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

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Class Officers 1928-1926 President Vice-P reside n t Secretary Nancy Woodward Jean Becket Katherine Collins SELF-GOVERNMENT ASSOCIATION President Vice-Presi den t Executive Board President Religious Meetings Social Serf ice Rosamond Cross Elizabeth Fry Barbara Channing BRYN MAVVR LEAGUE Ruth Biddle Sarah Bradley Katherine Collins President UNDERGRADUATE ASSOCIATION Virginia Fain Vice-Presi den Martha Rosalie Humphrey (resigned) Head Usher Varsity Dramatics Elizabeth Perkins Margaret Patterson Annabel Learned Editor-in-Chief Copy Editor . Editorial Board Business Manager Editor- in- Ch ief Editorial Board Business Board THE COLLEGE NEWS Elizabeth Linn Mary Grace Katherine Balch Jane Barth, Julia Garrett THE LANTERN Hilda Wright Barbara Channing, Annabel Learned . Josephine Van Buren, Grace DeRoo SONG MISTRESS Doris Blumenthal P age Twenty-three

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Four Bright Years OR THE ROVER GIRLS COME TO COLLEGE CHAPTER FOUR THE Rover girls were greeted upon their return to college for their Senior year by the sad news of Euclio ' s death. There is no pal like a dog, said Dean Manning, speaking in chapel on Monday, October 9th, but we must carry on. And everyone felt that she had about hit the nail on the head that time. Another blow was in store for them, however. Positively no required athletics for upper classmen! said Miss Petts sternly, so the poor Seniors looked with longing eyes at the delightful classes in Body Building, Sun Baths, and Foot Mechanics, and had perforce to be content with Football, Baseball, Hockey, Basketball, Tennis, Water Polo, Swimming, and Hare and Hounds, and they were awfully plucky about it too. This was the year of the Presidential Election and being good healthy-minded American girls they were all naturally very much excited. Everybody took sides with a great deal of enthusiasm, for patriotic feeling was so strong in the college that a girl who sat on the fence would have been sent to Coventry at once. There were torchlight parades and rallies with speeches and a brass band to play The Sidewalks of New York . Indeed the quiet little college hummed with life and became as busy as some great political center. Such fun as was had shouting All for Al and Al for All and then cheering for Hoover and Norman Thomas and even Will Rogers. Nobody cared who was elected just so long as somebody was. But all the same our tender-hearted girls felt very badly when Al Smith bowed to defeat. Full of girlish sympathy they immediately sent him a telegram saying Don ' t eat your heart out Al we are still with you signed the Rover girls. On Election Day itself everyone was allowed to go home to vote whether they lived two thousand miles away or not, but of course no one wanted to. One girl, however, went out to Portland, Oregon, and did the college authorities mind? Not they! Owing to the influenza epidemic Miss Park said everyone could spend Christmas at college if they wanted to and you can bet your grandfather ' s whiskers they stayed. Of course everyone was dying to catch a common cold , but no one did. Even at this happy season, however, the Infirmary was not empty for there was one poor girl suffering from a bad case of alcoholic poisoning . She burned herself with a candle on Christmas Eve and the alcohol she used with quick fore- thought as a disinfectant turned out to be poisonous and so she was poisoned. But she received loving care and many sympathetic notes. All the other girls had a lovely time. They bestowed little gifts on one another, each chosen with tender affection, for they all agreed that it wasn t the gift so much as the spirit that counted, and their spirits were wonderful. Such whoopee as they made and how the campus resounded with singing and cheering on this holiday occasion! Gradually the year wore away. Every day was filled to overflowing with happy moments of work and play. For the last time our girls lay out on the hillside in the spring sunshine and tanned their slender limbs. The thought of leaving Page Twenty-five