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

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it THE CHARM OF 1916— A CRITICAL PAPER Captain. — Play your hardest, everybody. There ' ll he plenty of subs. Three third and two fourth team people have promised to come down. You all know where you ' re to play, don ' t you? It doesn ' t make much difference. I ' ll probably shift you all around to different positions. Hut I ' ll try to let you know what you ' re playing. Hasn ' t some one a trick to explain? For. — When you have the ball look in a different direction from the one you ' re going to throw in. No one is ever there to get it then — I mean no one on the other team. Captain. — That sounds good. Remember il. Now everybody don ' t eat or drink anything and go to sleep. Those Freshmen have Lab, so we ' ll be fresher than they are. And remember, WE ARE GOING TO WIN. {Exit team, leaving captain in her air-castle.) Eleanok Hill.

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THE (HARM OF 1!)16— A CRITICAL PAPER 21 IV. Gtye J|ttf)erto Mnpubltsifjeb Secret of 1916 ' a tf)lettc gmccestf is Eebealeb Time-. — 1.30 p.m. Any year from 1912 to 1910, the day of the preliminaries of any match-game. Place. — The room of any captain. Characters. — Any 1910 captain (generally Polly) and the team (as many as are not disabled). Captain {with the assurance gained of many meetings in the past). — Well, we ' re going to beal them today. Tkam {doubtful but cheery). — Yes, indeed. Captain. — There ' s no reason why we shouldn ' t. All our team is playing except five people. And you all know they have never beaten us by more than twenty points in practice. MANAGER (indignant). — Yes, and did you hear what that fresh Freshman said? The Rest {eagerly, in chorus). — What? Manager. — That they were lucky to draw us. They had a chance to win now. Team (with spirit). — We ' ll show them! Like to know what made her say that!! Freshmen think they can do anything!!! Captain.— What we ' ve got to do is to start with a dash and not let them get more points than we do. Tkam {enlightened and correspondingly hopeful). — Why, yes! That ' s a fine idea. Captain (carried airay by the thought). — Make a lot of goals ourselves, you know, and don ' t let them make any. We can beat them easily that way, but we ' d better not take it too easy, even when we ' re way ahead. Team. — No, indeed! Pile up the score. Discourage them for the next game.

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THE CHARM OF 1916 — A CRITICAL PAPER v. 0nt of jflap=Bap Wit Mere proton or, OTorbsi from tfje Casting Committee ALL Sophomore year we heard rumors of L May-Day, but they certainly were vague. All we could gather was that Bryn Mawr gave a lot of plays all over the campus to raise money for the Endowment Fund. So it was. wrapped in mystification and goloshes, that Betty and I made our way through the snow drifts to Mr. King ' s office in the Lib the first night of the second semester A. D. 1914 at 8.00 p. M. Two by two the august casting committee filed into the room, class by class as it were. We knew Con Hall and Jop (later Skipper ), and our Juniors, Katherine Ser- geant, our chairman, and Beany Baker. Mil- dred Jacobs and Dagmar we knew better — later. We waited for Mr. King (we usually did). We waited for him to divest himself of goloshes, ear muffs, mittens, scarf, great-coat and traveling clock, and we waited for him to invest himself in a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles. Then we began — breathlessly. We waited for the first words. They were a warning to our respective wardens to keep the H i % n . tt ' U mjn ,3HB P U. ■% ■-J ' ' ' v