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

Text from Pages 1 - 120 of the 1917 volume:

THE CLASS OF NINETEEN SEVENTEEN GIlaaH of 101f ■90 tutorial $oarb Monica Barry O ' Shea Editor-in-Chief Elisabeth Sherman Granger Isabella Stevenson Diamond Helen Marie Harris Assistant Editors $u me ptoarb Virginia de Steigner Litchfield Business Manager Martha Winslow Willett Assistant Business Manager Katharine Burr Blodgett Treasurer O — S— 269460 preface TRUE to 191 7 ' s innate conviction that traditions are made for us to break, we, the editors, felt that not to get our Class Book out for graduation instead of in the cus- tomary fall would be the first blot on the ' scutcheon. And we couldn ' t blot. So here it is, conceived and brought forth under circumstances that ought to merit your indul- gence should you find it a poor maimed thing. The class gave me three of the best editors that come, but Em Strauss had beaten them to it and given Betty the News, then Fate up and gave Iz a German oral, and Mr. Savage, more cruel than Fate, gave Hel and me the Senior play. The women and children pay. So this child too, the Class Book, has come in for its share. It has been done in odd moments snatched from other duties, on sunny afternoons when from Izzy ' s high window we could see Sam Chew pass to tennis looking like Rupert Brooke, and when the rest of ' 17 with their knitting sat in pleasant converse under the blossomey branches of old Yggdrasil. But we are very glad to have been able to do our bit for 1917 and we hope that you may find diversion here for future days, and that, despite the consequent omissions and shortcomings, you will be glad to have your Class Book characteristically Ahead of Time. Monica Barry O ' Shea. Contents; t r PAGE 1 he Class frontispiece Editorial and Business Boards 3 Preface 5 Foreword 9 Freshman Year Offices Held by the Class IS A Garden is a Lovesome Thing 15 The Freshman Banquet 18 May Day; or Our Home on the Field of Honor 19 To 1914 21 Athletic Teams and Records 22 Sophomore Year Offices Held by the Class 25 The Best Laid Schemes 27 The Dominant Note 28 Non-Residents 29 The Glory that was Greece 32 ToV.K ; 33 Athletic Teams and Records 34 Junior Year Offices Held by the Class 37 Banner Show 39 Radnor Redeemed 40 1916 an Image 41 Total Recall 42 From the Inside 44 PAGE Gosh, Oscab « Side bt Side 6 Sauce fob the Gandeb 47 Athletic Teams and Recobds 9 Seniob Yeab Offices Held by the Class 53 Uppeb Ten 55 Cock o the Walk 56 Sweetness and Light ; ob What Art Did for Us 58 A Mad Senior ' s Night ' s Dream 59 Oh, West is West 62 Job Libbe 63 Pagan Pembroke; or The Way of the Wobld 64 1920 66 The Hymn of Hate; ob The Tranquil Thirteen 67 Sing Willow, Sing Willow 69 Sentimental Scientists 71 Present Abms — Fobwabd, Mabch 72 To Oubselves 74 Athletic Teams and Recobds 76 Epilogue 79 The Faculty 83 Jforetoorb THIS is going to be a justification of rights as well as a wreath of laurel. In the first place, we believe, and we are sure the rest of the class will second us in this with the modesty of which only ' 17 is capable, that this is probably one of the best Class Books that has ever been published in the history of Bryn Mawr college. For this reason we want to assert our rights; we want to say that, no matter how little you may believe it, oh gentle reader, we have had some part in it. But here truth constr ains us to admit that almost all of this truly remarkable publication was done by Monic. Really it was! We used to say a little every now and then, and occasionally ask a classmate for a prom- ised manuscript. One of us even undertook the difficult task of typewriting all material. But for the most part our work demanded but slight intelligence. Monic ' s is the great mind that directed it in its entirety. 1 The Other Editors. N. B. — They have become as sounding brass and tinkling cymbals, for the truth is not in them. Monica 1 The laurel wreath ikillful! y concealed. —9— Jtaljman fear jFresfcman Sear Cfte Importance of IBcing ' 17 C7 m Officers: President, Constance Sidney Hall Vice-President and Treasurer, Elisabeth Sherman Granger Secretary, Rachel Taylor Students ' Council: Romaine McIlvaine Helen Marie Harris May Day Committee: Constance Sidney Hall Elisabeth Emerson —IS— Garten is a lobesiome Efjutg IF Cedy hadn ' t caught scarlet fever and retired to the infirmary, taking Ruth with her, the Sophomore banquet wouldn ' t have been postponed and we should have lived to tell a different tale about April 24, 1914. As it was, instead of having our plans formulated by a committee appointed by the chair, we had no plans and all things worked together for originality. Each member of our precocious class had a chance to react to her environment, and we responded nobly. As the last frilly, fluffy Senior (and Junior) disappeared through the gym door at seven-thirty, bound for a peaceful and congenial evening together (an event in itself memorable enough), we leaped through the window of Taylor and took possession. Those dear familiar faces in there suggested the first crying need, and without more ado the aesthetically minded set to work to cover up the dust, while the rest of us betook our- selves to investigate the intricacies of the upper regions. It had never occurred to us before that Taylor was an ideal place for hide-and-seek, but before we had finished with the watchman that night we had learned a great deal. Long after the decorators had gone he pursued us. We seduced him across the chapel and all around downstairs while the bell rope was being sawed off over the iron railing of the tower stairs; we vainly searched the lowest deeps for a monkey-wrench and hid behind the boiler at the sound of his long- —15— suffering tread; and when he finally cornered Scat and me clinging to Savonarola and, peering round the corner, announced that he had our names, we wondered why he had put himself to so much labor to convey to us that bit of information. Before ten o ' clock our co-operative efforts triumphed. No curfew rang that night at B. M. C, for the rope, wound around Anne Davis under her jumper, left Taylor by the back window, and the Sophomores studied in the lib till ten-fifteen before they discovered anything wrong. In the meantime many hands had made light work of the campus. Sammy Arthur hung decorously by the nape of his neck from the back porch of Taylor and swung his heels in friendly greeting at the frog on Merion porch; sermons in stone were applied with ink and shoe-blacking and an eye to the artistic; those pictures in Merion were clothed and in their right minds; we left the Seniors a little token waiting for them outside the gym to let them know we had been thinking of them; and then there was that lovesome spot — that little oasis — those pretty tooth-brushes all planted in a neat circle in front of Taylor with their warning, Please don ' t pick the wild flowers. The post-mortems began before breakfast. Liz appeared in the gray dawn in Con ' s —16— room, imploring her to get us up and make us go out and scrub, while Golly and Cecilia started Prickett ' s clerk in on his day of charging tooth-brushes to Miss Hall. Trained Italians swashed water over our sermons and an uncomfortable rumor went about that six Freshmen were to be expelled (the precise number that had cut the bell rope). Wed- nesday morning the thunder cloud burst in chapel, while Savonarola, his countenance still flushed, beamed indignantly upon us from heights above the storm. His expensive face was a thing of beauty — but would that the powers that be could have seen it that way. By the time that his complexion and others were restored to their former pallor, expensive was no word for them. And so our adventure ended — but not without one more incident. The next October when we sacrificed Mrs. Grendel in our bonfire to the melodious strains of O Fresh, O Fresh, firmly attached to the back of her blue, bulgy head was to be seen a kinky length of Taylor bell rope. Katharine Burr Blodgett. —17— Cfje Jfresfjman Banquet WELL! she cried nervously, clearing her throat and performing a few setting-up exercises — the Freshman Banquet was a memorable and inspiring occasion. Even now I seem to see before me that long line of lovely young, eager faces, flushed with youth and the hope of a hearty meal. How many of these could now assume such an expression? How many of them have not become mere impenetrable masks used to cloak such simple emotions? How many can still smile? How many can still eat? 1 Of that noble and heroic little band, setting forth on Life ' s Highway, how many have strayed, how many have stolen, how many have been mashed by the ruthless wheels of Fords and other cars such as ? But to return, she cried joyously, reaching for another refreshing draught of ink — the banquet was a grand affair. Sumptuous dishes were served on groaning platters by lac- quered menials; water and lemonade flowed freely. No expense was spared. Salt, pepper, rolls — all the luxuries so harmful perhaps, but oh, so pleasant! Never have been such as it was (the Banquet) ! She it was who forever placed it among the Ides of March, where it stands unique among the phenomena of the world. Well, she cried, gasping slightly but still retaining her equilibrium, the Freshman Banquet was a memorable and inspiring occasion. Note to censor: If this is too long, please see that none of the important part is cut. Eleanor M. Jencks, ex- ' 17. 1 For answer to these questions see President Thomas. Statistics don ' t lie. At the Senior receptions ninety -eight gross of marrons have been accounted for. —18— ifflap ©ap; or, 0m ftome on tfje Jftelb of ftonor ACT I Scene I. (The Cloisters. Dagmar as Compaspe, discovered posing in front of a mirror held by Jeannette Ridlon.) 1 Dagmar: Do you like me better kissing my hand or not? t ( Enter Samuel Arthur in a brown derby and such a hurry that he has forgotten his arctics.) Dagmar: Look out! Don ' t spoil my pose! Mr. King (cheerfully) : Miss Brown-n-n is in-n-n the Infirmary, so I shall do Apelles. Jeannette: Oh, Mr. King! Mr. King (perceiving he doesn ' t know her): My name is not Kink. I said King-g. (Enter mob. Exit Dagmar throwing kisses.) Scene II. (A room in Dolgelly. 