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

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THE BOOK OF THE CLASS OF NINETEEN-FIFTEEN 17 Jfresfjman g fjoto, Jfflonologue bp a cene lifter CERTAINLY am glad it ' s all over tonight. I do hope it goes well. Dress rehearsal was such a mess; the make-up was too terrible. Is the haystack ready? Has any- body seen the gold-fish bowl— I mean the crystal globe? That green velvet curtain makes a gorgeous back drop, such depth — there — the curtain can go up. Lib Bailey is a regular beauty; I think she ' s the best-looking girl in college. Tabie is just about making her reputation as that Englishman, such a priceless ass, don ' t ' die know. Down curtain! Bring in Lucile ' s Flemish carved chair there; it and the green velvet curtain give such a je ne sais quoi to this society scene. Up curtain! Those poor society men don ' t know what to do with themselves. Amy Martin has had an inspiration; she just gave a manly stride. I do admire her presence of mind. Waldy is getting away with all sorts of man of the world stuff; her dress suit fits her pretty well too. She comes from Newport; I suppose that helps her. Chris Smith looks as if she had not lived wisely but too well. The butler is just superb, Liz, isn ' t it? She makes me think of Milton: They also serve who only stand and wait. Down curtain! Mary Gertrude, you carry in the barn. Where is that haystack? Is the cow ready? All ready. Up curtain! I adore the way Sarah Feree Diller renders that line of hers, Hiram. Doesn ' t Horny look cute as the little boy? There goes that chorus, dancing right over the haystack. Gee, but Edna Rapallo is fine as the rooster, do look at the feet on her. Looks like a cross between Napoleon and Frank Tiney. Great guns! what ' s happening to the cow? It ' s coming apart in the middle. Somebody get the cow off the stage before its hind legs come off. Look, it ' s just staggering apart. What will Mr. King think? There, that ' s it. Saved! Down cur- tain. Somebody take out the pump; let Gertie carry out the barn; she s the strongest. Let down the rove. Easy there. Those tree-trunks don ' t quite touch the stage, but I

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16 THE BOOK OF THE CLASS OF NINETEEN-FIFTEEN Edna and I ate our ice cream in silence while K. Sergeant and the others talked, and tried to put us at our ease. I tried to speak in answer to their kind questions of concern, but, overcome by conflicting emotions, I was unable to utter a sound. When, however, Laura Delano, black-gowned, impressive and silent, came to our room an hour later to conduct us to the reading of rules, I had recovered my self-possession and chatted to her pleasantly. I made a brave effort to relieve the strained atmosphere which I found prevailing, and kept on talking promiscuously until the last rule was read. On the whole, the reading of rules, was, to us, a distinct disappointment. None of us was thrilled, most of us were not even impressed. Indeed, when told with ceremony that Freshmen must not use the front steps of Taylor, one member of 1915 was bold enough to inquire: Do you mean the steps in front? After the excitement of this first day we gradually settbd down to quite a normal existence. We soon found time, between teas, for three meals a day— and of a few nights in Freshman year I remember that I slept, f Also, we exercised. Indeed, when 1915 were Freshmen not even hot-water pipes under the hockey field could keep away the signs of real winter from Bryn Mawr. Lest we forget, I quote a contemporary poem in which the Freshman of so many years ago is celebrated : There was a young girl did aspire To Bryn Mawr ' s education, called higher; So striving for poise, Her skates she employs, And she learns on a Flexible Flyer. Susan F. Nichols. After four years of attending college lectures I consider this an intelligent question and to the point. t Of course, I mean this in a moral sense. Physically, I waked, while in Lucile ' s room, under mine, th e rest of Pern. West ' 15 discussed affairs of the soul.

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18 THE BOOK OF THE CLASS OF NINETEEN-FIFTEEN don ' t suppose people will notice. The green velvet curtain will carry it off all right — so rich and somber looking, don ' t you think? My, doesn ' t Gladys Pray make a fine satyr, I ' ll dream of her for nights to come with those horns. Those poor nymphs are so uncomfortable reclining on the hard boards. Gertrude Emery says she can hardly get up after this scene. My, those paper flowering shrubs look well, so idealistic, you know. Somebody go out and see what Florence Hatton is doing with the lights; the audience will think this is a thunder-storm. That Beautiful Grove song went off well; it really is sweet, but I ' m kind of sick of it. Down curtain. Roll up that grove; let down that temple; push in the shrine — there. Where ' s Susan Nichols? You ' ll have to crawl into the shrine now. I certainly feel sorry for you ; you don ' t look half bad, though, when you ' re in there and there isn ' t much light to see you by. Nobody will know what she ' s supposed to be, but we can tell them later. I do think it is so nice that our class animal typifies peace. I just loathe class meeting squabbles and I suppose they are all at an end now. Up curtain. That singing is really impressive, it ' s lucky we have kneeling women and veiled nymphs and farmer boys under big hats, our class is longer on brains than beauty. There comes the last song. In the sea, in the sea, in the sea. They never remember how many seas there are anyhow. Down curtain. Nobody start anything after ' Thou Gracious Inspiration. ' You all know what 1914 did. I wonder what Miss Donelly will say about this? That green velvet curtain certainly looked well! Atala Thayer Scudder.