
long, but if I can become good enough
to beat Herolzheimer in the Junior
Meet, that is all that matters. Tuppy
fortunately lost to Herolzheimer, and
continued to attend her lessons until
the last week of the year, when she
broke off an assaut with Monsieur
Fiems precipitantly, on discovering
her French unequal to the simple Eng-
lish sentiment: The tape of my tights
has burst.
On Garden Party afternoon, Miss
Petts remarked to Tuppy that her rec-
ords did not show that she had passed
the Freshman Swimming Test. Tuppy
promised faithfully to take it next day
at nine. On Commencement morning,
she remembered she had not gone
down to take her test, and a frantic
Tuppy fled to Yarrow to rout out Miss
Petts and drag her to the Gym. At
10.45, Ttuppy was endeavoring to stop
floating and sink for the second time.
At 10.55, Tuppy was being dressed by
the united efforts of Petts, Brady and
the woman in the basement. At
eleven, she slipped into the academic
procession as it entered Goodhart,
with a black cap crowning her lank,
streaming hair and the white dress
under her gown clinging damply to
her body. At precisely twelve o’clock,
Tuppy was being called to the plat-
form to receive the European Fellow-
ship. Her steps made a_ strange
squelching sound in the hushed audi-
torium. A gasping class observed her
pink legs rising out of rubber shoes, as
the black, decorous upper part of
Tuppy shook hands gravely with Miss
Park.
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1930-31
HOCKEY
Bishop, Bowie, Boyd, Carpenter, Carter, Daniels, Gerhard, Jarrett, S.
Jones, Miles, Nichols, Rothermel, E. Smith.
On Varsity: Bishop, Carter, Gerhard, Jarrett, S. Jones, Rothermel, E. Smith.
BASKETBALL
Bishop, Boyd, Butler, Daniels, Jarrett, McCormick, Nichols, Rothermel,
E. Smith.
On Varsity: Boyd.
SWIMMING
Cornish, Daniels, Jarrett, Landreth, M. Mitchell, Polachek, Totten.
On Varsity: Daniels, Jarrett, Landreth, M. Mitchell, Totten.
TENNIS
Allen, Carter, Daniels, Haskell, Hurd, Jarrett.
On Varsity: Allen, Haskell.
FENCING
On Varsity: Gateson.
Junior Champion: Gateson; Junior Runner-up: Coxe.
ARCHERY
On Varsity: Bishop.
1931-32
HOCKEY
Bishop, Bowie, Boyd, Carter, Daniels, Gerhard, Hannan, Jarrett, S. Jones,
Miles, Nichols, Rothermel (Capt.), E. Smith, Stevenson.
On Varsity: Bishop, Gerhard, Rothermel, E. Smith, Stevenson.
BASKETBALL
Bishop, Boyd, Daniels, McCormick, Rothermel, E. Smith.
On Varsity: Boyd, McCormick.
SWIMMING
Butler, Daniels, Jarrett, Meneely, M. Mitchell, E. Smith.
On Varsity: Daniels, Jarrett, Meneely, M. Mitchell, E. Smith.
Swimming Cup: M. Mitchell.
Diving Cup: Daniels.
TENNIS
Ox Varsity: Haskell.
FENCING
On Varsity: Gateson, Coxe.
1932-33
HOCKEY
Bowie, Carpenter, Coxe, Gribbel, Hurd, Mackenzie (Capt.), McCormick,
Miles, Nichols, Rorke, E. Smith, Yoakam.
On Varsity: Bishop, Carter, Daniels, Rothermel (Mgr.), Stevenson.
BASKETBALL
Carter, Daniels, Gribbel, Hurd, F. Jones, Pleasanton, Rothermel, E. Smith,
Yoakam.
On Varsity: Bishop, McCormick, Nichols.
SWIMMING
On Varsity: Butler, Daniels (Mgr.), Goldwasser.
Diving Cup: Daniels.
TENNIS
Carter, Gribbel, Hurd, Suppes.
