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

Text from Pages 1 - 130 of the 1919 volume:

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Ixjjtr Ijtstorg of % Wuxb of 1010 m § i 4 (Sv Cfjief War Corresiponbent Frederica Burckle Howell (j tfjer Wlwc Corre pcmbenta Mary Morris Ramsay Amelia Warner Marjorie Martin t Jtobltefjtng; pnbicate Adelaide Landon J Clara Elizabeth Hollis, Manager Adelaide Landon Louise Holabird Wood 42G412 Cpic fttsitorp of tfte OTara of 1919 ©utbe to Mar 3ctibitie Page The Victors Frontispiece Ante Bellum Preparations 7 FIRST YEAR General Staff U We Met You At The Marne 12 Who Prop, Thou Askst, In These Bad Days, My Mind? 15 Our Eight-Hour Day 17 Denbigh Forever 18 1916, Viewed By The College Thomson 21 Bravery Awards 22 SECOND YEAR General Staff 25 We Beat You At The Aisne 26 I Wish I Were A Little Rock 29 Our Life ' s A Dream, or Disillusioned By The Scarecrow 31 To 1920 32 Psychology Test of Office Redtape 33 To Our Juniors 35 Bravery Awards 36 THIRD YEAR General Staff 39 We Gave You Hell At Neuve Chapelle 40 Speech Made At The Fifth Team Banquet 42 Gotterdaemmerung, or What Not 43 The Quality Of Mercy Is Not Strained 47 —5— Page A Day In Thy Courts 48 Gee, We Like Music With Our Meals 49 Helpful Hints to Daring Doctors 50 To Our Young Allies 51 Bravery Awards 52 FOURTH YEAR General Staff 55 Graduating With Honor 57 And Here We Are Again 58 We Were All Censored Up And Had Nothing To Show 59 Peace, Perfect Peace 61 Our Presidential Ticket 63 The Origins of 1919 ' s Athletic Spirit 64 Little Rachel On The Professional Speaker 66 1922: A Study In Heredity 68 How I Passed My Shakespeare 69 Our Longest Sustained Effort 71 Llysyfran, As Her Wardens See Her 73 1919 Roll of Honor 75 Bravery Awards 76 A Tribute To The Class Of 1919 From The Class Of 1919 77 Back To Civilian Life: Directory 79 NON-COMBATANTS We HAVE KNOWN 83 nte Vellum preparation FOR the benefit of the few who didn ' t go to Tutoring School in September, 1915, let it be known at once that Tutoring School is not fundamentally an institution for the weak-minded or deficient. In the first place, there is no way for a moron to enter Bryn Mawr, and all of us got here. In the second place, consider the individual members and attainments of our student body and you will see that they are far from deficient — in fact, very efficient. 1917 was well represented by two of the famous Big Beautifuls. 1918 by their two best-looking and best known members, in fact two of the only four members who escaped Peaches en masse (see Self-Gov. minutes). These celebrities from 1917 and 1918 added much to the prestige of our members, but it was 1919 who made the Tutoring School, or perhaps better, finished it. Four of us are married. One is engaged. One suspected. And one is carrying on a lively and entertaining flirtation with a well-known repre- sentative of English society, Edward Albert Christian George Andrew Patrick David, Prince of Wales! You won ' t find any of Tutoring School among P. T. ' s Upper Ten, you see. They didn ' t have time to do much for Athena — it was a case of Laus Veneris. So much for the inmates of T. S. Now for the notable institution itself: From the first, several facts must be kept in mind — for instance, that September is the hottest month of the year in Bryn Mawr, and that September, 1915, was the hottest of all the hot Septembers; also, that the Infirmary, Tutoring School ' s main dormitory and executive building, has no screens and several million flies. It was in the midst of this heat-and-flies that T. S. opened to the public and there we arrived, winter clothes, furs, etc., prepared for a Pennsylvania winter. Work, of course, could not begin until there had been a general rearrangement of wearing apparel, and an influx of fly-swatters and mosquito netting. After this, affairs proceeded serenely and comfortably until a telegram came from one Gertrude M. Flanagan. It was then that —7— Freddy began hanging disconsolately from one window after another, watching, watching for Gurrt, that everyone began watching for Gurrt — she was something to watch for. After several more telegrams and several delays she arrived, black hair, French maid, and all. It took us (Freddy never has fully recovered) some time to regain our equilibrium. Gurrt ' s arrival however was soon to be overshadowed by that of another, the Burglar. We called him Burglar, but who knows? We never knew what he was. P. T. ' s Pinkerton detectives never knew. One thing, however, we did know: whatever he was, he was a terrible reality to us! There we were, a body of harmless creatures, living the sequestered life of students, far from masculine assistance (save the negligible protection of a bashful night-watchman), and that Burglar was persistent. He came one night, two nights, any number of nights! Win saw his shadow, Izzie spoke to him, Miss Swindler was doped by him: something had to be done! Miss Swindler bought a revolver. This hardly added to our security, for she insisted on pointing it at everyone but the Burglar. By this time also we had adopted organized action. If anyone heard any noise, whether Viv murmuring Myron in her sleep or the night-watchman ' s snoring, she was to press the bell at the head of her Infirmary bed, and instantly every other member of the T. S. was wakened and dashing for the upstairs hall, the meeting place. This concentrated move was followed by a second formation: a searching party was immediately formed, headed by Miss Swindler and the fractious revolver, tenderly supported by the faithful Janeway with some one of her members in a sling, while Milly, clad in blue pajamas and chewing-gum-paper-pink kimono, Charlie-Chaplined along behind, brandishing a cane. Marjorie dragged from bed would generously proffer her English walking-stick (a cane with a neat spike on one end to be stuck into the ground, and a little folding seat on the other end to be sat on), Marj would offer this to anyone else who cared to join the posse — and then would return to her dreamful slumber. The searching party in the meantime proceeded to search. They never found anything. Would that they had! When I think that in spite of that persistent, obtrusive Burglar we all got into college, I have to pat ourselves and Miss Ryan (Mrs. Spillane as is) on the back; and when I think of our married members I wonder how much that Burglar had to do with convincing them of the need of a few Beaux of Stratagem. Amelia Warner. —8— Jfftrat ftear B . jpyr t ff5r. J ! . ? «■ Wl. ' -♦ ■7 rl mi ■ ™ p ■ TH «dt I2iH l s Jl K 1 ' ' B 1 IB 173 ■nraTV JC wj y § •  f H P olo ij, . iVAw «o e General g taft Jfres man gear Class Officers: President, Mary Lee Thurman Vice-President and Treasurer, Eleanor Marquand Secretary, Gertrude Hearne (resigned) Mary Tyler (resigned) Frances Chase Clarke Song Mistress: Winifred Lispenard Robb (resigned) Elizabeth Biddle Undergraduate Association Advisory Board: Eleanor Marquand Self-Government Association Advisory Board: Ethel Andrews Christian Association: Assistant Treasurer, Dorothea Nesbitt Chambers (resigned) Elizabeth Biddle College News Board: Editor, Ethel Andrews —11— Wit Jfflet $ ou at tfte JHarne Scene I (Dark barn full of the choking smell of hay, lighted only by the fitful gleam of a bug light. Room: J x fy. Occupants: 186 people. Temperature: Top blown off the thermometer. One means of ventilation: A small loft door barred by six husky forms. Huge Hill of Flesh: Sh-h-h-h-h-h-h. Here we are the Freshman Class. Chorus of Whispers: Here we are Voice Outside: Are you a Freshman? Another Voice (quaveringly) : Yes. First Voice: How the devil am I to know? CRASH ' i t t i t t i t t i i i ! i t i i (Someone has entered.) H. H. F.: Here we are. Whistle from outside. S-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Five brawny figures cautiously open the door. Stocky irate sentinel seen with wiry black pig tail protruding from a bush and gesticulating violently in the moonlight below.) Pig Tail: You ' ve got to be more quiet — I heard you say Here we are. Door closes softly. Last Sound Heard: Here we are. Scene II (Montgomery Highway completely filled by 1 2b husky forms.) 250 Feet: Tramp, tramp, tramp. Whiz — bang — automobile in the ditch. Column halts. Search party detaches to investigate. Silence tense until they return. Investigators: I don ' t think they ' re Sophomores. There are two men and an old woman. Column resumes its march. —12— Elite New Yorker: Will I be allowed to stop at Rock and get my hat? Loud Chorus: NO-O-0. Short, Plump Figure with a Smile that Comes from the Heart: I wonder if that Sophomore I escaped in the village is still following me. The Belle of Fitchburg: Mine chased me clear to Haverford. Flaxen-haired Sympathetic One (since engaged): I really feel sorry for them. They probably aren ' t getting any dinner. Pig Tail: They don ' t deserve any. I should say not. They read all my letters from mother! And one climbed in my window when I wasn ' t looking! The Irish Radical from Denver: They ' re probably not a bit worse than you are. Small Unobtrusive Freshman (with intense excitement): Well, if you thinkit ' s fair to have forty of them following one person. But (triumphantly) I fooled ' em! (And the Sophomores were sitting quietly at home.) Scene IV Scene III Red skirts and glare of (Scene torches.) Round, Busy Freshman in Tomato- colored Suit (breaking ranks and rushing up to leader, eyes tense with suppressed emotion): Someone ' s try- ing to get the parade song. She ' s awful looking. (Points excitedly at Caroline Stevens.) Scene V (Pembroke Arch. Blue skirts and angry glances: You shall not pass !) Green vanguard arrives — very small and few. —13— Command: Heads down, charge. (Casualties.) Blue line bends and bends and bends and breaks. Two lines re-form facing each other. Freshmen: Do you think they got it? Oh, they couldn ' t have. Don ' t they look sad! I don ' t know — there ' s one smiling. Authoritative Whisper: Sh-h-h. Can ' t you keep quiet. trying to sing. Chorus of Voices: 1919 parade song. ' 19: Here we are the Fresh-mun Class. Ready to do our best. Hold the door, keep off the grass. There ' s nothing on ear-ear-th that ice won ' t do; For tho the Sophs look down on us, We ' ll keep our spir-uts troo: Then we ' ll cheer for Bryn-Mawr — Rah ninetee-ee-n, Ever gree-een-n but NEVER bloo-oo! ' 18: Ta-da-da-da-Noise-da-da. Ta-da-da-da-da-near. Freshman Voice: What ' s that they ' re singing? The rest of the college is Anna Reubenia Dubach. Anna Thorndike. Mary Lee Thurman. 14 tt OTtjo $vop, f)ou gfe ' £t, in Cfjesie Pab Baps, ifflp fflnW ANYONE who had anything to do with the Freshman Show of 1919, either as partici- pator or spectator, agrees that its name was well chosen. No one but the stage manager, however, can understand its intrinsic value. What does this word connote to her? Scenes slip through her mind like the pictures of a horrible motion picture film. First there was the midyear vacation of one week spent in a music room hermetically sealed and hygienically heated to 99° Fahrenheit, all the inspired resting their elbows on Miss Huntting, crouching on the piano stool, while Gat ragged in the background to try out the time, and Ethel Andrews gazed romantically through the scullery window at the red light in Dalton. Later came rehearsals and try-outs. But there are several steps that precede rehearsals: (1) The reading and censoring of the libretto by Miss Nearing and Miss Hel Harris, Guardian-in-Particular of Freshman morals; (2) The conversation with President Thomas (purely one-sided, in fact almost a monologue) ; (3) The race with Dean Maddison (in this race you see if you can run down to the gym and secure a pink slip from Miss Applebee before she can ' phone her not to give it to you. This is repeated not less than six times. The winner gets a scrap of paper.); (4) The skirmish with Miss Watson (helpful hint: when she pounds the desk, pound it yourself), from which you emerge with yellow slips to add to the collection; (5) The meekly received scolding from the Apple, who plans make-up gym classes at odd times on purpose to show the Freshmen her wonderful sense of humor; (6) The argument with the immovable janitress who begins to close the gym at 9 P. M. so as not to hurry and strain her weak heart. Obviously she has none. These preliminary tiffs having been fought to a finish, we get down to business. No one in the class has a sense of rhythm. It was at this time that Miss K. T. developed the well-known habit of thumping violently with her heel on the floor. It is hard to place girls in the choruses so that their artistic temp erament is satisfied. Nothing really goes well at the rehearsals except Nan ' s and Ann ' s stupid expressions as policemen. They are a success as usual. —15— Having surmounted the difficulties of inopportune suitors, forcible removals to the Infirmary, the Merit Law, etc., and having severed all