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

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PRINCE TELLS OF The College News ' long ago, searching for n castle l disenchant. The preparation was difficult, as ii requin al least four years ' graduate work, BEAUTY ROUSING At ' as1, by luc]i ' ' ,l the castIe ' hc said, l iit even then it was not easy my path Entered Briar- Walled Castle and was, so to speak, beset with thorns! Woke Princess With a Kiss His difficulties in penetrating the forest were at last crowned with success and recognition. HARDSHIPS OVERCOME After he had kissed the princesSj ; ,n was vc ., v It will be hard work, said the prince, speak- simple, ing in chapel Wednesday, April 51st. As a J cannot, however, stress too much the career, it holds very little promise of advance- inadvisability of such a career for women. Very ment, as the number of sleeping beauties is f ew of the first-class training schools are coedu- limited. cational, and even after you get the training, The prince then told something of his own it is too hard a life for a woman. Besides, few struggle to reach his present position. He began Beauties will have women as disenchanters. As Self-Government Might Get It As far as I can gather, this is the story. It seems these two girls were walk- ing last Sunday afternoon about five, along the road that follows the stream at the foot of Gulf Road, — you know along by the cemetery. There were just the two of them but it wasn ' t quite dark so that ' s all right. They saw some friends of theirs coming up the road, so they thought, in a silly moment, that they ' d slip into the woods and hide, — and this is where the fun comes in. In the woods there, what do you suppose they saw, — a beautiful blonde all dressed up in a masquer- ade costume, sound asleep on the ground! Imagine! They said she looked posi- tively abandoned lying around the woods that way. Well, they were going to wake her up when they heard somebody coming, so thej ' hid behind a tree to see what else might happen. A man came along, good-looking they said, all dressed up in funny clothes too, sort of peering around in a lost kind of way until he saw her. Then his face lit up and without any more ado he just leaned over and kissed her! The girls were simply overcome, but they were awfully courageous, I think, and stepped right out and told her to report herself immediately. But she just looked them up and down in a cold sort of way and said, ' I am accustomed to do exactly as I please. Will you kindly withdraw or I ' ll call the King and Queen, my father and mother. ' But they said right back to her, ' Oh, but your father and mother died years ago. There are no more autocrats. Don ' t you know that eve ything is run now by the free intercourse of young minds in our new sj ' stem of Self-Government? ' ' Self Government, ' she cried, ' you have to make your own rules as well as break them? Oh Prince, why did you waken me? Do I look like the sort of person who could remember to come in at ten-thirty? Put me back to sleep, put me back to sleep. ' He just stood around looking embarrassed in his Van Horn costume and the girls didn ' t know what else to do, so they came and told me. Now how do you deal with a case like this? 19

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Variations on A Folk Theme (THE SLEEPING BEAUTY WAKES AGAIN) As The Lantern Might Have It STAGIRIA Ah, sweet was that deep long sleep In the cool reaches of my overgrown forest, — Sweet with the sweetness of soft drugging poppy. Velvet nothingness wrapped me round Like the sombre folds of some Hamlet ' s cloak. Sleep without dreams, Without talk, Without gritting of teeth; Sleep that was peace; Sleep that was Heaven. Yet I am woman, — For even a Princess is woman, — And to the call of the kiss of my Prince. Up I came, up from my deep well of slumber, From the cool, untroubled blackness To stand on the brink of life. Blinded by the hot brilliance and the radiant glare From The Publicity Office BUT darling, I really don ' t know anything about it. That is, officially. I ;ust know what I ' ve heard through rumors. And really I can ' t have anything to do with it. It ' s all up to the Undergraduates. If they want a Sleeping Beauty, I say let them have it. Only, I won ' t sign any bills, without being absolutely sure where the money is coming from. If the prince went broke, or didn ' t succeed I ' d have to pay it all out of my own pocket. Make sure of your prince, I warn you, there ' s no use taking any chances. Have him thoroughly investigated, because if it were a success, it would be just the loveliest thing I can imagine, so it won ' t pay to take any chances. I think a forest is the nicest, of course, out of doors you know. But if it rains we can use Goodhart. You ' ve no idea what a comfort it is to know that, — but it won ' t rain, it can ' t rain. It doesn ' t matter in the least to me who the princess is. I think they are all very pretty, but I don ' t care what she looks like, provided she doesn ' t mind having her picture taken. We had a May Queen once, who absolutely refused to have her picture taken, and I can ' t tell you how difficult it was. Really, from the artistic standpoint this Sleeping Beauty thing ought to be perfectly en hanting. But I must say, I do hope the Undergraduates have the prince investigated. I don ' t want to be handed a deficit at the end of it. And oh, darling, you ' re going to Radnor aren ' t you? I wonder if you could take these cards down? 18

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Zeus in Otricoli NE might perhaps consider that after throne and state Olympian, A life upon a pedestal would seem a very simple one, Still although condemned forever to contemplate my wife, I find, excepting holidays, it ' s an interesting life. And although my lady Juno hears all the college dirt. There ' s plenty down at my end to keep my mind alert. What can this fearful racket be that ' s just above my head, It must be Miss Macdonald just bouncing out of bed. And this terrific titillation that I find so very jarring. It must be Barbara Gaviller at work at Registraring. And as for all this scurrying, to the best of my belief. It ' s only everybody looking for the President ' s handkerchief. And sometimes I hear a frenzy as of a fiend accurst, Which is merely all the unpaid bills enraging Sandy Hurst, I find it most affecting, and I try to be consoling, For I sympathize when I perceive a comptroller comptrolling. But most of all I tremble at the fearful eccentricity With which our Mrs. Caroline conducts her great publicity. Yet though I pass my days among the collegiate authorities, I find I am neglected by the undergraduate majorities: Juno, since I love you with a passion ceremonial, Although we ' ve had in times gone by some squabbles matrimonial, I pray you, Lady, share with me your priestesses devout, That I too may be worshipped, and be circled roundabout With forms of lovely maidens, who once in every hour Will sing and dance about me in adoration of my power. 20