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

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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

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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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CHRISTMAS O, Tannenbav ' . . . Don ' t forget your dear teachers . . . If you ' re left too much alone, Send a call for Mr. Sloane . . . If your joints begin to ache, Notify Miss Agnes Lake . . . Wells gets you out of hells, Hold on to David and you ' ll be saved . . . Here at the threshold of another year, We stand a small, neglected company. Our collars frayed, our hair a little thin . . . Our feet each day drawn closer to the grave. We stand among our cobwebs and look out, And watch you dance down avenues of spring The chill blood stirs; we raise a palsied hand And wave the years a fond farewell. Goodby, dear girls, goodby, god-speed. Keep clean, And don ' t forget the Dean. (Read at Rhoads Christmas Dinner by Mr. Soper)