diplomatic relations with the Office, the Gym, Miss Nearing, and Others, in the midst of open warfare, the night of Dress Rehearsal is upon us. This is also preceded by herculean efforts with the stage, hindered by Becky with a large pail of paint, and by the army of skilled Italians. Dress rehearsal is wrongly named. The imported costumes are still boiling in the Infirmary; the chorus girls are scantily clad. Three events stand out especially from the horror of this evening: our struggles with the modest Amelia over certain aids to beauty ; Feen ' s loss of an essential part of her costume, causing the friendly electrician to remark to the girl nearest him, Don ' t let that happen tomorrow ; and the near precipitation of Beatty and the Ford (three-fifths reproduction) over the foots. The following morning achieves a greater agony. Pictures are taken, and owing to the ideas on ventilation of the photographer, who must have designed the Model School, the entire cast catch severe colds. At last the night arrives. This is hazy. Lights, music, noise, and an audience unbending to an evening of joy; smaller glimpses of a cast imbibing spirits of ammonia, lemonade and milk, with touches of lip rouge; Vera hunting for her dog; Fritz suffocating as the sea-horse while Tip, through the only breathing hole, whispers hotly, For the honor of the class ; these, and the impression that everything is all right so far, are all that is remembered of the night. But Monday comes! Then we are reminded of the ushers who literally were bursting their buttons, of our general sense of indecency, of Gertie ' s pink tights. We discovered that we knew too much to be good Freshmen. Everyone started to reform us. Miss Nearing did a great deal on campus, and the Shipley School helped by actually considering withdrawing from their well-known ad the words, enjoys the educational and social advantages of a site opposite Bryn Mawr College. Marjorie Martin. —16— ®ut €tsf)t=J|our 3Bap The Dream of a Fire Drill The Awakening — only Baby Ben The Blind Staggers Down the Hall The Cheerful Cold Tubber The Restraining Influence (?) The Egg The Mail-less Door The Bierwirt During the Short Prayer, the Long Prayer, and the Other Prayer The 9 o ' Clock Tremble The 10 o ' Clock Sleep The Dash to the Village The 12 o ' Clock Hell The Empty Feeling— 12:30 Siren Carrots 1:30-2:10 — The 1919 Free-for-All Taylor Again 4 — Homeward Wends Her Weary Way ' The Casting of the Garments The Safety Pin The Search for the Garter The Rolled Stocking The Slipping in the Door The Intricacies of the Dance The Descent of the Stocking Where are your garters, you ass!?!? The Unwashed Tub The Dark Blue Taffeta Lettuce The Class Book Committee Wrangle The Rehearsal Make-up Gym 10 o ' Clock Bell— the Day Begins Chewing The Muggle Party The Daily Letter The Putting Off Till Tomorrow The Setting of the Alarm The Collapse Mary Morris Ramsay, Amelia Warner, Marjorie Martin. All classes except Mr. Chew ' s. -17— Benbigf) Jforeber ACT I, 1915-16 Scene 1. Denbigh, first floor. ' 16 and ' 17 (returning from Junior-Senior Supper Play at 2 A. M., and not liking what they see) in chorus: To put salt in a Senior ' s bed! It ' s never been done! Ad (irrevocably): Wake them up! Scene II. Denbigh 43-47 Dot Packard (to Rebecca R.): Get up and come down stairs. Rebecca: Go to the devil! (Lies down again) Dot (gasping — to me): Get up and come down stairs. Me: (a flood of tears) Dot (agonized) : Oh, Ad, what shall I do? What shall I do? Ad: Oh, come on. We don ' t want them. Scene III. Scat ' s room. Animals of all sizes, materials, species, and genders being removed from procession on floor to the book-case by cowering Freshmen. Scat: The elephant belongs on the bottom shelf. Tip (hastily putting it there) giggles ! Peg: It ' s a Hell of an honor to be president of a class like yours. Scat: The reindeer was always on the third shelf. (Exit in tears to put cold cream on her hands) Kith Godley gives us one smile! ACT II, 1916-17 Scene, Denbigh Sophomore Table. Nan (feeling mellow) : Let ' s have a fiftieth reunion. Me: Let ' s bring back all our children. I ' m going to have twelve. ' Her actual words. —18— Evehyone at Once: And our grandchildren. Where would we put them? Can ' t you see Tip with one on each arm. She has such a matronly air. And ssh-ing like a proctor when they yell. Nan will have only two wisps of hair with all her hairpins sticking through. Becky Hickman will run around in white spats flirting with our grandsons. Dorothea will have more than ever to tell about personal recollections of harem life. Oh, Pete, you ' ll be Mrs. Yeitz then— Ouija said— Tip (pounding on the table): I am not going to get married. Nan and Milly and I are going to have a pig farm in Virginia. ACT III, 1917-18 Scene, Mary and Hebe ' s room. Rebecca: 7 think pink underclothes are immoral. Me: Well suppose you had a pink evening dress — Tip: I think they are indecent. Becky H. : Not so indecent as always having pure white ones always showing. Rebecca: I think they feel loathly. Dorothea: Now, confess. Would you wear them if you had them? Liebe (with eclat) : I have a silk shirt and I never wear it till all the others are used up. Rebecca: They ' re like the luxurious lazy South, and pure white muslin embroidered ones are like the cold, stern, sturdy North. Augusta (finally): Anyone that wears pink silk underclothes is crazy. ACT IV, 1918-19 Scene, Denbigh Senior Table. Rebecca: Let ' s sing to Dosia. (We do. The other classes do likewise, ' 21 forgetting as usual whether to go up or down on the last note, and doing both.) Tip: Do you know, lit ' rally we ' ve never had anyone engaged in this hall. May I haye. the salt? Nan: We ' ve got to do something. —19— Tip: What about you, Roberta? Roberta: Oh, he ' s only a cousin. All (disappointed) : Oh ! Pete: Well, there ' s Angela. Angela: Oh, I ' m eligible for the Beau-less. I never get any letters except from home. (Smiles from those who know.) Somebody: Liebe, I think you might. Liebe: Can ' t I write to friends? Tip: Ye gawds, we must do something. Angela: Ladies, I have it. One of us will coerce a first cousin into being engaged for a month. Then we could sing to someone. (Coaxingly) You could break it off after- ward. Nan: Let ' s sing. Rebecca (with that desperate expression): Don ' t let ' s. Tip: Let ' s have lots of harmony. Dorothea: I feel just like singing. Helen P.: Let ' s sing Lantern Man. Rebecca: Oh, no. We will sing — Nan and Rebecca (alto and tenor): Listen, oh stars of the midnight blue. The Rest of us (off the tune): Of the midnight blue. (Rebecca shakes her head. Dead silence. Nan and Rebecca finish it.) All: 1921, Curtain Song to Freshman Show. (Ferth loudly and clearly sings four lines of curtain song to Sophomore Dance, and then sinks under the table. The rest of the class finishes the proper one.) All (with a sense of duty done): Now we can sing. (Two hours later curtain falls on dining room inhabited only by Seniors and sleepy maid removing last salt cellar.) Mary Morris Ramsay. Editor ' i Note: What would the Class Book be without a Denbigh write-up? Answer: What the class would be without Denbigh. —80— 1916, Vittoits Pp tfje College fjomaon As we came through the desert thus it was, As we came through the desert, Creatures dark blue, sinister, haunted our steps; made us talk in our sleep, struggled — yea, struggled grimly — mangled us with their claws; As we came through the desert thus it was, As we came through the desert, Great scarlet goddesses loomed on high, glowing like Hell, trampled the vicious worms, bore us aloft amid torch light — yea, amid sparks that burned — and murmured: That was a break; As we came through the desert thus it was, As we came through the desert, Calm, restful dreamy angels, sky-blue, our ladies of Beatitude, smiled gentle smiles; they were young once — sparkling with diamonds, waving ever a banner, unspottedly pure, never exposed to the elements ' storms — they pitied, ah, pitied us. Over the steps where they stood was emblazoned, All hope abandon, ye who enter here. Onward we struggled four years — we stand on those steps, now we know — we grasp for the hope of the hopeless. No we know what they suffered — while ever they smiled and drank tea. —21- Jkaberp SUtoarbg— :f irst fear (Tennis ft ingli ' 0 Champion-hip won by 1918. Individual champion-hip Cup — M. Thompson, 1917. First Team Captain— F. Branson B. Middle M. Pi LOOCS F. Branson Second Team R. Chadbouknk If. TlUI A. Thorndikk Class Champion, E. Bin (tennis Doubles Champion-hip won by l ; l T Team E. Biddle A. Thorndikk R. CiiAimnt iiNK M. Tvi.m A. Bviudi M. Pea k Sjockep Cbampionabip wini by 1911 Ptraf ram Captain G. II km Manager If, I ' i M I i in i. Hi Si ii. i | ( OOMBt E. Lanikk (. Kkiidmi mi E. Biddle F. Bbajoom M. Peacock R. Gati.im. F. Clarke Second Team Captain — F. Howell Manager — H. Johnson P. Fhav H. Rmd F. Horn .1.1. II. Johnson V. Mow; an A. Landon R. Dura H. Briuora E. Marquand A. Tiioknimkk D. IVt ' Captain- Third Tram -M. Rambay On Varsity Q, lli - M TxUBI Subt — A. Stii If, I ' i u fetoiinming ffleel Champion-hip won by 1917. Indi iiliml champion, L Pi 1919. Swimming Team Captain K. 1. am lit I.. I ' i 1 I i II. Sl ' AI.DlM. It DlilVKK K. I. ANI1.H P. ||.. I I I. TllOKNIHKI. P. (.AI1.1M. K. Tll.l U Coll ' 1 broken by L ' as in 136 ft. front -wim: 36 2-5 sec. Fir-t dsM nriauMfi L Pei ' Um Water JJolo Champknanip won liy lf)18. Fir. t Tram Captain V. I mi I Manager — J. Pi mn v E I.wim F Bowi u. F. Cl.AHKK M F.U 1 N J. Pbabodt D r A TllOKNMM ml Team Captain P. CliAJ Manager — C. T rsM ; I,. I ' i i i K. Tyi i ■ ( ' . I i . Ill LBJOE ; ' Htl ' s I). I I A II. Bra On Varsity P « Subs — E. Lanier A. TlIOHNOIKI (Prm (Contest Won by 1D1H. Apparatus leader — A. Stii i - Clubs leader — H. Johnson Drill leader — M. Khantz Apparatus champion, M M ( KINZ1K, 11)18. (Erark fUttX Championship won l v 1! 17. Individual hampion, II. Harris, lit 17. im Captain— U 1 1 ■ nttinu Manager If, Ki I A. Stiles If. Pi mock i I. won it Gatum . 1 1 « If. KJturn I ii 1) Bum M (.11 MAN If. Tl I I Mm HIM If. Si OTT A. Ta OE MD I JBaahct Vail Champion-hip won by 1917. First Tram Captain- V. Mum, Manager — E. I. will: M Pi m h k B. I lion J. Peabodt If. ] A. TllOHNDIKE F. HOWKLL Second Tram Captain H. ( ' iimiiuu iim Manaijrr If, Fw M I uis It ( ' llM)IKH ' RNE I ' Mall M I. Tiitrman P. Cl.UIKh If. II WIII.TON i llmiiN Third Team Captain — E. Mahuiand On Varsity If. Pi M (ll K Suli— E. I.ANim ntmb ffoar Photo bg II. l ' arker Rolft General tatf ifeopfjomore fSeat Class Officers: President, Mary Ethelyn Tyler Vice-President and Treasurer, Marjorie Patterson Ewen Secretary, Margaret vonTorney France Song Mistress: Rebecca Reinhardt Undergraduate Association: Assistant Treasurer, Jeannette Felicie Peabody Athletic Association: Treasurer, Elizabeth Day Lanier Christian Association: Secretary, Elizabeth Biddle Self-Government Association: Treasurer, Mary Lee Thurman (resigned) Mary Ethelyn Tyler College News Board: Editors, Eliza Gordon Woodbury Anna Reubenia Dubach Frederica Burckle Howell Business Board, Frances Chase Clarke Clara Elizabeth Hollis Lantern and Tipyn o ' Bob Board: Eleanor Steward Cooper —25- Wit Peat $ou at tlje i ne {Authentic History of Second Parade Night — First Time Released ) 1918 stood waiting for their Freshmen at Pern Arch with extra long apron strings, to see that their babies would begin their college diet in a healthy manner, and would learn to leave anything Red and Green alone. With the guidance of their former nurses (1916) they had chosen and planned and kept secret (perhaps?) their first real course that would initiate 1920 into college life. The Parade Song, although nameless and tuneless, was cleverly described in an animated correspondence between the three Blues. But alas! Luckless Les, letting her heart rule her head as usual, threw precaution to the winds and chose Nimble Nan for her roommate at Abernethy ' s. Whereupon Nan and Pete, with the motto of All is fair in love or war by some means or other unknown to the world in general unearthed the mysterious topic of discussion of Les and Con Kellen, and with true mathematicians ' and physicists ' foresight (and Tip ' s common sense) identified the tune. 1919, however, does everything thoroughly, and we there fore drew up plans to prove this discovery. 