3 Stage furnishings consist of dirt, mess, women sewing and Miss Daly. Enter Hel wearing flowers.) Miss Daly (relieved): Oh, here you are at last, Miss Ah-ah . You ' re the leader of the chimney sweeps?. ... Ah! (Looks up and down Hel. Then from a pile holds up a dainty scrap of Lincoln green.) This will just fit you, won ' t it? (Pause full of expression. Exit Hel cheering Annassa.) (Enter Molly.) Miss Daly: Ah, just the thing ... a lovely shade of pink! Next. . . 1 We tried to think of some one in ' 17, but couldn ' t. Indicating lapse of time. To be pronounced as if the W were not there. Go on mighty Seniors may be substituted at the discretion of the actor. —19— (There is a sound of singing outside To the Maypole let us on. 1 Enter Maypole dancers.) Miss Daly (looks at them proudly, then pleasantly): Pretty good. (Curtain falls slowly.) ACT II Scene I. (May Day on the Bryn Mawr campus. Rain. Some time elapses as rain con- tinues to fall heavily.) Scene II. (Same as Scene I. Flourish of trumpets. Enter heralds, clearing the way. 2 First lady starts to cross the road.) Con Wilcox (firmly): Stand back there! First Lady (haughtily): I am the wife of a trustee. (Exit Con, squelched.) (Enter the Nine Worthies.) 3 Second Lady (explaining to Third Lady): Those are the professors, you know! (Enter Saint George, singing to the horse to keep him awake. Horse falls asleep.) Mr. King (rushing out excitedly): Can you hold him, Miss Hall? Shall I manage him for you? (Noise without.) A Voice: Make way for Mr. Taft, as space is limited! (Curtain.) Sarah Fenton Hinde, Thalia Howard Smith, Constance Sidney Hall. ' This song, adapted from the early Icelandic, is always sung on May Day by the students of Bryn Mawr. It is peculiarly suited to their fresh young voices. 9 This custom is always kept up in spite of Scene I. Does this mean the Seven Deadly Sins or the Five Temptations? —20— «o 1914 We have enthroned so high your memory and still so cherish it That when the world sends back word of success, or romance comes to you Then we, who knew you, smile and are gratified. Monica Barry O ' Shea. —21— Qtenni Single Championship won by 1915. Captain — C. Stevens Manager — M. Willard First Team M. Thompson C. Stevens It. Levy Second Team T. Smith E. Russell M. Willard Individual championship cup won by M. Thompson. Class Champion — M. Thompson. On Tennis Varsity M. Thompson C. Stevens tKennitf JBouble Championship won by 1914. Team M. Thompson R. Levy C. Stevens M. Willard J. Pauling R. McIlvaine jferiur Championship won by 1914. First Team Captain — M. Thompson Manager — M. Scattergood H. Harris V. Litchfield M. Hompe M. Scattergood M. Willard M. Wahl S. L. Collins J. Pauling N. McFaden M. Thompson S. Jelliffe Second Team Captain — E. Holcombe Manager — G. Malone R. Taylor G. Malone C. Stevens E. Holcombe C. Hall H. Kendig E. Dulles E. Ulmer L. Harris A. D. Shipley F. Curttn jfresfjman Seat Third Team Captain — E. Hemenway On Varsity Sub — M. Thompson gtotntming meet Championship won by 1917. Captain — M. Scattergood Team E. Dulles M. Willard M. Hompe M. Scattergood V. Litchfield E. Faulkner L. Chase A. Davis M. Wahl H. Allport E. Russell afflatcr $)olo Championship won by 1915. First Team Captain — M. Scattergood Manager — V. Litchfield M. Wh lard V. Litchfield M. Wahl E. Faulkner C. Hall C. Stevens M. Scattergood Second Team Captain — J. Mayer Manager — C. Stevens J. Mayer E. Dulles I. Haupt G. Malone L. Chase E. Russell H. Harris E. Holcombe On Varsity Subs—M. Wahl M. Scattergood E. Faulkner Zvatk JHeet Class championship won by 1915. Individual cup won by M. C. Morgan, 1915. Captain — N. McFaden Manager — K. Blodgett Team M. Wahl V. Litchfield L. Brown E. Faulkner M. Scattergood A. Davis M. Thompson M. Hodge C. Stevens S. Jelliffe R. Joachim G. Bryant M. Willard E. Dulles E. Hemenway C. Westling H. Harris C. Hall World record broken by H. Harris in Hop, Step, and Jump— 31 ft. 2H in. College Record broken by M. Thompson in Baseball Throw— 181 ft. 10 in. College Record established by M. Scattergood in Javelin Throw— 61 ft. iy 2 in. JBartet $all Championship won by 1914. First Team Captain — M. Wahl Manager — M. Thompson C. Stevens S. Jelliffe N. McFaden M. Wahl E. Randall J. Pauling H. Harris M. Thompson Second Team Captain — G. Malone Manager — E. Holcombe E. Holcombe V. Litchfield M. Willard C. Hall L. Brown M. Lammers G. Malone E. Hemenway On Varsity Sub — M. Thompson ' 0pfj0m0rp f mv £S opt)omore Bear ®f)c importance Conttnueb Class Officers: President, Caroline Stevens Vice-President and Treasurer, Lucy Weygandt Harris Secretary, Natalie Friend McFaden Undergraduate Association: Assistant Treasurer, Agnes Dorothy Shipley Athletic Association: Vice-President and Treasurer, Margaret Scattergood Christian Association: Secretary, Natalie Friend McFaden Self-Government Association: Treasurer, Caroline Stevens College Settlement Association: Elector, Margaret Scattergood Equal Suffrage League: Treasurer, Romaine McIlvaine Lantern and Tipyn o ' Bob Board: Elisabeth Hemenway Agnes Dorothy Shipley Monica Barry O ' Shea College News Board: Katharine Burr Blodgett Eleanor Dulles Lansing Trophy Club: Margaret Thompson Elizabeth Faulkner Philosophy Club: Secretary, Ilsa Knauth !H)e JBeat fcatb gdjemeg AS soon as we got to Bryn Mawr the powers immediately recognized our latent his- trionic ability and went and had a May Day. So it wasn ' t till Sophomore year that we had an opportunity to show what we could do for ourselves. Here let Mice and Men go down to history. In those days of inexperience we thought our little senti- mental comedy a cause for triumph. And after all, why not? Wasn ' t Lucia perfection to the last degree? And we did succeed in launching Monic on her career of dissipation. As for the orphans, Miss Donnelley herself breathlessly confessed she had no idea Bryn Mawr gi rls could look so unintelligent. (Can ' t every one agree that it was Emmy ' s experience as the young epileptic that gave the Poet of Senior year those eloquent legs?) Of course Jenks had to inhale her talcum powder pipe in the middle of the first act and choke till I thought she ' d never reach the audible stage again. Things tended to gang aglay more than once, but who can forget the graciousness with which our nearly voice- less and quite mute Con bowed to the applause that greeted her after Mary ' s lovely render- ing of My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose. As I look back upon it now Mice and Men, inadequately played andj in parts strangely cast, still brings to me a warm glow. When Mark Embry poured forth his manly soul in that heartrending sob, Child, Child, how could you? some one on the front row wept. I saw her! Could one ask more? Helen Marie Harris. —27— Cfjc ©omtnant J)otc WHILE the rest of the college is busily preparing to aid the country, we in Denbigh may look upon their efforts with a confident smile. True believers in fact and not in theory, we have been constantly engaged in open warfare. ' Twas ever thus — guerilla warfare had its genesis even in Denbigh. The only time we of 1917 were out of it was occasionally in Freshman year when Liz and Constance had solemnly confiscated all available crockery and tinware for their famous tea-fights, and for once the defeated Den- bighites were reduced to hungry non-combatants. But shortly after follows the Mystery of the Stolen Bulbs, and then, verily, was every man ' s hand against his brother. The contagion spread and Mary Morgan had to spend all her spare time tracking Peg over the most intricate trails that resourceful girl could make. In the momentary lapses, that sad bird, the Denbigh Dove of Peace, was beguiled on Snappy Stories. If nothing else served we could try harassing Milly and Monic, but the reaction was never up to the standard. But we could always draw blood from Ad and Les, especially the latter, until she took to the disguise motif and got a black dress, too. However, our final recourse was ever that greatest of indoor sports, watching Bontie ' s Adventures in Shadow Land. Dot Packard and Moll and Olive could fit themselves into a perfect pyramid and leave space enough for Peg and the others in that small room. This trans- Alpine warfare wasn ' t entirely one-sided. It went on lustily till someone sent That Telegram. After that Bontie relapsed into a state of coma. But there ' s no mistaking our dominant note. Denbigh, 1917. -28— Introduction I have been requested to enlighten the world on the subject of non-residents. Doubt- less I was chosen for this task because I have lived among these strange people, and studied their constitution, manners, and habits for some three years. I hope I may bring to the problem the absence of prejudice and complete detachment of mind so necessary for pro- ducing a truly great scientific treatise. Chapter I Place of Habitation Non-residents as such may be said commonly to inhabit two places within the enclosure known as Bryn Mawr College. I. The first of these is the cloak room containing the Chew memorial windows and a set of handsome black steel cages. An effort has been made by all persons serving luncheon to non-residents to reduce them sufficiently so that they may be restrained within the narrow confines of these receptacles. II. The Hole is also frequented by the non-resident tribe. This is a dismal den below Rockefeller Hall, and here may be found two dingy couches whereon these people may lay their sick to die. Chapter II Manners and Customs As is the habit of all scientific explorers in introducing this chapter of their report, I may say that non-residents, carefully studied and rightly understood, are not so very different from other people. Indeed, many of them may be called clever and even comely. I stake my reputation that if an uninitiated person were asked to separate non-residents —29— from ordinary Bryn Martyrs he could not do