Bryn Mawr College - Bryn Mawr Yearbook (Bryn Mawr, PA)

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all to no purpose. But I may say that at last our noble secretary rose to fulfil her mission and my highest hopes. I trust this will suffice to demonstrate my good intentions and the class ' s good intentions and explain any peculiarity or omissions that the cold unfeeling eye may find in this, the classic of really the very nicest class we know of. M. A. M.

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for a girl not writing an article; she may not write it because she is busy, or because she has forgotten, or because she is too far away, or for a thousand thousand reasons, but the best of all reasons for a girl not writing an article is just because she doesn ' t — without rhyme or reason. There is always something so sad about this that it deprives the most eager of eager editors of all of her weapons. Here Conscientious Contributer, who has written one article, but is not notably of the faithful few, writes: There is no use. I thought that by now I might oblige you with a contribution, but I can ' t. Everytime I look at the sea it reminds me of the blue waters of the swimming pool, when I look at the rocks I am reminded of Taylor Hall, and when I notice the children — happy scientifically brought up children — I see the future of 1912, but still composition lags and the muse refuses to burn and inspiration to prompt. I would rather refuse bread to a starving kitten than more words to an eager editor, but what can I do? I ' ve tried all the approved methods. I ' ve sat hours with pencil poised ready to catch the young idea as it shot. I have read pages of Henry James and Matthew to improve my style, but still I fall back on the golden silence. Dear Maysie I ain ' t possible! Now there is one of our best students and keenest wits, as one can see from the letter, hopelessly lost for Class Book. Even a telegram, which does amazing things with delinquents like Southwick and Pinney has no effect on her. Some of the letters are of a still sadder tone. One classmate who was with us two years and is noted for intellect and wit complains vaguely of her state of mind — an unanswerable plea: I am so sorry, she writes, but I simply cannot do it. It isn ' t that I haven ' t time but that I cannot write. Believe it or not, but it is true. If I wrote anything you would simply have the pain of refusing it after all this talk. Sometimes I can write presentable English but I couldn ' t do even that now. Please, please, forgive me and believe that my state of mind is simply incomprehensible to your fertile intellect. I can ' t even compos e a letter in my present state of mind. We had scarcely recovered from our grief on her account before we were assailed by this even sadder note: I have tried and tried— made myself, in fact the whole family, very unhappy. But Maysie dear, I cannot write. I bring Fanny to witness that I burned the midnight candle—

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PAGE Editorial Board 5 Preface 7 Class Officers 13 Offices Held by 1912 14 First Ten 17 Scholarships and Prizes 18 Questionnaire, Dorothy S. Wolf 21 The Greek Scale, Jvlia Taylor Houston 22 Hazing, Mary Alden Morgan 26 Freshman Show, Julia Loring Haines 29 On Breaking a Tradition, Jean Wedderburn Sterling 31 Rush Night; or The Purpose of Art is to Elevate, Isabel Vincent 33 Picnics, Frances Hunter 3g Mat Day, Pauline Clarke 40 The Eugenics of Room-mates, Marjorie Thompson 42