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

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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.

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1904-1903 Tune — Tramp, Tramp, Tramp. Words by Maria H. AlbeE. We are gathered here to-night, And our faces all are bright, We shall see the Sophomores enact their play; But the tears they fill our eyes, When we think that we, likewise, Must be actors and play-wrights another day. Chorus. See, see, see, the curtain rises, Quickly do the Sophs appear, And the scene that meets our eyes Fills us with a glad surprise, So for them the class of 1904 will cheer. We have met the Sophomore Half a dozen times before And each time we ' re more and more impressed with awe; But to-night our hearts do bound, And the walls with cheers resound, In the Sophomoric play is not a flaw. Pembroke opened wide her doors, And we entered in by scores ; That was when the Sophomores their love did tell. They regaled us with their best And we clapped and cheered with zest As they sang the songs we love to hear so well. So we ' re gathered here to-night And our eyes behold the might And the genius of the Class of 1903 ; And we love the Sophomore As we ' ve never loved before, For we ' re here to-night their charming play to see.