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College news, November 7, 1934
Bryn Mawr College student newspaper. Merged with Haverford News, News (Bryn Mawr College); Published weekly (except holidays) during academic year.
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1934-11-07
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Vol. 21, No. 04
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THE COLLEGE NEWS
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‘THE COLLEGE NEWS
(Pounded in 1914)
Published — Fone a College Year (excepting during. Thanksgiving, |
~ Christmas and Easter Holidays, and during examination w in the interest of
Bryn Mawr College at the Maguire Building, Wayne, Pa., and Bryn Mawr College.
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1921 CLPA,
The College News is fully protected by copyright. Nothing that appears in
e. may bha hh rinted either wholly or in part witheut written permission of the,
or-in-Chief.
Copy Editor
GERALDINE RHOADS, ’35 DIANA TATE-SMITH, ’35
‘ Editors
ELIZABETH LYLE, ’37
ANNE MArRBURY, ’37
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so apt a symbol for its sacred beast as the Bryn Mawr owl.
Ay, There’s the Rub
There is scarcely a higher institution of learning that has picked
Every
time we see our owl, our hearts thrill with pride at the thought that
our alma mater has outdone herself in fostering and elaborating upon
, the American college traditions of night life.
Student night. life has
~ always been a matter of so much song and story that we rise to this
occasion to tell the glories of our highly-developed nocturnal festivity.
and the merry woman (Solitaire Shark).
le bas bleu (Girl of the Stacks)
Both are obviously nocturnal
We are divided into two groups:
creatures with great shining eyes, and.a tendency to lethargy in the
day time.
It is both cruel and unavailing to attempt to awaken them
* jn full daylight, so that a study of a Bryn Mawr girl is extremely
difficult to make.
Only by lying low and quiet until the girls come
out at night, can even we, the servants of public.opinion, observe them
in their truly natural habitat.
After a long wait in the first dark
stretches of night, however, a slight rustle of papers and the unearthly
sound of shuffling cards greets the watcher.
The awakening of the college is an eerie business in itself, but
more phenomenal still is thé established fact that it occurs in regular
daily cycles, and always begins between 10:00 P. M. and 10:30. Never,
however, has any observer been able to determine at what hour approxi-
mately the girls’ activity ceases.
No investigator has ever outlasted
the bustl@ and stir; but several have hazarded the guess that the stu-
dents’ activity continues throughout the night, until dawn comes, and
blinds them, leaving them to sleep until the next 10:00 P. M.
* seribable rustling starts.
* Almost on the stroke of ten, as we have said before, this inde-
Seores of students creep out. of the stacks
and from behind the concealing screens of smoke in the eee sitting
rooms.
than the average student:
The denizens of the stacks have been found to be les& gregarious
they bear their sheafs of ‘papers and piles
of books to individual rooms and there raise solitary glee to the tune
of their touch typewriting. This genus, the Girl from the Stacks, may
« be easily identfied by the amateur from the peculiar nocturnal call of
the type: it is a series of sixty or more short rapping sounds, the ring
of a bell, and a dull thud.
The more lively denizen, the merry woman, is gregarious and is
comparable to the sheep in her imitative tendencies. She is usually
very active at night, and frequently plays such instructive and health-
ful games as leap frog or “Give a cheer for our college” as the night
waxes and wanes. In her case there is no one typical call by which to
recognize the species: suffice it to say, however, that it varies from a
short, but high and piercing giggle to the choric rendition of Pallas
Athene, entire, and although it is repeated throughout the night, it is
not, like the call of the stack species, continuous.
Both species have. been found to’ be very intelligent and really
cunning. The only worry of investigators concerning them is the
fear that the species may over exert itself and consequently become
extinet. There is an organization—the Infirmary—which has. taken
up the problem and keeps several students in captivity all of the time
io try to preserve the race, but the institutional atmosphere seems to
disagree with the captives. They either range about all day and all
night seeking escape or become low and futile of mind and sleep day
and night.