it unless, in some cases, by an air of additional sapience. Yet somehow all Bryn Martyrs know that there is a great difference. Our flock is shepherded by a Gorgon, a creature of inexhaustible optimism who enjoys a den at one end of the library corridor. Always furious hisses issue forth when our mem- bers pass by. In age non-residents usually vary from sixteen to twenty-three, yet it is interesting to note, when they are returning home late in the evening, such remarks as When I was twenty -five — I have even heard them speak affectionately of my husband, Mr. John Brown. These things happen after eight o ' clock when a chaperone has failed to appear in the windy arch of Rockefeller. Of course, as the Gunner remarks in Mesalliance, there really are John Browns. — Chaperones! An entire volume could go to these alone in all the curious variations that are imposed on the non-residents, from the pudgy person in spectacles who tells funny stories that are a bit outre, to Frumpy who always has a-a-er-er-guest ! Occasionally non-residents have been known to give a tea. This is solemnized in the Hole, the chests of the peculiar sect who nightly roll bandages having been obscured by large screens. Here is a good opportunity for Bryn Martyrs to observe this curious com- munity, provided that they are careful to remember that appearances are usually decep- tive, and that, while the entertainers may seem human, in all probability they are not so. Chapter III Intelligence or Instinct? I have often wondered why Dr. Leuba did not take an interest in the psychology of the non-residents. Is it that he is unaware of the existence of this curious class, or does he — rash man — dream that we are only as other students? Miss Dimon says that we are always the most faithful and studious. I should not like to contradict so truthful a person, yet my intimate knowledge gives me reason to doubt the truth to type of certain of us. As becomes a learned discourse, I have not yet approached the subject indicated by —80— this chapter ' s heading: Intelligence or Instinct? Perhaps I had better avoid it, for would it not be unwise to make persons believe us ordinary mortals by saying that we have a mixture of both? But Veritatem dilexi. We display, even as others, the will to live by seeking to escape from any more knowledge of German than just enough to pass the last oral, we grasp and discuss the abstractions of the latest thing in style and the philosophy of Bergson. If you think you hear a riot in the library it is only non-residents arguing about immortality of the soul, and you will find the usual opinions, all the way from the milk and honey blest New Jerusalem to the eternal soup pot of oblivion. Postscript Yes, we are only human. Dreaming across the campus in the twilight, we see the same far vision in the stars. It is less the laughing social Bryn Mawr that we know, and more the sacred flame. When we say good-bye to college, it is not sadly but with high joy, like young knights, who have watched their armour through the starry night and set forth now to seek adventures in the sunshine. Our Cheney. —31- tEfte §(orp tfjat toa Greece FLORENCE HATTON called us The Other Greeks and we were proud. Now when our time has come to pass on we can only hope that some day 1919 may think back on a grandeur that was Rome as we today on the glory that was Greece. The days of Freshman year seem far away, but friendships and memories remain and we can still see Baby Face Dessau running across campus in her little bright red coat and the original black velvet tam. Mary Gertrude Brownell disporting herself in the pool with Lucia perched contentedly on her shoulder is not soon to be forgot, nor Lucille as Alexander the son-n-n-n of Philip-p, King-ng-ng of Macedon-n-n, or more intimately as herself with the first short hair and plentiful propaganda for eugenics. You didn ' t even have to add hot water and serve; it was instantaneous. And there are some of us lowly Pembroke residing who will never forget Eleanor Freer and her Grand Opera preliminaries. Had we known we would have invited Emmy ' s cousin to Bryn Mawr earlier in the year. And then there was Dagmar (cf. Ridlon and Mr. Samuel Arthur King). Besides all these, 1915 had Myra and Mary Mitch — and can we hope to equal — ? Oh! There ' ve been plenty of Juniors in days gone by But none like our own ' 15, and in thanksgiving we can only hope that our Freshmen, if they only knew, would think us worthy successors to you, 1915. For we have tried, like the Romans, to follow where the Greeks did lead. Monica Barry O ' Shea. —32- Co . %. (Or 1918) My Lantern girl ! — a lovesome thing, God wot. Yet not All her Pot shot Classmates; they ' re Too clever by f ' r. Their intellectual lot Of plays and songs do not make me cower — (I know from whence they come, I know, I know.) Janet Randolph Grace. -S3— {Tennis £ ingle Championship won by 1918. Captain — C. Stevens Manager — M. Willard First Team M. Thompson R. Levy M. Willard Second Team C. Stevens R. McIlvaine T. Smith Class Champion R. Levy Individual Championship Cup — M. Winsor, 1918 On Tennis Varsity M. Thompson M. Willard (Tennis; Doubles Championship won by 1917. Team M. Thompson M. Willett C. Stevens R. Levy J. Pauling R. McIlvaine ©oefcep Championship won by 1917. First Team Captain — M. Thompson Manager — M. Scattergood F. Curtin H. Harris J. Pauling L. Brown M. Thompson C. Stevens V. Litchfield M. Willard M. Scattergood L. Collins N. McFaden Second Team Captain — E. Holcombe Manager — G. Malone G. Malone M. Hodge E. Emerson S. Jelliffe opjomore f?ear A. D. Shipley E. Dulles H. Kendig E. Hemenway E. Holcombe L. Chase A. Davis Third Team Captain — E. Holcombe On Varsity Captain — M. Thompson L. Brown , V. Litchfield J. Pauling H. Harris Subs — M. Willard F. Curtin toimming fflect Championship won by 1917. Captain — M. Scattergood Team L. Chase A. Davis E. Dulles E. Faulkner M. Willard M. Scattergood V. Litchfield E. Russell JSlittcr £ oIo Championship won by 1917. First Team Captain — M. Scattergood Manager — V. Litchfield L. Chase V. Litchfield H. Harris C. Stevens M. Willard C. Hall M. Scattergood Second Team Captain — A. Davis Manager — H. Allport H. Allport E. Russell E. Dulles E. Faulkner I. Haupt K. Blodgett A. Davis On Varsity M. Willard H. Harris Subs — C. Hall V. Litchfield tTrncfe Mttt Championship won by 1918. Individual cup won by H. Harris. Captain — N. McFaden Manager — K. Blodgett Team H. Harris C. Stevens M. Willard E. Dulles L. Brown A. Davis E. Seelye N. McFaden V. Litchfield C. Hall M. Thompson G. Bryant M. Scattergood M. Hodge E. Emerson College Record broken by M. Scattergood in Hurl Ball —85 ft. 4H in. JBasflict JSall Class championship won by 1917. First Team Captain — J. Pauling Manager — M. Thompson N. McFaden L. Brown M. Willard H. Harris S. Jelliffe M. Thompson J. Pauling Second Team Captain — G. Malone Manager — A. Davis E. Emerson G. Bryant C. Stevens M. Hodge V. Litchfield M. Lammers C. Hall On Varsity J. Pauling H. Harris L. Brown M. Thompson 3Iitmor fear junior Sear £f)e importance Sntreaseb Class Officers: President, Helen Marie Harris Vice-President and Treasurer, Anna Snowden Wildman Secretary, Mary Bartow Andrews Undergraduate Association: Vice-President and Treasurer, Martha Winslow Willett Secretary, Agnes Dorothy Shipley Advisory Board, Constance Sidney Hall Athletic Association: Secretary, Margaret Thompson Outdoor Manager, Margaret Scatte rgood Christian Association: Treasurer, Katharine Burr Blodgett Self-Government Association: Secretary, Elisabeth Emerson Executive Board, Caroline Stevens Constance Sidney Hall Equal Suffrage League: Secretary, Elisabeth Emerson English Club: Janet Randolph Grace Amelia Kellogg MacMaster Monica Barry O ' Shea —37— Glee Club: Business Manager, Sylvia Jelliffe History Club: Secretary, Louise Collins Philosophical Club: President, Monica Barry O ' Shea Treasurer, Elisabeth Sherman Granger Science Club: Secretary and Treasurer, Katharine Burr Blodgett Trophy Club: Margaret Thompson Elizabeth Faulkner Lantern and Tipyn o ' Bob Board: Martha Winslow Willett Monica Barry O ' Shea Sarah Fenton Hinde College News Board: Eleanor Lansing Dulles Sarah Fenton Hinde Elisabeth Sherman Granger Katharine Burr Blodgett Virginia de Steigner Litchfield -38— panner ;£ fjoto IF Monic and I had not been ruthlessly censored in our yo uthful effusions by the arbiter of elegance, 1 we might have achieved ' 17 ' s secret ambition: utterly to shock the col- lege. But when Hel refused wine and cigarettes as dramatic possibilities, what could we do? We had to be content with dark hints and Mr. Granger ' s silk hat and other apparel, which did awfully well except when Betty ' s small sister in the audience shrieked, There ' s Daddy ' s hat, there ' s Daddy ' s pants! Hardly a male member escaped that comment. Nobody ever knew what he did that night. In spite of our most rakish pretenses, however, we might have turned out a most moral production. Witness the whole night spent by the entire committee to save Lucia ' s char- acter and get her to San Francisco in daylight, considering the fact that her companion was to be Monic — in fact, Monic in white spats (an inevitably immoral proceeding). Finally we hit upon a fast aeroplane and an afternoon flight, only to have John C. Winston foil our efforts by deleting from the program the vital words evening of the same day. After that, naturally all pretense at morality was futile. Of course, I did my best to liven up the studio scene with artistic life studies. (Betty always made an obliging model, having been known to stand on one foot, nymph-like, for hours.) But only two got by— those I showed Hel several days before, carefully prepar- ing her mind for a week in advance, with elevating comments on the steemulating signeeficance of the nude. I learned more from costuming Banner Show, I think, than from any other course in college. I believe that the ability to crush the brazen effrontery of a clerk who shows me material for 12 cents when it can be got at Berg Bros, for 1134. is something that will never leave me. And they say that a college education unfits one for domestic slavery! Of course, considering who did Banner Show, no wonder it was what it was. Monk ' s lament after the triumphant performance is historic: I don ' t see why fathers couldn ' t see it, especially married fathers. Emily Crane Russell. 