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

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I wish you what is interesting — interesting because of the very things that also make it hard — and hard next year and the years to come. I hope there will be no hiding behind families or fortunes or personal ease. I hope that each one of you will put herself to the test of earning her own living for a round year at least, that each one of you will be tried in the fire of difficult responsibility, will not only bear but seek searching criticism, will learn how unmeaning success or failure may be. Like each preceding, the present generation thinks great things of itself. Who is like unto me, said the cub in the pride of his earliest kill. May I totter back twenty years from now and hear from the middle-aged alumnae of 1946 whether their creeds still commence with a non credo or whether they have found an object worth their constancy. By that answer, not now but then, the present generation will stand or fall. [24]

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Jlj n VlIiNWcIFiT (If we talked as Mr. Lloyd Mayer seems to think we do) Well, my dear, I am ACtually LIVid, because I have just had the most reVOLTing exam you ever saw in your LIFE — I mean it ACtually WAS! You see, this POIsonous professor was LATE for the exam — I mean, he kept us waiting in that obNOXious room F for FIFTEEN MINUTES. Can you BEAR it, my dear? Well, we were simply conSUMed with fur}- — I mean, we were simply TENSE with this exCRUciating waiting, and I said to the others. Let ' s GO, my dears, because I really think we owe it to the college to discipline this MAN. You know how he SLAYS us if we ' re one second late ourSELVES! But that GIRL, my dear, whom I simply cannot BEAR, refused to BUDGE. I suppose she is set on another HIGH CREDIT or something. Well, at QUARTER PAST NINE in he came, without one word of apology; and he had the nerve to spend TEN MINUTES MORE telling us to write PLAINLY, because he said he would throw our books AWAY if we didn ' t. Can you BEAR it? I mean I LOATHE these sort of sarCAStic people. By then I was all HOT and BOTHered, and I wrote an exam that was perfectly FOUL — I mean, I could tell it was bad mySELF. I do not think it is FAIR, my dear, I actually DON ' T, because everyone knows that I am really FRIGHTfulIy CLEver in that subject, and I would have gotten at least a MERIT if it hadn ' t been for that POIsonous man. I mean, I think it is awfully unfair to ME, my dear, and I think HE is simply inSANE — I mean, I ACtually DO! 23

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Quality Street J irT FT | Sophomore }ear the histrionic powers of ' 27 stood with reluctant feet between the shoals of Freshman Revue and the oncoming tide of Varsity Dramatics. Quality Street, our one offering in the name of Thespis, was selected by the play committee for its universality: there was room for almost everyone, what with the principals, the school and the ball. An appeal to romance, the News said. Romance itself, we thought. Need anyone ask why? All our favourites were there, set off by crinolines, epaulettes and curls. (Do you remember how Algy ' s behaved, not according to Barrie?) Quality Street was a real play — a moon, tears, laughter, wallpaper, chandeliers and a Mozart minuet tinkling sweetly off stage. Our emotions were purged, not by pity and terror, but by the sparkle, the charm of the actors. tut jbii LjLL- [25