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

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is more teeth than ever. But Vinton, hiding her time in the hall with a large knitting bag, quietly dons the contents thereof and crawls onto the stage as the blue tiger. Oh, triumph! Yes, gentle reader, there are blue tigers. Someone on the animal committee knew someone who had seen an article in some magazine in some dentist ' s office about a blue tiger of India or Thibet. After the animal episode there comes the grand finale in the form of the League of Nations, in which Lib is especially noticeable as Britannia ruling the waves (of the sea, not of her own three hairs). We sing Thou Gracious Inspiration, our friends tell us how great we are, and we return happily tired to bed on good terms with the world. Cornelia Otis Skinner. 3Tf)e ££ uppre£teeb ©ebutante Synopsis: Twenty-four hours before her debut war was declared. The next morning she began to brush up matriculation Latin and a few other articles in her mental wardrobe. AS she sat in the lib she tried to shut her past from memory. Her eyes were on her book but her mind wandered disconsolately over the ceiling, twined about the chandelier, and hopped nimbly over the golden globes. Suddenly the tragedy of her past threatened to overwhelm her. With a tremendous effort she thrust it into her subconscious, where it lay seething and bubbling while she soothed her outer consciousness. That evening the tympanic melodies floating into her room from the Victrola stirred within her a deep and disagreeable memory. Thanks to the faithful censor, she knew nothing of it. She merely said, I hate Victrolas; I hate anything made of wood, and began to shout the multiplication table. That same evening she gave her evening dresses to junk and hurled her cigarette case down the register. Her outer consciousness was all serene. After writing a letter in Greek to her family and composing a few sonnets, she went to bed refreshed and exalted. She had cast memories from her and delved deeply into wisdom. But shades of Freud! — no sooner had her eyelids closed than the seething cauldron of her subconscious bubbled over. The debutante, no longer suppressed, took possession of her. Rising hastily, she seized a bit of tulle and some earrings and pinned an ivy plant jauntily over one shoulder, and fled into the hall. Her friends found her jazzing madly — a wraith-like figure in the moonlight. Spellbound they watched her — all save one, who hastened to summon a psychoanalyst. A few moments of whispered consulta- tion sufficed to give him the details of the case. There is a gap between the personalities of the suppressed debutante and the student, he said simply. Only one cure will be effective — she must Bridge the gap. And he handed her a pack of cards. Anne Gabel. 14

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in folk-dancing wishing to learn Peascod or Pork and Beans or whatever its impossible name may be. For the rest, rehearsals wen- conducted in the Pern Easi music room under the head of chance meetings. There was, to I sure, a fifty cents ' fine if one chanced noi to meet, and Valeska Wurlitzer fought, hied and died trying to teach wildly galloping choruses to one-two-three-kick along the- practice room corridor, than which ;i more inconvenient spot is noi to l e found. I here comes, at last, the great night. I he previous evening, after extracting sophomores from behind banners, from down ropes, and from out radiators, we have ;i dress rehearsal so unspeakable as to promise a successful show. Betty ' s scenery is charming bul has refused to staj up, no one knows her cue, half the costurres have been in quarantine and the other half asphyxiating their wearers by infirmary fumes. Now comes the moment itself. There are rumors that ' 21 is desperate; others, thai they have guessed the animal; others, that they are waiting till the eleventh hour to effect a dastardly coup. I go into the small room of the gym and start savagely applying make-up to a row of faces — make-up that remains in pink blotches and blue lines for days. What a joy it is to give certain anti- powder-and-pink-underwear enthusiasts an especially lurid countenance! After the operation, they blink at their apparition in the one small mirror and wonder if it ' s wicked to admit they look well. Someone rushes in, all eyes, and gasps, Barbara Murless is barricaded in her room by ' 21! There is a pitched battle going on in Pern East. Someone else hurries up the steps, dashes against the door, which, in her excitement, she forgets to open, and falls into all the make-up. It is Margie. She is in evening dress and triumphantly indicates the jacket of Mur- less ' costume which she thinks she has hidden by wearing the sleeves as trousers. The battle is at its height. Word is issued to rescue the besieged. Most of ' 22 as well as all of ' 21 think she is the animal. A detachment whose faces already blaze with war-paint and whose costumes can bear hard use, march to the rescue. The battle ceases. The audience trails in. Some of us peek through the curtain and squeal with joy at sight of faculty in mandarin coats, ' 21 in evening array and juniors ' and seniors ' legs dangling expectantly from the race-track. Cecil, who has been under the delusion that we ' re of such Irish tendencies as to keep our animal in our parlors, and has spent the past four weeks walking into freshmen ' s rooms, is there, all teeth. The audience grows impatient and we gather to sing the curtain song. It is a great hit, for most of us keep on the key and the persistent mutes have carefully been sent on distant errands. The lights go out and the show begins. For the rest, I remember a multitude of things too jumbled to relate. Peggy Kennard as the museum custodian has some slight difficulty with the nether part of her costume; Em is knocked down by the first specimen, a Bryn Mawr Char- lotte on roller skates; Prue tries to restrain a wildly uncontrolled orchestra: and Conti plays the part of a Christian ass (this last is considered rather shocking, and, perhaps as a judgment on our sinful levity, the donkey head falls ofF during the first act); ' 21 confidently sings to a blue devil, which is quite as it should be. and looks very proud when Murless swaggers out in the blue devil uniform. Cecil

