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

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THE CHARM OF 1916— A CRITICAL PAPER 1!) The class of sixteen stood below in a row. And the sense of their cleverness started to grow; In spasms of mirth they rocked to and fro. Before taking and after they christened the show. If yon ever, kind stranger, desire to know Where the fountains of humor perpetually how. Just think on this side-splitting jest, and then go To the class of ' Hi. Come. ' Hi, let ns crow! Anne Jaggard.

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18 THE (HARM OF 1916 A CRITICAL PAPER ii. OTe ' re not tfje Class! tfjat pougftt tfte ropftplacttts; Juniors and Seniors were stowing away Chicken, endive and banana parfait, And loving each other in a banquety way. Which is simply a dressy endeavor to say They were having their annual supper that day. Outside in the darkness shapes might have been seen. Pushing excitedly round on the green, Bearing two forms, strangely wilted and lean. Could this he the class so famous for bean, The highly intelligent class of sixteen? In the niches up over the library door They placed the pale creatures we mentioned before; From a distance they looked almost human, what ' s more. The face of the first and the clothes that she wore Looked strangely like something we ' d all seen before. The lady was clad in a ruffled affair. Superfluous hows and pull ' s everywhere: She had a most notably pre-college air. It was secretly mentioned and whispered with care. The frivolous person had frizzled her hair. The second was pale as the moon in the sky. She boasted a bulging and near-sighted eye. And wore cap and gown. On her forehead so high Were brain-bumps, denoting to those that know why. Deep interest in Chemistry, Physics, and Bi.

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20 T1IK CHARM OF I !) 1 (i A CRITICAL PAPER in. atan Jftnbs; OTork for Me anbs; to bo or, Qftje temptations tn pm PEOPLE who have never lived in Radnor do not seem to appreciate its advantages. People who have never lived on the fourth floor groan at the thought. But what could be more perfect than Radnor fourth Moor as a grandstand for the Temptations ' gym night? Certainly not those much-vaunted Merion posts of observation. Every Tuesday night, Mig and I would study by the window, and as the lights in the gym went on, ours went off (to make the other Radnor temptation-fans think us in bed) and we established ourselves on the window-seat. There never seemed to be much system to those gym nights. Each Temp, seemed to follow his own inclination. I remember Jonesy used to walk stiffly up and down the gym with a wand over his shoulder, knees raised high, or run doggedly round and round the track, never changing direction. Jimmy and Dewey and Rhys — when there wasn ' t skating — used to try basket-ball, but they were very vacillating (I always meant to warn Brale about Dewey ' s character as revealed on those nights) and skipped lightly from basket- ball to clubs to ropes to the limbs of trees to — no, no; what am I saying? Dr. Eisher came once in his little brother ' s out-grown bright blue suit and sat on the platform. We thought he encouraged the performance once, but were not quite sure he was so rough. And then there was the never-to-be-forgotten night when Dr. Ferree came and boxed. That really was what determined my taking Major Psych — a man who boxed like that ought to be able to get the course into a nut-shell. I think that was the only time he ever came; but his career, though short, was glorious. As far as we could tell, he had evi- dently been invited to meet the Red Lion in a boxing bout. He met him — much more than half-way — and left him, very red, lyon on the mat. As to the costumes — they were certainly charming, though we never could really tell just in what they consisted. I still feel sure that I would be a rich woman today if I could have verified some of the bets I laid on the perfectly bathing-suit top or the Jones pajams. Margaret Russell.