On Varsity: Carter.
FENCING
On Varsity: Gateson (Capt.), Coxe.
Senior Champion: Gateson.
1933-34
HOCKEY
Bowie, Boyd, Duany, Fouilhoux, Hannan, Haskell, F. Jones, Mackenzie,
Miles, M. Mitchell, Nichols.
Varsity: Bishop, Carter, Daniels, Gribbel, Rothermel (Capt.), E. Smith,
Stevenson.
BASKETBALL
Carter, Duany, Gribbel, Hurd, F. Jones, Miles.
Varsity: Bishop, Boyd, Jarrett, S. Jones, McCormick, Rothermel.
SWIMMING
Bishop, H. Brown, Butler (Capt.), Daniels, Landreth, Meneely, M. Mitchell.
Varsity: Butler, Daniels (Capt.), M. Mitchell.
FENCING
Varsity: Gateson (Capt.), Coxe.
Tristram Shandy Among the Houyhnhnms
(With apologies to Sterne and Swift)
A man and his HOBBY-HORSE,
though I cannot say that they act and
react exactly, after the same manner
in which the soul and body do upon
each other: Yet doubtless there is a
communication between them of some
kind; and my opinion rather is, that
there is something in it more of the
manner of electrified bodies—and that
—by means of the heated parts of the
rider, which come immediately into
contact with the back of the HOBBY-
HORSE—by long journeys and much
friction, it so happens, that the body
of the rider is at length filled as full
of HOBBY-HORSICAL matter as it
can hold—so that if you are able to
give but a clear description of the
nature of the one, you may form a
pretty exact notion of the genius and
character of the other.
One evening I sat writing in my
study—you, kind reader, who have
looked with favor—or lack of it—on
my Life and Opinions, know that I am
on occasion given to do so. But, in-
deed, for some time—perhaps half an
hour, perhaps less, perhaps more—
who knows?—I had written not a line
—for I was listening to my Uncle
Toby. You who know my Uncle Toby
will already have guessed—and right-
ly, too—that he was whistling Lilla-
bullero upstairs.
My door opened softly—since my
birth, Walter Shandy had once re-
membered to have the hinges adjust-
ed—and in came a parson. No,
Eugenius, it was not Yorick—alas,
36
poor Yorick!—but the shade of Doc-
tor S. I rose at once, and bade him be
seated, but he shook his head—perhaps
I should say, the ghost of his head—
and said—before I could ask him
whence he came, had I ever had any
such intention:
“T have come to take you with me
to the Land of the Houyhnhnms.”
“Indeed,” I began, but he went on:
“T must freely confess that the many
virtues of these excellent quadrupeds
placed in opposite view to human cor-
ruptions, had so far opened my eyes
and enlarged my understanding, that
I began to view the actions and pas-
sions of man in a very different light,
and to think the honor of my own
kind not worth managing. But all
that is changed since the spirit of your
Life and Opinions came among that
excellent people, for now they have re-
jected serious pursuits to become mere
HOBBY-HORSES. You have snatched
away the peace of my shade, and un-
less you restore it I shall give you no
rest in this world or the next. Come!”
He waved his hand. The walls of
Shandy-Hall—where, with the help of
the midwife and the interference of
Dr. Slop, I had come into this world,
and whence I had hoped to go to join
poor Yorick—dear departed friend,
when shall I see thee more ?—the mad
Shandean walls faded before my eyes.
The next instant I found myself, with
Doctor S. at my side, in a large
meadow, with a great grey stone barn
beside it. ‘Look,’ said my companion,
stretching a bony finger toward the
right, where I saw tennis courts, a
golf links, and a lake, with sailboats
and a rowboat—from the latter fishing
lines stretched in all directions, held
by two large percherons.. Two more’
1Fortunately, owing to the recent discovery
of certain autobiographical confessions,
in manuscript (known to the learned
world as B. M. C. Year Book Ques-
tionnaire (..34), the Editor is now
enabled to give the initials of those
Yahoos into whose possession these un-
fortunate Houyhnhnms had fallen, on
becoming HOBBY-HORSES. The
owners of the percherons were C. B.
and S. F. HOBBIES belonging to
K. LL. G. and M. M. €. would in all
probability have been found in the sail-
boats, had Tristram been near enough
to observe them in more detail.