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ftfje Creto of tfje 2ltoafe tt T TTE ' S off again! cried Captain Rabbit as he pulled the sleeping cabin boy, i ' ' ' a little like named Anderson, from under the table. Such conduct for a mess-room ! A. Marickus Rabbit, captain of the good ship Awak, was a sea-dog of the old school, much given ro reminiscences of prom-days, lie was very punctilious as to points of etiquette, and I may say without exaggeration that he had never been seen wearing shoes with straps, either on or off the ship. Of a far different type was young Anderson, who was bunking with the captain in the hold, lie was a great trial to the captain on account of his untidy habits, and I have often descended to the hold, only to find the captain sorrowfully picking up after Anderson. Cap- tain Rabbit had come across this strange youth, swimming around the South Sea Islands and had thought the lad showed perseverance. Our first-class cabin passengers were one K. Haworth, of Spiritualistic bent; Punk Stewart, bohemian artist and vagabond; Sir Val. Wurlitzer. dilettante, dance demon and a devil when roused; and his boon companion, Landesman, a jolly curly-headed chap. Chaplain Bliss was the sky-pilot of this excellent craft. The reverend man spent most of his time in his cabin, preparing his sermons from the articles of the Weekly Bulletin. One evening the crew was assembling for mess. First to arrive was Chief Engineer Fisher, a swarthy seaman of ruddy complexion, who, all appearances to the contrary, had had quite a past. Close on his heels came the ship ' s purser, known to his familiars as Bun. Fisher, said the purser, will you cooperate with me in organizing a little committee for the promotion of Badminton on board ship? Fisher stared past him with a wild light in his eye. Can you tell me, he cried, who the first electncan was? Why, certainly, replied the chaplain, who had entered during the conversa- tion, Noah, because he made the arc light on Mount Ararat. Fisher sighed and turned his attention once more to his food. Let ' s sing a rousing sea-song, cried Gunner Tyler, who shot into view, ripping out a volley of oaths. I have just thought it would be nice to s ing a rousing sea-song, said First Mate Liddell with an air of originality. As we thundered out the chorus of the old Viking hymn, Swept along on the w ; hirhvind, I happened to notice Fisher, who under pretext of aestheticism had not joined in the singing, but was quietly and methodically stowing away oyster stew. What should a minister preach about? inquired the chaplain. About ten minutes, replied Gunner Tyler, giving vent to an obscene oath. Suddenly a shudder shook the sturdy little craft from the bowsprit to the rudder. A gym meet, a swimming meet, and a track meet had all met on the self- same day, hour, minute, and spot. It was too much. The Awak was floored. Cf. Webster ' s Dictionary: A portion of liquid or pulpy food. 15