1 Hel. This is no afterthought— it was stated at the time. —39— ftabnor ebeemeb SO many and divers have been the activities of Radnor ' 17 that were I to attempt a rehearsal of them I should bring down upon my inoffensive head the wrath and indig- nation of the editors, to say nothing of my hopeful readers. But all roads lead to Rome, and as food is the characteristic in which we differ from all others, that shall be the chief subject of my discourse. Far be it from me to say that Radnor ' 17 lives to eat, but eat to live is not the truth. The usual What! prune souffle again? This is the third time in a week, dulls our ears as those of our classmates residing elsewhere; but we take vigorous action on this matter. Breakfast proving unsatis- factory, as it nearly always did, eleven o ' clock showed Roomy and me systematically raid- ing in search of sustenance for the impending Latin. Midnight teas were a regular occur- rence in Beth Porter ' s room. Many an orgy of tea and gossip has gone on behind that innocently closed door. Many a time has Louise left our midst, fearing for her prestige and quieting power over the Freshmen. Heloise gazes fondly at another new picture, reply- ing with never-failing calmness to eager inquirers, Oh, dear child, no! He ' s in San Fran- cisco. No! that one ' s gone to Canada. This is from Georgia. Fanny keeps up a rapid fire of puns, which in self-defense no one listens to; Jane sits in dreamy silence waiting for the next poem to come. Roomy is discussing with anybody or everybody the merits of the Faculty; Reba automatically translates Latin verse, while Olga and Dora peacefully sip tea from Beth ' s best blue cups. A tiny gray something slips from Fanny ' s hand across the floor towards Dora. With a wild shriek, Dora leaps regardless for the mantle, and only returns to sanity (and wrath) after recognizing a small piece of tin and a string. She hastily departs, slamming the door behind her. Louise suddenly appears. I ' m very sorry, but this is the second time, you are all proctored. A brief silence — and repeat! Doris Marie Bird. 1916— n 3Jmage By Janet Randolph Grace A certa in sn tf-BaU part m n a Fort, just out side theJEtfol-ary and PenV roke West K ok cerfsoredi Writers ts shojuld be Warned. A processipa ageaiot- ln whicl ible J conversational French in Purpie, r thi: mtp on£ oyer on medallioned hai to u yellow smock. . . . The classics, JVrawhcds, b llei skirt. A dianfond ring. H re one speaks ii Ohinla. A weeping poet, whose (imply protected From her own )le£sing dash of the doubtful; a £adyji (; and a prevalence or dim spirituf, .Lrglit requisite for thleticy Ifalos ' Un the whole a go bd, Neutral bac 1 ' roundlfor Iijel Harris 1 . tCrescen AOI N. B. — Aren ' t we some editors? Well, even we would be grateful for any light on this masterpiece. Cotal Recall THE pious atmosphere of Rock is said to be unequalled, but in spite of its virtuous surroundings 1917 has continued to turn out rather like ministers ' sons. Early freshman year, in response to the charge that we were snobs, we gave a tea for the rest of the class. Among those present was Lucia, who enjoyed herself to the extent of eight cups of ice cream : it hurt us more than it did her. We were charter mem- bers of the Anti-Blot and Anti-Grouch Clubs, sponsored respectively by Presidents Thomas and Cox. The latter received a funeral wreath, after being drawn and quartered, hung and drowned in effigy, to compensate for her sore toe resulting from the swimming meet. The last thwarted attempt to put us into the straight and narrow path was Jane ' s party Freshman night, from which relays stole away at regular intervals to collect tooth brushes, while others occupied the warden with Bump and the Jolly Miller. Sophomore year we were more sinned against than sinning, in the dining-room espe- cially. And here we learned very thoughtfully that they also serve who only stand and wait. That year a genuine sweat shop for songs was created, from which the Skilled Italian Band developed. But its career was short Lived; the fateful Song of Sandwiches was a death blow. After that we heard the refrain, Remember you ' re a Junior, so long that we actually began to believe it, in spite of the frivolous behavior of some of our elders in distributing Faculty hats as souvenirs during an English Club reception. When we saw a certain sorely tried gentleman tricked by the Freshman with an empty purse and string, we smiled loftily, concealing the decadence of our innermost souls. Rock has always been noted for its kindness to beasts. In fact, the Endowment Fund Committee realized handsomely on the ransom of the hundred and sixty-eight forced to greet returning chapel-goers late one Sunday evening. Like the other halls, collectors are omnipresent and omnivorous (we do not claim this virtue as belonging exclusively to —42— Rock), and it is whispered that in Senior year our Endowment Fund Committee collected three times from one list. Is it because of our evil past that we haunt the winding halls till ghostly hours? Even in Haverford it is known that figures swathed in long draperies are found myste- riously slumbering on one ' s floor in the morning. Of this same species are those who sleep, or say they do, on the roof between showers. But in one respect Rock cannot be equalled — in unique and original plumbing. It is so responsive, especially to cold weather! What is there in the whole course of college to compare with the early morning plunge from bed into a seething stretch of boiling water, often stretching clear across the room, and the loving pursuit by a steaming current on the way to breakfast? Nothing is more common than the resigned remark, Oh, yes, both mine burst this morning! But in spite of such peculiarities, we are recognized by the whole class as worthy objects of envy. Our triumph lies in that famous song, I wish I were a little Rock. Rock, 1917. —43— Jfrom tfje 3tas(tfcie (But not on the Inside) ON entering Rock from the Arch, take the opposite door to the one on the dining-room side, ascend the only steps immediately visible and keep straight down the corridor in the worn groove till the second door on the right. If entering by the campus door, turn immediately down the path to the right, which you can ' t miss, follow around the turn of the corridor down a few steps where the track begins again to the seventh door on the left. Both these directions lead to THE SANCTUM, oh you who are ignorant and unknowing! Within this mystic shrine, whence the fragrance of many flowers ravishes the approaching neophyte, abides the reason why the (h) elements of Rock do not think that Heaven is their home. No, they prefer the personification of the opposite. And this proves, in spite of the reputation for piety which Rock enjoys with the rest of the college, that the heart of Rock is in — I tremble to use the awful words. Now the habits of this deity are inexplicable but ever gracious, even to the refractory Freshmen who have been, shall I say (h)eliminated. Around the shrine are countless little pots and jars mysteriously connected with the hellenic rites, containing flowers of every possible beauty and variety. Tender hearts, too, are part of this religion. The initiate have the utmost regard for their little brothers of the animal kingdom. Truly the sublime goddess, to whom my humble pen can never render just praise, will long be remembered in the hearts of her worshippers. Even those who judge without the passion of adoration will agree that her place here has been unique. To her inspira- tion are due many of those qualities in ' 17 so endearing to the rest of the world, the men- tion of which would be superfluous. Ave, Salve, Vale! [Monic (sternly): Betty, where ' s the point? Distracted Editor (in character): Oh, Hell!] Elisabeth Sherman Granger. N. B. — And yet they made me do that hellish Golden God. Monica. —44— teotffj, £scar! THOSE are historic words! That year history was made in B. M. C. Fernsey could always speak for himself, so to our own part. An Ideal Husband is some expe- rience! How many of you have waked up morning after morning to face an hour of heavy love making before your nine o ' clock? We have! Indeed, if Margaret Henderson had suspected what scenes of passion went on behind the doors of 16-20 Pembroke West, Junior-Senior Supper Play would have been Nat ' s Waterloo, as Banner Show was mine! But triumph sat upon our standard; H. J. S. didn ' t say Red Cross Nurse to our love scene. And from the front row Mr. King blushed to think of May Day when he ques- tioned my soul and my ability to make lov-v-e. To watch the same H. J. creeping across Miss Branson ' s room with Con Wilcox after him is a sight equaled only by that first look at Lady Chiltern ' s hat. No wonder Goring ' s moustache came off! The problems of that play were infinite. There was the problem of Sal who wouldn ' t be fat, the problem of keeping straight the Granger-Savage toppers, the problem of the hock and selzer, the problem of which trivial buttonhole, the problem of Doris and the trou! We were always devising new expedients and it was only Con Hall who could cry out those glorious words, I never change. Seel nearly broke up the show by bringing down the house every time she butled onto the stage in that red wig, and only Hel ' s soul struggles saved the day. And it was that day which perhaps most fully realized the ineff- able content that ' 17 consistently feels, and which Oscar himself put into words for us: To love oneself is the beginning of a life-long romance. Monica Barry O ' Shea. WHEN in the spring of 1915 we bade a tearful farewell to our departing Juniors, it was not with unmixed joy that