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

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F R E W This Y earbook is intended above all to be a tangible repre- sentation of the students ' view of Bryn Mawr. Contrary to custom, it is not designed primarily as a record of the achievements of the senior class. Rather, an attempt has been made to show our recognition of the lasting value of the changes and developments on the college campus. The board wishes to thank all photographers, both amateur and professional, who have contributed pictures. The literary editors, being naturally lazy, saved themselves a good deal of labor by collecting articles that seemed to fit their purpose, from numer- ous sources around the campus. They rifled the morgue of the College News, and found hitherto unpublished try-outs, write-ups of many aspects of Bryn Mawr which were needed for this book. They combed Freshman English files, and even sank so low as to use scribblings from telephone pads and scraps from waste baskets. This method of massing material partly accounts for the miscel- laneous character of some of the writing;.

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Before TO J. G. Our watchman-astronomer, Joe, Has quite a long distance to go At night through Bryn Mawr, One eye on a star. The other on girls down below. After GHOST WRITER FINDS TAYLOR HAUNTED Tracks Down Elusive Campus Spirit Taylor, March 6th. The Taylor mystery was solved when the ghost of Juno was discovered pacing the halls last night. She was a pathetic sight. Dust lay thick upon her insubstantial body, giving shape to the otherwise formless spirit, except where some over-zealous meddler had brushed off her nose. We present the re- sults of her interview, uncensored. When asked to give a brief resume of her life, she murmured inaudibly, ' Life. Protoplas- mic insignificance unconfined in mathematical formulae. ' Q. Pardon? Would you mind defining your terms? A. Never mind. I was just remembering what life is today. It hasn ' t always been like this. I was a goddess once, an immortal. My life was wild and free. I tread the wine dark seas, or, like an eagle of the sun, scaled the snowy peaks of Olympus, glancing through space on the wings of the wind. Q. That must have given you an extraordi- nary, if classical, background. A. You ' re young, my dear. More is needed than classical knowledge nowadays. As an undergraduate I failed the German Oral twice. No matter. My hours are almost gone, and that reminds me I must get back to the subject. Where was I? Oh, yes. My life falls naturally into three periods, purely arbitrary distinctions of course, for convenience. Q. Yes, I know. You underwent a steady- development throughout. A. Now my classical period was one of ex- perimentation. Q. How interesting! What were you ex- perimenting with? A. Forms. Q. Literary, of course.