1920, unsuspecting, was greeted at college by an organized band of sleuth-hounds. Freddy, Liebe, Tip, Marj, and Annette, being the swiftest of the hounds, tracked far and wide 1920 ' s most prominent members, while petite people like Nanine were hidden dexterously under beds. How Nanine survived her experience Helen only knows. Here is her story: The night before Parade Night Nanine, at dinner time, was carefully tucked away under Darthela ' s bed. Slowly the night wore on, and yet no Darthela appeared. Nanine, stiff and cold, stuck to her post. At midnight Helen, to bring relief and a chance of escape, knocked on the door, and to her great horror found Ibby and Darthela in Ibby ' s bed talking confidentially, while Nanine in Darthela ' s room was trying to send an S. O. S. to Helen. A council of war then took place, with the outcome that Freddy was immediately taken violently ill, and Helen started on a search (only to Ibby ' s room) for a hot water bottle. Both Freshmen were extremely sympathetic and insisted on getting up. Upon seeing Freddy ' s white face, Ibby seized her head and started massaging it, while Darthela, singing at the top of her lungs, started down after Miss Lucas. Soon they were all gathered around the suffering patient and made her more comfortable for the night. In the meantime, the dejected Nanine, taking advantage of the fuss, sneaked to her room. —26— Ah but this is not all. In Hutchins ' room in Pem East was a little instrument hidden behind the waste basket. This simple little thing Henry Stambaugh had persuaded its owner to part with (for $25 ). In the next room were gathered other sleuth-hounds, each trying to catch what the Dictaphone was whispering. Many interesting family affairs they learned, but nothing pertaining to the object of the hunt. While Hutchins and her companions left the room for a few minutes, stealthy steps were suddenly heard in their room, and a lot of rummaging. Then to the amazement of all the hounds, some inconsiderate beast started hauling in the extra wire of the Dictaphone. Tip rushed in to see who was spoiling their well-laid plan, qnly to discover Ben, the janitor, now detective, with a broad grin on his dusky face, triumphantly dangling the little Dicta- phone. It took all Marj ' s diplomacy to persuade Ben to part with the harmless instrument, and thus the Green class was saved from a huge tax for an unlooked-for debt. Then came the fatal day. Nan, the captain of hounds, was still uncertain about the song. News had been brought that ' 20 was to hold their rehearsal in the gym at 5 o ' clock. A simple idea struck her. Why not put someone in the gym to hear the song? But who and where? If, being one of the hounds, was seized by ruthless Nan to explore with her the gym from the furnace to the roof. The lockers were too small, under the mats too dangerous, but there was a flue which had an opening into the gym, 12 x 16 inches. Nan at once took out the few screws holding the grating and without asking why or where shoved me on my knees and got my head and shoulders into the hole. But how to get the rest of me in was a problem and a discomfiture. Nothing baffles Nan. Hearing the janitress ' voice, Nan hesitated no longer, but, placing her two huge feet on my small back, gave a mighty shove — and when I came to, I was gazing upon four blank walls going straight up to the roof. Then I heard Nan putting back the screws and muttering to me to climb up to the second story. The only thing in that whole damn place was the electric wires that hung down from the gym. The walls were not far apart and by grasping the wires and placing my feet on opposite walls, I managed, after desperate struggles, to reach the ledge which was about 12 ft. up. Meanwhile, the janitress, who saw two come in and only one go out, knew that one of Editors Note. — We are surprised that the writer forgets the $5.00 taxi charges, f I being Milly, of course, —27— us was in the building and proceeded to search. Having seen Nan on hands and knees in front of the flue, she concluded that I was in there. She therefore peered in through the grating and for fifteen minutes we two played hide and seek. After an age, ' 20 and ' 18 commenced to arrive for their meeting, and I, on the point of congratulating myself, was standing gleefully on the ledge, when I heard the janitress tell Luckless Les that Miss Peacock was in the gym and she thought in the flue. They tore off the grating and getting a lantern started to investigate. What was that on the floor? My skirt and watch, which had dropped off in my endeavors to reach the ledge. Getting a light, they threw its rays up the flue and I hugged the walls and nearly escaped. But I ' m not as thin as a sheet of paper and one of them espied my form and asked me to drop down. Too disgusted, I took them at their word and landed on their heads. To quote from the News will tell exactly what became of me, M. Peacock, ' 19, was discovered in the flue by an indignant janitress and immediately removed. The sleuth band then planned this last trick. A big commotion was started in back of the gym. All ' 18 guards, with hockey sticks flying, rushed for that spot and left Miss Appelbee ' s open window unguarded. Nan again seized me and helped me through the window. The honors of being alone, surrounded by all Blues, I ' ll not describe here. Peeking into the gym, I saw ' 18 in there singing any old song. Then going out into the hall, I heard humming from upstairs. So bravely (?) I sneaked up. As I reached my goal, ' 18 saw me, but I had heard enough of the tune to know what it was. Thank goodness, they picked Marching Through Georgia since I being a mute, I could never have remembered a difficult tune. The details of how I got out would be a bore and painful to some, inci- dentally me. Enough said, Nan ' s first discovery was correct and grinning and shouting, the Glorious Green hurled its parody at ' 20. Mildred Lehman Peacock. Mary Elizabeth Carus. Milly ' s impression of Tramp, Tramp, Tramp. Yes, she ' s a mute, all right. —28— 3 WBW 3 TMtxt Utttle fcocfe WE were a small party of geologists, going through the Inferno, then elevated by a movement of the earth ' s crust to the fourth floor of Dalton. Beckoning us on to Nature ' s secrets, the Rock-ribbed Butte filled our minds and eyes with the aid of the cinematograph. Miss Bailey, said the Rock-ribbed Butte, I think you have something to redeem yourself on. What do we see here? Agonized geologist thinks this is the river that flows through the mountains past her home and ventures her opinion, only to learn that this is a layman ' s point of view. Has she been looking at the Susquehanna river all her life? She has not; she has been looking at a young stream working backwards from the ocean with corrading tooth. Leaving the corpse tucked tenderly under the table, one more geologic monument for Time to weather, the rest of our little band went out and climbed into the hearse for the field trip. Encouraged by the ring of hammers on the serpentine dike, the R. R. B. sportively asks Miss Holmes a simple question for a simple mind: What kind of rock is this stone? Miss Holmes (patiently): I don ' t know. I ' m still grappling with dip and strike. (Only scientists need send flowers.) It was ever thus. One by one our little band dropped off. Liz Fuller died in agony impaled on a barbed wire fence; Dotty Walton expired from pure joy at the discovery of a stone more precious than any in the R. R. B. ' s collection. Our Angela became an angel through no virtue in this world, but through sheer exhaustion. Becky Reinhardt sang her swan song to the accompaniment of the murmuring brook: — I wish I was a little rock A settin ' on a hill. T. C. Brown ' s theme of Side by side with these giant pig-like forms reduced Mudge to sheer imbecility, and Viv Turrish and Win Perkins were driven to matrimony as refuge from the ever-present question of Which is the molar of the Eocene Tertiary Oreodon Gracilis, and which is the Upper Eocene Veneri Cardia Marylandica Pelecypod? Beany broke her neck in the Grand Canyon. Leaving her there, our majestic guide still turns the light of her intellect on the final problem : — If all the world were bread and cheese And all the sea were ir%, How could there be Geology To make poor mortals think? Anna Reubenia Dubach Georgia Reily Bailey Janet Alexina Holmes —30— 0ur 3Ufe ' $ a Bream, or ©tetlluaioneb bj tije g carecroto FOR some, such as Dosia and Sarah and Fran Fuller, Sophomore Play was a triumph, for others it was an adventure — but also, for some few, a series of disillusionments, quite upsetting. In the first place, you ' d never have thought to look at Savage that he ' d need so much food. He might have gotten through rehearsals on his nerve, not to mention his embonpoint. But after smuggling him numberless sandwiches and large, leaky thermos bottles of tea into the gym, we watched him eat, and knew him for the man he was. Then Martie disillusioned us in the way in which she got along with Savvy. Of course, if we ' d realized she was practising for the Prince of Wales . It really is a distinction for a class to have in its midst a potential future queen of England, so we pardon her all. And Gordon— it is with deep regret that we go over that astounding, that trust-shaking and illusion-shattering conduct of hers. You don ' t remember? Gordon and Dr. Savage sat under an umbrella in the pouring rain — sat in a gutter outside the old infirmary and fired off a pistol as hard as they could shoot. Of course Gordon says they were practicing for the play, but suppose a Matteawan official had come along! So were some young ideas shattered. But we gray-haired survivors smile gently now and bless the management and those successful members of the cast who let slide their own feelings to keep intact the illusions of the audience! Frances Ekin Allison. —31— fto 1920 I KNOW very well that the only little brain that I ever had has just gone back on rne (and gone forever I fear), but my feelings haven ' t yet — and the only thought that con- soles my efforts to express them is that you know them anyway. Of course ' twas always side by side we said we ' d rush ahead with ' 17, and so we did for two years, but we ' ve gone along with you for three years now. When you were growing wilder by the hour, ha, ha, and we were drooping round the campus in our dignity; when you were showing us due respect (?) and we were rather concerned over the price that we had to pay; when the Freshmen sang Yankee Doodle and you cheered them the way you did; then, and now, in spite of, and because of the conflicts, the plots, the sleepless nights and worse days (at times), and the famous Fight, we know, and hope you know, that we ' re good fellows together ever, and all the rest of it. And we leave you all our Seniorly burdens, you light blue Seniors, even our place in the swimming meet (confident that it will be exalted so that we won ' t even recognize it), and we Requiescamus in Pace. —32— $$pdf)olog! {Eegt of Office ebtape Recorb booklet Christian name: Office. Parents: Mr. and Mrs. Mutch Redtape. Address: Taylor Manor-on-Campus. Special information: Head circumference Swelled Age of talking From birth Lung capacity Large Social status Very inferior Age of walking Not yet Sex Predominantly feminine School Success Except for 1 Tripos, very inferior Tests: (1) Patience, or divided requisition test (2 of 3 trials, 1 year each). A requisition which by its intrinsic nature should go through several different offices: Q. (l)Which should it go through first? (2) Which does it go through first? (3) How often? No answer yet obtained. (2) Mutilated pictures (all of 10). Subject must be able to detect which pictures students have moved. Subject perfect. (3) Coins (1 of all; time, 1 second): $25.00 $10.00 $5.00 $0.50 Subject must choose instantly what will be adequate sum for fine. Busye Ness Office oversteps limit. Record Ing Office chose $5.00. Gym chose $0.50. Gym has lowest intelligence. (4) Tie a bow knot (model shown, 1 minute). Subject tied Gordian knot in 2 seconds, outshining the examiner. —33— (5) Comprehension, third degree. What is the thing for you to do: (a) If a student throws a course book at you? Replied correctly. (b) If a thumb tack is found in the running track? Raved incoherently. (6) Let us suppose that two packages of costumes for Senior Play have been left in the Infirmary during fumigation. You have no idea how to get them up. You do not even know whether they have been in the nursery or not. Your requisition only calls for one package. It is five minutes before the play. Mark out the path of your action. Subject replied: I refuse to discuss it. (7) Rhymes (three rhymes for each word, one of three correct). (a) steps Kleps (b) bad cad Madd too sad (c) burst curst Hurst (d) dam Pam (e) daft Taft (f ) hearty smarty Barty (8) Absurdities (four of five). The Office tries to make everything easy for the students. We had an absolute, definite, fixed agreement, but we don ' t know with whom. (9) Reaction time: (a) Tip OLordOLordOLordOLordOLord. (1-5 sec.) (b) Martin How long OLordOLordOLord How long? (J4 sec.) (c) Chambers Kismet and Allah, Down with the Turk! (2 sec.) (d) Peabody and K. Tyler. .Petitions of Poland aren ' t in it. (1-10 sec.) (e) Hearne and rest of 1919..Merely a statistic. (10 min.) Result of Test: Office Redtape is a blithering idiot. Marjorie Martin. Eliza Gordon Woodbury. Helen Elizabeth Huntting. —34— QTo ®uv Junior The pomp of the setting sun was