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

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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.

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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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THE BOOK OF THE CLASS OF NINETEEN-FIFTEEN 19 flPjje Jf amity of 1912 IT is difficult for me to write about The Family of 1912, for even now, although I too have scaled the dizzy heights of Seniorhood, the thought of 1912 brings with it an almost irresistible impulse to rise and rush madly to the nearest door and stand hold- ing it open while The Family pass out- Such an imposing array as were these Seniors! No matter to what gathering one went, whether to Undergraduate, Self Government or Athletic meetings, or even to the Trophy Club, one of their number was always presiding, while the others rallied to her assistance from the floor. Nor were meetings alone sufficient outlet for their powers. They trailed their glory to the upper hockey field where in fall and spring they formed the nucleus of the hockey and basket-ball teams. Omnipresent they surely were, and omniscience was their ' s also. Roberts ' Rules of Order were mere child ' s play to them; there was not a question of college policy which they could not discuss with alacrity and insight; there was not a course nor a professor whose secrets were hid from them, and finally there was not a tradition in the history of Bryn Mawr which they did not know — and respect. I wondered vaguely in my first few days how the college had existed before they came and if all activities would not have to cease upon their departure. Gradually T discovered that these superwomen lived on my corridor. It seems that they had rented quarters on the second floor of Pembroke East and had brought thither their Lares and Penates and had made themselves a home. When I realized that I was in their midst I felt as though I had been assigned a room on Mt. Olympus by mistake and that the only reason I was allowed to remain was because The Family was too kind to mention the error. My home life, however, was not without difficulties. For a Fresh- man to live on Mt. Olympus was something of an ordeal. I seemed to have little in common with the divinities, and speech was almost an impossibility. Often before leav- ing my room I would take a few brisk turns up and down, or practice breathing exercises to stimulate my circulation and quicken my mental life. Then I would quickly open my