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

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20 THE BOOK OF THE CLASS OF NINETEEN-THIRTEEN ifrealjman €la Puppet FRESHMAN Class Supper— it was ages ago, but it happened. I remember thinking about it days beforehand, and flocks of flaming red chanticleers kept me awake after- wards thinking about it, so it must have happened. It was in the spring of 1910 when the dogwood was in blossom and Polecon quizzes were budding. That was when it happened, and where it happened was in Pembroke dining room — the walls were disguised with class banners, dogwood and upper classmen. How it happened I am not quite sure. We all marched in dressed in our best, and then cheering began — upper classmen cheered, others cheered, we cheered and Schmidt and Matlack cheered; at least, I suppose they did, and it was the best and biggest gathering of the class the whole year. That was just what we wanted, so we were not too generous about letting the upper classmen stay to enjoy our fun, and after M. Blaine gave us a toast to Class Songs and we showed them what cocky stunts we could do when we tried, we sang them out politely but firmly. Then we all grew ten years younger, and with every one in a good humor it would have been the best time in the world to have discussed some weighty question, but we were not there for that and besides K. Stout and Jessie would have had words about it, as I remember they did have a pitched battle over the election of The Keeper of The Class Animal. Poor old bird, he must be old enough now to take care of himself, but in those days he was dreadfully flighty and cocky and always making breaks. Don ' t you remember Zelda told us all about the trouble he had made for us with his breaks. Gyrls, I would rather live a thousand years, than bow down and worship a rooster, she said when he was nominated for our pet, in opposition to enough salamanders, flamingoes and potato bugs to start a nightmare. But that is another story and we are now in the midst of class supper. Iki Irwin is talking now, Iki is working herself off the blacklist with one period of talking. La, la, la, Iki, you silly ass, what are you doing there? didn ' t I hear Miss Applebee say, but it must have been during May Day rehearsal when Iki had that part given to her. May Day — that reminds me of a toast. Clara Crocker gave us an impromptu one — from the back of her fan. It was an important subject just about then. Mr. King told

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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.

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THE BOOK OF THE CLASS OF NINETEEN-THIRTEEN 21 me once that we just stood around like marmalade pots — done up in Lincoln green and Merrymen don ' t giggle! and the Merrymen did not even smile. But that is another story too and does not belong to me; it belongs to the Endowment Fund. Ah, now I have come back to our supper. D. Baldwin, will you tell us how A Penny Earned is a Million Saved? What are those people tearing around the table for? Engaged, is it possible — ■ they don ' t look it, and who are they? Well, if we begin to count them and to add to the list the present number of happy ones, statistics would show that a great percentage of the class are to live happily ever after. Then Schmidt told us How to make Upper Class Friends and Enemies. One toast after another, and so the supper went on. Don ' t you remember what a good stunt Rockefeller contributed and Denbigh too and several individual songs and dances that were excellent? We were most interested when our athletic captains gave us toasts, it was just among ourselves, so we did not have to suppress our joy when Alice Hearne mentioned a hockey victory, or Yvonne our success in Water Polo, and Gordon had hopes to offer us in basket ball, — and we had cheers to offer her. Then we sang some more, and not only our own songs either, which was more than cocky. It was a wonderful evening, but underneath all the frivolity and hilarity there was a large amount of sentiment, which was not sentimentality. Every one felt it more than ever when Pagie rose and told us things we were glad to hear and expressed for us just what we had felt. To those who have received their diplomas and have passed through four years of college life, Freshman Class Supper may have seemed only incidental and one of many good times, but to one who has been a Freshman only, it was an epitome of the year and the good things it had offered. It was an intimate getting together of the class, not to decide class matters nor to hold its own against other classes, but to know itself as a simple gathering of hopeful, happy classmates. Eleanor Elmer.