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

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LETTER TO THE EDITOR The editors do not hold themselves re- sponsible for opinions expressed in this column. To the Editor of the College News: We will make you love us all before tlic year is done. Thus 1921 confidently sang at the beginning of the year, and we had hopes. If such was their intention, some of its members have adopted very strange methods to accomplish this end. We do not quarrel with them for being fresh , because unlike most Freshman classes, 1021 has been commendably meek. As common courtesy is to be expected from anyone, it has never been thought necessary to include it in Sophomore miles. When a whole room full of Freshmen re- mains not only glued to their seats at the entrance of upper classmen, but even fails to rise at the entrance of an elderly lady; when the sidewalks are continually blocked by sauntering Freshmen; when their whole attitude expresses with ' 21 there is nothing wrong ; it seems that if we would, we could not, love them. And yet the year is almost done. Disgusted. (In this letter the birth of Meekness, child of 1921, was announced.) To the Editors: Events of the past few days have led us to believe that the Sophomores are too much impressed with the dignity of their own position. While we have long since learned to consider our crackers and jam as community property, we should like, if possible, to keep our hats, desks, rugs, and pictures for our own use. In con- scription days, when time is no longer our own, may we not pursue our Sunday meditations free from the intrusion of rude appraisers? If this is the Sophomore idea of courtesy, who are they to vote the Fresh- men fresh? Indignant Sister-Classmen. [Seven Signatures.] (This letter, written a year later, proves that Meekness icas dead.) Here Lies Meekness 21

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worthy break with the Belascan tradition of over ornamentation. Take, for example, their realistic Scottish lake, suggested by a single sheet, under which writhed one of the general utility of the company. In order to still the almost uncontrollable passion roused in the audience by these artless ballads, a series of morality plays followed, taken from the book of Cautionary Tales upon which Dean Taft was raised. The justification of this method of elevating the public has been admirably shown in the after life of the members of that company, for was it not here that Katharine Woodward first learned the art of fire-brigading in the denouement of Matilda Told Such Dreadful Lies, and what but the lines of Charles Augustus Fortescue, who did everything a boy should do, could have stimulated the self-government germ in Goggin ? Florence Billstein, Helen Hill. SHADOWY creatures in dim lit gardens Flitting about, all whites and greys, Such was the meaning I gave to ghosts, in My pure subfreshman days. Different now is my understanding College has taught me more things than one I asked for light on a certain subject, — Mother, they gave me the sun ! Helen D. Hill. 20

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1918 (9 primer Utteon] 1 + 9+1 + 8 = 1918. 1918 was a Class. It was a Proud Class. We knew the Class when we were Lit-tle but we did not know the Class well. We knew Char-lotte and Les-lie and Vir-gin-i-a. We still know Les-lie but it is pro-nounced Miss Rich-ard-son. Vir-gin-i-a was a Chick-et-y Chee-Chee-Chee. Yes, Vir-gin-i-a was a Bird. Perhaps there were a whole flock of Birds in 1918. But we did not know them well e-nough (e-nuff) to find out. It is too bad, 1918. 22