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

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back = to = roctry I lour ov lea = lime Vlei ody Good-afternoon, my companions of the Tea-Time Hour. We Back-to-Poetry- ites have a marvelous discovery to report to you — a schizophrenic poet. He is going to recite to you today an ode composed in one of his best schizophrenic moods, inspired by the May Day celebration held recently at one of our great eastern institutions of aesthetic culture. Mr. Kettle-Schillev: Whenas green May returns the sun. And morning dew shines clear. Then up. then up when day s begun. The Bryn Mawr girls appear. ith ruff and puff, with silk and say. With plumes and bells and gold. Behind the flowery May pole they Their way with dancing hold. (Beneath the rose cheek, the yellow grease paint Smearing with the warmth, oozing, sweating, Like butter melting on an unwashed dish. Coating the cold spinach and the rotting fish. Mackerel, the dark-fleshed mackerel, The mackerel.) (Two white oxen bothered with crepe paper flowers Sullenly drag the pole, remembering the Clean squareness of their prize stalls in barns Built o( cement and steel in Illinois, or Idaho, Or the trim red Gothic of New Hampshire and Vermont. Remembering too the crowding, shaking, smelly dark. The noisy, swiftly moving dark. Ol the long freight-trains and the trucks and the station in Philadelphia. I here s Marian, whom Robin weds: I here s England s Saint George true; I here Pu k. who fastens asses heads Where asses head-, are due. I hey .ill join in a merry i i 1 1 ' . I ley ho. hey nonny-no, 1 1 I i ' i the May Queen they do sing, I ley ho. hey nonny-no, Ma I ).i i .1 pretty . p etty thinr. (Eumenides, the lair Eumenides — My ( rod, why doesn t she answer her cue. The sun wills, the earth spots, the briars scratch. My God, why doesn I she answer her cue. Rolls choke, beards stick, helmets press, Whal would I give lor a cigarette! Cigarette, cigarette, Eumenides, Blasl Eumenides, cigarettel) (Over, il s over. ( live me a bed. Pillows, dark, pillows, ih.ii make me Forget Pebbles in my shoes, dust, heat, sweat, I ull, hoi mobs, Vile orangeade, I ' illows ih. it make me forgel ' ) Ma) I .i i« ,, pretty . pretty thing] ' i

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Dr ynmawrcn or lime f Tt ' 935- ' 936 This is the Brynmawrch of Time 1 his is the first of November, 1955, late in the afternoon. Paoli Local jammed. Bryn Mawr taxis swamped. Campus over-run with strange, excited women. Bryn Mawr celebrates its fiftieth birthday. Why, Jane! Why, Mary! I didn t dream I ' d find you here! Nor I you! But isn ' t it wonderful to be back? Isn t it? The same old fog and rain — I revel in it; and Taylor tower! Yes, Taylor tower! (Both) Taylor tower! Goodnart Hall ihe same evening. The tri- umph of education is revealed. Cornelia Otis Skinner, dressed like a schoolgirl of the Nine- ties, monologues on the struggle between love and education in her soul. Miss Park shows pictures on the screen of education on the Bryn Mawr campus battling greater odds than love. Taylor when almost nothing else but Taylor was. Merion without any closets. Students who were pioneers and wore a lot of clothes. But again, education wins. And now, lifty years after, it dons its laurels. November eighth. Another birthday makes history. But what birthday it is, is a philo- sophical question: whether it s the birthday before the first or the first itself. Or if it s both, then it s the second, since one and one make two. But the prolundities of the situa- tion are quite proper, since the birthday be- longs to Judith Weiss, whose father can settle it lor her. Today, December nineteenth, a memorial service is held in Ooodhart for President J nomas, who died on December fourth. It is in accordance with her own wishes, just as the interment of her ashes this morning in the cloisters of the Library was her wish. The col- lege is her monument. January sixth it is now. Time marches on. Bryn Mawr Summer School to return to campus, Miss Park announces today. Whether agreement will be permanent, no one can tell, she says, but: It would be a great mistake for Bryn Mawr to lend itself to the disintegrating force in American life which keeps people of differing opinions from working together in a harmoni- ous way. January still, but May is just around the corner, being a Big May Day May. Listen to this: Jane, have you made any flowers today? Oh, Mary, look, we have some yellow paper now! I just couldn t face any more of that pink stuff! Some one tell me quick! What do I do with the wires when I get this far? ' Hurray, I ve made a carnation! Simple! Ruffle the edges and there it is! A thing of beauty and a joy forever. Or hear this discussion of royalty, most ler- tile of themes. I don ' t care. I m all for Marilyn. You have to have some one who can act to be May Queen. ' (Continued on Page So) 20

