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

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FRESHMAN SHOW Hell ' s Belles enthusiasm . Then there was the night we led an advertising parade through the halls. There were pie beds and no beds, intreviews in the night and scuffles up and down the aisles of Goodhart, the kidnapping of the leading lady, and the amazing cooperation of our Western Union boy. Not to mention the fact that it was all a glorious success. Oh yes, that and more was our Freshman Year. . . . ANGEL: Hot dogs, nectar, am ' brosia, any flavor . . . GABRIEL (climb- ing on a cloud) : Tickets for this evening ' s entertainment now on sale. Step right up to the cloud on your right. Seventy- five cents a seat. Under the auspices of the Bryn Mawr League. Little Miss Eva will climb up on that high cloud, two hundred feet in the air, and dive, dive into a bowl of nectar without disturbing a noodle. Step right up . . . DEVIL (on soap box): I ' ll promise you anything. I ' ve got what you want. Will you give me a chance? Down with St. Peter! Down with the angels! Down with Philosophy ! Down with Social Economy ! Down with English Literature, and its classical allies ! Let ' s go to Hell! . . . JOCELYN FLEMING

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PARADE NIGHT— LANTERN NIGHT All of us — 153 strong — were going to be presidents or honor students some day, and we lept into affairs of state and erudition with great gusto. It was rumored our first weeks in college that a few of us habitually reserved books in the library for eight A: M., and so many of us were registered for geology that after two weeks the dean ' s office still had made no accurate estimate. We were known as the tribe-of ' reversible ' plaid ' coat ' wearers. So brave were we that even an encounter with a skunk could not keep a determined freshman from her appointment with the dean. Above all, it was different for we had a man for our Freshman Show animal. Every class of glory tells a little story about its Freshman Show, but ours was so unique that a special meeting had to be held to quiet down the Sophomores 1

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HALL DANCE The next year we plunged into college activities, scholastic and other- wise. This was the year we really began to get involved with orals — and Junior Year — and Senior Year. But outside of the necessary books and papers, we had more than a little fun. There ' s a certain warm satisfaction in being on the inside of things, and now we were really becoming a part of the college and could discuss with a superior attitude the small children who made up the Freshman Class. Now we could steal their parade night song and disturb their rehearsals. Now we could have lantern girls and be senior advisers. We were old hands at college week-ends and hall dances, at Christ- mas dinners and step singing. But aside from just being Sophomores, our year was different. That was the year Big May Day wasn ' t given. MARION MERRILL CHESTER i i