red, Blazing red, a glorious passing; Our eyes were dazzled. Darkness and cold; Shivering, regretful memories through the night. Only now and then, to comfort us, A red shooting star. Then suddenly, in the east, The rosy fingers of the dawn ! —35- (Ecnnia Singled Championship won by 1920. Individual champion, M. S. Cary ' 20. First Team Captain — E. Biddle A. Thorndike M. Peacock R. Chadbourne Second Team E. Biddle M. Tyler A. Stiles Wtnnii ©oubletf Championship won by 1920. First Team M. Peacock A. Thorndike E. Biddle R. Chadbourne A. Stilfs M. Tyler Second Team M. Ewen E. Hurlock G. Hearne E. Carus F. Clarke C. Taussig ©ocfeep Championship won by 1917. First Team Captain — G. Hearne Manager— M. Tyler A. Stiles G. Hearne M. France M. Tyler R. Gatling E. Biddle M. Peacock A. Thorndike E. Lanier H. Johnson M. L. Thurman Second Team Captain — H. Reid Manager — E. Carus R. Chadbourne M. Moseley M. Scott V. Coombs H. Reid A. Landon Praberp gtoarbs econb !?car E. Carus F. Branson E. Hurlock C. Hollis D. Peters Third Team Captain — M. Ramsay On Varsity G. Hearne M. Tyler M. Peacock Subs — A. Stiles R. Gatling toimming fttect Championship won by 1920. Team Captain — L. Peters L. Peters E. Lanier H. Spalding A. Thorndike F. Howell E. Carus R. Gatling K. Tyler G. Hearne SOater $olo Championship won by 1917. First Team Captain — E. Lanier Manager — D. Peters E. Lanier F. Howell R. Gatling G. Hearne D. Hall E. Carus A. Thorndike Second Team Captain — F. Clarke Manager — C. Taussig F. Clarke K. Tyler L. Peters M. Ewen D. Peters J. Peabody A. Stiles On Varsity E.Lanier A. Thorndike Sub — F. Howell —36— ©pm Contest Won by 1919. Apparatus leader — A. Stiles Clubs leader — M. L. Thurman Drill leader — M. Krantz Apparatus champion, A Stiles. tEracfe iileet Championship won by 1917. Individual champion, H. Harris, 1917. Team Captain — M. Krantz A. Stiles G. Hearne M. Gilman M. Peacock M. Krantz A. Thorndike E. Lanier D. Peters M. Scott R. Gatling D. Walton M. Tyler E. Macrum iBascbct J all Championship won by 1917. First Team Captain— F. Lanier Manager — J. Peabody M. Peacock E. Lanier J. Peabody A. Thorndike R. Gatling Second Team Captain — C. Hollis Manager — M. Tyler M. Tyler E. Biddle A. Stiles C. Hollis M. L. Thurman Third Team Captain — D. Peters On Varsity M. Peacock E. Lanier Sub — R. Gatling Helloto Ete M. Peacock ©{jtrft f mt kt 1 T.B General tatf Class Officers: President, Eliza Gordon Woodbury Vice-President and Treasurer, Eleanor Marquand Secretary, Annette Stiles Song Mistress: Anna Thorndike Undergraduate Association: Vice-President and Treasurer, Eliza Gordon Woodbury Secretary, Jeannette Felicie Peabody Advisory Board, Eleanor Marquand Athletic Association: Secretary, Elizabeth Day Lanier Outdoor Manager, Annette Stiles Christian Association: Treasurer, Elizabeth Biddle Self-Government Association: Secretary, Margaret vonTorney France Executive Board, Sarah Cole Taylor Marion Renwick Moseley Glee Club: Leader, Rebecca Reinhardt (resigned) Rosalind Gatling (resigned) Helene Vennum Johnson Business Manager, Dorothea Nesbitt Chambers Suffrage Club: President, Elizabeth Maus Fauvre History Club: Secretary, Frances Chase Clarke Philosophy Club: Secretary, Mary Lee Thurman Science Club: Secretary, Margaret vonTorney France Trophy Club: Treasurer, Mary Ethelyn Tyler Secretary, Katherine Douglas Tyler College News Board: Editors, Eliza Gordon Woodbury Anna Reubenia Dubach Frederica Burckle Howell Business Board, Frances Chase Clarke Clara Elizabeth Hollis Lantern and Tipyn o ' Bob Board: Eleanor Steward Cooper Ernestine Emma Mercer —39— Wit abe Sou J|ell at JJeubE Cfjapeile FROM the beginning we ' d planned to let our Freshmen run their own Parade Night according to their own ideas. The only part that 1919 was to have in the festivities was to be the donation of a tune for the song. And the responsibility for this donation was to rest with us, the undersigned (we being about the most unlikely ones in the class). We do feel that we gave ' 21 the tune in an efficient and dramatic manner. Having ravished Fanny Riker and Grace Hendrick from their downies at 5:30 A. M. on the day college opened, and having planted them heretically on the sacred Senior Steps, we struck a simple but effective attitude, and burst forth into song. Like us they were mutes — but who could go wrong on Yankee Doodle? Three long days passed. 1920 was demonstrating just how active an active class can be. No one in the world knew the song except Riker and He ndrick. Foot, imprisoned in Tige ' s room, was unable to communicate with them. Things looked very dark for us What wonder that Tige ' s good resolutions on the subject of Freshman self-determination gave way under the strain? What wonder that she consented to having us run the show instead of them? — ' 20 simply forced her to it. So we sent Hendrick out, ostensibly to take a walk down Bryn Mawr Avenue. She was of course hounded by two able sophomore sleuths. A little way out she was abruptly snatched from under their noses by a long arm pro- truding from a rapidly -moving Marmon. In the ensuing ride Milly and Freddy learned those words! Freddy ' s first trip through Tiges window clinched the matter. Under the patient but unseeing transom-wise stare of Mary Lou Mall, Foot and the rest of us began making copies of the song. And then came the alarm: Dot Ro gers had heard the tune from her couch on the running-board of the Marmon; and now other Sophomores were gathering thick and fast about the car, ensconced in which were five wearers of the Green, clinging fast to the light blue upstart to keep her from repeating her ill-gotten information to her henchmen! Another trip through the window, and Freddy was off to the FIGHT, with plenipotentiary powers on behalf of 1919. Listen to her tale: Words fail me when I think of that most glorious moment of my life. One impression —40— remains towering above all others: the glory of punching people on the nose on purpose. It was a wonderful fight. Ask any negro gentleman in the village. Ask the tin-type man. Ask Milly ' s chauffeur. Ask anyone but B. Sorchan and the sheriff. The thrilling memory of kicking Dolly Bonsai in the face, and of butti ng and fisticuffing M. K. Cary at intervals all over her person will never leave me. And who could forget the bloody torn-ness of Gat and Helen Huntting after the fight, or the white skirt which Dot Rogers shed on the Pike? And was it not on this occasion (or rather directly after it, in her dealings with the sheriff) that P. T. proved what a very good sport she is? Yes, it was wonderful. And so, they say, were the minor squabbles which fairly dotted the campus. Not least of the wonders of the late afternoon was the realization that Dot, after all, had heard nothing. It would have been impossible from her position! So the scene of activities shifted back to Tige ' s room. The last trip through the window was a triumphant one. The song was still ours, and they couldn ' t get it now, for the copies would remain safely pinned within Liebe ' s bloomers until just before the band began to play under Pern Arch. Of course there was the flurry when we learned that Gerry Hess had absconded with the bandmaster ' s tune-book, but as the wily old band wouldn ' t change the tune at the last moment (denying with much scornful laughter that Becky Reinhardt was Becky Reinhardt) we were safe. Once more we had put one over on 1920! Margaret Elisabeth Butler. Frederica Howell. —41— peecf) Jflabe at tfje Jftftjj fteam Panquet NO person in her sane mind has any question of the supreme valor and glory of the Senior Fifth Team. To consider that such an obvious fact needed further expatiation would be an insult. But there are other circumstances in connection with the career of the glorious Fifth that are not so generally known. As a team we feel that we must make known publicly our appreciation for that share of our glory due to the intrepidity of our individual members. Did Dr. Potter say that we lead a sedentary life at Bryn Mawr? Perhaps the college as a whole does, but not so with the Fifth. Dr. Potter would eat her own words could she but see our forward line nimbly take the ball into the goal like so many daughters of Mercury. Special mention should be made at this point of the extreme heroism of the goal keeper , who fought through the finals with a sprained finger. Nor do we forget the ardor of our lone fullj, and the struggles of our halves to keep their insidious sticks from sending the ball in the wrong direction. Here too should be lauded the inexhaustable and irresistible energy of Captain Butler. Her spirit, her inspiration, her expert technical advice , and her unfailing reliability in rallying the team not only for the big games but for the rehearsals as well: without these I sigh to think how far short of its present fame the glorious Fifth would have fallen ! And now, before calling for a toast to that loyal supporter, Miss Constance M. K. Applebee, who is with us this evening, may I express my hope that each and every one of us will go on through the great world exemplifying the noble slogan of the Fifth: Science does it! Helen Huntting. Editor ' s Notes: The writer herself, t None other than K. T. ° See G. Heame ' s book of technical tricks for seasoned hockey veterans. All the teams used to recite portions of this masterpiece before marching to battle. It is rumored that this practise brought to light many thitherto unsuspected morons. —12- §otterbammerung, or OTfmt Jflot Scene: A long, low-lighted room done in the style of Boris Kwytenuf I. Large fire- place back center. To the left a dust-covered piano. At the right, an antique Babylonian porch-swing hung by chains carven in lollypops and whiffenpoops rampant. Dim religious light from the Swiss poop-lanterns, a statue of the Great God Put-put, three green jade cigarette lighters from the palace of Kan-Chu-Fai-Kum XIX, and an illuminated flower-pot from Zengovia. The curtain rises on a group of guests seated in a large semi-circle around P. T. All look anxious and expectant. P. T. : And what would the Faculty of Bryn Mawr College like to discuss this evening? (A timid murmur runs round the room. Chew sighs heavily — he hates receptions. A few serried groups of Faculty look nervous and cling more closely together. The silence becomes strained. They clear their throats.) P. T. : Well, suppose we talk about the Undergraduates. (Certain anonymous murmurs of applause.) P. T. : Does the Faculty approve of encouraging the proclivity of students to Discussion? Dr. Leuba: It is running a great risk, this club. They might conclude they had a soul. Miss Dunn (meltingly, to Dr. Fenwick) : But have a soul. Haven ' t you, Dr. Fenwick? Dr. Fenwick: Certainly not! No good Democrat has a soul! Dr. Patch: The feminine mind is really incapable Miss King: But oh, the rustle of young wings, The flaming thoughts of youthful things, Their words of love, and life, and death Dr. Chew (aside): My Lord, why aren ' t yon out of breath? (Clasps his Swinburnian brow and sneaks toward the door.) P. T. : Dr. Chew, where are you going? Dr. Chew (stammering) : I — it ' s time for me to give Lewcy her medicine. P. T. : I ' m very sorry, but no one will be permitted to leave the room. (Protesting murmurs.) Miss Swindler: President Thomas, I object. I demand an explanation! P. T.: I ought to announce — what was I going to announce, Miss Medicine? Miss M. : The houses ? P. T.: Oh, yes? Of course. I regret to have to announce that your houses— er — your houses — am I correct, Miss Medicine— it is their houses? Miss M. : Yiss, Prisidint Thomas. P. T. : I thought so, yes — your houses are being searched. Chorus: SEARCHED? P. T.: Yes, really, the number of articles which have disappeared— er— didn ' t they disappear, Miss Medicine? Miss M.: Yiss, Prisidint Thomas. P. T.: The number of articles which have disappeared is alarm- ing. Miss Medicine, will you read the list? Miss M. : Dr. Fenwick — one henna overcoat. Dr. Chew (removing dark glasses) : Thank God ! Miss M. : Miss Bascom — all consideration for Seniors. Mr. King — his autobiographical clippings. Miss Swindler: But I object to a search. Really, students P. T.: But, Miss Surindler, the search is being conducted along scientific lines by a group of our most acceptable undergraduates, especially selected by the Psychology Department, in combination with the Self-Government Association, the most careful and exhaus- tive statistics of the office, AND MYSELF. Dr. Leuba (in great surprise): That is false! They have not consulted the Psich-o-logie Department! I am the Psich-o-logie Department. Dr. Barnes: My Gawd, President Thomas, my closet has a spring lock! Miss Donnelly (on tip-toe, clutching her gown): The Mistletoe Bough, yes, TheMistletoe Bough — how very unfortunate! Miss Swindler: I maintain, President Thomas, you have no right Dr. Chew (exaltedly) : Freedom ! Freedom ! I dedicate my soul to the cause of Freedom ! (Alarums within.) P. T.: Ah, Ada. Now, er — how many of us are there? Twenty -seven? Yes, twenty- seven. Well, well — er — let me see — yes: will thirteen and a half please go into the dining- room for some refreshments? Dr. Hoppin (running for the door): Whoop, Jug, I love thee! (Exeunt the thirteen and a half.) P. T.: And what shall we talk about till the others return? (Silence.) Dr. Barton: Oh, thou gracious inspiration. Senorita Dorado: We have said nothing about Spain. I will teach you a little Spanish game, Corrida de Toros. Senorita Thomas, you be the bull (Enter Miss Applebce, in hockey clothes.) Miss A. : Well, pretty darlings P. T.: Ah, at last. Er— call the others from the dining-room, please. (Enter Dr. Hoppin, suing his ice cream haffippily.) Dr. Hoppin: Yo, ho, ho, and a bottle of rum! (Confidentially, to Mrs. Lingelbach.) Hush Lingy , we ' re setting up a still under the stairs ! Miss A. : No, you stilly ass, you ' re going to go in training, dearie, ipso facto P. T.: Yes, yes, I have decided you ' re to be more democratic. I wish to have you more sympathetic with the undergraduates, as you can see by our system in the search party this evening. So we ' re beginning to have your schedule more nearly approximate that of the undergraduates. (The passing bell of Taylor tolls.) First, your meals will be exactly those of the undergraduates (Taylor tolls for several). Miss A. : And I ' m going to make you P. T. (smiling at Dr. Hoppin) : That you may fall in with the Undergraduate Dress Reform Movement, to cover the sweet disorder in the dress, you know, I have determined on a Faculty uniform consisting of goloshes, regulation gingham gym suits, yellow and white mufflers, and hair nets. (Taylor tolls for Hoppie.) For social diversion we will have monthly receptions (Taylor tolls for Chew), and you will have —45— Miss A.: Five P. T.: Yes, five periods of exercise a day. Now, Miss Applebee, you may go on. Miss A. : Well, no more slacking, this is going to make you feel fine. Fenny m ' dear, you are to hornpipe every morning at four o ' clock. P. T.: His usual hour, is it not, Miss Medicine? Miss M. (a bit dubiously) : Yiss, Prisidint Thomas. P. T. : And Dr. Brunei, I think, will have quite enough exercise if he accompanies the choir in chapel every morning on his violin. Miss A.: Flossie Bascom, you needn ' t think you can get away with such slacker exercise as riding. You may start at the fifth floor of Dalton and roll down the steps in a barrel three times every day, skipping the alternate floo rs. (Taylor tolls for Flossie). Dr. Huff, Dr. Tennant, Dr. Barnes, and Dr. Bissell, you may use the same barrel— that is, when Miss Bascom is not using it. (Taylor tolls heavily.) P. T. : And we have arranged for Dr. Wheeler, Dr. Frank, and all the English readers to have jiu-jitsu lessons in the cloak-room of Taylor between classes. (Taylor tolls again.) Miss A. : On the half -hour all those who have offices in the library will go three times up and down a rope attached to the tower. (Taylor is still tolling.) P. T.: While Dr. Barton and Miss King demonstrate on a tight-rope between Ygg- Drasil and Taylor. In short, you will experience an existence which approximates that of the undergraduates. (Taylor cracks.) (P. T. surveys recumbent heaps of faculty.) P. T.: Why, Miss Applebee! They must be — I think they ' re dead — am I right, Miss Medicine? They are dead, aren ' t they? Miss M. (simply) : Yiss, Prisidint Thomas. (Curtain.) Frances Ekin Allison. Cornelia Hayman. (Editor ' s Note. — The authors have offered two B.M. degrees to anyone handing in a complete list of the insinuations herein.) —46— Cfje ualttp of ffltxtv is JJot trmneb 1918 was, on the whole, a small class. Of course it had its share of brains and political ability, but taken in its entirety it was small. Only, Teddy. Teddy was the mighty water-polo, the water-polo team. She was, moreover, an exceeding good sport. The whole college was her friend. Even ' 18 united for once and recognized her as a prime peach. And she succeeded in putting ' 18 ' s banner on the gym twice. The class that produced Teddy did not live in vain. Editors ' Note. — Not by us, anyway. T here once was a land called the Cheer-o Where they sold lollypops and soft beer-o With vaudeville stunts And swimming pool punts We made money to help on our hero. —47- ©ap 3n Ww Courts THERE are consolations for every walk in life: farmers take a trip to New York; mil- lionaires hunt in Africa; and the college girl finds her comfort in the gymnasium. Thither she is led on her first day in college, and there, four years later, she dies offi- cially. The gymnasium is our holy of holies. Yet, many as its uses are, it is most sacred as pure gymnasium. No one of us can ever forget the thrill of exaltation with which she, clad in a green wool-and-cotton suit, first drilled on its floor, a full month before upper- classmen were admitted. We learned to leap head first from horses, and to hang from th e parallel bars by our teeth. Even while we were poor beginners, the priestesses of the gym- nasium took a flattering interest in us: they called us by name, sometimes by more than one name. Later, after years of devotion, we were allowed to fence and dance. Fencing we found highly democratic, for in the robes we then wore, all figures were — well, one could hardly say reduced to the same level! After arduous cramming, folk-dancing came as a perfect balm for the tired memory. Six and three-quarters steps to the northwest, twelve up, wink at your partner, slide eight feet, and repeat in reverse order! Aesthetic dancing is beyond description: we could not wonder enough at the beauteous glory and glorious beauty of it all. Some of us, the elect, were allowed to enter the underground shrines, in one of which prostration was taught by a priestess with no joints; in the other, the latest methods of drinking perfumed water. But the gymnasium itself was not the source of all our delights, for sometimes, in the early dawn while the moon was still shining, or when the raindrops came down to play with us, we went out into the open, and communed with Nature as displayed on the lower hockey field. To the martial beat of drum, one drum, we saluted earth, sky, and the faculty on the bank. Here it was our leaders could display their loving care, for if there was a single icy, slippery spot, it was there that we were told to run; and it was only where the ground was sodden and squishy that we knelt and rolled about, and so received a healthful mud bath. At times we broke spontaneously into song, especially when climbing the bank, or running. Now there were other ceremonies held in the open air, some in honor of large balls, some of small ones, but into these the scribe has not been initiated. Suffice it to say that this cult of ours the name of which is Exercise, has gladdened all our days, taught us the heights and depths of human nature, and lightened us of all our half-dollars. Ernestine Emma Mercer ee, Wit Hike Jfflustc OTttfj (But Jfflealsi THE Class Book was written, the last lingering cartoons were in, the proof was all ready to be dummied — when suddenly, Look here, Freddy, said Tip sternly, we have no write-up of the Harmony Club. Of course something had to be done. Anyone in ' 19 realized that when Tip says Look here in that positive tone of hers some- thing has to be done. So out came Feenie ' s very amusing Advice to the Roommates of the Lovelorn, and down I sat, aided by our president ' s strong arm, to grind out a screaming article on a screaming subject. After all it isn ' t so hard to think of funny things to say about the Harmony Club. They do take themselves so seriously. But in that all the campus knows their idiosyncracies it seems a bit de trop to waste perfectly good space describing them. Beckie ' s glare into space, Helen ' s upturned eyes, Nan ' s elbows on the table, K. T. ' s soulful grin as she booms forth in her rich basso profundo, all these are phenomena well-known to all. I will not paint the lily. May I not, however, voice an expression of thanks to this noble band for the many evenings that they have helped us to forget the lukewarm beets and roast beef of college life? Surely they have lightened our griefs and helped us forward on our chase of that great rainbow which is the aim of all of us — the successful rounding out of our long undergraduate career. Let us all join in singing: God lbs fbA helpful fttntss to Barms Doctors! (Extract from our B. M. Medical Journal) IT has been observed in recent years that a certain doubt has grown up in the student body as to the correct methods of diagnosis and treatment of the sick. By pursuing the following simple rules all doubt as to the condition of health of a patient may be removed: (1) To test temperature walk rapidly to and from the Infirmary twice a day for three successive days. If fitful fainting occurs, you may safely assume the presence of a fever. (N. B. — The use of a thermometer is out of date.) (2) To test general nervous system, strike center of abdomen sharply with wooden mallet. If patient winces neurasthenia is proved. (3) If on applying mustard plaster to soles of feet the patient evinces general discom- fort, thyroids may instantly be deduced. (4) Above all avoid too frequent making of beds. It is sufficient to go through the motions of straightening the sheet early each morning. The presence of breadcrumbs is both soothing and stimulating. (5) As to diet: the heaviest food is always the best. After a week ' s fast, nothing is more tempting than the union of a boiled potato and a damson plum. Serve nothing hot: it excites the stomach. (6) Experience in war hospitals shows that recreation is invaluable. It is particularly beneficial when taken by the nurses in the form of dancing in ground grippers to the strains of a mellowed phonograph. A cracked record is especially quieting. The patient listens for the crack, and thus the mind is pleasurably occupied. (7) After the diagnosis comes prescription, a simple matter. Eight camphor powders a day are infallible for every ailment from mumps to melancholia. (Note to patient: Try them on the dog.) (8) The Infirmary is especially adapted to the care of infants, the younger the better. Angela Turner Moore. Mary Morris Ramsay. —50— THERE ' S something in The Varmint about the superiority of the superlative over the comparative. That ' s you, ' 21. Other classes may be brighter, or more modest, or handier at hanging banners, but there are some things in which you simply are the best, and the rest of us are Those Who Also Ran. In the first place, you were the biggest; then you became, and to eternity will remain, the reddest — and that ' s going some. You ' re the best in gym and swimming, of course, and as for dances — well, there was one night when the evens wished they weren ' t blue. And there are other things. So when you die and go up to Heaven for your entrance examinations and St. Peter says, What have you done? all any of you need to say is I belong to 1921, and he ' ll bow and say, Step in. This way to our brightest haloes. —51— tennis fttiiQlfg Championship won by 1920. Individual championship cup won by M. S. Caey ' 20. First Team Captain — E. Biddle A. Thorndike E. Biddle R. Chadboubne Second Team M. Tyler M. Peacock A. Stiles QCenni Doublrs Championship won by 1920. First Team A. Thorndike M. Peacock R. Chadbourne E. Biddle M. Tyler A. Stiles Second Team G. Hearne E. Lanier E. Carus F. Branson E. Hurlock F. Clarke J ucfeep Championship won by 1919. First Team Captain — G. Hearne Manager — M. Tyler H. Reid M. France A. Stiles G. Hearne M. Tyler E. Lanier E. Biddle F. Clarke M. Peacock R. Gatling A. Thorndike Second Team Captain — E. Carus Manager — M. L. Thurman H. Johnson M. L. Thurman Praberp gtoarbsi tEfjirb gear M. Scott R. Chadbourne E. Carus V. Coombs J. Peabody F. Branson D. Hall E. Hurlock A. Warner Third Team Captain — A. Blue On Varsity G. Hearne A. Stiles M. Tyler E. Biddle M. Peacock R. Gatling touimming ifteet Meet won by 1920. Individual champion, K. Townsend ' 20 Swimming Team Captain — H. Spalding G. Hearne E. Carus M. Ramsay H. Spalding E. Lanier A. Thorndike Water Polo Championship won by 1918. First Team Captain — E. Lanier Manager — A. Thorndike E. Lanier G. Hearne F. Clarke E. Carus D. Hall J. Peabody A. Thorndike Second Team Captain — A. Stiles Manager — M. L. Thurman T. Haynes K. Tyler M. Tyler R. Chadbourne M. Ramsay M. L. Thurman A. Stiles On Varsity E. Lanier A. Thorndike Sub— D. Hall —54— tEracfe fflttt Championship won by 1920. Individual champion, A. Stiles ' 19. Track Team Captain — E. Carus A. Stiles E. Howes E. Carus G. Hearne H. Johnson M. Peacock M. Tyler M. L. Thurman M. Gilman E. Lanier jBaShct JBall Championship won by 1919. First Team Captain — M. Peacock Manager — A. Thorndike M. Peacock E. Lanier J. Peabody A. Thorndike G. Hearne Second Team Captain— M. Tyler Manager — M. L. Thurman