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

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1 904- 1 902 Tune — Star Spangled Banner. Words by Alice Waldo. O say, can you see, by the light of the stars, The beautiful flag that the Juniors have given, On which are emblazoned in luminous bars The numbers we love and for which we have striven? Chorus— Then we ' ll cheer 1902, And we ' ll ever be true To the class that has helped us and watched o ' er us too. ' Tis the 1904 banner, O long may it wave O ' er a class that is loyal, united and brave. Then we thank you to-night for the flag of our class, When it waves o ' er our heads, we will think of you ever; When at last from the portals of Bryn Mawr we pass Do you think we ' ll forget you? O, never, O never!

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3Jlj£ ?twir iatfrrtatttmntt N the Nineteenth of October, the Class had the joy of attending an entertainment given by the mighty Seniors themselves. Entering the gymnasium by the narrow back stairway of Honor, we were confronted with a most wax- worklike and unseniorlike company of Mrs. Jarley ' s Wax Works. A few of our Senior friends and acquaintances, it V ' - fo 7 is true, we were able to recognize in the guiding ushers [ 0 armed with bell-wands to whom we clung in the melee. High on a pedestal in the middle of the room, poised the Stanlaus Bryn Mawr Girl with the most incredible number of ruffles set off by C a cap and gown. Then it was that we became aware of a bustling Mrs. Jarley, adorned with a gay bonnet and shawl, who, with an amazingly voluble flow of language, was exhibiting more figures on the stage to the fortunate persons near her. At her Wind him up George! that re- markable creature then rapidly shuffled across the stage and wound up, in succession, the great Columbus, Wm. McKinley, Mr. Roosevelt, the Boy Orator from Nebraska, Wm. J. Bryan, and the lovely Mary, Queen of Scots. These were good; but a real prize-fight, a trifle badly -oiled, between Jim Corbett and Terry McGovern was a sight to draw admiration from the most worldly-wise. But our hearts beat fast as we entered the Chamber of Horrors, where the inhuman Charlotte Corday stabbed a handsome Marat in a twentieth-century bath-robe, and a villainous- looking Harry Cornish poured out the famous Bromo Seltzer. Here an Indian savage and a timid settler ' s daughter were made to pursue one another alternately; and here too was the wretch who had tickled nine wives to death. After this we were introduced to several of the most interesting mem- bers of the faculty, who, when properly wound up, declaimed in a most characteristic manner. Near these, were two gentlemen, arm in arm, who proved to be those enemies of all First Year English Students, Mr. Genung and Mr. Wendell. Near them we saw the great Dr. Johnson; a lovely, if slightly jerky, Juliet and enamored Romeo ; and a whole seraglio of Turkish beauties. Back in a corner on a bench sat three silent, mys- terious old persons, in whom we finally recognized those legendary creatures, Trustees. Afterwards, the wax-works came to life enough to dance with us and offer us refreshments, and, as a crowning joy, the missing link kindly ... J w