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

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22 THE BOOK OF THE CLASS OF NINETEEN-ELEVEN been a case of the pot ' s calling the kettle black, had either one protested. Fortunately Amy saved the day. She had spent the preceding evening poring over Bartlett ' s Fami- liar Quotations. It is immortality to die aspiring, she quoted magnificently; and our Freshman souls were thrilled. No one else had even thought of a motto. Frog, scarab, chameleon and dragon now stood forth in all their pitiful, fleshly nudity, in their hopeless lack of a suitable quotation. We did not then stop to reflect whether we desired to die, even for the pleasure of doing it aspiringly. We did not consider whether the peacock had a peculiar tendency toward dying — aspiring, or any other way. We merely voted, hastily and enthusiastically, and the majority favoured — the peacock. Catherine Lyman Delano.

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THE BOOK OF THE CLASS OF NINETEEN-ELEVEN 21 Ruth was on the point of asking the nominees to please withdraw, when she realised the difficulty involved. Since then, however, I have been told of a class, one of whose members had the honour of being nominated as class animal. We, however, simply proceeded to speak for our nominees. Scottie made a fiery and eloquent speech in favour of the frog. I think most of us know where her ardour for a frog came from. Thus inspired, she spoke at length of his beauty, grace, and decorative quality. Members of the biology class, how- ever, thought only of the limp, bony (not to mention odoriferous) creatures that awaited them with outstretched arms in Dalton; and Scottie did not, so to speak, carry her audience with her. Then another spoke in favour of the scarab. She reminded us of what a charm- ing ring it would make, and we were all delighted with the notion until someone vaguely suggested expense. Imagine dispatching a little order to Egypt of eighty scarabs for the Junior Class! Besides, said Scottie, clinching matters, in her snappiest tone, As if any one would want to have an embalmed bug for her class animal! As for the chameleon, we dealt with him most scornfully. We recalled his propen- sity for changing colours; a propensity of which, even in those early days, we felt ourselves incapable. Then Rosie addressed the chair. She said, both loudly and fervently, that she thought a green dragon would be beautiful! Again she repeated the remark, with that intense empressement of which only Rosie is capable. We somehow felt that Rosie must know a dragon personally; that she must have deep, intimate reason for her feeling about dragons. We dared not protest. So we passed to the next candidate. He was mine. Someone had given me two peacock pillows for Christmas, and I couldn ' t help thinking how nice they would look, decorating a class show, or something. Also, I thought I remembered having seen peacocks in the Catacombs; and behold! the encyclopaedia had revealed to me wondrous facts concerning the elusive bird. After I had endeavoured to set forth these facts in polished English, the inevitable protest arose. The peacock was the bird of ill-omen. Oh, well, that was mere superstition, far beneath us as Bryn Mawr students! And finally it was said that 1911 had a reputation for conceited- ness (a thing which, by the way, we did not long retain), and that the peacock was the symbol of vanity. Then I played, as I thought, my trump card. Fresh from research in the reference room, I replied with dignity: Anyone with any education at all would know that the peacock stood for immortality. But then Scottie, who also had been to the reference room, rose and retorted with fervour: Anyone with any education at all would know that the frog stood for inspiration! I relapsed into painful silence. Both of us had perjured our souls, but it would have

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THE BOOK OF THE CLASS OF NINETEEN-ELEVEN J59t£ 19U ' 0 fttngtns ttGSl ( - SOME of those people, who lucked that subtle something called class-spirit, a thing which covers all faults and extoll all virtues, — have been heard to say that 1911 was not a singing class. Now that is manifestly untrue and most wretchedly unfair, for even, one sang, whether she could keep a tunc or not. l ' . |x« ially those who could not. This fading for tin- heroic seemed to urge them on to the most daring attempts to rush the height! of melody quite unaided by those arbitrary little steps which the over exact have seen tit to include in the octave and call a scale. No more deadly blow could be dealt a classmate than to request her not to sing on all occasions. Of course we grant that there wen- some saints like Moby and Lrila who would consent to smother their musical MPOtJOM fof the so-called good of the class: but this was only on occasions such as when Pallas Athene had to be lex! out to be decently murdered, the corpse bring DfOptrfj interred in the cloister. With then the murder might have approached the indecent. During this ope r a t ion they were quite far bidden to utter ■ sound, and as result of this stern prohibition spent many a wet morning in a snug l»d bemoaning the bitter fate which decreed that discretion was the letter part of valour, and their slumlwr more valuable to the community than their long. Oh! this nipping the bud of rising genius is one of the m-eessarily hard things of college life. Who knows but that many of our now muted song-birds might have become Pattff? I don ' t mean chicken a la Miller,— but real prima donnas, (taring the hearts and clouding the virion of tl n- tranced audience, with never I sound to CSUM the spine to quiver or the flesh to creep as it used to do in those early days of their mnrieal careers when the shattered committee cast them from the music room with cries for mercy. Oh, who knows but what our Alice or our Rorie might now have been climbing the steep Wagnerian slopes, balancing easily on the highest peaks (not shrieks, lest you misquote me) and holding the throbbing a tt en t ion of the vast opera house with the liquid notes of the Rhine Maidens.