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

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Elizabeth Mongan Mary Oakford Mary Froth ingh am Board of Editors Editor- in - Ch iej Evelyn Waples Editors Helen Bell Contributors Sydney Sullivan Art Editor Barbara Kirk Assistant Art Editor Robin Kreutzberg Photographs Celia Darlington Virginia Hobart Margaret Findley The campus views are by Reinick Xeesen B usiness Board Business Manager Virginia Shryock Margaret Findley Ethel Sussman Assistants Virginia Burdick Esther Thomas Page Fire

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Freshman Y ear LIFE was much more exciting in the old days before we learned how to plan our work and use our Saturdays to the best advantage. That was in 1927 and Sappy and Posey Bailey were still with us, and Palache and Jo Young. In those days we still tried to get food out of Pembroke Kitchen. There was the time when we crawled in, lit on some cans, and crawled out of the darkness to find we had stolen OLD HONESTY fruit salad. It was a coincidence, we said. Angelyn did the split in our little show and all the tall handsome girls were sheiks — Pinkney and Rhys and Helen Bell, etc. It wasn ' t a very big show, they all called it a skit, but we liked it and remembered to say zebra instead of chipmunk. Freshman Night was not like any other night. Merion procured some fireworks and set them off on the faculty tennis court. I believe there was some trouble about getting out. The freshmen had to get out by the fire escape from Jameson ' s room because the door was locked. Anyway, next day found Betty Fry and C. T. in their caps and gowns in the Self-Government room. There was some real drama in Wyndham freshman year. But there was big May Day. It seemed that college was all folk-dancing and paper flowers that year. (Heh) We had gingerbread men and hot cross-buns to eat. We had to go to Gladys Lenka ' s soirees in the gym. You had to shake hands with her and then act out what her manner was, proud or affected or naive. It was the same idea as our natural dancing. And in the heat of May Day was The Apple standing over the costumes, putting in extra hours with Rebecca and disturbing even Mr. Alwyne ' s quiet depth. God bless our gracious sovereign. Miss Applebee by name, That long unto our comfort She may both rrrule and rrreign. Page Seven