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

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18 THE BOOK OF THE CLASS OF NINETEEN-THIRTEEN as Seen bv the jfool T ' S hot, of course, for this is May Day : and look now at that long line twisting and I winding — a thread of lively revelers. They are waiting to be made up — to have a touch of rouge, a long, white beard, or perhaps be given a jeweled crown and gilded sceptre. Here they come no longer students, for just see the fiery dragon and oh — he! he! — the Cupids. I loved my bells and little Beppo, the donkey which was so slow. I had to punch him repeatedly with my bauble. The procession outside of Pembroke Arch started: it moved : it seemed to thrill with a new thrill of life. But come, it moves too slowly ! Shall I not ride the hobby-horse? Whoa, there!! Marry, but there ' s old Father Time crossing the cloister green. A pity such hoary locks should fall around so young a face — and his elastic walk belies the rounded shoulders. Ah, Tempus fugit. Here rides Bacchus along- side. The leathern bottle is still full, but will not be long. That face too belies the part. One day the part will be a more Christian one. Now, Hobby, stay, by my halidome! A pretty face and queen of the dancers! How the cloister is crowded! Whether in the world or B. M. C, Such dancers are a thing to see. Oh Tira lee, tra-la. There, I declare, Hobby, hold up, or we will be running down the Merrymen — or by that rider on the grey horse be run down ourselves: I ' d sworn it was a man for sure But that the wig was insecure ! Hey diddle, good merry men. I cannot tarry with you. I must run and fool them wisely for the play ' s begun!

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THE BOOK OF THE CLASS OF NINETEEN-THIRTEEN 17 something; we had attended Garden Party, dressed in grimy white sailor suits, at first crawling under Denbigh shrubbery but finally shamelessly demanding salad in the broad light of day. We had fully intended to see the President of our country in a tent, but were smitten with homesickness just as his bodyguard of bluecoats arrived on the campus and so failed to see the last pledge dramatically cast at Miss Thomas ' s feet. Certainly the Endowment Fund must have been gained because the college shortly afterwards was able to effect a substantial not to say generous increase in room rents. Proof In the matter of proof, I may as well admit that certain facts herein alleged might not be readily corroborated; and certain statements may not err on the side of con- servatism, but Conclusion It is all Schmidt ' s fault anyway. Gordon Hamilton.

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THE BOOK OF THE CLASS OF NINETEEN-THIRTEEN 19 But what is this? Three swords! Hey, Pickle Herring, Blue Breeches, Pepper Breeches — do you ask me what I see?! — Marry, three fools — e ' en as we ' Twere wiser a good fool to be Than such fake wise men as ye three. Oh, kill me not, you — my three sons — I your poor old father! Well, if I must die, I must die. But, aye, when wisdom comes from Folly, it is time to die. And being dead, I can write no more. Lucile Shadburn.