2H. B. and M. W. C.
were lying blissfully on their side in
the sun-warmed shallows. A couple
of roan fillies were playing tennis,”
with rackets strapped to their right
fore-hocks.
“There is worse to come,” said the
shade of Doctor S. As I followed him
toward the barn, a golf-ball flew past
my right ear, followed by a neigh of
“Fore—nnrff!” and a young bay mare
cantered past with a mashee in her
teeth.
Just outside the barn, we found nine
Houyhnhnms’ standing by the fence of
a miniature paddock, gazing with
rapt attention at a collection of toy
animals, guarded by a regiment of
tin soldiers—how my Uncle ‘Toby
would have relished those diminutive
militarists—inside the enclosure.
“See,” said my companion, “this no-
ble race, that once scorned all others,
now looks with admiration on the in-
significant images of the beasts of the
earth—even on the most despicable
form of man, the lowest of the
Yahoos!”
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As we entered the great barn, we
heard a confusion of musical sounds,
that made me long to be listening
peacefully to Lillibullero. Looking
into a stall at my left, I saw two
young Houyhnhnms playing a duet
on a piano;° two more listened ecstat-
ically to a victrola;’ in the center of
the room a white® and a chestnut?
mare were dancing with two bay stal-
lions; in a corner, a jet stallion with
°M. L. H. and L. McC.
4M. D. C.
’'B. B., M. D. C. (who seems to have had
several HOBBIES); M. E. C., E. M.
M., J. E. P.) E. E.S., V. E. T. (appro-
priate initials for an owner of HOBBY-
HORSES), and the poor Houyhnhnm
who went mad over tin soldiers must
have been the mount of D. H. N.
6J. W. C. and M. G. D.
“A, D. and G. A. P.
8M. B. N.
8S. D.
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“Cab Calloway” embroidered on his
halter was neighing at the top of his
lungs;° his teeth looked unpleasantly
large.
My companion pulled my sleeve—I
felt from my heart for the mournful
expression in his eyes—and I followed
him to the largest stall, at the end of
the building. Doctor S. bowed his
head sadly as he opened the gate:
within sat several small groups of
young Houyhnhnms. Four were ar-
guing over a bridge table in one cor-
ner;” five were reclining on a divan-
like structure, knitting horse-blankets
of fantastic hues’—heaven forgive me
for ever having called the Shandys
mad—three more were neighing over
an art collection on the walls; two
or three were reading in spite of the
din’—magazines and detective stor-
ies, O Eugenius!—one was poring
over a collection of insects and bee-
tles’—which my father, Walter Shan-
dy, could never abide—another was
painting marionettes, into which a
companion filly was putting a mechan-
10M. C.
Elbe AG Vien Kou Mer VienRevarnde COWS
“H. E. B., M. D. C. (truly, this HOBBY-
rider keeps a whole stable), L. V. B.
Ce Ke Eland je Aww
Soe De PALA ED eVes nies nike
ACS Con 18a do 12ep) Milos IDS GE
1D Mer Lee
rea Comey
ism to make them say “Mamma!”?”—
into a figure of Caesar Borgia, as well
as into one of Al Jolson. In another
corner a handsome mare was drinking
whole bottles of different kinds of
wine,” while two others were hanging
up the bottles by their necks to hooks
in the wall.”
“Come upstairs,” whispered Doctor
S. As I dazedly followed him up the
ladder to the hay-loft, we were almost
knocked headlong by a frisky young
Houyhnhnm galloping down _ back-
wards.”
“One of our worst,” sighed the Doc-
tor, “but the saddest case of all is now
in Bedlam—a lovely young filly who
went out of her mind over big game
hunting.”