we looked forward to your coming, 1919. The thought of Hat and Adrienne and Taftie and all the others with their dignity and verve and their unequalled grasp of affairs (our affairs!) replaced by a mob — for you were nothing less — of unknown, untutored Freshmen, was one to make even the bravest of us skeptical. But you came marching down Montgomery Pike and under Pern Arch a hun- dred strong, with ranks well closed and spirits calm, and we received you then and there as worthy members of the Odds. Since then you have lived up to that first impression. We have found you as gallant on the field of battle as in your songs you pledged to be (the first class ever known to be in such a charming condition), even though we knew you longed to snatch the victory from us. We have fought against you and beside you and tried your steel. We have no fears for the future. We feel that in your hands the college will go on as ably run as even Hat could wish. Helen Marie Harris. auce for tfje dauber Dear Sir: — Believing in reciprocity, we enclose an examination which we have prepared for you. We feel that you have no right to resent any of these questions which we consider our masterpiece. The answers are due on Tuesday evening and will positively not be accepted after Wednesday noon. Please return all quiz books and scratch books to the examiner at the end of the hour. Yours truly, The Neo Decadents. P.S. — If this needs enlightening we should be glad to hold a further meeting to explain it. Motto — This is not meat for minor Englishers or fools. (It is suggested that a proper division of time should be about as follows: Question 2, one hour; question 1, five minutes; the remainder of the questions, the rest of the time.) I. Taking the following extracts as examples, compare the authors with respect to their at titude towards examinations: (a) Cracks the Globe and feathers, feathers. (6) Our questions are a mortal brood Our work is ever lasting. (c) And fruitless knowledge clouds my soul And fruitful ignorance irks it more. (d) There is no Hell save earth, Which serves the purpose doubly well. (e) In helpless impotence to try to fashion Our woe in living words howe ' er uncouth. II. Enumerate the books you omitted to bring to class this semester. N. B. — We shall not hold you responsible for this, because we can only speak at second hand. III. Critise the author of Gosh, Oscar and Wow. Compare these terms in respect to their power of expressing lyric emotion. —47— IV. Finally— What would you do with and for Algernon. (Hint: what we did.) V. Explain fully the following passages (taken from student ' s note books) : (a) Testament of a man with a beard. (b) My head is like a wren. (c) Villa Maester. (d) Burgher ' s of the North. VI. What did God see when he looked in Blake ' s window? VII. Discuss the form and content of the following: Alice Maynell, Katherine Tynan, Christina Rossetti and Mrs. Browning. VIII. Discuss the Spirit of Earth in Autumn, with special reference to Meredith ' s alcoholism. IX. Discuss the idle singer with an empty head, and tell what he did for Laus Veneris. X. Discuss The Hymn to Color, with special reference to the harmony of Baudelaire ' s hair, Swinburne ' s hair, and the Purple East. XI. Penultimately : With special reference to the Ballad of Hell discuss: Why did they Burne Jones, why did not Swinburne and where did Byron? XII. And now really finally(?)!!! How old was Swinburne when he nearly died? How old were you when Swinburne died? Which was the younger, or Shelley? XIII. For how long would you be willing to be insane to have written Lacrimae Musarum? Give reasons for your answer with special reference to the other Asylum Poets. —48— M Ktnni inalf« won by 1918. Captain— C. SlTYWi Manager M Wiiaard 4 7Vo  M TsWsWON ( ' ■ ! ' I EVBM H I.rvr Second Team V -WITH Im.IiviHimI cup won bf Class Champion— M Icnnu Bsublr Championship won by 1917. ■ t Team M. Thompson M WnJLUm -rrvam M I l i UNO I -WITH SstDRd r om I iV ' MNO I (iRAKOER ! II. LETT H (Jreehoco I IlcSSELL I II ' w-OMBE On Vanity M THOMPSON M  RD Wtktf Claw championship won by 11)17. A ' irW Team witmin Ma n ager M - mteroood L. Brown V Lit. nrin i M - vrrr.Hoooo M u I uu II II HRI |. F«i t s l 1 K. Duller M Thompson r l an BrRRM Tram Captain -C, M alone Manag e r E. Hemenwat V I r v w (I Knxotn •LUKR 0, MaLONE I HEMENWAT I M •UOMRr. C Hall I Kwr.RaoR Junior 8ear K RtTRSELL D ShIPLET - InjjrrT. Third Team Captain— E. Gi Or I ' d M Thomson II J I ' I Urowk I HIIKLO 8 mh$ F. Com Champion-hip won by 1917. CoRlaiR— M B rTR 0000 Team M WlLLARO II VU.PORT tTTKRGOOD E. Ft TUCKER l li I.ITTRnELO I I llCSSELL llrnr relay record broken by 1917—1 min. II I College rrrord equalled by M Scattkroooo in 88 ft. swim on front — 15 3.5 I ■Ulrr 9 U Championship won by 1918. t Team Captain- M ft « rrEROOOO Manager X I.m imixo II HvRMIs C HaLL M n i %H I iTTHnixo M. Statteroooo I w Second Team Captain — a 1 1 Manager — K Blodoett II t.LPORT E. RUSSELL K Dl II K- I I tTLENER - IrxurTE K. Blodoett II lUWIRWAK Or Car til y Captain — M. Willed V Davis Hall Championship won by 1917. Individual cup won )• II Cap N M Fa« Ma n ager — K. Blodoett Team II Harris I in HTIELO vtitroood A. Davis i n vir.KWAT v Douum M Wiuuas -nvoRi I K WESSON I. I ' UIJM College Records Broken Jump II. H,kr — 3 ft. -trp. ami Jump II I Rl — 31 ft. «? . nUthtt «ial! Championship won by 1917. ■ i Team Captain— J. Patuno Manager — M. Thompson II 1 1 « KRIS M ttam I Brown Miirrr. M. Thompson J I ' m 1-iko Second Teem Captain KE Manag er A. Davw Datb Hemenwat M WiiutRn C IKll II Kendio Third Team aptain—J. Hotxn On Vanity Capt.v J Pacuko U Hrown rv.vERR M II Harrbj Ttunr |f far Pernor j ear fje importance of JBeing Carncst Class Officers: President, Constance Sidney Hall Vice-President and Treasurer, Anna Snowden Wildman Secretary, Gertrude Evelyn Marie Malone Undergraduate Association: President, Agnes Dorothy Shipley Advisory Board, Helen Marie Harris Athletic Association: President, Margaret Thompson Vice-President and Indoor Manager, Virginia de Steigner Litchfield Christian Association: President, Natalie Friend McFaden Vice-President, Margaret Scattergood Self-Government Association: President, Caroline Stevens Vice-President, Constance Sidney Hall Equal Suffrage League: President, Elisabeth Emerson —53— English Club: President, Monica Barry O ' Shea Members, Janet Randolph Grace Sarah Fenton Hinde Amelia Kellogg MacMasters Thalia Howard Smith Constance Grenelle Wilcox Glee Club: Leader, Sylvia Canfield Jelliffe History Club: President, Mary Robinson Hodge Philosophical Club: President, Thalia Howard Smith Science Club: President, Amelia Henrietta Dixon Trophy Club: President, Margaret Thompson College News Board: Managing Editor, Elisabeth Sherman Granger Business Manager, Virginia de Steigner Litchfield Editors, Eleanor Lansing Dulles Natalie Friend McFaden Lantern and Tipyn o ' Bob Board: Editor-in-Chief, Janet Randolph Grace Editors, Sarah Fenton Hinde Margaret Iselin Henderson —54— WLpptv Qttn Thalia Howard Smith 88 37 Katharine Burr Blodgett 87 44 Marjorie Josephine Milne 85.73 Mary Robinson Hodge 85 33 Marian Rhoads 84 88 Janet Randolph Grace 84.40 Esther Johnson 82.90 Agnes Dorothy Shipley 82.84 Mary Sylvester Cline 82.71 Henrietta Amelia Dixon 82.03 Cock f dtye OTalfe I VERY much doubt my ability to do justice to my subject, which I may as well tell you now is Athletics. The title really tells the whole story, and furthermore was sug- gested by Monica, so you must realize how impossible a standard I have to live up to. The minute 1917 entered the athletic arena of B. M. C. persons well versed in the qualities of true greatness saw that we were bound to succeed. Our first year, following in the Freshmen paths of etiquette, we won only a few minor sports, but our superiority was not concealed by our well-behaved generosity. Gasps of wonder greeted our hockey team as they scampered down the field to the melodious strains of Hockey, Hockey — led by Hompe of the many-colored tarns and the superhuman strength. Being modest we preferred to retire without winning a game. In water polo we were not quite so polite, for we took one game just to show Lil that in the water at least she couldn ' t frighten us, and also we wanted to celebrate the acquisition of Dan, our leviathan, who ever since has struck terror into the hearts of those unfortunates who did not matriculate in 1917. In basket-ball we exerted ourselves to the extent of getting into the finals, and there we yielded with scarcely a murmur because we realized the ignominy that would be the lot of those dear, dear Seniors, if they had to drop their banner so near commencement. Sophomore year we came back a thoroughly seasoned bunch of veterans. We took our athletics seriously and the result was that we won our major sports as nonchalantly as though we were Seniors or professional athletes. Under the able management of Captain Malone our second team was as successful as our first. But we did not win without some pains for our trouble — I seem to remember sore shins possessed by Nats and myself and scarcely avoided apoplectic fits on the part of Fran and Miss Applebee when during a hockey game one of our opponents resorted to handball. In water polo the Freshmen, by Flan ' s beautiful crawl and Teddy ' s long-distance throwing, hypnotized us into several ties. We ended up a most successful year by walking through basket-ball, for we had noticed how —56— well our banner looked on the Gym, the only trouble being that showers of shot greeted those who stood below to admire. Our Junior year we were inclined to rest upon our laurels. We scraped through hockey on a little good playing and a great deal of brass and luck, ingredients with which we have always been well supplied. Water polo saw Teddy ' s star in the ascendancy, which unfor- tunately we were unable to eclipse. Basket-ball as usual came our way, though with a good dose of scare, administered by our Freshmen. Perhaps the most important thing this year was the death blow we dealt