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

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FIRST YEAR ENGLISH— 3:30 A. M. Scribble, scribble, little pen, I won ' t let you stop again. I don ' t care what I have said — I just want to go to bed. FIRST YEAR ENGLISH— 8:00 A. M Hushaby freshman In English class. When the Hughes stops The slumber will pass. When the clock strikes Rush out with the crowd — But meanwhile, my dear, Stop snoring so loud. Page 16

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Class Officers 1922 - 1923 President Edith Nichols Vice-President Secretary Winifred Dodd Virginia Norris SELF-GOVERNMENT ASSOCIATION Executive Board Angela Johnston UNDERGRADUATE ASSOCIATION Advisory Board Grove Thomas CHRISTIAN ASSOCIATION Advisory Board Jane Abbott THE LANTERN Editorial Board Jane Abbott Harriot Hopkinson THE COLLEGE NEWS Editorial Board Delia Smith Business Board Betty Jeffries Katherine Tomkins Elizabeth Tyson LIBERAL CLUB Vice-President Harriot Hopkinson SONG MISTRESS LAURA LAIDLAW (resigned) Anne Kiesewetter Page Hi

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UNG IE SERVIRAY or I ' ll ONLY SERVE ONE AT A TIME ONCE upon a time there was a beautiful little girl named Mary Jane, who lived in the middle of the woods of Chicago. But though it was not East, nor West, nor North, nor South, it was cold, and Mary Jane ' s family all died of it. So Mary Jane put on her galoshes, filled her hat- box with shoes, cigarettes, and cold cream, and set out bravely to find the Old Witch of the Lake. She walked and walked (for all the busses went the other way), till she came to a hairdresser ' s shop on a side street, and there she stopped; for she knew that a hairdresser will tell you anything you want to know for the price of a bob. Mary Jane knocked three times, and the door swung open with a bang. Inside was a wee white-haired old woman, all dressed in clean white buckram. I know what you came for! cried the old woman, when she had bobbed Mary Jane to a state of baldness. You want to marry the Prince of Wales, and you want me to tell you how to find him. Mary Jane nodded and sat very still. The old woman frowned terribly and continued: You must go tonight to the big black choo-choo who smokes all day and all night. There will be gentlemen upon it who will sit while you stand. But you will be glad they are sitting, you would rather have them — because they spend their vaca- tions differently. Get off at the place where the sheepskins grow. You will find lots of sheep there hunting for skins. They will all laugh at you and try to borrow your hats, but if you tell them you come from Brearley then they can ' t hurt you any more. The second day that you are there you will be shown the Speaking Apple. It will make you run and jump until you are very, very stiff, and if you are stiff enough you will get two curiously carved bits of yellow flannel. But that is not the sheepskin — so beware! If you are very clever you can have the flannel and the sheepskin, too; if you are a fool you can have one of them; if you have the courage of your convictions you probably won ' t get cither. But that is neither here nor there. Perhaps you will be lured into the train of the Man in the Maroon Over- coat, and he will tell you terrible things! But you must tell him you come from Baltimore, and what ' s a woman without a man. anyhow? Then he won ' t hurt you any more. Now, if Robin Redbeard should cross your path But Mary Jane had burst into tears. I cannot tell a lie! she sobbed. Wailing loudly she seized her hatbox and rushed out of the shop. The old woman stood at the door and watched her out of sight. Poor child, she said pityingly. Veritatem dilexistine? Well, you ' d never get along at college. Page 17