“Hunting? Lions and tigers?”
“Stallions—and mice!” he whis-
pered.
“Boo-o0-o0--nrmph!” came an eerie
neigh from a feed-room on our left.
Looking in, we saw a black-maned,
bay mare in a night-gown,” making
strange motions, while a lanky, white
filly took down learned notes.”
“Haunting . . . and Spiritualism,”
Doctor S. explained, and we passed
on to the main hay-loft. Here we
found two Houyhnhnms sitting en-
tranced before a white screen,” on
which a large-eared black mouse in
big-buttoned short trousers cut absurd
capers. A third Houyhnhnm was
neighing at the top of her high-
pitched voice that the picture was ter-
rible,” but no one paid any attention
to her. Two more, in a corner, were
arguing about the light, and about
the possibilities of using other colors
besides black and white in such dem-
onstrations of the rodential biped.
We departed hastily, and descend-
ed the ladder. But we had some dif-
ficulty in escaping to the outer air, for
the doorway was blocked by a neigh-
Ho de lal,
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lal, (Gp
4D. L. K. and M. G. M. (again the initials
are appropriate to the owner of such a
HOBBY. We begin to suspect the cor-
rectness of our author’s opening asser-
tion).
2J. B. B., who describes her mount as “‘De-
structive Criticism’’—a hard-mouthed
beast indeed.
2M. M. C. and C. M. D.
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ing crowd of infuriated Houyhnhnms
attempting to exterminate a weak-
looking, loose-mouthed mare.
“Justice at last,” said the Doctor
grimly, as we evaded them. “That,”
he added, seeing the question in my
look, “is one who came most danger-
ously under your influence, having
just published A Sentimental Disserta-
tion On The Amorous Relations Of
The Houynhnms, And Remedies For
Difficulties Encountered.’
This was too much! I begged Doc-
tor S. to let me return to my Uncle
Toby and the Widow Wadman, Wal-
ter Shandy, and Obediah, and Cor-
poral Trim. The requisite permission
was granted, on my promising to re-
tract all my Opinions on HOBBY-
HORSES, and to write on that fertile
subject no more. This little pamphlet
is indeed but an _ Introduction—a
Preface—nay, a Dedication to the in-
estimable Doctor S.—of my five-vol-
ume work to come, on the evils of
riding HOBBIES. Peace to thy shade,
Doctor S.—and to the Houyhnhnms,
when they shall have perused and ab-
sorbed my coming endeavors—as I
wish to rest quietly in Shandy-Hall,
with my Uncle Toby smoking his pipe
by my study-fire.
SHANDY-HALL, 17—.
27 CLG:
KAA
(H.T™)
Wisest of the Jungle- Kind,
Decing most when seeming blinds
Tekes bad Bandars by Suv prise ,
Freezes them with awful tyes,
At Kaa’s call they must obey,
And have no power to vun away.
Bandars, learn a little sense.
Life —ov Death—can Kaa dis pense.
THE CHOIR-SONG
OF THE BANDAR- LOG
“Dont you cn
our prance ful bands ?—
Holding our notes
with our extra hands,
While the Wind-in-the- Willow
pitches it high,
And the “noble noise we make”
fills the sky
With the fame
of the foolish Bandar- Kind,
But we like ouy YAUSIC,
so —— Never mind!
KoTICK
((.¢.R)
From the mists of the Northern Island
Kotick , our White Seal, comes
Three thousaad miles of ocean
divide the shoves where her name
Is Known fav the deep-sea wisdom
ef the age- old island home
That sent “ts sons to the ends of the world
through frost or stav-slecked foam .
She tells of the Sea-Born Fople s,
&the lands that Kaew thei fame,
Aud the weaker , cart h- bon nations
trot bowed to them when they came
Out of the cold Novth- Eastward |
' with the sleet, the wind and min.
We heay the White JealS stovies,
and Knew their glory again,
SHERE KHAN
(5.5.8)
Begore Shere Khan, when we began
Our Jungle ‘lige , we bowed ,
His veputation through cur nation
Held the young cubs cowed.