Right now, conservationist authorities are trying to remedy the
situation by instigating a reform movement among the students them-
selves to lessen the risk of extinction. We sincerely hope that the pro-
ject turns out to be successful, so that the night life tradition will be
perpetuated.
Come Out of Your Parlor
~-For years we have beer iiscarding ‘antimacassats’ 2nd dust-collect=}
ing what-nots and have been priding ourselves on metal furniture. But
strangely enough, we still cling to the most old- fashioned methods of
‘absorbing education.
In the far-off, benighted days of Queen Victoria, it was te cus-
‘40m among respectable and God-fearing people to set off one room in
their houses as ‘a sanctum sanctorum. No one but the timid parlor-
‘maid entered this room in the daily course of events.
and education from our r minds. Even in colleges, where this barbarie
ie
away with such fetishes. But not quite.
we go about a more difficult task and hermetically seal a part ofsour
minds i in a chureh-pew atmosphere never disturbed, except on the most
The sane twentieth century, everyone firmly believes, has done
With our scientific methods,
oeceasions. In this heathen fashion we cruelly banish culture
a
|WaTrs: END
THE VERSATILITY oF THE:
ART SEM
Italian we learn in the Art Sem,
The German is taught well there,
too os uae
And Fren PW uputdance, they have
it,
But English is scarce, it is true.
Ancient Egypt and Primitive
Spaniards,
And Greece, whose praise we have
sung,
And even the good Masolino
Need Ph.D.’s in foreign tongue.
This histories of Renaissance Paint-
ing,
Of Medieval and Modern Art
Are not only courses aesthetic,
But are also linguistic at heart,
And Spanish comes in with El] Greco;
That makes a round four you must
learn
For Kunstwissenschaft to obtain,
dears,
With polyglot tongue, else you burn.
' Die Studentin auf Malerie.
Dearest Violet,
There are things in this life which
like me not, as Robert Frost says of
the wall. You know Robert Frost of
Boston, don’t you? Maybe he was a
little too far north for-you. I hope
I meet him before he dies. But I
may die first, Violet. That is the way
with the world. It is very sad to
think one works so hard to die. But
look, I’m being ungrateful on a Sun-
day. How wretched, indeed, though
there is-a greyness out like March,
only without any hope in it. Taylor
looks like a temple of. darkness where
fate lowers from the windows, and
even the leaves and the grass droop
with a flat despondency and the trees
look like distraught old women with
wisps of hair sticking out. Yes, I ad-
mit it’s rather sorrowful. In fact all
my spirit, my usual verve, Violet,—
all that has crept out. of me and left
me contemplating indescribably stupid
notes. One page has only these
words: ‘Foamy-necked,”’ “. thanes,”
and under that, “Grendel’s Dam, the
Brine-Wolf.” And all this comes right
after Caedmon. Why are Grendel’s
Dam, Caedmon, thanes and foamy-
necked ‘together. It’s quite inconceiv-
able. Caedmon had visions and the
other things are Beowulfian. It’s all
very unhinging to the mind. Maybe
the translators got mixed. Of course,
I might have mixed them, but I take
very fine notes as a rule. I think,
though, I had swallowed my gum in-
advertantly, when I was on that page.
It’s rather frightening. You think of
your esophagus slowly being drawn
together and sticking like sealing wax
till you become gaunt and spindly and
fade to a‘ pale transparency. How
morbid! I felt quite faint, you know,
sort of as if things were reeling in-
side.
Well, dearest Vi, the weather’s
clearing and I’ve found that “foamy-
thane is a child of Abraham, so I
necked” refers to Noah’s Ark and a!
shall cease my sadness. -You don’t
mind, Violet, when; unburden all my
black passions, do you? Of course not.
j Dees Vi!
Introspectively, Your Friend, ;
; MIRANDA.
