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

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ROSEMARY THERESE GILMARTIN EMILY C. EVARTS EVA KRAFFT Page fourteen

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Al lFTER four years in the Biology depart- ment, we still feel properly humble — this year one of our professors, commenting on the length of time we took to make glyco- gen in the Bio-chemistry lab, told us that an embryo could do it much faster! Yet we can point to a vast increase in our skill and knowledge; in our first year we learned the theory of slicing a mouse embedded in a loaf of bread; we can peel onions and shed a minimum of tears over them; we de- veloped an infallible technique for writing in the dark (we stopped taking notes dur- ing Embryology lectures). Moreover, in the face of striking revelations — observing that the only typical growth of onions is atypical growth or watching an embryo fish develop into an egg cell (on the screen) — our department helped us to remain calm and unperturbed. In times of stress they of- fered us such recreational activities as play- ing ball with Fly, or Cops and Robbers with Jim. In return we gave Miss Opp the Read- ers Digest for Christmas. But senior year in the field of outside reading we resumed our place as followers as we joined the depart- ment every afternoon to enjoy the benefit of the sustaining contents of Applied Biol- ogy- Biology . . . Page thirteen

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Chemistry . . . The real hazards of a Chemistry major are encountered in Park. There is always the possibility (Ha!) of an explosion. If you take time out from your labors for a spot of tea — brewed in a beaker — there is constant danger of mixing it up with some cyanide. (For the information of those who want to end it all, cyanide kills you in fourteen sec- onds.) When you finally escape for a date, your hair is scented with hydrogen sulfide and your nails are repulsively black with silver nitrate. But there is one advantage which out- weighs all the disadvantages: the good will and high spirits of the department. Who can forget Dr. Crenshaw ' s gunpowder lecture, when he gleefully set off explosives, the last one nearly knocking us off our seats, and the magic touch of Dr. Berliner which produced red flowers from blue, the formula for nylon shaped like a stocking containing a lovely leg, and a trick synthesis which, on the black- board, turned out to be Merry Xmas in the last class before Christmas Vacation. Then there were lollipops tossed to a drooling class after masquerading as atoms; ice cream cones . . . We could go on, but there are only five seconds left till the cyanide takes ef- fect . . . Page fifteen