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

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HCW THE HOUSE GOT ITS TAIL EPISODE THREE NOW listen and attend, Best Beloved, to what happened to the Dark Blue Mouse in the high and far off times, although they are not now so high and far off as they were at the beginning of the story. When the third autumn came the Mouse slung its tail over its shoulder and started back to the Jungle. No sooner had it arrived than it recognized in itself the symptoms of the Histrionic fever which had attacked it once before when it was ever so young and immature. This time it tried to fight off the fever but for the sake of the New Blue Bats which had come to live in the jungle she gave up the fight and actually produced what looked like some- thing on the general lines of a drama. After this effort she went into a — more or less — deep retirement, to hide from the clutches of the Super-Bilingual-Parhcu- larly-to-Juniors-Dangerous-Cat which was prowling through the Jungle in the chin disguise of an Oral. It was a very fearsome beast but the brave little Mouse armed herself with a Deutsches Hefte — and of course she always had her Highly Superior Tail which grew several inches dur ing the winter. She made herself a beautiful Word List and she would have gone blue in the face studying it if it hadn ' t so hap- pened that she was blue already, which was sad because nobody could see how hard she was working to keep away from the S.-B.-P.-T.-J.-D.-Cat. All through that long hard winter she went in fear of her life, sneaking round back paths and hiding in the bushes when she heard the prepercussions of the foot steps of a Cat. Then when spring came she decided that the time had come to make an end of the dreadful game and challenged the Monster face to face, and to everyone else ' s, no less than her own, intense surprise she actually vanquished him. The spring deepened, the cherry trees all over the Jungle blossomed, and with the heart of May did every beast keep holiday. They shed their fur or whatever it is with which a polyp covers itself, and basked in the sun, till they grew brown and beautiful, and enjoyed themselves. But somehow the Highly Superior Cats did not teel the same way about it, and the Rather Inferior Variety of Cats miaowed and caterwauled until something simply had to be done about it. So the Highly Superior Cats issued an edict and posted it all over the Jungle, giving the beasts fair warning, and then they organized a hunt and treed every beast that appeared outside its lair without its fur. Of course the bats had quite an easy time because they simply flew and the Mouse scrambled up but the poor Zebra was in despair and — have you ever seen a polyp try to climb a tree. Well finally the strain got so bad that the pitiful little Polyp, wore thin and frail, decided to give up the struggle and prepared to leave. The grief of the Mouse was dreadful to behold but it managed to choke back its sobs long enough to squeak a parting ditty to the Polyp — who was not having any trouble with its voice and sang vigorously. At last the sad moment came and the Polyp slithered away to the Great Outside World. The Mouse shook her-self and started to reconstruct her life. Suddenly she had a brilliant thought. By gum ' she said to herself, carefully not mentioning it to the other animals, now that the Polyp has departed I am monarch of all I survey. And she looped the tip of her tail in a crown round her ears and took herself off for a brief holiday before taking up her duties as a monarch. 1251

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i I .-v.- jSIii If: ;;-;i-i; ' r; h ' ' : PATIENC GILBERT AND SUU, CAST Colonel Calverley Major Murgatroyd ) o™cco Lieut, the Duke of Dunstable ) Gunn Reginald Bunthorne, a fleshly poet Archibald Grosveiior, an Idyllic poet Mr. Bunthorne ' s solicitor - The Lady Angela | The Lady Sap hi r , Rapturous The Lady Ella Maidens The Lady Jane .J Patience, a Dairymaid Helen Bell, ' 31 - Adele Merrill, ' 30 Elizabeth Perkins, ' 30 i Rosemary Morrisson, ' 30 Helen Stevenson, ' 31 Constance Sullivan, ' 30 I Sadie Zcben, ' 31 Agi.es Howell, ' 30- Conductor and Musical Director F. H. Ernest Willotjghby, A.R.C.M. Director Percy W. Edmunds Cfiorus Accompanist Vernon A. Hammond 1, Interior of Castle Bunthorne. II. A Glade. fc 124]

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Maybe It ' s Lon Chaney All things may come and then may go Within a world of flux. The skirts so short a year ago Have let out all their tucks. The head that tossed coquettish curls— According to the story — Has grown its bob till now piled high With woman ' s crowning glory. These petty details have their place, But fade from out the scene When, where a chasm once did yawn, Looms Goodhart ' s bulk serene. Beneath the stern Italian ' s eye To pray was once our wont, But here in classrooms K to N, We now recite, or don t. Once sportive as the springtide lambs, About the Inf we played, But now a tyrant holds the door Against a friendly raid. But, as the hymn books often say, There ' s one who never changes. From year to year he holds his place, No ban restricts his ranges. The doctor and the Board of Health Would catch the rover bold. But still he stalks among our ranks, Seiior, the Common Cold. [261