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

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THE BOOK OF THE CLASS OF NINETEEN-FIFTEEN 13 tttce JMb bv tije Class— Jfresifjman |9ear 67 m Officers. President — Mary Gertrude Brownell Vice-President and Treasurer — Elizabeth Bailey Secretary — Isabel Foster Students ' Council — Emily Gifford Noyes, Lucile Davidson

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THE BOOK OF THE CLASS OF NINETEEN-FIFTEEN 15 JJotfnng 3n particular I WAS asked to write anything about Freshman year. Thus in a moment of mis- guided and general enthusiasm I took pen in hand and started to write — everything. But soon I was forced to recognize my limitations: Of course, only one with the finest discrimination for dramatic effect could do justice to Freshman Show. It would take a far keener wit than mine to appreciate all the clever things said at Freshman Banquet. And as for athletics— well, I never did know anything about them, except for shouting on the side lines that The green was going to win! (And we did— sometimes.) In short, I have come to realize that the only thing in Fresh- man year which is suited to my modest pen is— nothing — in particular. I remember that on my first day of college I was in a state of terrified and expectant excitement over the unique form of hazing which I believed would be practiced upon us. How really terrible was the atmosphere which surrounded the mysteriously rumored reading of rules to Freshmen anyone will appreciate who knows that Edna Rapallo was intimidated with me. Indeed, she and I locked ourselves into our room at twilight and lay there tremblingly feigning sleep, f A gentle knock on the door made us both start up fearfully from our beds. What should we do? Edna, always braver than I, approached the door cautiously and listened at the keyhole. A gentle voice was asking us if we did not wish some ice cream. The Sophomores had brought us some from the party they had given the other Freshmen in the hall! At the words ice cream and a party my Freshman heart softened, and Edna mur- mured resolutely something about not missing any of the college life. Thus I brought the key from where it lay hidden under my pillow. It was then we knew that in our life at Bryn Mawr the key had lost its function. 1 liave come to believe tbut tlie editors also reached this conelusion in assigning me my subject. + We learned thus early in our college course that at Bryn Mawr a key is an obsolete institution of no worth. Later we discovered that the Busy Sign, Please Keep Out, Keep Out! etc., etc., are almost as useless.