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

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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—

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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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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—