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

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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—

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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—

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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—