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

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Who cares? Perhaps the bells didn ' t ring in week- ends to Harvard and Yale for us; our col- lege days were nearly over. But we had developed in the meantime, gay resources within ourselves to combat the shortages of available male college students and made the most of what we had. We had played our childish ' prank-tics ' and there was plenty of scope for the most vivid imaginations — including balloon games. Through it all there was the same sing- ing in the dining halls, dashing down to the Inn between classes, making resolu- tions on economy and deportment that were never kept. The Paoli local with its piercing toot was our golden chariot, the entrance to the outer world — with it we m think of dates, shopping, and week-ends. We brought back stories on it which mingled with philosophy and bridge after midnight, and helped to establish the ta- boo on conversation at breakfast. Always there was scrambling for tele- phone calls, the intrigue of mysterious telephone messages, lining up to take ap- praising looks at each others ' dates as they stood inspection in the show cases. We played through the seasons of fraternity dances and football games, and waxed sentimental and nostalgic to the tune of Aurelee . Indoors, outdoors, and all the time we worked off excess energy — and some that wasn ' t excess. But it ' s a poor sport that is not worth the candle . Roxy Rhoads On Ilky Moor, my hat: Page twenty-tivo

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We remember the all night bull sessions when we hashed out the problems of the world and of ourselves over milk and cookies, when we played tag and made surreptitious raids on the kitchen. We remember the joy of getting sunburns on the gym roof and in the Cloisters, contests of who was har- diest and could cook to a crisp without quitting . . . walks in the countryside on spring evenings, the constant badinage as we greeted friends on the campus . . . subsiding for an even- ing of reading Cosmopolitan . . . and above all, the won- derful feeling of escape when we went to the movies. Spring made us love our friends with balconies, where we could sit by the hour, shouting at passing friends or foes, and seeing all that was going on. We admired one another ' s talents, the energy of the devo- tees of riding and skating, who despite transportation diffi- culties, managed to keep going in all seasons. Pianos in the halls were innovations in our senior year, and brought forth much activity — dancing after lunch and dinner, while we envied the accomplished jitterbug — and singing, long and lusty, on almost any occasion. The spirit was reflected in our rooms, resplendant with trophies — mostly signs, animals and bottles — where we had our afternoon teas, cooking in the tea pantries. And we had wonderful community hair-washings and water fights, all undertaken in the spirit of Gaudeamus Igitur. There were other moments unforgettable too. We heard of Pearl Harbor together, of President Roosevelt ' s death, and finally that wonderful spring morning that was V-E Day came, and all the bells rang. i Three Little Maids 7 See a B ' ar

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JP Smilin ' Thru Shakespeare, Time, and the Funnies Ditto, see above