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Last Vlinute J News Masl asnes 1956- 937 Return of senior class with cries of We ' re guinea pigs, that s what we are, guinea pigs! to a campus apparently holding little promise and much threat . . . lethargic attitude soon dispelled by pre-election flurry stimulated by the News questionnaire (which fared almost as well as the Literary Digest Poll) and bv the political meeting in the Gym . . . culmination of all hysteria in election night mass meeting complete with band, torchlight parade and effigies. . . . Interest in international affairs spurred on by Mr. Fenwick ' s appointment as delegate to the Inter-American Conference for the Maintenance of Peace. . . . James G. Mac- Donald s lecture in the Deanery, throwing everyone in a swivet over the imminence of war. . . . Mrs. Barbara Wootton explaining Social Trends in Contemporary England. The Shan-Kar Ballet, Andres Segovia ' s guitar recital, the Myra Hess concert and Cornelia Otis Skinner s performance, headliners on the entertainment front. . . . Varsity Players ' Holi- day; the Glee Club ' s Mikado; the Latin play, 1 he Little Spook; the French Clubs Ecole des Maris; the fall and spring one-act plays - — all highly successful amusement. Regret for the retirements of Miss Georgi- anna Goddard King, Head of the Department of History of Art, and of Dr. Rufus Jones, President of the Board of Trustees, both of whose names have become inseparably con- nected with Bryn Mawr. ... A fitting successor to Dr. Jones found in Charles J. Rhoads, son ol the first President of the college. earlong excitement over the Spanish war, provoking hitherto unsuspected communist or fascist tendencies . . . the radios blaring forth all the rumors and conjectures about the abdi- cation and then, at last, the event itself . . . the Ohio flood, brought close to home by those whose families were in it. Innovations seen in: the series of eight lec- tures On the Nature of Man, an inter-depart- mental project suggested and carried out by Mr. Helson, Mr. McKinnon and Mr. W ' eiss . . . the new course in stagecraft given by Mr. Wyckoff . . . the Alumnae Weekend . . . the hazardous lessons in ski-ing and social danc- ing in the Gym . . . installation of the com- prehensive system in all departments. Most exciting news of the year: Miss Park s announcement on March 2 of the four-point program for disposition of the Fiftieth Anni- versary Fund . . . the erection of a new science building for geology and chemistry, begun this spring; a new wing of the Library for the Art and Archeology Departments; plans for a new dormitory and increased enrollment; the ap- pointment of Mrs. James Chadwick-Colli ns as Director-at-Large of the college. . . . The atti- tude that We have witnessed great events, seen among the undergraduates following the announcement. Little May Day for the last time, and its accompanying mathematical and scientific problems of: 1) how to divide three hoops among eight people, and 2) how to keep a hoop rolling on the greensward - or anywhere else, for that matter. The last Spring Vacation — turned into a frantic reading period . . . Professor-emeritus Kittredge s brilliant lecture on Shakespeare ' s Villains . . . the final March on Comprehensives . . . the aftermath and a general we-who-have- aheady-died-salute-you feeling rampant . . . June and the senior class listening blissfully to Dr. John Edgar Park and Dr. Abraham Flexner delivering the Baccalaureate and Commencement addresses.