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

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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

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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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Milly said that we h;i l i ust as good .1 team as they, or ' Milly said thai we must never once stop fighting. When Milly s;n l , 1922 did, so although our fighting was perhaps a little primitive , we managed to beat [921 in our Freshman year, a feat never thereafter repeated in any held of sport. Sophomore year we were still reliant on .Vlillv ' s pre-contest harangues and ir was always with her words burning in our ears i hat we staggered forth to do battle. 1922 if you don ' t win to-day every one oi you has a yellow streak down the middle ol vour back. If it had not been for these exhortations from I he Om- niscient, we might never have had tin- experience ol winning our way into every finals, only to find when we got there that our Red Complex was too Strong for even Millv ' s indomitable motive power. 1 1 was Milly w ho told us that we must sing better than any 01 her class, and who smiled at us when we continued to sing worse. We went to meetings even unto the third degree because Milly always went, and inspired by her example we formed the major part of every assembly — literal) ' , political, or academic. With no disrespect, but merely to indicate the intensity of the passion with which we so inadequately repaid our tutelary divinity, we recall a night of Cherry Blossom era when ' 22 has been singing under ' 20 ' s windows. ' 20 ' s answering song becomes faint — almost inaudible; Reenie: What ' s the matter? Liz: Shut up, you fool, can ' t you hear? Milly ' s voice is breaking with sobs. Grace Rhoads. Emily Anderson. I wish 1 had a little team — A lower one, of course — ' Cause it would look so strange on bars, So funny on a horse. I wouldn ' t ever let it sleep. I wouldn ' t let it eat. I ' d work that team for a little class point And make it win the meet. J. R. B. 19