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

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kissed her wildly on both cheeks. We all were mad with excitement, and rushing in wild hilarity to our halls, gave the performance over and over again, till the wee, sma ' hours ended the glorious day of Alice in Bryn Mawr. Izette Tabek. fxttymm Cla00 Supper OUR Freshman Class Supper 1 I wonder if all the rest of the class think of it with the same large capitals that I do. It was our entrance into society, our first bit of riotous living, and I remember now with the keenest delight the excited thrills that ran up and down my back as we marched up the west stairs, singing vigorously, Sophs are out this evening. The other classes lined around the walls were probably commenting on our prodigious vainglory — there ' s been some talk of it, I believe, even in later years — but I remember thinking, sympathetically, then, It ' s too bad, but you ' ll have to make the best of it. We can ' t all be 1910. I was so excited that when I got to my seat, I promptly sat in a glass of lemonade, a little episode which was repeated several times during the evening. Then a breathless hush fell upon the company, and Hildegarde gave me a poke, and I don ' t remember anything more till I sat in another glass of lemonade, and woke up — the cooling freshness of the lemonade had something to do with it, I believe — to see the Upperclassmen and Sophomores filing slowly out of the room. Then there fell another solemn hush — we weren ' t quite used to ourselves in company clothes, and didn ' t know just what to do— but some over-bold huzzy— to tell the truth, I think it was Kirk— began beating faintly on the table with her knife and fork, so we all took courage, and the clamour soon reached terrific heights. At intervals we paused to toast our own future, our own hockey, our own basket-ball, our own statistics, our own motto, our aspirations, and finally our breaks. Our own affairs were in evidence all right that night, just as they have been ever since. We finished up gloriously, singing Auld Lang Syne, with one foot on the table, in the orthodox fashion. And, as our Irish Ros would say, Sure, and there ' ll niver be anither sich. Kate Rotan. 22

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Helen Hurd and Janet Howell spent every free minute performing wonderful tricks with brush and paint, and, needless to say, the scenery was most realistic. We didn ' t realise it, however, at the time — we didn ' t realise anything except that it was work, work, work, and then we didn ' t see how things could be finished. Everyone chipped in earnestly and eagerly, and with a few rehearsals scattered here and there, in less than a week, the curtain was ready to go up. Four o ' clock that aftcnoon of the performance, on realising that there was no way of making our glorious dragon-fly visible as it soared upward in the black realms of an unlighted stage, I had hurried to town for an unknown quantity named luminous paint. No wholesale dealer had heard of it, and finally some divine power directed my steps to a strange basement paint-shop, looking more like a Chinese junk-shop. There the valuable article was found, and with trembling steps I arrived at college, just in time to paint the precious animal before the curtain rose. What was my horror, as we broke forth in song in honour of our beauteous dragon-fly, to discover no sign of the insect. I could see Mary Boyd and Pinky Ashton pulling the ropes, but no insect. The paint, after all, wasn ' t working I After that everything went wonderfully. Alice won the hearts of the audience; Kate ' s Baked potatoes yesterday! Baked potatoes to-morrow! Always baked potatoes to-day! and even Jeanne ' s and Peggy ' s jokes about Taylor ' s tardiness — stale at that stage to us — brought down the house. All went well till the black list animals entered and stumbled around the stage, quite unable to see through their masks, and endeavouring to do a little of everything, sang their plaintive song, keeping time with dumb-bell exercises. In their breathless exit they quite overlooked Humpty Dumpty, and overstepped him as well, knock- ing him flat. The dances under Pat Murphy ' s management — rather a joke, don ' t you think, consider- ing Pat ' s rapid promotion in the dancing classes? — were all that is delightful; and the take- off on the gym class most amusing. The babies and kittens were adorable, and Bill ' s Cheshire smile kept the gym in gales of laughter. The whole play went as on greased wheels — need it be said, with Elsa as a stage manager? and soon we were singing Thou Gracious Inspiration! the ninety of us crowding on the stage at once, overwhelmed with the glorious success, and Betty Swift, having lost part of her usher ' s costume in her excite- ment, standing in her nightie arrayed. That Alice was a great success, no one can deny, and 1910, of course, appreciated the fact even more than the highly-appreciative audience. Annie Jones, thrilled even by playing the accompaniments, rushed behind the stage and, clasping poor, little, dazed Cabby, 91

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Our auguet Mentor© To tell, or not to tell; that is the question: Whether ' tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and slammings of outrageous classmates, Or to take arms against a sea of teasings, And by resenting, end them. But this must end. No more a copy of far worthier poet, But story of my own I ' d here inscribe; The Hamlet speech it now leaves far behind, But way of telling may remain the same. As Bacon is to Shakespeare near allied, So is this scribe to Shakespeare next of kin. (Now, do not smile, my friends, nor pity him) On with the tale, let joy be unconfined. In our Freshman year, When we first came here, We saw 1907 dignified Seniors. (Were there as many as that, you ask. My prompt reply, unfortunately, no, only 80.) These eighty fine and splendid forms of life To us were stars serene that dwelt apart. They knew us not by name, nor seemed to see; But when one smiled, a Freshman trod on air. The play they had to us seemed marvellous (Seemed, madam? Was. We but think seemed, since then) ; So, in return we gave vent to sweet song, And poured our grateful feehngs on the air. Our Juniors had not entered on our ken; We thought we praised the highest thing in sight, And pleased with what we ' d done, were much distressed To find due etiquette had been o ' erlooked. C3