M. Tyler E. Biddle A. Stiles M. L. Thurman P. France Third Team Captain — F. Howell On Varsity M. Peacock E. Lanier J. Peabody Sub — G. Hearne r ellou {Eie M. Peacock E. Lanier G. Hearne A. Stiles iFourtlj ffrar I ' halo lill 11. Parker Ralfc (general ta« Class Officers: President, Mary Lee Thurman Vice-President and Treasurer, Mary Ethelyn Tyler Secretary, Margaret vonTorney France Song Mistress: Rebecca Reinhardt Undergraduate Association: President, Marjorie Martin Advisory Board, Eleanor Marquand Athletic Association: President, Annette Stiles Vice-President and Indoor Manager, Elizabeth Day Lanier Christian Association: President, Elizabeth Biddle Vice-President, Mary Ethelyn Tyler Self-Government Association: President, Sarah Cole Taylor Vice-President, Marion Renwick Moseley War Council: President, Eliza Gordon Woodbury Treasurer and Director of Education Department, Helene V nnum Johnson Chairman of Conscription Board, Dorothy Alice Peters English Club: President, Eliza Gordon Woodbury Secretary, Margaret Whitall Rhoads Glee Club: Leader, Helene Vennum Johnson Suffrage Club: Vice-President, Amelia Warner History Club: President, Elizabeth Douglas Fuller Vice-President, Frances Chase Clarke Discussion Club: President, Theodosia Haynes Vice-President, Celia Oppenheimer Trophy Club: President, Mary Ethelyn Tyler Vice-President, Katherine Douglas Tyler Psychology Club: President, Anna Reubenia Dubach French Club: President, Jeannette Felicie Peabody —55— College News Board: Managing Editor, Anna Reubenia Dubach Editors, Eliza Gordon Woodbury Frederica Burckle Howell Advertising Manager, Frances Chase Clarke Circulation Manager, Clara Elizabeth Hollis (resigned) Bryn Mawr Review Poard: Editor-in-chief, Marjorie Martin Editors, Eleanor Steward Cooper Ernestine Emma Mercer Business Manager, Adelaide Landon Assistant Business Manager, Ruth Jackson Woodruff Annette Stiles — 5 — ( rabuating Mttf) Honor iHagna Cum ILaubc ' Frances Blakiston Day 88.028 Ernestine Emma Mercer (European Fellow) 87.427 . Edith Macrum 86.452 £j I Eliza Gordon Woodbury 86.119 H j Marguerite Olga Schwartz 85 . 955 tf Margaret Oilman 85 . 757 J Louise Holabird Wood 85.652 8 | Cum ILaube Cornelia Hayman 84.415 Elizabeth R. Biddle 84.385 k Helen Prescott 84.295 Anna Reubenia Dubach 83.195 Celia Oppenheimer 83.009 Helen Elizabeth Spalding 82.740 Adelaide Landon 82.609 Georgia Reily Bailey 82.076 Ruth Jackson Woodruff 81.552 Enid Schurman MacDonald 81.200 Alice Miriam Snaveley 80.990 Marguerite Else Berta Krantz 80.915 Margaret Whitall Rhoads 80.808 George WL. Cfulbs Csaap $ri;c Eliza Gordon Woodbury —57— gnb Here Wit gre ggain PARADE Night once more! Ah, yes, but the difference! As we watched the younger generation dancing aesthetically around the bonfire how we longed to go down and muss up the pretty dears! We could have shown them what a real Parade Night was like. Remembrances of Tin Schwarz swatting Hel over the head, of Nan ' s sleeveless green sweater, of the raucous hilarity of our wounded, enkindled our breasts with righteous indignation at the present pacificists proceedings. And yet, with all the other classes conspiring to make old ladies of us, what could we do? The obligations of being Seniors stationed and kept us under the bushes on the bank. Such are the trials of youthful-hearted old age. Mary Lee Thurman. Frederica Howell. —58— ♦ Me Mere 911 Censtoreo ®ip, ano ftao J8otf)ing to fjoto IT is fortunate that we gave Senior Reception on November 23d, for if we had waited it might never have appeared at all. It was a case of now you see it and now you don ' t all along — and it was just about due for another don ' t when the screens slid apart, and the enraptured Freshmen beheld a sight they had never seen before (in the gym) — namely the Taylor busts. To do the great drama full justice I must delve into its sources and reveal the great underlying principles which guided its authors. The show was generated by spontaneous combustion of great wits at the first meeting of the committee. Freddy christened it Hi, Gene! It contained a convulsingly humorous trick drill, a song on the joys of quarantine, and countless other hits of that calibre. In fact the only limit that we set to our soaring fancy was that there should be nothing a Freshman could not comprehend, for we were giving the show for them. At our first meeting the bombs began to fall. Mudge had been confided in by sundry Juniors. Banner Show, scheduled for the week before us, was using all our original ideas. Drill, influenza, prominent Freshmen — Oh, yes! Senior Reception is dead; long live Senior Reception! Nor courage failed, nor ardor paled. We started all over again. This time to guard against plagiarism we chose a theme of which all save ourselves were ignorant: The Golden Age, or Bryn Mawr As She Used To Was. Of course the Freshmen would not understand, but we would enjoy giving it, and it was our last chance to amuse ourselves. We had as our central figure this time Liz Fuller sitting on a window seat in a pink chemise (for which Denbigh was to reprimand her), doing the week ' s exercise by twirling Indian Clubs. The only trouble was that we became so sentimental as we let our memories flit over lost joys that we met too long and too often, and over-war-worked quite seriously. This reincarnation of the show was reaching a state of perfection when the war ended abruptly. Our trained minds were at once seized with a passion for reconstruction. We felt it our mission to stimulate reform of everything everywhere. We would begin with the downtrodden at our doors, our suffering fellow-students, and inspire them with visions of freedom by giving a scathing expose of the existing practise of Those Higher Up of blindly worshiping the Great God of Unreason, Status-Quo. Enter Show No. 3: a temple scene. —59— Before the great idol (Nan) burns the undying flame which can be fed only with students ' petitions, while an endless stream of worshippers, who shall be nameless, file in bearing costly sacrifices, such as flunked Seniors bound in red tape. (The latter detail was in con- formity with the collegiate tradition that no show begin without mention of said tape.) Although a believer in free speech I dare tell you no more. But it was a masterpiece. One week before it was to appear the silver-tongued Tip was dispatched therewith to receive the required official sanction. She was gone for some time. When she returned she broke the news to us as gently as she could. Our show was no more. It had left us as the better part of all shows must. We might have known it was too good to be with us long. R. I. P. After an extensive survey we realized that the only things left untouched and guar- anteed not to get their feelings hurt were the Taylor busts and the population of Mars. So we mixed them. That ' s all there was— there wasn ' t any more. Eleanor Marquand —60— $eace, perfect fteace (The Only Serious Article in the Book) PIGS is Pigs, but even then — what a climax to a career of almost uninterrupted morality and dullness — to be asked to feature as the only serious article in the Class Book! And, woe is me, on the subject of the greatest jag of my young life! Every drunk-on- Market-Street-that-Thursday-night forbid that I should say anything high-brow enough or pious enough to untie the tie that bound us on the 7th of November. It was all so sudden — we went our gloomy academic round, we ate cabbage and prunes for luncheon — then without warning we were plunged into the land of our dreams by the news from New York that Germany had surrendered. In about four minutes, less time than it takes to tell, the whole college was gathered at Taylor steps, singing till our throats were sore and the welkin rang and the grass was ruined. We believed the Great News and shouted; we thought it a ghastly joke and hoped against hope while we scoffed; we bellowed every song we knew and then several more; we gazed into space (I speak for my friends) and planned our wedding gowns; we clapped ourselves weak at the singing of the Marsellaise by Mile. Mabille and at the speeches by President Thomas and M. Beck and all the rest of the faculty who hadn ' t escaped to New York; we cried from vague happiness and relief, and stopped with our jaws in mid air at seeing P. T. and Tip and a few other stoics dissolved in the same state. Then came the lifting of the quarantine and the mad rush to town, and through all that afternoon and evening we touched elbows with our friends the gaily drunk, and blew whistles and waved flags and met our most wealthy and respectable relatives just as we were being picked up by impromptu parades of sailors. It was a bit depressing, to be sure, to come out of the theatre and learn that the armistice had not been signed at all ! But the Fates had decreed it, and after three days of suspense we knew that it was a fait accompli as Mrs. Lingelbach would say, when everything in the country that could make a noise made it, at 3:45 Monday morning, and sent us, in all stages of grotesque deshabille, to dance and sing around the great feu de joie on the athletic field. (Three French lapses are a bit de trop but they ' re too good to miss.) A few informalities lent zest to the —61— occasion. Mr. Fen wick, for example, with characteristic keenness in sensing the appropriate, was so inspired by Dixie that he bubbled over into a cake-walk, executed among P. T. ' s feet with incomparable rhythm and solemnity. A little later, on the second floor of the Deanery, P. T. and I planned the Thanksgiving Service while she rattled the soap dish and made little ripples in the tub (a la Amy Lowell), and I gazed reverently at the transom windows of the Sanctum Sanctorum. To say nothing of the fact that at 6.30 half the C. A. Board called on Dr. Mutch and found him looking like St. Francis himself, in a corded bathrobe and a heavenly smile. Otherwise the 11th was a time of parades and noise, just as loud as, though a little less spontaneous than, the first Peace Day. Not one of us will ever forget those days, and this feeble narrative is aimed at the enlightenment of our grandchildren. If the little dears glean from it a hopeless mixture of laughter and tears, of mad excitement and sober realization of a Turning Point in History, then I have not labored in vain ! Elizabeth R. Biddle. —62— Me JSominate on ®ux $reaibenttal ticket : For President Dr. Samuel Claggett Cbew Because he was the first to sug- gest a holiday on Peace Day For Recording Dean Dr. Marion Parris Smith Because it is the only position that has an assistant For Lab Girl Dr. Charles Ghequiere Fenwick Because a bit of color would help to lighten the lab For Dean Miss Constance M. K. Applebee Because she is already the true undergraduate adviser For Assistant to the Recording Dean Dr. William Roy Smith Because he is so good at assisting •fa Sketches by Frances Fuller and Marguerite Krant . For Janitor Dr. Theodore deLeo deLaguna Because of his neat and methodical habits Frederica Howell. Mary Morris Ramsay. W$t Grfgtn of 1919 ' a gtfjlettc Spirit Scene: Class Meeting of 1919 in Pem East. Time: Year 1918-19. Characters: Pres. Tip, Captains, and a few lay members of the class. Scene I. Fall, 1918 Tip {near the close of the meeting, after those with 2 o ' clocks and lab have filed forth) : Now that we are Seniors we must win hockey again. We have got to come out and cheer more for the hockey teams and get more spirit into them. It ' s perfectly absurd not to have more spirit about it. The lower teams are just as important as the upper ones Someone in the Corner, Probably Mr. Ramsey (interrupting in a low voice): You ought to watch third team Tip (sternly): Meeting please come to order. Miss Ramsay! Please don ' t talk unless you address the chair. Did you have anything to say, Miss Hearne? G. Hearne: We have got to — I mean, we really have to do much better this year. I mean last year we only won first, second, third and fifth team games, I mean — every- thing except fourth, and we can do lots better if every one comes out. I mean, we gotta go get ' em! Tip: More spirit; we have just got to win and keep the banner on the gym. Scene II. About February, 1919 Tip: Now that we are Seniors and 1917 and 1918 aren ' t here we must get our banner on the gym. We must get more spirit into water polo and swimming. E. Lanier (in her usual stern manner): Of course captains mustn ' t urge people to play water polo, but water polo is really an awfully attractive game, and if more people come down, perhaps Betty Fauvre, barely authorized, may be relieved of her job as a fullback. The second team has won every year, except once, and the first team always gets in the finals. So if Nan doesn ' t sink in the shallow end we ' ll lick ' em up this year. Ha! Ha! Ha! (A thrill runs through the class at such enthusiasm.) —64— F. Howell, H. Spalding: Well, except for records made by Luky Peters and Nan we haven ' t done much in