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

Page 12 text:

By susan 0ulanan, ' 46 So sKyscrapejs.t angel e-eye a Goodhart stage of paint c r . York. TnrougTa a coula discern buildin g. Dlue-jeaned cre the Chrysie dle f Sint-strxped dome in th ml te e The Empire State, ised us for t o Pi clouds Burpr iin ougnt it a s a B at nt The usual d«u n oticeaoiy • , y e real renear 6 al, mor . Maybe f,. 10 uder , e ' r ! S nd ny ne ' s being mour si lfl - Yorick is and W 11 as g r Tctof tleV f £§f n e upper ca S out of tne Pear f backdrop.But lively an as of Page ten

Page 14 text:

Tn Which We Served . . . Before we plunge happily, like lemmings, into that limbo known as The World, let us stop and give a thought to those we are leaving behind us, not our aspiring contemporaries, but those for whom the end of every four year period means merely the beginning of another — our eminent friends, the faculty. We little dream how often in the last four years their attempts to instruct and inspire have been, in a number of ways, utterly thwarted. Now and then obstacles arise to confront the unsuspecting instruc- tor even before the learning session is under way. Such a discovery was made by one philosophy professor, not to mention a thoroughly be- wildered French class, when he unwittingly came before them on the first day of a new semester and embarked upon an impassioned philo- sophical discussion. (They knew they had registered for a foreign language, but the question was, which one?) Sometimes a fire drill is a threat to a teacher ' s peace of mind when it occurs at a particularly strategic point in the lecture. Yet it was no fire gong, but Dr. MacKinnon who, possibly unaccustomed to such emer- gencies, interrupted a professor and his class one winter day with the words We think there ' s a fire and quickly made his exit, closing the door carefully behind him. However, the arrival of red and green fire engines and the gallant preservation of the college records by one sagacious member of the faculty proved to be an anti-climax to an almost false alarm. And then there was the point in our career when the philosophy department, in the person of Miss Stearns, was beset by some skeptical questioning of the aim and practicability of philosophy. As one student put it: We know nothing about it and never can, so what ' s the sense in chasing ourselves all around the infinite? Equally discouraging was an incident that occurred during an English comprehensive conference when Dr. Herben, after delivering a lengthy oration on the procedure of the dreaded English examinations, received from one student the reply : Well, I don ' t care. I just want to get out of here. Our stubborn resistance to education must be baffling to those on the other end of the line. Some of the faculty members, however, are by no means resigned to their failure to kindle the somnolent sparks of energy and genius in the Bryn Mawr student. Surely there must be a spark somewhere! Miss McCown has been known more than once to venture upon a discussion in her weekly conference with the senior politics majors with the lament, Girls, girls, seniors, politics majors, the world is falling down around your stupid little heads, and you don ' t even know it! But we have learned. If nothing else, we can read French and Ger- man at sight while lazily crushing rocks. We are grateful to our mentors; Neither air raid drill, nor deluge, nor blizzard can stay them from their appointments. And after all, where would Bryn Mawr be without them? Page twelve