to the system of training. After a night of carousing with that Ideal Husband of ours, Hel rose up early and ran and skipped and jumped us to the long end of the score in the track meet. Senior fall we devoted our attention to hockey for the last time. In fact, we were so devoted that we lost sight of tennis altogether. But hockey satisfied us. No oppo- nent ' s ball crossed our goal line and Lina Stevens had taken time from Self-Gov. to instruct our forwards in the art of goal shooting. How puffed up at least eight of us felt when Varsity sent All-Philadelphia to defeat to the tune of 3 to 0. What we do in water polo remains a question for dispute. For my humble part, I can ' t help thinking that, gray- haired as we are, we can squeeze to the top somehow. We may now be too old and decrepit to keep winning fresh bouquets and medals, but we can look back and say that while we were in college no one was anxious to draw us first in any game, and though some may look upon us as old hens, no one can dispute the glorious fact that for four years we have been the Cock o ' the Walk. Margaret Thompson. (That doggone dangerous girl.) 1 1 Editor ' s note. —57- gtoeetneaa anb lUjrtt ; or, OTfjat rt Uh for flla li T F you have never felt the teeckle and teengle of aesthetic expeerience, read no further. The rest will be no more than primeeval star dust to your compreehension. We want this to be perfectly clear. We ' re used to it and we know what it means, but we want you in on this too. And now to get away from the sordeed horror of our dailee life, we will plunge into an exposeetion of the cold steenging ecstasy. As surely as we are all born in oreeginal seen, we are all born weeth bad taste. How- ever, with true humeelitee, the eelasteecitee of muscular teesue, and what not, this com- fortable state may be eeleeminated. The odour of sancteetee is as real as the odour of violets — no doubt about eet! This is simple and hardly needs comment! The Meedle Ages were not dirty, their minds were on weemen and not on what they were. It is a slow, warm pureefeecation. Comfort is vulgar ! If you do not read Theodore Dreiser, whom do you read? Eet ees life weeth a peen preek; eet ees life as you leeve eet. As this stands, we admit a slight incoherency, but in justification we must admit that there were gaps in which we slept, lulled by the monotonous murmur of eendeeveedual exposeetion. But now we come to the apotheosis of this matter, to the Far Fetched and Dear Bought — how dearly bought we only know! When that quiz was put upon the blackboard, we, who had passed beyond the Philistine stage, we merely asked with a faint quiver, Do you see what I see? — and turned on the aesthetic eemotion. The theme was again the Eternal Feminine. We were asked for our personal opinions and — we gave them! Though the subject demanded delicacy, we felt that we were deli- cate enough for anything. Need we say more! Emily Crane Russell. Elisabeth Sherman Granger. —58— 8 iHab dent ' or ' a Jltgljt ' s; ©ream (A broad band of red outlines the picture-frame stage. At the back the Acheron flows past. Tfie near bank slopes gently down to the foreground, which is in semi-darkness. Here and there groups of shades waiting. Enter a large shade closely attended by two lesser shades. The large shade comes down center with a swinging stride. The lesser shades walk almost beside him.) The Large Shade: Have you any plan yet? (Silence.) Ah turned one up last night. It merits consideration. Ah ' ve not read it myself, so of course Ah speak at second hand. Oh, Ah meant to bring that book over today, but Ah forgot it. (The second lesser shade giggles, pulling at the tail of the shirt of blue and white checked gingham which adorns it; but the first lesser shade turns and begins running quickly back the way they have come. A very tall shade leaves one of the groups and advances smiling. It is a beatific smile.) The Very Tall Shade (slowly): Suppose a cannibal came to — Well (abruptly), I was over there — The Large Shade (quickly): Yes, yes, Ah ' ve been there and perhaps some of you have. (A nearby group of shades look blank, but make a note of it. —59— Re-enter the second lesser shade, running. It carries a book. The large shade receives it, nodding.) The Large Shade: Now, it will be necessary to — to — to boule verse. Ah really can ' t think of the English word. (A flump shade, accompanied by the shade of a dog, steps up.) The Plump Shade (decidedly): We must get away, we must. Look {picking up the dog). Look! (excitedly). I can no longer feel the pu-ush of the fle-esh against my hand! (The dog shade gaps distressfully. As the large shade hesitates, a brisk shade about which plays a rosy glow steps up.) The Brisk Shade (helpfully): Now if it were a lion of force, you could give it this. (It holds out the shade of a napple. A gentle shade joins them.) The Gentle Shade: And have you found anything new? We ' ve been here a long time. Since we came queens have died, young and fair. A Small Thin Shade (shaking the hair back from its forehead and excitedly) : Now if these rascally Republicans hadn ' t stolen all the armoured cru-eesers, we ' d get away easy. In Virginiah — (It is interrupted by the languid entrance of a lank shade supporting on its arm a golden bracelet.) The Gentle Shade: Beauty is but a flower. The Plump Shade: I feel the teeckle and teengle of an aesthetic eemotion! The Large Shade: Wow! The First Lesser Shade (softly): Wow! The Second Lesser Shade (softly): Wow! (The shades crowd around tlie newcomer, all except one group, which consistently notes down everything.) The Lank Shade: I don ' t know why you ask me. Everything I think of seems funny and trivial. Perhaps I can be more interesting another time. (He flounces away.) (There is a splashing sound that gradually grows louder and down Acheron from the left comes a rowboat vigorously propelled by a sturdy shade. There is a murmur of —60— excitement in which the voice of the small thin shade is heard lamenting that its not an armoured cru-eeser from Virginiah. The sturdy shade makes a nicely calculated landing, carefully moors the boat and steps ashore deliberately.) The Skinny Shade: Beautiful to behold! The Gentle Shade: Brightness falls from the air! The Sturdy Shade (taking out its watch): I ' m two and a half minutes behind my sched- ule. Have you found a way to get out of this fix? (The shades shake their heads.) The Sturdy Shade: The trouble is you lack organization. Promptness, Precision, Pro- portion ! I ' m under the suspicion that that combination will get you anything you want. The Gentle Shade: I am sick and I must die. The Sturdy Shade: Nonsense — Come, every one of you — write out in three lines your suggestions. Plan your answers, be specific. (The shades quickly hand in written slips.) The Sturdy Shade (stamping each slip as it is received): There! Now each one of you take hold of this somewhere. (He points to the band of red running round the picture- frame stage.) (The shades hurry about, but there is no confusion, no disorder. They grasp it.) The Sturdy Shade: There! Simplicity, Soundness and System can achieve anything — even an Ideal Husband. Now just before you pull, take a long breath. (The shades do. Nothing happens.) The Sturdy Shade: Why — that ' s nothing but tape — push! push! (Nothing happens.) (The Sturdy Shade steps over the footlights and looks at the enclosing band. He turns.) The Sturdy Shade: They ' ve got us where they want us. We can ' t do a thing. I didn ' t know who was responsible — this tape is red! The Skinny Shade (triumphantly): Of course it ' s Red — you silly ass! Monica Barry O ' Shea. —61— @ h Mest i WLttt PEMBROKE WEST has no great distinction— it ' s quite nondescript. Its charm, like that of the old darkey ' s second husband, lies not so much in what we is as what we ain ' t. Here ' s Rock on our left as a living example of piety and tradition and song — and East on our right with Self-Government constancy and Undergraduate busyness — yet we go on our way securely unimpressed. En masse we don ' t even gossip like Merion, probably because we even want to gossip about each other. But the fact remains that we bouleverse tradition and divided we stand. I heard a Freshman whisper, All the Seniors in West have tea every day, but there ' s nothing in that either. By all the Seniors she meant Monica, and then anyhow there are those aristocratic Suburbs! Ruth describes us as sects- within-sects; it sounds bad, but I hope she means Margaret Henderson, etc., with the white mice; or Monic, etc., with the 1915 monkeys. Ruth ' s strong point is puns. She is ahead of all living women on the subject and almost up with Jimmy with two a minute — Miss Willett, will it — will it? Miss Pauling, apalling, is it not? But West has its advantages. There is Miss O ' Shea, from whom Mr. King assures us we have a very unusual opportunity to acquire charm, and this year she is quite ready to devote herself to us, since every higher class has left. Here ' s Gertie, ready to cook for us day or night — though the young girl has been solemnly warned by one who has been here twenty years that cooking destroys all feeling for the German language. And our sleuth-hound Ruth is ever ready for the trail. (N. B. She has never been able to dis- cover the cause of all Catty ' s mysterious Friday trips to town.) Small matter that we think the seamless sweater rather intimate apparel — though I believe Hel ' s blue one has seams. The Iron Woman as always is rampant and uninfluenced and sits amid an horrendibus umbris of needles looking like the Sheep in Alice. But there are more serious things too, preparedness for example. Even Dor herself couldn ' t find fault with us here. We are rarely proficient. Ruth, in spite of that famous confession, I am weak, I admit it, is an expert in manipulating the long distance phone- then Red Cross Jeanetta, with tireless energy, arranges clothing for the army while Monic personally looks out for the navy. On the whole, Miss Pat says, no students have ever