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

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Shrieking out No pers ' nal violence! Stood before us in our pathway. Proud and full of prowess were we. And this was the introduction To those deeds of reckless daring Done upon the bars and horses, In that firm and red-bricked mansion, Where the gentle supervisor Having lectured first on Hygiene Stood us up and marched us backwards, Mixed us up with all her orders, Till a few who strutted proudly Soared into the First Division. Later on our pride was shattered, Spoke we little of our prowess, For our bland and smiling lateness To a talk on ancient customs Caused the first descent upon us Of those peals of Jove-like thunder, (Which we ' ve often since encountered.) Still our spirit was not broken, For a day or two thereafter Legged with stealth, and armed with paint-pots, Crawled a few from out our number To the highest point in Taylor, Crawled, and when they got there, painted. They were followed on the next day By some more from out our number With like purpose and more paint-pots, Who, when they had clambered slowly Up the stairs into the belfry, Found upon the bell of iron 1904 in letters azure. Sad their hearts, but they determined Not to let the paint be wasted, So in letters white as ivory 1904 once more was painted On that bell in Taylor belfry. Great the wrath of all the Sophomores When they heard of our assurance, Till they even wrote a letter Like a Don ' t Book, expurgated,

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atyp Bnba nf % (EIubb nf 1004 3Fron % oag of %ir r ttfratu unttt II; tttglft of lift 3arUg Blax fflorhB S» V s. In the fall of Nineteen Hundred, Struggling under Pembroke archway, Came a motley crowd of Freshmen, Tall and awkward, fat and bashful. Green were we as was the campus Over which we meekly wandered. Some lined up outside the office, Lined up full of awe and terror, Falteringly received our course-books, Faltering, wrote our names upon them. Some few strove our rooms to settle ; Hung Hosea next to Mamma; Gazed upon the pine-wood book-case, Wondered idly where to put it. In the midst of all this struggle Came a secret invitation To a still more secret meeting In the top-most floor of Radnor. ' Twas the first of many like it. Loud aud long was the debating. Was the chairman Miss or Mister? Wild and aimless were the motions, Hot and wordy were the battles Ere a point could be decided, Till at last we chose a Rush-song And a watchword diplomatic, (All about retiring early). Then the evening of the next day Found us gathered back of Radnor, Grasping one another ' s shoulders, Cheering loudly through our noses. Then began our mighty rushing Through the halls, throughout the campus, Tumbling over trunks and sofas, Singing gladly all the meanwhile ; And the wildly lunging Sophomores

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Telling us just what we mustn ' t, What to do and how to do it. Then their anger cooling slightly, They sent forth an invitation, Bidding us to a reception. Pleased we went there, each one meaning To be on her best behaviour; So when asked to sing together, Loud we lifted up our voices, Loud we sang in joyful chorus, Setting forth the many virtues Found in 1904, the mighty. Silently we wandered homeward, Wandered homeward through the shadows. Sadie Marie Briggs, Anne Knox Buzby. Tune— The Blue and the Gray. Words by AdELHEId Hecht. A class is here that we all must cheer Together and one by one. Never before has Bryn Mawr Had a class so full of fun. Watch us as we go a-rushing Through these very halls. Sophs would like to stop our brushing Along their guarded walls, But they find they cannot do it, Our class is far too strong; They know they cannot subdue it, Though they ' ve tried to all along. Then we ' ll cheer for our class, Hurrah for 1904, The finest yet to pass Through the precincts of Bryn Mawr.