Bryn Mawr School - Bryn Mawrtyr Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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C3111 the Seniur Qfinuin Q, HE doors were closed and not a sound came through the ventilatorsg some- thing must be wrong. Can you imagine the Senior Room in perfect quiet? It is difhcult, but as the doors were opened the reason for the silence was evident. The room was empty. No, upon closer examination there seemed to be someone trying to conceal herself in the corner of the sofa. She was really just reading modern poetry and trying to like it. The next period, however, was a 'fstudy for the whole class, and chaos reigned. Hello, Jazz! Reading NIasefield? , Yes, as usual. Oh, dear, did anybody get any sense out of her Latin? l didn't even have time to nnish mine. Won't somebody go over it again with me? Sorry, I haven't done algebra yet. q Oh, oh, oh! Will I ever get the Dramatic Club settled? and Billy, bursting into the room, slammed her books down on the table, I ' HI don't know, but I wish I could manage to get some team practices. Mussy, aren't we going to practice today? UNO H 'x I? N H But I thought we were. You said - I I know, Milly, but we can't, because --- I g I 'fGosh! with this Ruth started pawing through her shelf, scattering books and papers right and left until she was almost hidden from sight. Then the silence that had fallen upon the room was suddenly broken by everyone exclaiming at once: Ruth, what has happened P . I have lost my composition. What shall I do? l am surel left it in my English book, and now it is gone. Oh, here it is. Thank goodness, I didn't lose it. After a few minutes of quiet, a small voice spoke from the depths of many pillows upon the sofa. Oh, Primy! I have something to tell you. Do you remember the day we all H As the story continued, one girl after another moved over to the sofa to listen, her lessons forgotten for the time being. The plot thickened, until hnally, as the climaxof the tale was reached, a loud squeal arose, which was hastily suppressed by Evelyn .and the proctors. But, alas, they were too late: the damage had been done. The doors opened and Miss Thomas stepped into the room. Did I hear a noise in the Senior Room? was all that she said. Of course, it is possible that she had, but they could not be sure, so to this very day that question has gone unanswered. Twenty-oize

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Q 555151 :gear at Srlqnnl A, HE only drawback about being in the Senior class is the fact that it means ' school is almost over. Perhaps some one way down the line will think liz, 'IN 2 s nl 5: KQ IJ that no one in her right mind would make a statement like that, and that nothing could be better than to be almost through school. But just wait until you are a Senior, too, and realize that it won't be long before you join that rank of endless numbers, the Alumnae. Then, I think you will agree with me and say that nothing could be worse than leaving the school you have loved so long and so much. Even if it does sound awfully egotistical, l must say that the Senior Class is just the nicest in the whole school. One of its chief attractions, as every one must realize, is the Senior Room. At the beginning of the year we got together and decided to remove the age-worn cretonne, bought by the Class of 1916, and to work wonders. We went down town and bought yards and yards of nice fresh material, and came to school for several days to work. Two little hand machines were lent us and we kept them buzzing all the time. When at last we had finished, the room looked so nice that we hardly knew it. The curtains were fresh, the worn green chair covered, and the couches covered and filled with pillows. Then we got out our 1922 banner and hung it up so that it might be an inspiration to us throughout the year. So much for the Senior Room at the beginning of the year. Now, sad to tell, the cretonne is getting soiled and old looking, the pillows are rip- ping, and, by some unknown power, a half a dozen chairs, more or less, have been broken. Our table is always filled with books, pads and papers, and our shelves don't know the Hrst meaning of the word neatness. But all of this does not take away one little bit of the love we have given to the Senior Room and we earnestly hope that next year's Seniors will Hx their room up, too, and get as much pleasure out of it as we have. Here's to '23! E. w. s., 122. Twenty

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