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

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They wait here every day until a certain date, dear, and then pay five dollars for not having their course-book signed. And who are those benevolent-looking girls with yellow-and-white badges, mama, who stand around with such a look of wisdom? They are walking delegates, Maude, from the Christian Union, who work on an eight- hour schedule and show the Freshmen how to make out their course-books. And, O, mama, who is that tall Freshman over there, and what is she talking about so eagerly? She is telling her class-mates, Maude, what courses she intends to pursue in this first year of college. It is her ambition to become a medical missionary, and she is going to devote her time to French, German, and History of Art, registering as a hearer in Phil- osophy, Psychology, Geology, Archaeology, Greek myths, and Pragmatism. After her interview she will tell them that she has decided to take English, Biology and Physics. But, mama, cried Little Maude, none of those are what she intended to take at first. Of course not, my dear; that is the beauty of having an interview I But will the Freshman be happy in having her ideas changed about so? She will not notice that they have been, my dear, until she goes home and thinks it over. Till then she will be radiant, and after that it will be too late. Little Maude became exceedingly quiet. Mama, said she, at last, when I come to college will I have to interview President Thomas? Certainly, dear. Whereupon Little Maude walked slowly down Taylor steps and gazed long and thoughtfully at the sunset. Madeleine Edison. musty H5tgDt THERE certainly had been a traitor! There was no other adequate solution, for we had never sung or even thought of that rush song except when we shouted it in Music Room G — and that room was sound-proof. It was unfortunate, too, in the light of Miss Thomas ' repeated allusions to babies and kittens, to have Wow, wow, wow, turned into Meouw, meouw, meouw, because even we understood the implied ignominy. A hurry-up meeting in the afternoon saved the situation with The Sophs are out this evening, and fortunately the song itself was conceived at such a late hour that a repetition of the morning ' s tragedy was not possible. u

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was accompanied by a Junior, her Junior, she called her then, and a fragment of supper. I have seen the day when a person ' s eyes sparkled as if toasterettes had been diamonds, while a sardine sandwich moved them to tears. The spoiled portion of humanity may not realise among their poisonously prepared French cookery the suggestive pathos of a sprig of garlic or a chunk of scrapple. The tremendous fact of the meeting, which was as dramatic as the daily rising sun, and as awful; as melodramatic as its crimson setting, and as much of an anti-climax — was that the Sophomores did not discover our hiding-place and break it up. We elected our chairman, and, most happy, ended our evening under the Pembroke Arch. Margaret M. James. JLittlt 2®auht ant) $er fl©ama Dtslt B. £@ anb « m JDnt0toe ot tfjc $tt0toent ' 0 fDttitt THE afternoon light was waning as Little Maude and her mama ascended Taylor stairs and found themselves outside the President ' s office. What is this galaxy of wilted-looking people, mama? inquired Little Maude, as she struggled to find an empty space in which to plant her feet. This, my child, is the Freshman Class, responded her parent, mowing her way through part of it. And are they waiting for the Day of Judgment, mama? said Maude. No, my dear one. They are on their way to interview President Thomas about their courses. O, mama, who is that rude man with his watch in his hand, who nearly knocked me down just now? Hush, darling; that is an irate father. He has an engagement with the Pennsylvania R. R. in about three minutes, and he has been here since daybreak. See, they are letting him and his daughter in. That is the beauty, Maude, of having an irate parent. No Freshman should be without one. Fathers are just now at a premium, but in a few more years mothers will do just as well. Yes, mama, said Little Maude, sagely; votes for women, and she readjusted her suffrage badge. But, mama, what happens to all those who are not provided with parental protection?

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On the ascent to the lower athletic field, we formed into a compact line. One by one my friends were torn away, and I was gently but firmly shoved into the middle of the line by Marjorie Young and told to hang as if my life depended on it to two strangers — Rosalind Romeyn and Annie Jones. Rush night tradition is to yell as loud as possible, and the rest is a blurred mass of shrieking, straining and shoving — sometimes in the light, sometimes in the dark, always unpleasant. My brain remembers dimly a girl behind, who repeated at regular intervals, But we ' ll keep on yay ' ling. The arch singing ended the din and discord and was by far the best of rush night, although I was too breathless and exhausted to do more than be thankful that we could be still. Helene Pelleteee. %ty £ opt)omore j lap anfc 2 ance HOW well we remember the first of those priceless plays of our gay young daysl Till then college had been a rather discouraging round of Freshman blunders and flunked quizzes, but that night it took on an entirely new aspect. The fights, the bustle, the gaiety prevalent everywhere carried us into quite another world — a world of dreams and ideals. And the play satisfied them all. We felt quite sure that, if we should meet a man like May Egan in everyday life, our fate would be sealed. And how we all envied Carlie Minor! As for Pleasaunce Baker and Mary Nearing, we had never seen such actrices in our lives. They were absolutely without flaw. We wept over the miserable little children who had had a crust of bread yesterday ; we wept over the sad wife ' s appeal to Divine Providence, and over Triplet ' s cynical The street is very narrow, and the opposite houses very high ; we wept again over Peg Woffington ' s unparalleled generosity and pitiful renunciation, and then we felt refreshed and quite ready to felicitate the reunited lovers in the most satisfactory denouement. And then the dance, following so close upon that wonderful play, was almost too good to be true. We saw our favourites at close range, and who shall say that they lost lustre in their descent? That night, too, marked the beginning of many friendships with the other members of 1909. Masques and Faces was the first of many good times that we have had together. We hope that we have not seen the last of them, and that 1909 and 1910 will always be in the future, as they have been in the past, the best of friends. Dobothy Nearing. 15