swimming meets, but at least everyone ought to come down and try for fifth class It means a third of a point toward the championship. (1919 awed and impressed.) Scene III. March, 1919 Tip: ' Now that we are Seniors we must win track and basket-ball. Last year we won first, second, third and fifth team basket-ball. We have never won a minor sport. Will the nominees for track and basket-ball captains please leave the room: Miss Hickman, Miss Haynes, Miss Bailey, Miss Wood, Miss Marquand, Miss M. Tyler, Miss Krantz, Miss Huntting, Miss Stiles, Miss Peabody. f (This is always a joyful occasion, when one can discuss the character of one ' s class- mates until they are in shreds.) Friend of R. Hickman: I think Becky would be awfully good because she was awfully artistic at school. A. Landon: Miss Marquand would be a fine track captain, because she had so much spirit in her acting in our Sophomore Play. C. Hollis: I think Miss Wood would be very good. She has lots of executive ability. She was on the class book at school, and she was very good. J. Peabody ' s Room-mate: Feenie really would be a splendid basket-ball captain because she ' s president of the French Club, and she could give signals in French so nobody but the Seniors would catch on to them. (E. Lanier fears that she will lose her place on the team.) F. Howell (with brilliant idea) : I know what to do — let ' s have Feenie basket-ball captain, Tige track captain, Krantz manager, and Helen Huntting trainer — and Hickman, Marquand, Bailey, Haynes and Wood the team. Then they ' ll all be happy. (1919 goes forth with renewed spirit ) Annette Stiles. Elizabeth Day Lanier. European Fellow shrinks at this remark, for, unauthorized, she might lose her degree. t Interim while A. Stiles, the world record-breaker, withdraws her nomination because she thinks she is too much of a star. Hittle Earfiei on tfje $rofe£tftonal Speaker, Diss Ijauite anb Customs; Esteemed Aunt: At your own request I am inscribing below a number of personal reactions which I have been in the habit of recording assiduously every evening as they occur. The past winter has offered exceptional opportunities for me to witness the Professional Speaker, and below I have noted his name, date, everything I have heard about him, and reactions of hearers, managers and myself. November 22. Lieut. Robert Nichols. (English Club. Many for the first time wish they belonged to its ranks of sirens.) Dinner at Deanery previous to lecture. P. T. not present. Full reports issued by Gordon at slightest provocation. Chew tells Amy Lowell story. Miss Donnelly refers to Bertrand Russell as Berty. Reception afterward at which more poetry is read. Theda Baras develop in numbers. Next A. M., autographs copiously from Deanery. Escorted to West Philadelphia in the Franklin. The Green-eyed Beast stalks the campus. December 14. Our Coningsby. Previous to the series: Coningsby at Vassar, Con- ingsby at Wellesley, Coningsby over night at Mt. Holyoke. Invites self. (N. B. — The experienced have warned me against this type.) Rainy evening. Telegraphs he is on different train and must be met at Broad Street. Helene, official siren, lost in town. Sub- stitute has to go in. Waits two hours in station. Coningsby looms on horizon, identified by legs (front curls concealed by cap). Sub frowns on proposed motor trip in storm to B. M. They miss train. Coningsby ' s only repast a Broad Street sandwich. (N. B. — This accounts for a great deal.) Bad half hour for Coningsby on Paoli Local. Helene, in evening clothes, at station. Coningsby, sighing with relief, plunges in cab beside her. Lecture. Autographs. The Million-Dollar Baby. (N. B. — This accounts for more yet.) Betrothal party leaves for Newark. December — . Signaller Tom Skeyhill, author, Young Elizabethan. Also self-invited. English Club resigns in favor of History Club, who would have him address them on Gal- lipoli, but who are favored with Mars and the Muses, with selections from own work. —66— Conversational at History Club tea later. On second communication English Club regrets that all its dates are filled. December 7. Lieuts. Kersley and Seelye. Senior Tea. Former completely cowed. Duplex dinner in Rock. Seelye ' s Little Willies. Gymnastic patriotic sing led by Seelye. Lecture. Kersley, horrified, finds self auctioneering. Hunted look in his eyes. Later found searching the Lib corridor for his valise in demented manner by the Pink-shirted One. Dorothea to the rescue. By motor to Montgomery Inn. Deep into politics at breakfast. Two days later writes, explaining what he meant by it. January 11. Ian Hay, an old friend. Bears up under Senior Tea, dinner, and reception with fortitude. Long life to Ian! February 28. Vachel. He says it doesn ' t rhyme with satchel, but I am assured the Graduate Club knows better. This history is brief; more could be said — has been said in fact. Later in life I intend to study further into the Speaker to classify him with more accuracy. These brief notes must suffice for the nonce. I am yours respectfully, Little Rachel. Eliza Gordon Woodbury. -«7— 1922: 8 tubp m fterebitp 1922 first came into our notice through the manifestations of inherited traits as sleuthed out by the Major Psych class. Sister after sister has leaped into fame. Mary Tyler and Annette have become further illumined by reflected rays. Bates House still continues in control of the Clarke family. Dr. and Mrs. Speer have sprung from their old places in the background of the C. A. devotee ' s stream of consciousness and live for us in the saintly person of their giant offspring. As for Mister Antonio ' s little girl— well, she ' s carried on dramatically For the Honor of the Family. By the laws of heredity ' s zwhy — —68— Sob 3 Jtastfeb Jflp i)afecapeare IF I tell you something, will you promise not to tell — that is, not till June fifth, till I get my little A.B. safely locked in my trunk, half way to Memphis? Yes, about my Shakespeare exam. Well, you see the course covered the work of three five-hour courses. The whole question was: which third to center on. I decided to stick to the text. I crammed Hamlet for days and days, trying to put myself in Hamlet ' s eccentric posi- tion, doing my best to get all the fine distinctions between his two Hun friends, Rosenkrantz and Guildenstern, etc., etc., ad infinitum. Then I looked at all the others (except Romeo and Juliet and the Tempest), and considered myself reasonably safe. Of course I read a few pages of Sidney Lee ' s Life of Shakespeare, and the first chapters of Bradley— but he couldn ' t pick anything from that — there was too much. So I continued to stick to the text. The last minute I got cold feet. What if he should ask something in the back of Sidney Lee? I wouldn ' t have any facts to hang my imagination on. So I opened the book at ran- dom, and read: The will was revised and on March 26th the document was signed — giving practically everything to his elder daughter Susanna, who inherited some of his own shrewd- ness ... to his wife he gave only the second best bed with the furniture ... he died on April 23d and was buried inside Stratford Church in front of the altar not far from the northern wall of the chancel. Well, imagine! when I saw the exam — four sub-divided questions! only one on the text! Gloom was my middle name! The one I knew came first. So I elaborated wherever possible, postponing the horrible moments. Of course I shone, except for a few minor errors, like putting the Hamlet passages in Romeo and Juliet, and mistaking the description of some foppish youth for a picture of the dead lovers at the Capulet tomb. The question on A. C. Bradley had best be passed over gently— though it was not so kindly unmolested that morning. But as to Sidney Lee— just guess what he asked! I could have hee-hawed right out loud when I saw: Outline briefly Shakespeare ' s chief activities from 1610 to the end There were two others (Ed.) —69— of his life. Not that I had any idea what his activities were, but I knew I could drag the will into it. Subtracting 1610 from 1616, I found I had only six years to account for. Then of course there are a few obvious remarks (one always gets them at prep school) about the peaceful years at Stratford, when he lived out-doors, enjoyed the sunny air, wrote the Winter ' s Tale, or the Tempest— I wasn ' t sure which, so I put in both for good measure. I hope Sidney Lee mentions these interesting details; I haven ' t had the heart to verify them since. His elder daughter Susanna, who was a great comfort to her father in his old age , and his uncongenial wifef played a strong part in this imaginative description. In the early spring of 1616 he fell ill (I thought it likely, since the will was dated in March, and he didn ' t die till April). After I got him sick it was plain sailing: the will in great detail, the death, the burial (though that would not strictly come in the last years of his life), and finally — the epitaph! Marj Martin insists I copied it from the plaque hanging up in the exam room; but she maligns me: I remembered it from one we have in the study at home. Long before I got to it I saw that the last question was three memory-passages, only one of which I knew. It was the first, and I really knew it. By that time my muse was nearly spent — also the allotted three hours. So I wrote very fast; my writing revealed haste. The one passage was put down verbatim and then — the time was up ! I don ' t know what he thought, but my mark went up as 63. The 60 was clearly for ingenuity, by why on earth the superfluous 3? Possibly that was my knowledge of Shakespeare. Frederika Beatty cf. Will: Some of his own shrewdness. t ibid : only the second best bed with the furniture. —70— (But Hcmgesit gmatatneb (Effort PRODUCING the Beaux Stratagem took nerve, nerve for the actors, nerve for the managers, nerve for the seniors who had never taken the drama course and were reading the play for the first time. The alternative was Tamburlaine the Great, with the possibility of producing Part I on Friday night and Part II on Saturday night. But that took too much nerve. Though the English Professor offered his services in supervising the cutting, his eyes failed him at the critical moment. The managers faced the problem of reading selected passages aloud to him and then inquiring opinions. They cut the play themselves. After- ward everyone said the cutting was insufficient. When the managers were in doubt, they left it to the cast. This took nerve, except for Louise who never saw the point of her breezy lines. The casting was not easy. It was curious how blandly candidates would enter into their parts (reading from the Library copies), enter especially into the cut parts, how oblivious the committee would appear until the spectators ' hair began to rise, to flatten again only upon shouts of That ' s cut. All right. THANK you. Then the properties: the managers ' thirst for a hound was finally slaked, their zeal for monkey abated only on consideration of details. Designs on the Community Centre were frustrated by telegrams from Johns Hopkins, a substitute Ganymede was taken philo- sophically. (Query: Does Ganymede— Property?) The SMELL was to have been a triumph. It smelt Pembroke East and all the region back of the stage, but never a whiff reached the audience on Lord, Sir, they ' ll eat much better smothered in onions! Controversy raged over the nightie question. The Arbiter, eyesight regained, was appealed to. Two nighties appeared on April 5. But Dorothea had thought they were not in period. Ringlets were known to be in period. They came out on every Paoli local two days previous to the final performance. Helene was welcomed as little Mary Pickford all along Broad Street, until she had to put up an umbrella to keep off admiration. This dramatic spectacle was equaled only by the wounding of Archer with red ink in the teahouse before the dress rehearsal. —71— The dress rehearsal had only one accident, a happy accident, when Beatty fell off the stage, cassock and all, with a huge crash, faithfully imitated by the stage manager on the night of the performance in the midst of a love-scene. They said it was too long. It was too long that night. Few grasp that the reason was the shortness of the previous weeks. They criticised it. D. T. prefaced her criticism with Gospel reading from Jonah. We noticed that. But all the families seemed to appreciate their daughters, and the college is critical anyway. One thing came of it, emphasis on the need for the Students ' Building. The audience did not sit for four hours on the gym chairs for nothing! Eliza Gordon Woodbury. Yes, our sorrows have beggared description, They ' ve varied from psych to conscription — And those exercise hours! Well, please omit flowers, We ' ve been killed by the Apple ' s prescription. -72— Xipgpfran, aa i er OTarbena ee i er DEAR to all who have ever lived there are the mystic symbols of its name, whether