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

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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—

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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

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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—