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

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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—

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