A mighty lord whene'er he roared
The Jungle -voof-tvees shook,
And some have leavned they ill diseevned
Whe Shere Khans wrath mistook.
But these who sought & déavly bought
This: price less wisdom Know
The hot Ked Flower will make hm cower—
His whiskers burn like tow.
And since that shock at the Guneil Rock
When: a. welf - cub sing ed them well,
They have liked him move than they feared Bere,
Who ‘Shere Khan's secret tell.
BALOO & BAGHEERA
(md. etd.)
“This is the Law of the Jungle,
as old and as true as the sky—
You must speak allt the Tongues of the Roples,
if danger you hope to defy.
Now hark to Baloo and Bagheera,
whose wisdom ts deep, fer they Know
The Master Words of the Jungle,
and will save you from peril & woe.
When you tive of the Wolf- Fack, & wander
in search of new hunting - qrounds far,
The Words will qsve you Good Hunting,
in the lands where the Strange Reple ave.
Because of the Words youll {ind we lcone,
and shelter fram sun- heat & vain—
Then vemember the Bear & Black ‘Yanthey,
who battered them into your brain.
"Sell das Werk den Meister loben,
Doch der Degen Koramt von oben.
RIKKt- TIKKI-TAWI
(c.¢ F)
Fight and curiosity
C Run and find out!" is his eveed)
Are whevever Rik may be ;
It's best to go where he may lead;
“RIK-tikkKe -CiKKi, the ivovy- fanged—
a migh Ca hunter indeed.
“Who will deliver us, who
From Kepublicans Grown on qragt fat 4
“RikKe ,the Vallone the true,”
Unconvertable Democrat.
Tervoy that hides in bad government
flees from him — -vuns,
as the mouse from the eat.
The wisdom of Hathi we long have Known
Once , twice and again '
And the Jung le's ways thvough so many days
He has watched that little is left te amaae,
Though much to amuse(t his humors his om)
Once, twice and again \
with friendship & honov & much wespect,
Once, twice and again l
To listen we came, while he spoke ofthe {ame
Of the peoples that led ere ous dangle’ name
Was heard- and we bowed to his ‘wetellect,
Ona, twice and again!
AKELA
(M.£.?)
“Because of his age & his cunning,
because of his grip - & his paw,
Inall that the Low leaveth open
the wovd of the Head Wol fis law,
And when there is stvife in the Council,
his wisdom will act asa spell-—
"Ye all Know the Law,” Says Akela.
“Look well, O Walves , look well !”
So the Wolf- Pack will cower befove him,
Ws the might of his power is plain.
For the strength of the Pack, he asserts ¢,
& the Pack prospers much in his reign.
N.B. “Three of the Grey Brothers
disclosed below the stage,
To wit: 6.W.B.H.0.6., F908,
“Oh, My Prophetic Soul”
In line with the new social welfare program of the triumphant Democratic
candidate for Dictator of the United States, Charles Ghequiere Fenwick, a
check-up of the penal institutions conducted by a member of the brain trust,
Miss Susan Kingsbury, revealed that in the year 1944 there were more women
incarcerated as public enemies than men. I] Duce Fenwick himself visited
Merion Penitentiary, which is devoted to the accommodation of feminine
menaces, and personally interviewed the inmates as to just why they had come
to such a bad end and what they had done to achieve their downhill develop-
ment. The following table has been prepared to facilitate the theses of
students in the Psychology Department of the leading women’s college in the
country, Bryn Mawr: the purpose of the table being to catalogue the offenses
committed.
Boyd, Mary. ‘Translating obscene
books and offering them for sale to
minors.
Bredt, Catherine. Insubordination.
Brown, Christine. Association with
undesirable characters (Barbara
Smith) and loitering in _ public
places.
Brown, Halla. Vivisection of medical
students.
Butler, Beatrice. Dissipation of pub-
lic authority.
