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

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iFreshmmt Bharn D. M. went to the infirmary with a sore throat. I ' ve got a sore throat, said D. M. Yes, said Dr. Kemp sympathetically. Don ' t you want to see it, said D. M. I ' ve seen sore throats before. said Dr. Kemp. ■ Ye went down to the gymnasium with a Freshman Show. We ' ve got a Freshman show. said we. Yes, said the audience sympathetically. Don ' t you want to see it ? said we. Oh. we ' ve seen Freshman shows before ! ' said the audience. 12

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THE 1923 CLASS BOOK (Elaas (Mrera President Florence Martin Vice-President and Treasurer Elizabeth Bright, (resigned) Evelyn Page Secretary Katharine Strauss Undergraduate Association — Advisory Board, Grace Carson. Self-Government Association — Executive Board, Julia Ward. Christian Association — Assistant Treasurer, Margaret Dunn. Bryn Mawr Review — Editorial Board, Dorothy Burr, Evelyn Page. Business Board, Marion Lawrence. College News — Elizabeth Child. Song Mistress — Vernelle Head (resigned), Katharine Raht. 11

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THE 1923 CLASS BOOK Animal nng cf 1923 Our animal song is a glorious thing. Though just a bid hard for a human to sing — However we sing it when shadows are stealing About us at even — when most we are feeling Essentially sacred and touched by the thought That for our Green Griffin we ever have fought. ' Twas in the far past that we first learned that song. We practiced it low and we practiced it long, We practiced it long because we were dumb And we practiced it low for we thought there were some Odd hundred inquisitive sophomore ears Just waiting to track down our secret, Our fears Were ungrounded, ' tis sad to relate, For though with a foresight both clever and great We secretly crept as a class to the vil And whispered the tune at K. Shumway ' s until The wonderful words, ' mountain goat you are free We ' ll follow the green flame till eternity, ' Did tremble quite easily forth from our lips. Then the guard at the window peeks out, quickly dips At the sight of an innocent girl walking by, For a moment we wait, then as easy as pie We steal from the house and creep home through the by-ways, With our secret quite safe, and yet History says With its cruel disregard of our masterful skill, In protecting our song, — and the truth rankles still — That the sophomores had voted quite one week before Not to sleuth us at all, sleuthing being a bore And much too rah-rah and collegiate. Here ends The tale of our song and its griffin, dear friends. 13