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

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As late as 1917 there was a rule forbidding students to walk about the grounds with bachelor professors and to hold superfluous conversation with them outside the classroom, which makes one wonder whether, were the rule still extant, Drs. Chew, Sprague, Broughton, Watson, Crenshaw, and Dryden would still be eligible bachelors! Page fifteen

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Any old drone is good enough for me, buzzed Mrs. Manning as she tripped around Goodhart stage in black and yel- low stripes in Top Secret. Dr. Nahm, in a strawberry blond wig was crowned queen of the May, while the May-pole dancers wound him up with streamers. We ' ll never forget Mrs. Marshall dancing in a Roman garden with a bust of Aeschylus, nor Dr. Frank correcting stacks of blue books with undivided at- tention throughout the whole perform- ance. The faculty show revealed so much hidden talent — danseuses, coloratura sopranos and comedians — that we won- dered if some of our classroom lecturers hadn ' t missed their true vocations. e fourteen

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Even though the Lantern Night tradition is as old as the college, anyone who thinks that she is singing an old Greek hymn has another thought coining. Pallas Athena was the class song of 1893, and Sophias is part of a Russian service by a man named Lyoff. But, it is true that the second class in college received its lanterns from the class of ' 89 in order to light them through the maze of the group system . However, as the system is no longer in force, and we simply major, we are sometimes at a loss as what to do with our lanterns. There are a number of red ones in various nooks and crannies around Haverford, and one we know of has even gone as far as Princeton. Parade Night, originating in the fall of 1911, was instituted in a different kind of spirit. It was substituted for a kind of rough-and-tumble Rush Night which was fast developing into an annual brawl, not suitable to young ladies. Hazing of the freshmen is now considered primitive and barbaric, and so today we work off our animal spirits by howling at the top of our lungs over the firemen ' s band and prancing like banshees around a bonfire. Page sixteen