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

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Class Teacher MISS EI.cocIc t OFFICERS S Pl'ESl'dGlIl XHRGINIA TURNER Vice-P1'esidc11t and - Sec1'efa1'y DIANE CAREW REIFSNIDER Mgwzggwmr T1 easzn er 7:9 MARY NATXVICK as A ' C flflfairz G ...... -.w41 IQ v Quy,,,,.Q v , , AJS Q QI YIRGINI.-X XNATTS Class Colors Red and Vlfhite laughing at Celnthinig but if you came to Bryn Mawr some morning about eight Hfty I dont think you would see anything but grins on the faces of the dozens of girls in the Study Hall. Class Five has always been a class that was ready for fun of all descriptions, so it will be from Class Five that I will take a day of school life just to prove that school is not all gloom! I rush into the Study Hall just as Miss Trundle lifts her hand to ring the bell, and a belated Senior dashes from the Library, grabs a prayer-book or hymnal, and tries to look as if she had been standing there for the last fifteen minutes. ln making ,a wild dash to my seat I trip over Jean McLanahan's foot, which is, as usual, occupying the aisle. Our famous collector of gaudy handkerchiefs, Mary Magruder, and incidently my cleskmate, starts one of her horribly contagious giggles. We all have to chew our handkerchiefs to keep from laughing out loud, as we laugh harder and harder, and nnally prayers are over and we calm down. O many people seem to think that school is just a grind, day in and day out, We go to English Hrst and Ruth Pearl, our minute but dignined butler, gets up and asks Miss Hoyt sweetly: Miss Hoyt, what did 'lbid' write? Everything in our grammar book seems to have been written by him. , We all laugh again and Mary, as usual, when she laughs, starts the'most awful hacking cough. lt is all right, however, to cough in English Class, but, just wait! Next we went to History and when Miss Plaisted asks our little red-headed basket-ball star where the majority of the sea battles in the War of 1812 were fought, she intelligently answers: 'tWell, wasnlt it off the coast of Switzerland? 711t,'f.'llljl-lllllc'

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51112 Glahzfrrzt ,p walked the tight rope, with th'e aid of a chalk line. lt Was Moonlight in Kalua, just before Carpentier and Dempsey pounded each other to a gay mess. Two spineless damsels did a Rag Doll Dance, after which the Second-hand Rose sang. Then the cabaret girls enticed the waiters into playing Cutie with themg the lady who was keeping a seat for a friendffll came just before Everybody Stept' started a general dance. Shortly, we felt that we must A , . T . Gather with hearts that are glad, to say good night. H. W., '24. lilIIIIIIIIIIllIlIIIIIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllIIIIIllllllllllllllllllllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlllllllllllllllllllIllIIIIIIIIIllIIIlllllllllllllllllllIlllIIIIIIIIIIIIIllillllllllllllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIllIlllllllllllllllIIIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIU 5 what Qflgnulh 'Qhzqapelt in GIEIEE Six 5 5 2 IF t t 5 P. Barton didn't tell all the teachers she was excused? E 5 5 All the class took gym? ' 2 2 M. Caples couldn't play the piano? 2 5 The temperature of the room pleased everybody? E 2 There wasn't a Miss Mason? 2 S Lillian Linthicum never talked? 5 2 Mussie didn't cast sweet smiles at certain girls? 2 5 Miss Trundle said we were the best in Study Hall? A E 5 The Naval Academy should burn down? ' 2 2 M. Caples diana get all her Latin fight? 2 E IIIIIIIIIIIIIIllIlllllllllllllllllllllllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllllllllllllllIIIIIIIIIIlllIIIIIIIIIIIlllIllllllllllllllllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllllllllllllllllllllllIIIIIIIIIIIII!IIIIIIIIlllIIlIllllIlIIlIlllllI!IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE Twelzzty-eight

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I laughing at gwnthing That started the whole class giggling and we kept it up all day long fexcept for the French periodj. Taken as a Whole, that was a happy day, and yet some people say there's no pleasure in life! A I 1. c., us. z ' - g L., Qt, g eg: X N7 x W lg , , I C-A fillqilhles UI-gnugltt nf Pressing Why do we have to put our clothes on? Why is it that they can't just get on? My shoe laces always get tangled so,' And Where do the -hits of my stockings go? I never can Hnd a thing but the hole. And then my hair! That's what I dread,- The way nurse combs and pulls my head. Before she hnishes I wish I hadn't any hairg I wish we needn't put clothes on, that they would just get there. ,25. Thirty