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

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defenders of the faith, but He laughs the best who laughs last — only four out of the number were Freshmen spoils, and the rest had been strung up for effect. Oh, 1903! Helen W. Arny. IGatttmt £ m% Tune — Old Oaken Bucket. Words by Margaret Ullman. We stand here to-night, and we sing of our glory, And pride in our lanterns that ever will last ; And sometimes we think that a glimpse of the future Had come to that savage in ages long past, Who first struck a flame from a flint and a boulder, And sheltered it round with a leaf from the blast. He never expected his blunder perfected, In our Bryn Mawr lantern of 19-0-4. When several years backward, the first class of Freshmen Discovered the wonderful light of Bryn Mawr, They passed it unselfishly down to the future, Who gathered to find it, from near and from far. And now you are handing to us the bright knowledge, And we cannot tell you how thankful we are, Though darkness should hide us, our lanterns will guide us, Our blue Bryn Mawr lanterns of 19-0-4.

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1903 to 1904 Eaat Sir Anthony Absolute Philena C. Winslow Captain Jack Absolute Martha R. White Faulkland Virginia T. Stoddard Bob Acres Mary Montague Sir Lucius ' Trigger Sophie Boucher Fag Marjorie C. Green David Ruth Strong Mrs. Malaprop Anna T. Phillips Lydia Languish Anne M. Kidder Lucy Helen J . Raymond On October twenty-sixth, at the invitation of the Sophomores, hitherto regarded by us with some shyness, the class, attired in its best, presented itself at the back door of the Gymnasium. A rumor had spread that the play was to be ' ' The Rivals and an ambitious attempt we thought this. We had not yet learned the resources of Bryn Mawr. Fairly well trained by this time, we sang and cheered properly enough until the curtain rose. Then we became absorbed in the romantic intrigues and languishing of Mistress Lydia, the amazing vocabulary of Mrs. Malaprop and the dash- ing swagger and shrug of Captain Jack. We shall not linger over the Irish accent of Sir Lucius, the fierceness of Sir Anthony Absolute and the roguish- ness of the little maid, but we remember it all very clearly. Bob Acres, indeed, seemed to rival Jefferson himself, the duel had a truly dangerous air, and the street scenery was a work of art. When we had seen Lydia and Captain Jack united and reconciled with their voluble guardians, despite the romantic Miss ' s protest against the tameness of a proper love affair, we hastened to express our very sincere and unbounded admiration for each of the cast and for the whole Class of 1903. It is even related that the fancy dress dance on the f oho wing evening revealed the fact that Lydia Languish was not the only one who — but then there were other Captain Jacks also, as ardent, if not quite so manly. Marjorie S. Canan.