been Seniors like this year ' s. Honi soil qui mal y pense! Anna Snowden Wildman. Slob Hibre I love to sit in the semi-darkness Among a lot of people And listen to vocational quavers That are all abstract sweetness Except the title. I delight to have my appetite, That is keyed only to acquire facts, Surprised with unanticipated appetizers In the way of generalities While time flies. I love to think of the delightful ladies So tactfully dressed and well bred, At the top of the ladder, that they Really cannot associate with the bottom. And then too they are having Such a good time. They talk about the kind editor, And the hat they wore on their first day ' s work. Yes, indeed, if in their emotion Their sentences do not become Mixed. And they make appeals, forgetting that wq cannot help them. As I listen from the semi-darkness, Mute and passive behind the hat of the lady in front, I feel that these are determined To give me their ideals, And I will never know how they Hold their jobs. I can only wonder ! Constance Grennelle Wilcox. ftasan $embrofee; or 3Hje TOap of tfje GKHortti vl Pictorial Panorama Time: Any evening in the years 1913-17. Place: The Pembroke Dining Room. Dramatis Persons: About fourteen Hungry Heathens. Act I. (Giving the donne of the piece.) Miss Pat is seen enthroned at one end of the table. On either side of her Mart and Steve, then a long gap and finally a wary group clustered at the other end. The other table presents a misleading picture of consecutive amity. Lucia and Catty from across the table tug hopefully at a blue plate. From the center of the table a small chop smiles placidly. He has eluded them both. Second helps for all, three for Milly, who missed her second egg this morning. Shall we go, or shall we sit? Act II. (The plot thickens.) Scene the same; one year later. The table no longer rests upon its legs, but upon twenty-four finger tips held high in air. Beneath the festal board one Hungry Heathen lies prone. At the head of the table sits a terrorized father. Years later the Suburbs said it, He must be suitably entertained. At the other table there is a perceptible rift in the lute. Act III. (The climax.) Scene the same; one year later. Monic asks Anne to ask Lizzie for some more of something. Everybody is helped again. At one side of the table there is a clustering of heads. Some one is telling the latest Chew story (about Mary Shelley) and he said, ' Ah ' m tired of telling you difficult —64— stories. ' ' Along the table there is a stretching of necks beyond the natural limits, and a waving of hands that only ceases when the poison has been completely disseminated. We must all be in on everything. Not so the other table, where now quite apparently some (to quote the old morality) act like devils, nothing amiable. The small becurled Heathen has finished the nth plate of ice cream, and as we rise to leave, Mart ' s gentle tones ring through the empty dining-room: Isn ' t it strange how in Junior year men have suddenly come into our lives. Act IV. (Denouement.) Scene the same; time the present. To the outsider (Larie of immortal memory), the table has become a mere group of roues, plus Mart the disillusioned churchman. Major English Drama has got in its deadly work. Of the two women representing the dishonest love of the king, Ida is to be the more admired, for the countess had a husband. (Chew asked Mart if she really meant this curious philosophy.) But all is not lost, for Milly ' s verdict is that Shakespeare at least is pure. At the other table the Suburbs are now definitely devel- oped and a long vista of| white table-cloth protects them from inferior contacts. Savage leaves out all Chew ' s put in. Yea, verily the old order changeth. Milly can still take her second egg, but for the rest — the romance of youth is fled, we are become Resigned Realists (following Fielding). We Plan our answers and we are Specific. Agnes Dorothy Shipley. 1920 VZOU ' LL write on 1920, Maria, said the editor-in-chief. And when I endeavored to show her that I could not write on a subject of which (or should I say of whom?) I know so little, one of the editors said, Oh, that ' s all right; you can, and be sure to make it snippy. But although we knew 1920 only slightly (what Senior class is ever very intimate with Freshmen?), there seems to be no particular reason to be snippy about them. Those of us who were in Rock had no particular love for them, I fancy, but that was partly due to a Certain Unfortunate Incident in connection with the Endowment Fund. In Merion we lived quite amicably. And who will ever forget the profuse apologies for their Shower Song which they offered to our leading pacifist, with the slogan Peace at any price. Early in the year the coloristic Zella and Queenie attracted instant attention to Pembroke, where nerves were shattered by hearing constant calls for M. Cary. Though 1920 made various false starts, they really did pretty well considering their sisterly handicap. On the whole, that very decent vote not to invade Senior sanctums on Freshman Night is characteristic of their temper, and as the mighty Seniors go on their way growing grey and growing fat, we say good luck to 1920. Mary Baetow Andrews. —66— (Eije Spmn of ftate; or, tEtye tranquil ftfjirteen THERE are so many subjects that must be avoided in reporting a typical Merion conversation that really the difficulties can scarcely be overstressed. For example, the war is suggested, and immediately Con, Thalia, Nats and Marian break forth into the original peace yell: Boom! Damn the fighters ! Boom! Damn the U-boats! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Peace! Or again, the favorable, or unfavorable, qualities of the English Club, and instantly freez- ing glances congeal the speaker if by any chance Sally or Thalia are near at hand. The least tactful of persons could scarcely discuss bridge playing on Sunday with the president of C. A. nearby; and of course everyone knows that the shortcomings of the Politics depart- ment can never be included in any courteous Merion conversation. With this by way of editorial explanation for certain glaring absences in the list of conversational topics, I introduce you to Merion 1917 — a typical luncheon conversation. Maria (preparatory to asking for dues long since wiring her or for better attendance at song practices): These flowers? Yes, they are good looking. (Rather apologetically; although if they must send her flowers we prefer to have them as attractive as possible.) Do you mind if I ask once more for that money for ? Ammie: Well, homely men can be awfully nice just the same, Lovey! (Lovey laughs, unconvinced.) And anyway, Crenshaw ' s voice Marian (sotto voce): Now that Tenney ' s in Rome, I ' m sick of discussing professors. Where ' s that copy of Dostoevsky that I got out of the Lib for you, Maria? I thought that was exceedingly interesting. Issie (interrupting in her own positive way): Oh! You do? Well, I don ' t! Nats (as usual, pouring oil on the troubled waters, tactfully changes the subject): Sally, I missed you at basket-ball yesterday! Did Miss Crandall finally arrive at the tea? —67— Ammie (still absorbed in Iter own thoughts): Ryu, don ' t you think homely men can be awfully nice? Doris (very much worried): I still have two books to do for Savage before finals, and there are only six weeks left! (Sally raises her eyebrows hopelessly. Silence falls, and every one moves up until only three of the thirteen chairs are being occupied, for Maria is retailing the latest in sleuth.) Maria: Well, ' 19 says Ammie (returning at last to this interesting earth): Poor Waco! (Greenie now dashes in, unbelievably late and asks: Where do you suppose I ' VE been? And, strange to say, every one groans while Mary Worley remarks squelchingly , I CAN ' T imagine! That man never said anything interesting enough to hold ME. ) Con: Well, honestly, that physics — Listen, Doris, take that salt away from Ee-ss-abella. I can ' t even see her now! Marian: Oh, I found one awfully sleuthy passage in Clarissa. Did you see it, Sally? Sally (disconsolately): Oh, no ' It ' s just my luck to have skipped that! Lovey: Have the German submarines sunk any more boats? (Which, on the surface, seems a laudable interest in current events, but, translated by the initiate, means, Are you playing bridge tonight, Fiends? ) And now, complying with a Freshman ' s request that her mother be permitted to hear a typical college song, ' 17 breaks forth into: One rainy day, in a crowded car, Yours truly sat inside, followed by ' 19 ' s My mother-in-law, she is dead. Then just, to prove we are quite human, we sneeze three times for Mrs. Freshman: Hish! Hash! Sussia! which, when well done, is really quite impressive you know. And then we depart, singing soulfully, How would you like to be kissed by Dou-ga-las Fair- banks? and gloom settles over the dining room. Thalia, alone, continues to eat, mutter- ing, Now that Tom has gone, I needn ' t hurry. I really think if that man had stayed until Tom-morrow I ' d have had (p)Tom-aine poisoning! Isabella Stevenson Diamond. —68— ing HliUoto, mg MltUoto r T HE intense Irish melancholy that Mr. Francis Hackett said permeated The Rush Light was nothing to the melancholy that descended on that fatal nine- teenth of April when it was announced that we had raised our coach to be a soldier. (Personally I shall always blame Hel for inspiring him — at the very first rehearsal he loved that authoritative triple knock of hers and the way she gripped her musket on You ' ll not be seeing him a gain. ) When we stopped emotionalizing to think, however, we realized it was quite in accord with the climactic career our Senior play had already had. In the early fall we had started pursuing one Noble Spaniard for which H. J. S. beat upon his desk. Hel stalked that fellow (the gringo) all over New York one week end, and even after that we couldn ' t get trace of him. Then the special deliveries with Charles Frohman began. That was quite a rare correspondence — rarely expensive. We dallied