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

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The Follies of 1947 . . In the beginning there was the freshman, and she was confused, and she got lost on the way from the Vil. We progressed in the usual way, forgetting our soap, our tennis racket, and our appointment with Miss McBride, in that order. The purpose of Freshman Week is to keep the new student so busy that she won ' t have time to be homesick. Do they have to stand you at the top of a cliff in the middle of the night, scream, and push you down it, headlong into a mammoth blaze that a man is trying to put out with one silly little hose? Parade night is a lovely, inspiring tradition in- tended to draw the new girls together in a feeling of class spirit. Well, as a matter of fact, it did. Oh, Fireman ' s band — . Singing under Pern arch is a matter of hoping one of the other classes will make a few mistakes too, so as to ease the blushes resulting from too much freshman fervor and too few rehearsals. Next we slaved and memorized to the tune of large and inglorious fines and the exhaustion of the juniors to perfect the unintelligible sounds required for Lantern Night. It even sounded pretty good, and tea was delicious. After Christmas dinner and vacation, we returned to greet our first midyear exams. Ah well, the faculty were kind, and Mrs. Broughton most understanding. Freshman Show brought excitement and grease paint, and sundry other surprises. We removed the bicycles from our beds, the clocks from our window seats, and fell into weary slumber after days of paint- ing pink clouds and picking the second skyscraper off Toni Boel ' s head. Our auctioneers were famous, but no less so was our own happy puff of southern wind from capitol hill. Even the upperclassmen survived it all. Need we mention freshman long papers, and hot coffee and cold towels? And so came the glories of spring, sunburns, and the end of the year. Veterans, we returned in the fall, took Lantern and Parade nights in our healthy stride, and mourned the lack of Thanksgiving vacation. We took Nurses Aide training and after weeks of creeping out of the hall in the cold winter dawn to go to Philadelphia hospitals, learned the intricacies of making beds complete with three sheets and occupant. In the spring Dr. Herben told us that, like Lady Godiva, we were approaching our close. Junior year had us wondering whether we were awake or asleep, and we decided we didn ' t know. When May Day came this year we slept and appreciated it, but later in the day many of us posed in various avo- cations for Mrs. Sutton ' s photographer. The prom was idyllic, com- plete with balmy breezes and a full moon. In the best prom tradition, it was so crowded that the punch ran out. The highlights of senior year were the coal strike, when we went to bed at twelve o ' clock and remembered Mr. Lewis in our prayers, and our new name, History-haunted women . Spring, daffodils, and comprehensives. All things must have an end, and here may we. Page six

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We passed our Sports Requirements . Like the orals, sports are something the Bryn Mawrters must pass to graduate. There are those to whom a cig and a cozy chat seem a much better form of muscular relaxation. However, no matter how firmly she protests about being the non-athletic type, she seems to find herself sur- viving, during Freshman and Sophomore years, the required number of hours each week. And there are many to whom sports are a pleasure; the spirit of competition of a game well-fought, whether with Rosemont or Princeton ' s Ivy Club, the individual pride in a perfect shot or stroke, guarantee many well-filled teams. Page eight