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

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The Year Book of 1933 CHAPTER THREE Junior Year we came back under the shadow of a quarantine. Some of us had cause to be much annoyed at its restrictions; the habitual stay-at-homes remember it only as the reason for our being admitted to Lantern Night free. We had taken on new privileges and responsi- bilities now. We held our class meetings in a smoking room, and trod the Senior Steps without fear. By the end of the year, in fact, we had almost developed the habit of using them. We looked on our sister class with critical concern, and sometimes, alas, had to take it upon ourselves to teach them their proper Freshman manners. We tipped their caps with easy nonchalance and felt properly magnanimous. On Banner Night we treated them to a skit. Considering that it had no composition and only two rehearsals, it was — well, as good as could be expected. Along with infantile paralysis had come unemployment. We gave up desserts with a noble gesture, thereby bringing great good fortune upon our local candy business, and attended the Vilaphone presentations, not entirely for the sake of charity. Some of us were already in Post-Majors, so that in general our lighter activities were falling off. But after a Christmas unsullied by English reading, we were ready to think of Big May Day. We had a mass meeting, and showed ourselves ready to undertake it, in spite of depression. After a full schedule of Midyears had been arranged to avoid extra work at the end of the year, we forgot May Day for a while. When we came back after Midyear weekend, we were surprised one by one, on glancing in the unusual direction of the upper front of the library, to see a statue where no statue had been before. Those who had stayed the weekend reported that she was labeled ' ' Wisdom hath builded her house and took three men with three large pulleys to hoist up. In February, Kirsopp Lake arrived, to take Bryn Mawr hearts by storm. Soon after that folk dancing practices began. We acquired much weariness and little skill. The try-outs for May Day were appropriately prefaced by a recital by Mr. King. And ril do, and Fll do, and Til do, offered itself as a slogan for the busy weeks of May Day preparation. March brought, incidentally, our first formal dance, official sanction for climbing in windows, and our class [21]

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The Year Book of 1933 rings. Before the month was out we were writing names and addresses on fihng cards for the PubHcation O ice. In April a learned psychologist anticipated the advertisers by showing us the technique of the magician. It ' s all in doing your tricks with one hand while the other is more inter ' estingly engaged, he said. So we tried making paper flowers with the left hand while the right hand was managing a tea cup. The tea drink ' ing was a success. A few of us formed a Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Crepe Paper. But most of us turned to and jammed our smoking rooms with loosely articulated bunches of pink petals. The Gym Basement began slowly to distribute its five hundred costumes. Supper was moved to seven o ' clock to make more time for rehearsals. Little May Day came and went, and its nose, if it had one, would surely have been out of joint. Finally the great weekend arrived. Friday began with a light rain and a doubtful sky. The college moped and mourned. When the clouds broke we showed our ultimate descent from primitive sun ' worshippers. Under our civilized expressions of satisfaction were vague desires to beat tom-toms and leap wildly in unison. Soon the friends and relatives began to arrive; the grand-stand filled; the proces- sion wound along; the Maypole rose, swayed, threatened to fall, and sank into place amid cheers. It was soon over. It had been a good May Day, the weather had blessed us. We sank into a semi-coma from which we were aroused some time near the Fourth of July. ■C 22 ]-