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

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as the money had slipped from my checking account. So it happened that the next day I went to town, obscured behind a heavy veil, to hock a Liberty Bond. History repeats itself. Again we are in the midst of an Endowment Fund. And when it is for $2,000,000. it is on a truly grand scale. Let us be generous, however, and acknowledge that the Alumnae are doing the actual money getting. It is for us to display our charms to the public and make them believe that superwomen are a species worthy of maintenance. (How wise not to leave that part to the Alumnae.) There are, of course, minor drives that flourish with unabated vigor, as when we follow the red line in Taylor. And that reminds me that I have signed a pledge — I forget how much. Alice Rood Swinburne to His Hockey Stick stick in my hand held so tightly, stick that I smite with and use, Of fabulous fields I dream nightly, Of spots where no coaches abuse: 1 am sick of the pain and the passion Where the first with the first team doth strive, And I know it is not in the fashion, But let us seek Team No. Five! There no wrath of the rampant shall wake us, Nor cries of the captain, nor team, No powers athletic shall shake us To break the delight of our dream: Motionless, moonsmitten, marvelous. No one shall think us alive; Let us leave the first team with its laurels For the lilies and languors of Five! Doris Pitkin 22

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Drives She told us that every loyal Bryn Mawr student would want to support the Gar- rett Memorial, and that we as Freshmen, with our reputation to make . It was Miss Helen Harris herself who thus appealed to our highest instincts, cooped up in one of our very first class meetings. We were young and gullible, and with an enthusiasm as eager as it was pathetic, we rolled up our sleeves and dedicated our- selves to various high callings — dish washing, rousing our elders after closing their windows and turning on their thermies, opening beds, running in lingerie ribbons, boot blacking — I espoused the last, ruining my fingernails, and flunking my re- quired science on the strength of it. And then, one sacred day, the Fire Fairy rose in Undergrad meeting and desired to commend the Freshmen for being the first to raise their quota. A little later the first flush of our enthusiasm had perceptibly paled when the above mentioned amiable lady informed Milly that the fund still lacked a few hundred dollars, and since we were the youngest class in college, the least that we could decently do was to supply the deficit. I, for one, flunked required English in helping to fulfill the obligation. Anyway, we consoled ourselves — the money is raised. Our first act on arriving Sophomore year was to subscribe with passionate patriotism to the creation of a Service Corps. I don ' t know where we thought the money was coming from, but with the Alumnae looking confidently to the Under- graduate body, and the Undergraduate body looking reverently to V. K., we ignored all such sordid considerations. The campus burst into commercialism as it bursts into measles. This time I took in mending. To be sure, it left me no time to study Minor Ec, which I flunked, but then what was Ec. compared to a Service Corps? I have hazy recollections of stocking darning, an abortive public speaking course, marking the ath- letic field, (I contrived to smash the baby carriage in the process), and subscribing to Liberty Bonds like a drunken sailor. Thrift Stamps were exposed temptingly for sale outside the dining room doors, while Belgian babies and French fileuls were com- manding tremendous prices, in accordance with the supply and demand theory that I was so painfully trying to learn. I bought, subscribed, adopted; and late in May, my family was besieged with frenzied telegrams for enough money to get home. What happened to my Bt.g an baby I can ' t say. I don ' t recall just what folly we committed ourselves to next. But I do re- member signing a pledge for a vast sum of money — and then forgetting it. Anon came the Victory Loan; and with at least one Liberty Bond unpaid for, I willingly subscribed, trusting that the Lord would provide. Apparently I had wearied Providence with a too blind faith. Anyway, one day in spring Darth asked me for my pledge. As always happens, it had slipped from my mind as completelv 21

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To Pembroke East Aristocracies are always conservative, and Pembroke East is no exception. We shall not dwell on the aloofness, the dignity, the chill repose that stamps the cast of Verc de Vere, for these have been characteristic long before 1920 came on the scene. We prefer to treat Pembroke from an angle that has become very popular recently, the psychologist ' s. If mental tests were not strictly sub rosa. we could show very interestingly how Pembroke exhibited Mediaeval reactions by replying ' ' hierarchy of the blessed angels, the sin of gluttony or heresy when we named certain less fortunate halls, for Pembroke has all the traits of the midmost of the Middle Ages. Nowhere does this show more clearly than in the way they look at the world. Stationary at the center stands Pembroke; around it revolves the rest of the cosmos. (We consider it more tactful not to mention the relative distances at which the other members of the system revolve.) They have never dreamed of evolution; they still await their Darwin, murmuring, Because a thing has been it always will be. We do not wish to seem personal in a scientific article, but when Miss says: Madame President, I move we go to chapel three times a week. You know chapel going is a tradition and we ought to keep it up. You have a case in point. The mediaeval position is most clearly defined in religious matters. While not exactly advocating an inqu isitorial policy, their attitude can hardly be called one of complete toleration. (For data on the subject, see minutes of the class meeting Feb- ruary 19, 1920. and February 24, 1920.) They mortify the flesh by going to all re- ligious meetings indiscriminately, and with a typical crusading zeal they rally around the Church Millicent. Pembroke East recognizes its own peculiar interest, and guests of the History Club are always entertained there at tea in order to have a chance to study a phase of past civilization at first hand. We regret to see, however, that modern western ideas are already encroaching and one of their number takes a more than lively inter- est in journalism for women. But the mass of the people are still true to their tradi- tions and it will be long before they realize that the world does not share their senti- ment: Better a carrot in Pembroke than ice-cream in Rock, or Radnor. From Rockefeller 23