the sound thereof echoes down the halls of memory as Lice Farm or Tin Lizzie Fran; a hall by any other name would not smell as sweet — for there no savory cabbage heralds in the noon. Far from the maddening crowd it lies — peculiarly far at 8.14 A. M. How did it seem to a warden? The first few days it seemed fine. All we had to do was to go to Freshman Reception and other local tea-parties with our little charges to see that they didn ' t eat more than we did. We sacrificed ourselves without a murmur in the line of duty. We became quite adept at locking up the great front door with the button- hook provided for the purpose. While others cowered with towels swathing their curls, we fearlessly extricated bats from their lurking places behind the pictures which generous owners had left to inspire us, and returned them to their native jungle without. It grew colder and colder. We had measles and midyears, and somehow this con- tinued business of setting a shining example seemed to pall. So we left, and in the spring the Freshmen ' s fancies lightly turned to thoughts of love. Eleanor Makquand. II Alas, Llysyfran is no longer the same; the Freshmen who had to be taught the lore of college have departed; we are all old hands at crime. And the wardens, taking utmost advantage of their superior responsibilities, with premeditated viciousness exert their self- righteousness in the following ways: (1) Overflowing bathtubs to give the Business Office the trouble of fining us; (2) Leaving the doors open to show visitors the joy of tenement life; (3) Hauling late-comers in windows from 11 o ' clock on (The Head proctor excels in this — when her arm is worn out there is a steady stream of people entering through the side door a la derobee) ; (4) Keeping quiet hours well till 10.30, after which Yarrow East and West toss dis- tractedly on their beds; —73— (5) Tearing down all prohibitory signs from the bathrooms and defiantly leaving our towels there (The Vaux animals on the walls are then pawned to pay the Lost and Found charges, and until the towels are recovered we steal the sheets for wash-cloths) ; (6) Corrupting the campus in general (We conspired to breed sedition in the one hall which had no warden — water fights have taken place in Denbigh !) ; During the quarantine the crime wave went over the top. Among the alleged offenses may be listed: (1) Malicious misunderstanding of clear (?) statements; (2) Wilful perversion of the words of those in authority; (3) The wardens, being because of their responsibility less instead of more careful, gave promiscuous permission to sleep anywhere. With a sigh of relief we leave Llysyfran in the hands of the graduates, hoping that they will uphold our standards. Maey Ethelyn Tyler. Rebecca Reinhardt. There once was a class so precocious In a manner that was quite ferocious That they did up three deans By fair or foul means Did you ever hear aught so precocious? -74— 1919 oli of ftonor Ruth Driver, married John Rock. Daughter, Mary Rock. Florence Wilson, married Ralph Col ton. Ewing Adams, married Edwin Baker. Daughter, Patricia Baker. Winifred Perkins, married Anton Raven. Vivian Turrish, married Myron Bunnell. Winifred Robb, married William T. Powers. Winifred Kaufmann, engaged to Eugene Whitehead. Helen Karns, engaged to Carol Champlin. Sarah Taylor, engaged to Dr. James Vernon. Frances Branson, married Daniel Keller. Daughter, Frances Keller. Lieutenant Keller was killed in action in the Argonne Forrest, September 28, 1918. Marjorie Martin, engaged to Jerome Johnson. Alice Rubelmann, engaged to Ben Knight. Theodosia Haynes, engaged to Sidney Lincoln. Dorothea Walton, engaged to Edmund Price. Rosalind Gatling, married Gavin Hawn. Kathleen Outerbridge, engaged to Frederick Foote. Lucretia Peters, engaged to Gerald Wills Beazley, And as for those old maids of Denbigh Who pass time with, Where can the men be? Let them look on this list To see what they ' ve missed, And then move to I M . from Denbigh. —75— prabttp gfomrba— Mentor £ear tennis tngle Championship won by 1920 Individual championship won by Z. Botnton, ' 20. First Team Captain, E. Biddle E. Biddle A. Thorndike R. Chadbourne Second Team M. Tyler A. Stiles E. Hurlock Zttmi Souulrs Championship Won by 1920 First Team A. Thorndike M. Tyler R. Chadbourne A. Stiles E. Biddle G. Hearne Second Team G. Woodbury A. Blue F. Clarke L. Wood V. Coombs E. Hurlock Socfeep Championship Won by 1919 First Team Captain, G. Hearne Manager, M. Tyler A. Stiles G. Hearne M. Tyler P. France H. Johnson E. Biddle E. Lanier F. Clarke M. L. Thurman E. Hurlock A. Warner Second Team Captain, C. Hollis Manager, R. Chadbourne H. Reid R. Chadbourne A. Blue M. Scott V. Coombs D. Peters A. Landon J. Peabody F. Day C. Hollis A. Thorndike Third Team Captain, M. Ramsay On Varsity Captain, M. Tyler G. Hearne E. Biddle M. Tyler A. Stiles Sub: P. France tmmming itleet Meet Won by 1921 Individual Championship Won by K. Townsend, ' 20 Swimming Team Captain, F. Howell K. Tyler G. Hearne F. Clarke F. Howell E. Lanier H. Spalding A. Thorndike D. Hall M. Ramsay M.L.Thurman E. Moores Mattt ftolo Championship Won by 1919 First Team Captain, E. Lanier Manager, A. Thorndike F. Clarke K. Tyler G. Hearne E. Lanier D. Hall J. Peabody A. Thorndike —76— Second Team Captain, A. Stiles Manager, M. L. Thurman M. Tyler M. Ramsay M. Remington M. L. Thurman R. Woodruff R. Chadbourne A. Stiles Varsity Captain, E. Lanier Wrath (Eeam Meet won by 1922 Captain, M. Tyler Manager, A. Stiles G. Hearne E. Howes A. Stiles M. Tyler E. Lanier M. L. Thurman A. Thorndike M. Krantz H. Johnson H. Huntting Record for hurl-ball broken by M. L. Thurman, ' 19: 89 ft. Championship won by 1919 First Team Captain, J. Peabody Manager, A. Thorndike E. Lanier M. Tyler J. Peabody A. Thorndike A. Stiles Second Team Captain, E. Biddle Manager, M. L. Thurman H. Johnson E. Biddle M. Krantz M. L. Thurman D.Hall Third Team Captain, F. Howell Varsity Captain, M. Peacock (resigned) E. Lanier tribute to tfje Ciafltf of 1919 from tfje Oasis of 1919 IN the first place we are a wonderful class. We were wonderful PYe ' shmen — everyone admitted it when asked. As Sophomores, well — Of course, our Scarecrow was better than Mice and Men. And as Juniors we were insuperable, athletically, morally, and financially. Now that we ' re Seniors, we ' re sacred, that ' s all ! Inspired by Tip, our harmony has ex- ceeded all classes in quantity. Emulating the fifth team the rest of us have hung our banner on the gym many times. Thanks to our husky scene-shifters, our plays have never lacked emotional appeal. Our intellectuals have raised The Standard, and the Submerged Tenth has raised money enough to run the college and the war. Let us all join in singing, Here ' s to our Juniors ' Freshmen, f Amelia Warner Mary Morris Ramsay Marjorie Martin Frederica Howell Editor ' s Note: This is the first easy thing we ' ve had to do. t This is a wonderful article. The editors congratulate the writers. —77— Pack to Ctbtltan Htfe: 1919 ©(rectory Ewing Adams (Mrs. Edwin O. Baker) Brookline Avenue, Brookline, Mass. Frances Ekin Allison 5825 Cates Avenue, St. Louis, Mo. Ethel Andrews 424 St. Ronan Street, New Haven, Conn. Georgia Reilt Bailey 1517 North Front Street, Harrisburg, Pa. Frederika Beatty 1007 Vance Avenue, Memphis, Tcmi. Marion Rose Bettman 3593 Bogart Avenue, Cincinnati, O. Elizabeth R. Biddle Wallingford, Pa. Dorothy Mary Blakey 1019 University Avenue, S. E., Minneapolis, Minn. Augusta Lyall Blue Charlottesville, Va. Frances Garrett Branson (Mrs. Daniel S. Keller) Roscmont, Pa. Gertrude Ross Brodiiead Parkesburg, Pa. Mabel May Broomfield 5236 Kingsessing Avenue, Philadelphia, Pa. Margaret Elizabeth Butler 1347 Summit Avenue, St. Paul, Minn. Mary Elisabeth Carus LaSalle, 111. Emily Roxanna Chadbourne 11 Irvington Street, Waban, Mass. Dorothea Nesbitt Chambers Adana, Turkey Frances Chase Clarke 219 Blackstone Boulevard, Providence, R. I. Amy Whipple Collins 1116 Kanawha Street, Charleston, V. Va. Hazel Steele Collins 66 Kingsboro Avenue, Gloversville, N. Y. Helen Field Conover 2321 Center Avenue, Bay City, Mich. Sarah Virginia Coombs Scarsdale, N. Y. Eleanor Steward Cooper 47 Owen Avenue, Landsowne, Pa. Elizabeth Carrington Dabney 2817 Maple Avenue, Dallas, Tex. Frances Blakiston Day Allen ' s Lane, Mt. Airy P. O., Philadelphia, Pa. Meribah Croft Delaplaine Merion, Pa. Ruth Driver (Mrs. John F. Rock) Franklin Road, Carpentcria, Cal. Anna Reubenia Dubach 6336 Berlin Avenue, St. Louis, Mo. Anita Louise Adele Ehlers 929 Bloomfield Street, Hoboken, N. J. Anna Mason Ely 205 Prospect Avenue, Madison, Wis. Catherine Arms Everett 1632 Latimer Street, Philadelphia, Pa. Jane Hamlin Everett 1632 Latimer Street, Philadelphia, Pa. Marjorie Patterson Ewen Hotel Earle, Waverley Place, New York City Elizabeth Maus Fauvre 47th Street and Michigan Road, Indi anapolis, Ind. Margaret Virginia Fay 844 Prospect Place, Madison, Wis. —78— Margaeet Gracie Fiske 114 Brattle Street, Cambridge, Mass. Margaret vonTorney France 219 W. Lanvale Street, Baltimore, Md. Elizabeth Douglas Fuller 212 Fifth Avenue, New York City Frances Higoinson Fuller 236 W. 70th Street, New York City Rosalind Gatling (Mrs. Gavin Hawn) 817 W. 84th Street, New York City Margaret Gilman 124 Newbury Street, Boston, Mass. Dorothy Phillips Hall 1319 p ar k Avenue, Baltimore, Md Jane Hall Rye, N. Y. Ruth Gertrude Hamilton 220 W. 9th Street, Erie, Pa. Mary O ' Neil Hawkins 1331 Columbine Street, Denver, Colo. Cornelia Hayman 20 Berkeley Road, Merion, Pa. Theodosia Haynes 702 Longmeadow Street, Longmeadow, Mass. Gertrude James Hearne Wayne, Pa. Dorothea Pauline Theresa Hering 40 Lloyd Road, Montclair, N. J. Rebecca McDoel Hickman 1511 Astor Street, Chicago, 111. Clara Elizabeth Hollis 223 E. D elaware Place, Chicago, 111. Janet Alexina Holmes 5446 Vernon Avenue, St. Louis, Mo. Frederica Burckle Howell 211 Ballantine Parkway, Newark, N. J. Edith Mary Howes 4430 Sansom Street, Philadelphia, Pa Helen Elizabeth Huntting 2205 Pleasant Avenue, Minneapolis, Minn. Elizabeth Bergner Hurlock 1719 Riverside Drive, Harrisburg, Pa. Nanine Ray Iddings 519 W. 5th Street, North Platte, Neb. Margaret McAllister Janeway 61 E. 75th Street, New York City Helen Vennum Johnson 817 Main Street, Racine, Wis. Helen Coreene Karns Benton, Pa. Winifred Hope Kaufmann 821 Sherman Avenue, Evanston, 111. Marguerite Berta Else Krantz 183 Argyle Road, Brooklyn, N. Y. Mabel Lafferty 4928 N. Camac Street, Philadelphia, Pa. Adelaide Landon Staatsburg-on-Hudson, N. Y. Elizabeth Day Lanier Greenwich, Conn. Marie Agathe Lubar 608 N. 58th Street, Philadelphia, Pa. Enid Schurman MacDonald Hollyburn P. O., Vancouver, British Columbia Edith Macrum Oakmont, Pa. Eleanor Marquand Guernsey Hall, Princeton, N. J. Marjorie Martin 10 Channing Street, Cambridge, Mass., or Great Wood, Plainfield, Vt. Emily Florence Matz Hubbard Woods, 111. —79— Cobinne Cochran Mendinhall 1114 Broome Street, Wilmington, Del. Ernestine Emma Mercer 2554 N. 8th Street, Philadelphia, Pa. Angela Turner Moore 267 W. 73rd Street, New York City Emily Bishop Moores 1918 N. Pennsylvania Street, Indianapolis, Ind. Vera Morgan 164 E. 64th Street, New York City Marion Renwick Moseley 160 Prospect Avenue, Highland Park, 111. Celia Oppenheimer 1316 Belmont Street, Washington, D. C. Kathleen Louise Norton Outerbridge Stoneleigh Court, Connecticut Avenue, Washington, D. C. Jeanette Felicie Peabody 197 Brattle Street, Cambridge, Mass. Mildred Lehman Peacock 352 Diversey Parkway, Chicago, 111. Winifred Storrs Perkins (Mrs. Anton Raven) Hanover, N. H. (1919-20) Dorothy Alice Peters Lenox Hotel, Columbus, 0. Lucretia McCluhe Peters 227 W. 99th Street, New York City Helen Pr escott 330 Hyde Park Avenue, Jamaica Plain, Mass. Mary Morris Ramsay Dalhousie, Guyencourt, Del. Robebta Marie Ray Allison, la. Katherine Reeves Died 1916 Helen Reid 507 Pembroke Avenue, Norfolk, Va. Anna Agnes Reilly Franklin Avenue, Rosemont, Pa. Rebecca Reinhardt 1107 Franklin Street, Wilmington, Del. Marjorie Remington 302 W. 102nd Street, New York City Margaret Whitall Rhoads 452 W. School Lane, Germantown, Philadelphia, Pa. Winifred Lispenard Robb (Mrs. William T. Powers) . . . Care of Mr. Robb, 71 Second St., Troy, N. Y. Edith Rondinella 4043 Walnut Street, Philadelphia, Pa. Alice Rubelman 5 Forest Ridge, St. Louis, Mo. Amelia Gertrude Sanborn 309 N. Illinois Street, Indianapolis, Ind. Marquerite Olga Schwartz (Mrs. Louis Schwartz) 139 South 49th Street, Philadelphia, Pa. Mary Scott 5946 Woodbine Avenue, Overbrook, Pa. Alice Miriam Snaveley 5033 Locust Street, Philadelphia, Pa. Louisa Beatrice Sorchan 267 Madison Avenue, New York City Helen Elizabeth Spalding 117 Boston Boulevard, Detroit, Mich. Margaret Henry Stambaugh 2208 N. 2nd Street, Harrisburg, Pa. Annette Stiles 22 Prospect Street, Fitchburg, Mass. Frances Arcadia St. John 2102 Green Street, Philadelphia, Pa. Helen Tappan 1419 Bolton Street, Baltimore, Md. 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