Flora Stone Mather College - Polychronicon Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

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Why Be Irritated , said the big sisters to their little sisters on Friday, November 16 - come to our advertising party and have fun . Upon entering Haydn Hall they found them- selves surrounded by signs of all sizes, and shapes. The evening started out with a quiz program, followed by a modern version of Red Riding Hood. Bette Daneman certainly looked the part in her Red outfit, and the big bad wolf was aptly played by Mimi Cohen. After- wards, Ruthe Orr had everybody playing games until the refreshment committee yelled, Come and get it . . . whereupon everyone made a mad scramble for the West Lounge for the cake and punch which ended an evening of fun and meeting new friends.

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Donned in blue jeans, plaid shirts, and with bare feet, Matherites turned out for the Hillbilly Brawl. Some even came in long flannel nightshirts and red flannels. Mather House walked off with the honors of having the biggest family lthe re were at least twenty of theml, and Sis Kepple took the prize for having the best costume, flannel nightshirt, corncob pipe, and all. The freshman skit, illusions of finding the flag, was hardly a reality, but for day dreaming was really cute. The highlight of the evening was the faculty quartet . . . never have we heard anything like it! The Nut Brown Maid will never be the same old gal after that rendition by Dr. Adams, Gelke, Keifer, and Rev. Cole. Calls of Swing your partner filled the air as everyone ioined in the good old fashioned square dances, and all agreed that they had had a corn cutting good time.

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STUNT NIGHT ..... MUSLIN TO ORCHIDS, CHAMPAGNE TO EGGS . We thought it would never come, that Big Night at Mather, but there it was and there we were. The lucky ones were in formals, others in costumes, but all were packed into the hot dressing rooms, nervously waiting. In the thirty- one Stunt Nights behind us, how many girls had suffered through the same intense excite- ment, wondering, Will we drink the cham- pagne this year'- ' We knew this Stunt Night would be the best Mather had ever had. After all, with an extra rehearsal and publication in Life Maga- zine as an incentive, we had polished off the stunts to perfection. Every class was afraid of thi other's ability, and only Stunt Night could 'le . We took out seats. This was it! The fresh- man director and pianist stepped down into the pit, and the curtain went up on, lf We Had Our Way . The stunt was a wild dream of what a streamlined Mather would be, where housemothers married sailors, and professors wore zoot zuits. Our freshmen did themselves proud in their production. The sophomores followed with To Be Or Not , a plan to keep Mather out of Moe's by building a Student Union. Complete with villians and millionaires, the stunt kept the audience in suspence. fBut we knew there would be a happy ending. There was applause from the audience as the curtain rose on a balcony of iunior Juliets, their motto being, Adelbert or Die . Seems Mather was having trouble with Adelbert until the Med Students and Housemothers helped her out. H The seniors topped off the program with College Touch , a satire on the Mather budget system. The senior chorus was warning the freshmen to expect to pay and pay and pay. But the finale concluded that college was worth it. Suddenly it was over. But we weren't through waiting. Hours and hours passed as Dickie introduced the Brain Trust. Finally the iudges sent down their decision. Everyone leaned forward in expectation, and then abso- lute bedlam broke loose as Dickie announced the winnah . . . the iunior class. The director and literary chairman sedately RAN out to receive the cup, as Life's camera flashed lit up the stage. The iuniors were pounding each other on the back while the other classes politely congratulated them. Back in the dressing room, we peeled off our make-up and clothes, and hastily threw ourselves together for the dance. And what a terrific dance. Everyone was in high spirits with vacation coming on, the lights were low, the music was wonderful, and there was iust enough room to dance! At one- thirty the juniors passed the champagne cup - more camera flashes - all the winning songs - more dancing, and the night was nearly over. But not quite. The tired but happy couple started for the breakfast at Haydn. It was snowing like mad, but no one cared . . . it was a beautiful morning! ' At the breakfast the candlelight helped hide the circles under our eyes. Gee, the food was good! It ended all too soon. While some were hopping trains for their home towns, others in the city tumbled into bed. We all had wonderful memories of a lot of work and a lot of fun, and of a night that we'll never forget.