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

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K ]t Eounbllp; or, Mlfjerc ia Jfly OTnnbering pop o J}tgf)t? AS the bedlam subsided someone ventured, I move the question. But I don ' t think we h;ive ;i quorum. Well, where ' s Rock? muttered an unclaimed voice from the corner. I just s;ivv Dot Wells and her sophomore shadow tottering for the 1. 38. June Warder was puffing behind, clutching the remains of a corsage and yelling peremptorily, ' Dot, why don ' t you wait for me? Well, I met Garry on my way to class meeting, and, apparently unaware that it was December, she told me blushingly that a suitor was coming out and that they were going to pick violets. I bet I know where Olive is. You ' re right. She ' s in the lib getting ready for finals, and — bitterly — she had to get there early or she wouldn ' t get all the books. Wonder where Mecky is? When I was over in Rock posting a notice I heard shrieks and went down to see what the rumpus was about. Hatch, as dummy, was energetically entertaining herself with her entire repertoire of songs, and just as I came in I saw Mecky give her a disgusted glance, fling her cards across the room and stalk out. I tried to persuade Gube to come to class meeting, but she heard the telephone ring and tore off, much excited. E. must have been feeling the effects of mental exhaustion, for she kept on vaguely dealing cards. 1 tried to stop Sylva as she was dashing out campus door — she said she couldn ' t wait because she was late for lab with ' Crenny. ' I told her to cut for once, but she just looked at me reproachfully and sidled past. Tuck ' s gone home. What ' s the matter? Did she sprain her ankle? That ' s not the half of it, groaned a voice from the corner. She sprained my back. I was with her when it happened. Well, said Marge in a resigned tone, I guess the meeting will have to pro- ceed as usual without them. From Rockfeller. In winter I stay up all night And study by electric light. In summer quite the other way, I stay in bed almost all day. And does it not seem hard to you When there ' s so many things to do. And I should like so much to play. To cram all night and sleep all day? E. T. A. 17

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We are wrecked! screamed Midshipmite Gabell, hurling his little body through the hatchway. What? cried the crew. We are wrecked! gurgled the captain, draining the Yale bowl to the dregs. What? cried the crew. We are wrecked! cried Liddell. Their honest faces brightened. We are wrecked! cried the crew. Light had dawned! When the ensuing hubbub had quieted down, the crew found to their dismay that the first-class cabin passengers had been blown away. Everything had gone by the board. The sea was as calm as glass, and slightly astern Bosun Aldrich might be discerned rowing about in circles and crooning gently to himself, Oh, Zion, haste, thy mission high fulfilling. When we hailed him, he drew alongside and asked in a sheepish manner, Do you think it would be all right for me to come on board ? We helped him up, and continued on our way. We had scarcely been under way five minutes when from the crow ' s nest little Gabell piped forth in a voice of strangled joy, Goody, goody. Ship ahoy! A sail! Removing the hairpin from the thermostat, we brought it up on deck and sighting along it soon made out a queer little craft making its way towards us. On the sail we deciphered the name FIBI REN. As soon as the boat was near enough, our gallant captain accosted him. Who are you, and what is your business? My name is Norcrosis and I rents pants, came the answer. Can you cook? bellowed the captain, who was decidedly tired of our diet. Up to this time we had had no cook and had barely subsisted on raw tomatoes and the hash which had somehow managed to accumulate. As we later discovered, Norcross was a model of domesticity, and although we were destined to lose him in a few months, our regret was tempered by having the captain carefully explain to us that he was happily engaged elsewhere. Once more in an undernourished condition we found life unendurable and put into Honolulu, where we obtained a first-rate Cook, whose only vice was a passion for playing cards, which he indulged whenever the chaplain was not sitting on the deck. Days passed, weeks passed, months passed. The Awak sailed on. When last seen it was a mere speck on the horizon. It is expected in port June 8th, when the Navy Department has decided to scrap it with the rest of the vessels of its class. From Radnor. •Joke. 16

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H 1 ' .- • ' i- - ' 1 J . ' •-.-- ,; ' ' ' Batlp H trcngtf) Jf or Batlp J eebg THE class of 1922 was founded by M. Millicent Carey, and it has been only through her constant care in meeting deficits in our endowment that the organization has survived. If there was ever a class that needed daily strength, it was the embryonic dark blue class who started their college career revelling in humility ! In our first class meeting, Milly told us that the most terrible thing that could happen to us would be to have the odds vote us fresh. She told us that 1920 had been thus stigmatized, and we were led to believe that they had practically never recovered from the effects. With this hideous example of the sins of our fathers ever before us, we quelled our instantaneous instinct to lick the Red and virtually licked their boots in our tremendous reaction. No Freshman class has ever made fewer breaks than we. Before every function Margie would get a list from Milly of the breaks that were possible, and during each ceremony warnings would be hissed through the crowd as to what we were not to do. We never did anything wrong. The trouble was — we never did any - thing at all! Milly had said that the whole college would be watching us for the first few weeks, and if there was one thing we feared more than being voted fresh, it was the unwelcome attention of this strange and incomprehensible body. If they were watching for breaks, they watched in vain. Milly ' s lists were irreproachable Milly was not only our social guide but she was also our athletic inspiration. She instructed us in the holiness of hockey and in our eagerness to excell in order to justify our existence, we held many tense meetings. At these we were told that 18