Carpenter, Mary. Loitering on the
Princeton campus.
Carter, Frances. Impersonation of
Janet Gaynor.
Charlton, Mary. Stealing animals
from the Bronx Zoo and confining
them on a mantelpiece.
Anderegg, Jean. Impersonation of
Mata Hari.
Baldwin, Helen. Heading a conspir-
acy to revive the League of Nations.
Barber, Janet. Indecent manoeuvers
before the public gaze.
Barnitz, Mary. Religious excesses.
Bertolet, Ruth. Absconding with pub-
lic funds.
Bishop, Barbara. Cruelty to children
—specifically, forcing them to play
hockey, basketball and lacrosse at
the age of three weeks.
Bowen, Lula. Violation with respect
to self of the child labor statutes.
Bowie, Helen. Soliciting autographs
by unethical means.
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Church, Gabriel. Inciting riot and
civil commotion by unaesthetic color
combinations.
Coleman, Constance.
ternity privilege.
Abuse of fra-
Cooke, Mary. Nocturnal social inter-
course through a window.
Corliss, Helen. Overpopulating the
country with malice aforethought.
Cornish, Mimi. Disorderly conduct
in Carnegie Hall—Cab Calloway
conducting.
Coughlin, Lenchen. Habitual vagran-
cy in foreign ports.
Coxe, Maria. Blasphemy from front
row balcony during the production
of her first play.
Culbertson, Junia. Deliberate over-
crowding of embassies during social
events—causing extensive loss of
life and limbs in the higher circles
of society.
Daniels, Susan. Encouraging moral
laxity, extensive families, and advo-
cating communal education for the
children thus produced.
Dannenbaum, Margaret. Complicity
in the demise of Sergei Rachmani-
noff (the said demise being brought
about by forcing the victim to play
piano duets with the defendant).
Davis, Emily. Attempting to make
Democrats of the Republicans, and
encouraging street fighting to make
the world safe for democracy.
Detwiler, Alva. Grand larceny in re-
spect to Ph.D. degree from Bryn
Mawr.
Duany, Carmen. Brushing teeth in
public places, driving nails in park
benches, taking illegal pictures, and
failure to provide for children.
Fain, Elizabeth. Endangering infant
and senile mentalities by masque-
rading as a sprite.
Fouilhoux, Anita. Instigation of po-
litical brawling.
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Fox, Katherine.
nomic hoax.
Fraser, Sarah. Defacing public mon-
uments, illegal removal of public
property, and abuse of wool-bearing
animals.
Gardner, Julia.
ment of identity.
Gateson, Marianne. Vagrancy on the
Haverford College premises.
Gill, Helen. Calling up
images of the dead.
Goldwasser, Betti. Plagiarism of the
works of Paul Weiss.
Grant, Clara Frances. Betrayal of
military secrets unfairly unearthed.
Gribbel, Katherine. Monopolizing the
lakes of Central Park for the pur-
pose of sailing boats after the al-
lowed age limit has been passed.
Halstead, Susan. Refusal to abide by
the issuance of a writ of “quare
clausum fregit.”
Perpetrating an eco-
Deliberate conceal-
unloved
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Hannan, Elizabeth. Promiscuous re-
lations with the guards of historical
documents in the British museum.
Hart, Nancy. Refusal to admit the
existence of a power greater than
personal opinion.
Haskell, Margaret. Use of unethical
methods to attain fulfillment of am-
bition (hunting the male of the
species with firearms).
Hirons, Cornelia. Intellectual ob-
struction of traffic in scientific cir-
cles.
Hope, Marian. Assault and battery,
and imposing upon those not her
physical equals.
Hurd, Laura. Encouraging the down-
fall of the institution of the home
by forming a Home and Happiness
Club.
Promoting the inebri-
ation of the great minds of the
American Universities (name of
victims suppressed at the request of
the Society for the Prevention of
Cruelty to Children).
Jones, Frances. Desecration of sacred
remains.
