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

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PEMBROKE EAST Prank-playing, niche-filling seniors, full of sound and fury, carry banners unfurled into crusades against the fac- ulty, May Day, administration, squirrels and each other; and their college-broadened minds conceive vast schemes for quick money, European trips, dance decorations, mar- riage. Up in arms, down in the dumps, off to Harcum, back from the Ville, spirit runs high. Pem East has big-happy- family atmosphere with every -man-is-an-island diversity; some of us metamorphose newspaper into pink Dali-esque statuary behind bolted doors, others spin out a network of faked phone calls from the Harcum switchboard, and the more easily amused lay out snares and dummies, calculated to tingle spines. The keynote, Organization, comes from a sense that everything we do is as vital as hot water on Thursday night. Freshman-animal-hunting was plotted with the precision of an A-Bomb test. Less destructive but no less efficient are the surprise birthday parties which come off with antici- pated regularity. The only blot on our birthday scutcheon was the time a Toni-Home-Permanent smell nearly choked the celebrants, until somebody discovered an alpaca-lined coat smoldering on a hot plate. Freshman -Hall- Play -Placque- winning, we carry drama into our everyday lives. The room under the stairs is our world, and all the world ' s a stage. Not a day goes by but somebody makes a grand entrance, casts books and coat aside and delivers a harangue on anything from an aca- LOUISE BELKNAP History of Art ANDREA B. N. BELL History ANN EBERSTADT Politics BARBARA BENTLEY French Page twenty -nine

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SHEILA TATNALL Politics KATRINA THOMAS English The Merion hunger drive is adequately remedied hy three meals a day from the college, hy the hookshop, the Community Kitchen and the Hearth, 5 a. m. breakfast at the Blu Comet and hoagies ordered from Mariani ' s to fill in the cracks. Patty Keller and Holly are invariably accom- panied to dinner by their swains who evidently prefer the Bryn Mawr kitchen to that at Haverford. There is Katsy who holts her food and Sunny who needs to be fed intra- venously, and upstairs in the tea-pantry Seideman brews coffee to stay awake while she counts clothing for the Merion Cleaning Agency. (In between collecting clothes and recruiting Psych subjects, Annie runs Self-Gov. so smoothly that we barely know it exists.) The tea pantry has even been known to have been used for cooking whole chicken dinners, as when Christmas dinner was served to a group of Penn law students in the silent study. However, the straw that broke the camel ' s back was when a Haverford-man appeared at breakfast. Bathrobed and bandana-ed tired-eyed Merion simply could not take prunes and Haverford at that non-speaking hour! Orig ' inally the fourteen seniors were only part of twenty- eight extremely noisy Freshmen who used to stare aghast at the erudition and eccentricities of the class of ' 46. Never, they thought, would they reach such a state of worldliness and peculiarity. Imagine Kat ' s surprise one night when after bounding up the steps and shaking her date firmly by the hand, she leaned over the signing-out book and heard a Freshman still out on the porch saying: That ' s the hall character! Seniors they are at last! LEAVE W SMEAR THE CAMLIEfl Page twenty-eight

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ELISABETH MARIA GUTH Politics ALICE LOUISE HACKNEY Biology SUZANNE ELIZABETH HENDERSON English demic injustice to a sensational weekend. And never a day goes by but some paper-typer doesn ' t declare herself on the verge of collapse and drag her unwilling friends down with her in a maelstrom of Thesaurus-thumbing, dictionary- delving and footnote-phraseology. The same intensity stimulates a voracious appetite for new diversion, leading us through vogues of cross-word puzzles, Spite and Malice, argyle socks and a continual sampling of Main Line movies. Winnie-the-Pooh-like expotitions have led us in many directions — to secret gardens, eerie estates, to picnics by and in Dove Lake, to the wilds of the P. W. country by station wagon for moon- lit beer-drinking, and the same wanderlust may scatter us like leaves over the Continent next year. No Ivory Tower, this. MARY EVE ISRAEL French LANE BETTE KOLKER Philosophy Page thirty