THE LAY OF THE LAST
MINSTREL
I am a modern -Trouvére,
I roam and I do not know where;
I sing where I will *e
When my spirits do spill,
|And now they have’ risen so high,
. that the hill
Is but mole-mound, and I am a giant
Who roars all defiant
At winds that would shrivel
The souls of the poor that do snivel
Because, they have so much to do.
I tell you
I feel free! I can hurl
My lessons; the books can curl
With age on their shelves
Till the elves
Come and use them for fire-wood.
Much good
They will do me, a child
Who finds the world small—not wild
Enough for one who will seek
The song of the ocean, .and a peek
Over the rim of the sun;
For I’m done with dust
Of dead men for the moment... I must
Sweep my mind
With new air, and find.
A small, young rill
Happy as I, before winter’s chill
Binds us straight and fast ©
To a long work, at last.
The Glad Young Thing.
Someone ought to write a collective '
biography of all the dogs that dot the
campus. Thre are the Mannnigs’
traditional Jill, and her honorable off-
spring, Han,
There is Tosh, the wilful and shaggy
Scotsman, who leads Merion a mad
meander at the end of his lasso.
There’s Molly, the noble guardian of
Dalton, who in Autumn takes on the
tawny shade of the leaves among
which she sits, and learns biology with
the rest of us. ~She uses the greatest
discrimination in choosing the points
to which she will listen, and _ then
leaves to ruminate upon them among
her blessed leaves. You never know:
Molly is around until she playfully
charges you when you are sprinting |
for a class. There is the red setter—
habitat-Lib—who comes gliding win-
somely around and about the stacks,
when you are least expecting canine |
attentions, and you wonder whether
your zoological treatise on lions has
suddenly come to life. There is Miss
Ely’s abundant clan of Highlanders,
of which we are very fond, especially |
the one with the incorrigibly wavy |
tail and ears. There is the pair of)
Sealyhams, vagrant gypsies that they |
are, so seldom clean, but so very inde-
pendent.
Styx, dog of Midnight, and Nicholas,
bounding, enormous and _ irresistible,
who has listed to all our literary woes.
These, we hope, will be back again to
grace the lawns and conferences, and '
with them, their respective owners.
This was just a helpfully statistical
suggestion for those who have not yet
written their long Herben paper.
Cheerio,
THE MAD HATTER.
*
practice should have been completely suppressed, learning is locked in
‘the parlor between classes and sessions at the library.
of. valuable mental power, and it
culture,
Quite without thinking about
presenting Riders to the Sea, and
effort toward opening the parlor of education.
This is a waste
is a violation of the purpose of
it probably, the.Players’ Club, tn}~ —
The Twelve-Pound Look, made an
They took two plays
labeled classics, and instead of using them for-an exhibition of the
principles of diction, they acted them with all the life and sympathy |2ation’ is not what Americans have
they could give.
They worked not for the sake of a perfect produe-
tion, but for the sake of something more vital to both players and
audience,
If all learning could be approached as were these two plays, with-|. .
out ceremony, without fear, and could be made a part of life as these
were, then the last traces of the partor era Would be eradicated.
“Just
Shem and Japheth..
And last, but not least, are,
because a book is on a required reading list, it is not dead. Required
readers could band themselves together for a worthy cause and pri-
vately dramatise, read, or illustrate, or somehow enliven the literature
prescribed for them. Such a procedure would be pleasant as well as
profitable, and the results would be effective and lasting. Now, of
course, Shakespeare societies are out of date, but none of us know
Lear or Othello so thoroughly or enjoy them so much as the old-fash-
ioned people, who met together now and then to recite Shakespeare
just for the fun of it. Edueation that cannot be vitalized is not educa-
tion at all, and education that we ourselves have had a hand in creating
is the truest and best. Play in the Players’ Club, support it, or follow
its method in other things, but at all events, open the parlors in your
‘minds, air them out, and live in them.
IN PHILADELPHIA
Theatres
Broad: And-yet again The Pursuit
of Happiness!
Academy :
you have doubtless gathered by now.