with the Morals of Marcus and a few other costly manuscripts and then Con after chapel told us we were announcing the play at one-thirty. Climax number one! That ' s where we fooled her; we did it. I can see now that we were too guileless in accepting all Savage ' s enthusiasm for our war measure as the bona fide stuff. There it was — that word war. Everything went very nicely for a while. Then came climax number two — that Moth. I swore when Hel turned her back to the audience and opened out her arms she ' d be a whole drop curtain, and Hel was a lady and didn ' t swear at me. But they were firm and I ' d made the fatal mistake of divulging that Adeline Gibson was costuming my Golden God, and they wouldn ' t even let me try for the Moth. So I ' m going to do Goring in Gold. Rehearsals were unique. Doris and Greenie reduced us to mirth every time they opened their platitudinous mouths, and Thai blew about the stage in a way that fascinated me till I forgot to practice the impossible — the Golden God dances very beautifully by himself. Along here in the rehearsals came minor climaxes — as Savage said, It ' s —69— difficult, this reckoning wi th the authors. But we forgave him all when he briskly alter- nated as Thistledown Triumphant and a Marquis, or voiced for Con the passionate wailings of Kathleen on lov-v-e. Things were going with a vengeance and we were on the crest when The Climax came. And here we are now, facing the production with no Lord High Executioner. No more shattered nerves from the bang of that dumb- bell. No more bellow of Wrong foot! No longer will Nats clutch my shoulder a la Mable and whisper, Oh, he ' s so fierce, and henceforth Steve can sit on her prompter ' s chair (with a back) without trembling. And is it sing willow, sing willow? Indeed no — as P. T. said when he told her that the one thing he hated to leave was the Senior play they too must show that they can be depended upon. So following close in the tradition of the Ideal Husband, we are going to make this just as shiny a laurel wreath for H. J. and for 1917 as there ' s paint in the pot. And, moreover, it was the first time ... in Bryn Mawr . . . 1917 did it. Ha! Ha! and Cock-a-doodle-doo! Monica Barry O ' Shea. —70— Sentimental Scientists It is indeed a Difficult task for one of scientific Bent To find in the halls of that emporium of science cognomened Dalton Much trace of sentiment. But even if One regards college life Entirely from the Academic view point And believes the afternoon just begun at five forty-five, There have been some points on the horizon That could not be overlooked. To any one at all familiar with the Dalton of Year Before Last Or even Of the Year before That, We need not mention the name of the especially distinguished Student of Biology Inevitably followed by a smiling professor Who follows more and more as years roll on. Surely that was a case of true sentiment! Perhaps such are confined to the second floor. Yes, even now has Daytime for Miss Pinney charms. But no! Who ' s not heard Rumours of Chasing shirts for Trophies? And every one realizes what lions of infinite attraction are found In barns . But why concern ourselves with facts so obvious! We have been told the greatest scientists of old Were sentimental. Can it be that the Inmates of Dalton follow them, Or is there some elixir in the dust of the dark halls And creaking stairs? Henrietta Amelia Dixon. present rmsi— Jfortoarb Jfflardfj I HAVE often wondered whether it is worse to thrust a fairly respectable title upon an unsuspecting public and promptly proceed to betray the beautif ul trust thus inspired, or to offer gems of thought with no title, and thereby betray oneself! Thought gems are indeed among the possessions of ' 17 — for proof refer to the other pages of this same book — but I have seldom succeeded in grasping their intricate meaning — and so I am forced to select an inspiring title. I feel it is impossible to apologize sufficiently for the article that follows; therefore I shall ask Bryn Mawr ' s noble four hundred to occupy the reviewing stand at once, and their Faculty, even as they wait, shall pass before them. I attended the Faculty Concert; I have also heard many rumors of travels in Guate- mala and prospective ones in South America. Accordingly I first present to you the Brigadier General advancing upon a snow-white mule called Petulance and dressed as nearly as possible to fit the medium of any fourth century coin. What am I offered, rings out upon the air, and we realize, shamefacedly, that Rhys knew what a hit he was making that night, and that he will probably continue to sell his own pictures quite blatantly even in the presence of the famous Hindenburg reserve! Miss Branson has been laboring for some months on suitable food for the cannon, and her best product now heaves into sight, puffing lustily. We have no difficulty in recognizing Dr. Chew. I doubt if he could con- ceive of any one not on the job at the present time! And when I tell you he resembles an Indian war chief, wrapped in a certain red blanket, I think, in decency, I can scarcely say more! Just by way of contrast, a small urchin with yellow hair streaming to the breeze and with many large safety pins protruding here and there from various parts of her small person, has been placed directly behind. Georgiana Goddard is poodling along nearby, the dog clutched firmly in one arm, and wearing the Great Refusal, halo fashion. The next division is indeed strange and, at first sight, one might imagine some nearby town had been evacuated at the approach of the enemy; as they pass by, however, we realize that —72— they are part of the Bryn Mawr faculty— Dr. Geology Brown and the famous Brown sextette. The national gy-ard too is with us and we are now confident that no river, however un-navigubble, can ever bar their advance. Jimmy, because of the extreme importance of his task, is permitted to ride in a conspicuous red limousine, for he is sub- stituting for Wilson and is putting all necessary correspondence into the best possible English. Dr. Grey ' s famous running costume forces him to adopt a mad pace, whether he so desires or not; and true to his belief that there is only one way to do many things besides punctuate, Dr. Savage advances quite calmly and confidently according to schedule. The flowers of American womanhood (so-called on a certain memorable night in our Freshman year) will always be just behind the front, raising money as usual for some worthy cause or struggling to live up to Mrs. Smith ' s multi-colored catalogue. Wherever they may be, the maintenance of the higher education will ever be their aim. As is only fitting, a certain popular professor will deliver daily lectures on Who Will Win; or, Why I Don ' t Fight, and even as he speaks, Llewellyn will gaze down into the smiling faces of the reason. Junior Banquet. (Revised for the Occasion.) -73— Eo ( utfiiefoesi I hate Class Book meetings, They make me sick. First there are the Joyful Meetings When each of us comes in Laden with manuscripts. (There are very few of these.) And we smile hopefully at each other, Asking with cheerful good humor: What have you got? When they are read out we all sigh And wish we were cleverer. Would to God we were! Then there are the Despairing Ones When nothing happens. Most of them are desperate towards the end, But these are the worst of all. No one has any ideas; We ' ve given up looking for them. We know that such things must come, To quote from a contributor, So we wearily turn the yellow pages And wait — And wait. —74— And then there are the Determined Ones With the pressing need to do something. And these are really very bad, Because we all do do something. I hate Class Book meetings, They make me sick. Elisabeth Sherman Granger. N. B. — This sense of the meeting is unanimous. The Rest of the Editors. —75— Cenms Singles Championship won by 1920. Individual Champion — M. Cart, 1920. Captain — M. Willaed Manager — R. Levy First Team M. Thompson M. Willaed C. Stevens Second Team T. Smith C. Wilcox E. HOLCOMBE tKennte Soubles Championship won by 1920. Team M. Thompson R. Levy C. Stevens C. Wilcox M. Willaed T. Smith ©ocfeep Championship won by 1917. First Team Captain — M. Thompson Manager — M. Scatteegood L. Beown M. Willaed C. Stevens N. McFaden A. Davis V. Litchfield M. Scatteegood H. Haebis E. Emeeson M. Thompson F. Cubtin Pernor gear Second Team Captain — G. Malone Manager — M. Hodge S. Hinde H. Kendig L. Collins G. Malone E. Hemenway M. Hodge C. Hall D. Shipley E. Dulles K. Blodgett S. Jelliffe Third Team Captain — F. Iddings On Varsity Captain — M. Thompson H. Haebis C. Stevens V. Litchfield L. Beown M. Willaed F. Cubtin M. Scatteegood gtoimtmns Meet Championship won by 1920. Captain — M. Scatteegood Team M. Scattebgood V. Litchfield E. Dulles M. Willaed A. Davis E. Russell SHater $o!o Championship won by 1917. First Team Captain — V. Litchfield Manager — M. Scatteegood V. Litchfield M. Scatteegood M. Willaed C. Hall E. Dulles C. Stevens H. Haebis Second Team Captain — A. Davis Manager — H. Allpoet E. Holcombe K. Blodgett L. Chase G. Malone H. Allpoet A. Davis S. Jelliffe On Varsity M. Willaed C. Hall V. Litchfield Subs — E. Dulles A. Davis C. Stevens M. Scatteegood Vracfe iHeet Championship won by 1917. Individual cup won by H. Haebis. Captain — N. McFaden Manager — K. Blodgett Team H. Haebis E. Emeeson A. Davis E. Dulles M. Scatteegood M. Thompson E. Hemenway M. Hodge N. McFaden World record broken by M. Scatteegood in Hurl Ball —85 ft. 10 in. College record broken by H. Haebis in Running High Jump — 4 ft. x i in. College record broken by H. Haebis in Hop, Step, and Jump— 32 ft. y 2 in. -76— Cptlogue ONCE more we are called upon to epitomize our efforts in a few succinct phrases. Through many months a blight lay upon four bright young lives — lives spent in the constant endeavor to be funny at any cost. Now we realize that we have probably made a dismal failure, but we don ' t want to hear about it. 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