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

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20 THE BOOK OF THE CLASS OF NINETEEN-FIFTEEN door and sally forth with a nonchalant Come, let us be friends attitude. But alas! Face to face with a Julia Haines or Helen Barber or Mary Pierce, my nerve disappeared completely. In vain were all my preparations for the ordeal. I became hot and cold by turns, my mental processes seemed arrested and whereas the only greeting which appeared appropriate was some lofty quotation, I usually blurted out a frightened Hello and rushed to my room to charge myself with another failure. The bathroom scenes were the most depressing of all. How could I brush my teeth in the presence of a divinity or how tub when a superwoman was yet unwashed? So often there were long waits when I stood leaning against the wall while the encircling Family discussed college policies or more intimate home affairs and smiled benignly at me— unconscious of my profound embar- rassment. Anyone who saw The Family in their home life can testify that it was a happy one. Their domestic regime was ideal. On Sunday mornings they all might be found in the spacious room of Gertrude Lewellyn and Lorraine Mead, enjoying a breakfast which two of their number had prepared. (On such occasions I used to skirt fearfully by the door on my way to the dining room.) Or at four o ' clock when one of them would come down the hall singing out, Is anybody home? immediately doors would be opened and the hall would be filled with Family making plans for the afternoon. I sometimes won- dered what would happen if I put my head out of my door in response to the call and answered cheerily, Yes, I ' m here! But despite my bashfulness I never lost hope, and always to the end I pictured myself with the divinities in scenes of easy intimacy, with first names coming out quite naturally and a fine sense of equality. To the end, however, they remained superwomen full of mysteri- ous and awful power whom to know was to admire and to admire was, for a Freshman, a liberal education. Helen Everett.

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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

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THE BOOK OF THE CLASS OF NINETEEN-FIFTEEN 21 gtylettc Ceamsi anb Eecorb — jf resfjman gear iTciutis ftingletf Class championship won by 1915. Captain — R. Harrington Manager — R. Tinker R. Harrington, E. Rapallo I. Smith Varsity Champion R. Harrington On Tennis Varisty R. Harrington (Tennis JDoublrs Won by 1914. R. Harrington E. Rapallo E. Channing I. Smith G. Emery L. Mudge i ocfeep Championship won by 1912. Captain — M. C. Morgan Manager — M. Goodhue R. Harrington M. Goodhue H. Everett M. Tappan M. C. Morgan C. Smith C. Head G. Pray E. Channing E. Pugh L. Mudge Second Team Captain — L. Davidson Manager — H. Everett G. Emery C. Hewitt R. Tinker I. Zeckwer I. Foster C. Taber E. Noyes L. Davidson K. Streett C. Walton A. Hardon Third Team Captain — R. Glenn g toimming fllett Championship won by 1914. Captain — L. Mudge E. Dessau M. Meeker E. Dougherty L. Mudge G. Emery C. Smith M. Goodhue R. Tuttle M. Keller W. Weaver A. Martin IBater $3olo Championship won by 1914. Captain — L. Mudge Manager — E. Dougherty G. Emery M. Goodhue E. Dougherty E. Bailey M. Keller E. Dessau L. Mudge (Putboor JTiacU iffleet Championship won by 1912. Captain — I. Zeckwer E. Blount G. Pray P. Collins I. Smith G. Emery S. R. Smith R. Harrington M. Tappan M. Keller J. Tinker M. C. Morgan I. Zeckwer L. Mudge College Records made: 100- Yard Dash— M. C. Morgan, 12 sec. 50- Yard Dash — M. C. Morgan, 6 1-5 sec. College Records broken: Running high jump — L. Mudge, 4 ft. 4 in. J8a hct-Sall Championship won by 1913. Captain — S. R. Smith Manager — M. Tappan M. Tappan H. Everett E. Dougherty S. Smith M. C. Morgan R. Harrington L. Mudge Second Team Captain — C. Elwood Manager — E. Noyes E. Noyes I. Zeckwer E. Dessau J. Harrison M. Goodhue W. Weaver M. Keller On Varsity S. R. Smith