Swarthmore College - Halcyon Yearbook (Swarthmore, PA)

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WILLIA M CHRISTIE MacLEOD PHILADELPHIA, PA. Alias Didees, ' ' Mac, Religion. This world of ours is punk, rotten to the core! Its got to be reformed, revolutionized and Mac is the man that is to do most of the work. True, his plans are as yet a trifle vague, ethereal, and varied, but then, once you hear his tierj- eloquence, how could you doubt his ability to finally carry out the project? What matters it if his ideas on religion change once a week, or if he can not carry on a sane conversation for more than five minutes at a stretch? He is going to be a great man, and we know it. If you don ' t believe it, read his poetry in the Halcyon. Page Seveniv-four JAMES BERNARD McGOVERN CLEVELAND, OHIO. Jim is the biggest thin,g in our class, and his only rival in college, now that Beef and Susan are gone, is Slim Jim White. However, he is able to use his 230 pounds to the best advantage on the athletic field. He has been in everj minute of football, and is captain of the lacrosse team. Shining on the waxen floor of the gymnasium (with a bas- ketball instead of a girl), is another one of his specialties. And as a math shark he is some savoid. Good goods do not alwaj-s come in small packages.

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LELA ALICE LYNAM NEWPORT, DEL. Study, study, study, and tlien some. The monotony of all this grinding is broken only by her very frequent trips to the swimming pool (her wife saj ' S she can swim now), and her entertainment of a few select friends when those wonderful eats come from home. NORMAN LEROY MacKISSICK, 4 K WEST CHESTER, PA. We have a number of Mac ' s in our class; here ' s one of the best looking. The girls just love Mac; and — its not a case of Canadian reciprocity. You wouldn ' t suspect it, but he is made of India rubber and he is a most intangi- ble creature. Ask some of our football opponents about it. He can find a hole in a solid mass of husky men, and when they come to grasp him — he simply dissolves in their hands and doesn ' t reappear until back of the goal line. We don ' t know just how many girls he has, but we sus- pect that in his football patois, there are just about seex. Page Seventy-three

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MARGARET BARBER MARR, n B SWARTHMORE, PA. Those unearthly shrieks a moment ago — and now listen to her! A most docile, quiet and polite tone: Why, yes, certainly Mrs. Speakman, (this over the ' phone) All right, I ' ll tell her. No trouble at all — no indeed — good-bye, Mrs. Speakman. Oh! that piercing whistle? That is the inimicable Marr- Speakman call. We used to wonder why Martha and Mar- garet had such a noisy shriek for this purpose. Now we realize that it is the only thing either could ever hear above the racket she is making. RUTH MARIETTA MARSHALL KENNETT SQUARE, PA. Time — Saturday morning. Place — Swimming Pool. Girl— Ruth Marshall. Other Dramatis Personae — Miss Blanchard and various would be swimmers. Act 1 — (Ruth maneuvering according to her own sweet will). Miss Blanchard, .Altogether, now! Dig! Dig! Dig! across the tank, not up and down. Marshall! If you won ' t do the way I tell you I won ' t try to teach you at all! Act 2 — (In the locker room). Ruth (pathetically) Does she scold the rest of you as she does me? I just couldn ' t do it. Page Sevenl -five