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

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to meals. At breakfast my hair was held up by three invisibles; at lunch I was covered with ink; at supper my collar was invariably coming off. And ever I could hear Miss Patty Thomas, in measured and monotonous tones, pointing me out to All Those Present as the President ' s Niece. One day, I returned to my room garbed only in a kimona to see Meenie escaping from the door with her hair in curlers — I entered to find Dr. Simon Flexner sitting on the window seat and P. T. measuring my wall for a desk. I did the only thing possible under the circumstances — rolled under the bed. Chapel was always a thrilling occasion. Every time She would come out with any- thing amusing or startling the entire audience would turn and look at me. What did they expect me to do? was not responsible. At Senior singing every time P. T. was mentioned, I was watched to see if I would jump. There are many other incidents which are stamped on my memory in letters of scarlet. I shall never forget my state of mind after the Fight in the village, for which I was partly if not directly responsible. The joy of combat carried me through Wednesday undisturbed, but the next morning I met Her coming to chapel, brandish- ing a newspaper, with fire in her eye, and I didn ' t stop running till I reached the Gym. Once my family visited me en masse. We migrated to the gym in a formidable proces- sion, and my brother and I marched up the aisle just behind P. T. to the re-echoing strains of Anassa Kata Kalo Kale, uttered loudly by my irreverent friends. I don ' t think my brother ever recovered. Oh! life was full of excitement in those days, and it has seemed very tame this year without her. I have been reduced to reading over and over again her letters from the oases of the African desert, and from Monte Carlo, and to listening to the innocent comments of Freshmen who know not the Dark Secret. Millicent Carey IiN THE SPOTLIGHT If I were but a debutante And lovely as could be, I would not mind a tiny bit If limelight fell on me. But when my hair is three long strings, And ink is on my face, And then they take my photograph, I call it a disgrace! D. E. P. 25

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M. Carey ' s Chicken It was my firm and determined purpose to keep it a dark secret. I had been brought up under the shadow of P. T. ' s greatness, and the prospect of entering Bryn Mawr stamped as her niece filled my soul with terror. No one shall know, I swore valiantly to myself. Then if I do anything dreadful, She will not be disgraced. Only her Secretary knows what passed between us in that first interview. If I were you, she said from the depths of her red velvet throne, I shouldn ' t lay too much emphasis on the fact that you are my niece. Oh innocent dream of childhood! I little knew the sleuthing instinct of Bryn Mawr. The first thing to foil my plans was The Neivs. A quarter of a column on the front page revealed my illustrious heritage in full to the charitable college eye. For four days I managed to dodge behind the fact that I was one of three M. Car (e)ys in the class. But on Sunday the race be- tween me and my identity began. I woke to find on my door a large parchment invi- tation to dinner at the Deanery. I could not refuse — that was evident — but how could I get there without being observed? And what could I say to Virginia Kneeland, who had asked me to a picnic at one o ' clock? I finally made an embarrassed exit from V. K. ' s room, progressed to the Deanery by way of Pen-y-groes and Yarrow, and slid past Ada ' s disapproving face into the dining room. After lunch I made the acquain- tance of four winged animals, six clawed beasts, and two bronze peacocks in the gar- den, and was introduced to sundry .pictures, whose painters I valiantly pretended to know. I was then wrapped in three rugs and deposited on the front seat of the Franklin. Our cyclone exit from Pembroke Arch almost caused the death of a fasci- nated group of my classmates, who stood staring after us with their mouths wide open. After missing Mr. Chandler ' s Saxon by an inch, we skidded into a group of dignified Seniors. I hesitated whether to bow grandly to Peg Thompson, or to crawl under the three layers of alligator-skin cover, and succeeded in doing neither. I breathed a sigh of relief when we reached the open country; it seemed safer. It was just five o ' clock when the delighted choir witnessed my hasty exit from the Franklin tonneau. I staggered through their midst, followed by that unmistakable voice: Millicent, don ' t forget to do your work regularly. The rest was lost as I tore madly down the path. The next night found me one of a group of Freshman who were being fed muggle by Beany Dubach, while she amused us with her vivid analogies between the Facultv and the animals adorning her room. She w r as outdoing herself in her description of the appropriateness of P. T. ' s Princeton Tiger, when she was clutched by a frantic hand from the rear, and Jinky ' s loud stage-whisper recounted my identity in full. Oh, unspeakable curse! Why was I born a member of the Thomas clan? The amus- ing but painful incidents of that year would fill a book. The Freshmen in Pern, had the inestimable privilege of eating with the Prominent Alumnae. I was always late -Title insisted on by the editors. 24

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CLASS OFFICERS President — Margaret Grosvenor Hutchins Vice-President — Margaret Millicent Carey Secretary — Phoebe Helmer (resigned) Elizabeth Williams Song Mistress — Lois Walcott Kellogg. Undergraduate Association Advisory Board — Mary Hardy. Self-Government Association Advisory Board — Darthela Clark. Christian Association — Assistant Treasurer, Gertrude Wye Steele (resigned). Mary Hardy. College News Board — Editor, Darthela Clark. ATHLETICS 1916-1917 M. S. Cary TENNIS SINGLES Class Championship, 1920 Captain — M. S. Cary Manager — M. M. Carey Team K. Cauldwell Z. Boynton TENNIS SINGLES AND DOUBLES Class Championship, 1920 Teams M. A. Chase Z. Boynton M. S. Cary K. Cauldwell Individual Champion — M. S. Cary On Tennis Varsity — M. S. Cary M. M. Carey M. Hutchins Captain — M. M. Carey H. Holmes M. A. Chase M. L. Mall N. Offutt HOCKEY Championship Won by 1917 Team L. Sloan F. Bonsal M. M. Carey B. Weaver Manager— M. L. Mall H. Kingsbury P. Helmer E. Williams 26