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

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clock, accelerated or decreased her rate of walking according to the time at which this or that lecture really began. We reached Dr. Lodge ' s classroom by twenty minutes past (nominally, our lectures still began at a quarter-past) ; but who now got to one of Dr. Andrews ' lectures until it lacked but a minute of the half hour? Besides showing our superiority in this way, we gave the new members of our class a play in Merion parlor. They were so appreciative of Ciceley ' s Cavalier, that we then and there stopped drawing distinctions between them and those who had been members of our class since October. Our wisdom in dropping this distinction was shown when spring brought the greatest excitement of the year — basket-ball. They made as conspicuous flags and cheered as loudly as any of us. How we cheered, how we held our breath at critical moments, how happy we were when Elizabeth Lyon made the ' Varsity. Our captain, Helen Billmeyer, summed up 1902 ' s past in the class games, at our supper on May 5th, when she said: Since the score in the 00-02 game was 5 to 1, the Freshmen could not see why they hadn ' t won (one). Helen ' s response to the first toast on this occasion set the ball rolling most successfully. Anne Rotan was toast mistress ; Grace spoke on The Day ' s Work, and May Yeatts made us especially appre- ciate the advantages of being in Pembroke dining-room by giving in contrast a vivid picture of the Minor Latin class room. Cornelia Bruere flatly refused to respond, and Harriet Murray was not urged when she had explained that treasurers could only make speeches asking for money. So that between Helen ' s stories and Harriet ' s way of getting out of them, and May Yeatts ' acting, everyone ' s good humor and the class ' s good listening, those inside the dining-room doors contrived to be very companionable. The out- siders felt as outsiders always do. They were indignant at being excluded. Anxious to know what was going on inside, they relieved their feeling by singing The Princeton Tiger to our tune of Come, Cheer and Sing Together. ' ' Soon a change once more crept over the spirits of Bryn Mawrters. A great deal of learning appeared to be going on if the number of students sitting on the campus with books in their laps afforded any test. Then, too, at night Elise and others abstracted their thoughts and themselves from ignorant matters, by the ingenious process of cutting dinner and smuggling olives and sandwiches into Taylor. The final result of so much learning was that many went home, and sixteen were left to make ' 99 ' s daisy chain. The day before commencement we picked daisies in the hot sun. When ten of us clam- bered out of the windows at four o ' clock commencement morning, expecting to use those daisies, they had wilted! More daisies must be picked, and six Freshmen were missing. They were the six who slept in East. Nine of those on hand went to pick more daisies, while one went to Harriet Spencer ' s window. In a few minutes the ten reassembled. Nine had bunches of daisies, one had the report that Harriet had answered, Yes, (yawn) right (yawn) a (yawn) way (yawn). The nine bunches of daisies were tied to 17

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the chain. Then, nine went to pick more daisies, and one to call Harriet. Again and again, this process was repeated, with the same result, until, somehow or other, the chain got done. The day grew so hot that when it came time to form the commencement procession, at least ten of us felt like the wilted daisies we had picked the day before. But we must not miss ' 99 ' s commencement exercises ; so we stood meekly in line, in the broiling sun, for over an hour. At last, the procession began to move. It was a relief to be inside out of the baking heat, even if we were placed away back. The exercises began. Now, Dr. Edward Everett Hale was speaking. Those in front were laughing at jokes and applauding statements we could only half hear. The momentary relief we had felt at first getting into Taylor vanished. It was hot and close. We looked at each other. We looked at the stairs. We whispered a little. There was another burst of applause from those in front. One Freshman rose deter- minedly. Fifteen Freshmen followed quickly. Soon, sixteen absolutely happy and contented members of 1902 were eating ice-cream on the Pike, while the exercises that closed that happy, irresponsible year of our lives continued uninterruptedly in Taylor. H. S. N., ' 02. 18