Kalbach, Dorothy. Handling porno-
graphic advertising for a nudist
magazine.
Knapp, Anne.
Jarrett, Olivia.
Watering stocks.
Landreth, Louise. Blowing up build-
ings in order to escape boredom, and
mutilation of manuscripts.
Laudenberger, Mary. Impersonation
of the Virgin.
Lee, Marjorie. Driving the populace
to excesses by wholesale reform of
popular abuses.
Levin, Eva Leah. Boring the public
with libelous imitations.
Little, Myra. Violating the patents of
Paris modistes, and using the mails
for the transportation of injurious
correspondence.
Mackenzie, Elizabeth. Monopolization
of learning.
Marsh, Margaret. Forcing philan-
thropy on a jaded world.
McCormick, Louise. Earning money
in any way, shape or form, without
due respect for shape.
McIver, Cora. Refusal to fill out any
blanks, questionnaires or estimates
submitted for the good of the realm.
Meehan, Grace. Overconsumption of
champagne for the barbaric purpose
of saving the bottles.
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Meneely, Louise. Peddling without a
license.
Miles, Sarah. Perpetual possession
and avid perusal of pornographic
literature.
Mitchell, Harriet. Revolutionary at-
tempts to establish a dictatorship.
Mitchell, Marion. Usurping the
throne of England and then outrag-
ing the sensibilities of the people by
making Mickey Mouse Prince Con-
sort.
Nelson, Haviland. Obtaining under
false pretenses floral tributes from
the heads of intellectual institutions.
Nichols, Mary. Monopolization of
public idols.
Parnell, Gertrude. Obtaining entrance
to establishments for the infirm and
aged for no good and _ suflicient
reason.
Parsons, Esther. Wantonly taking
the lives of defenseless infants.
Exhibitionism.
Patterson, Evelyn.
Pleasonton, Frances. Acting as a car-
rier for canine diseases.
Polachek, Jane. Disturbing the peace
and outraging the sensibilities of
the nation by abuse of an, artistic
medium.
Righter, Margaret. Pernicious seduc-
tion of the officers of the law.
Robinson, Constance. Extradited from
France, for attempting to steal the
Citroen sign on top of the Eiffel
‘Tower.
Rothermel, Josephine. “Pursuit of
happiness.”
Russell, Lillian. False assumption of
title.
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Schwab, Caroline. Stealing the thun-
der of Madame de Pompadour.
Smith, Esther. Conduct unbecoming
a lady.
Smith, Barbara. Association with un-
desirable characters (Christine
Brown) and loitering in _ public
places.
Snyder, Emmaleine. Detracting from
the dignity of antiquity, and cor-
rupting the minds of the young.
Snyder, Mary Ruth. Usurping the
succession to Samuel Insull.
Stevenson, Nancy. Playing in the
street, as refusal to accept the in-
evitability of reaching majority.
Suppes, Sara Ann. Instigating inter-
national uprising for the purpose of
exterminating language examina-
tions.
Trowbridge, Elvira. Polygamy with
all the leading archaeologists in
America and Greece.
Turner, Louise. Pursuit of bearded
gentlemen.
De Varon, Anita. Disturbing mental
balance of the nation by sustained
aesthetic frenzies.
Walter, Elizabeth. Knitting things
that have no established character
and which never attain a stage of
completion.
The above is a complete list of all
those who have been admitted to
Merion Penitentiary within the past
year with the exception of one Sallie
Jones, who was admitted on a charge
of libel, but who was so badly beaten
about the head and ears that she lived
but a short time and passed on to a
better world, leaving a circle of wild-
ly cheering friends.
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Bryn Mawr College Yearbook. Class of 1934
The Bryn Mawr Almanac for the Year of Our Lord 1934
Bryn Mawr College (author)
1934
serial
Annual
106 pages
reformatted digital
North and Central America--United States--Pennsylvania--Montgomery--Bryn Mawr
9PY 1934
Bryn Mawr Almanac for the year of Our Lord 1934: Bryn
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