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

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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

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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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Class Teacher Miss CRANE OFFICERS Pres-ideazt llCl.XRY TOWERS 1926 Vz'ce-Pwszfdezzt and Secl'ez'a1'y A N NE DOB BI N it 5552525355iii?EEEEI5iiiiiiiiiiiiliiiiiiiiiiiESETEEEEIEESEEEEEEESEiiZIE5ifEEiiiIEEEiiiiiiiiiiiiiiilliifiii T1'easm'e1' Q U5 u Nb AIARGARET B.-XRKER Ca fn to fn ANNE DOBBIN Class Colors G 5 1.1 6' U E . 'QIIIIPJ' Light Blue and Dark Blue 26111 it at Cgranh amh Cglnrinns glfeeling When you're all worn out after basket-ball, And don't feel like getting dressed at allg And you're walking around wond'ring how to get cool- When you suddenly think of the swimming pool. Oh! ain't it a grand and glorious feelin'! You get undressed in a sixth of an hour, And plunge right into a freezing showerg You pass the envious standing by, And make for the pool with a long, wild cry. Oh! ain't it a grand and glorious feelin'! You think of a dive and a nice long plunge, Then into the swimming pool you lungeg And you start off with the Australian crawl. You wonder how you were hot at all. Oh! ain't it a grand and glorious feelin'! And you make a dive which seems quite flat, And you scream: 'fNliss Santos, how was that? She answers: You've passed your front dive now. How did you do it, you clumsy cow! Oh! ain't it a grand and glorious feelin'! At last she summons: Come out nowj' And you feel like raising the deuce of a row. But when you're dressed, and nice and cool, You sure do hless that swimming pool. Oh! ain't it algrand and glorious feelin'! A. P. D., '26, M. s H., 'zo Tlviriy-oize