Thursday evening’s program is. Bou-
tique Fantasque, Aurora’s Wedding,
and Danube. ne
Erlanger: ' Lovel Out the Window,
a tender idyl of love’ shyly pursued
in Austria by a mysterious individual
called a “dental mechanic.”
Forrest: A fast musical comedy,
Revenge with Music, by Howard Dietz
Winninger, Libby Holman, and
es Metaxa. Another revue for
w York’s dinner parties to be late
for.
Dorothy Gish has another golden op-
portunity to be temperamental
throughout three acts.
Walnut:. She Loves Me Not is still
; accelerating considerably America’s
pa on the carefree years of college
e
Orchestra Program
WG eed as es bc Carmen
Alexander Smallens conducting.
Movies
Aldine: Transatlantic Merry-Go-
Round. Continued from last week.
Arcadia: Norma Shearer, Fredric
March, and Charles Laughton in The
Barretts of Wimpole Street. Almost
as good as the play, which is saying
an awful lot.
| Boyd: The Merry Widow, with
Maurice Chevalier and Jeanette Mac-
Donald. A truly super movie. Jean-
ette dancing the Merry Widow waltz
with Maurice is a romantic moment
even in the lives of the spectators.
Earle: One Exciting Adventure.
Continued from last week.
Fox: Gambling, with George M.
Cohan. Detective plot from stage play
of same name.
Karlton: One Night of Gave;
tinued from last week. —
Locust Street: Little Friend, with
Nova Pilbeam, is held over for a sec-
ond week. The life of the baffled
child comes in for excellent psycholog-
|ical treatment.
| Stanley: The Gay Divorcee.
other centinued engagement of a pop-
ular film: ”
Stanton: Kansas .City Princess.
;Comedy with Joan Blondell and Glen-
da Farrell,
Local Movies
| Ardmore: Wed., Bing Crosby in
‘She Loves Me Not; Thurs., Fri., and
Sat., Chained, with Clark Gable and
| Joan Crawford; Mon. and Tues., Rob-
ert Young and Madge Evans in Death
lon the Diamond; Wed. and Thurs.,
|Have a Heart, with Jean Parker and
James Dunn.
| Seville: Wed. and Thurs., Zasu
| Pitts and Slim Summerville in Their
| Big Moment; Fri. and Sat., There’s
‘Always Tomorrow, with Binnie
Barnes and Frank Morgan; Mon. and
|Tues., Warner Oland as Charlie Chan
|in London; Wed., The Dude Stranger,
with George O’Brien and Irene Her-
vey.
| Wayne: Wed. and Thurs., One
|More River, with Diana Wynyard and
Colin Clive; Fri. and Sat., Warner
Oland in Charlie Chan in London;
Mon., Tues., and Wed., Anna May
Wong in Chu Chu Chow.
Con-
High Praise for Miss Robbins’
Brother
D. W. Ellsworth, writing on “The
Business Outlook” in the current num-
‘ber of The Annalist, says: .,
What the President means by ‘atabili-
been accustomed to derive from that
word. . ... What the President means
. is not stabilization of the domes-
tic price level. . . Irving Fisher,
. in his latest book, Stable Money
(Adelphi), practically says.so. Sir
Chatles Morgan-Webb, in his recent=
book on The Rise and Fall of the Gold |
Standard (Macmillan) practically
says so. But for a crystal-clear ex- |
planation of what this is likely to
mean to the future of world trade and
hence to internal business conditions |
means read what is probably the mosét
lucid exposition of world econojmic
problems yet published, The Great
Depression (Macmillan), by Lionet
Robbins, Professor of Economics i
the University of London.”
Professor Robbins is the brother
‘Dr. Caroline Robbins, Associate in
History in Bryn Mawr College.
The Russian Ballet, as
and Arthur Schwartz, with Charles’
An- |
Garrick: Brittle Heaven, in which ~
ie
in leading industrial countries, by tT
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