Harcum College - Purple Patches Yearbook (Bryn Mawr, PA)

Text from Pages 1 - 132 of the 1927 volume:

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Turple Tatches ELEANOR DAVY N OTHER reason Why Gentlemen Pre fer Blondes The aloofness of an a startlmg comb1nat1on mdeinable but the epltome of an altogether human attractlve personahty 10 Ci - QA v evening star, the mad dash of a chariot race, . . . , . , . ' 9 Turplee . .Tatches MARY JANE FULTON FOR three years Harcum's halls have been made ever so cheerful by Mary Jane's happy, complaisant smile. And tell me, who isn't envious of her rosy tinted cheeks? Among our recollections of her are memories of true Harcum Spirit in all ath- letics, a pleasant committeeman, a member of both the Harcum and Glee Clubs and- Well, What more need I say than just sweet Mary Jane? ll Turple Tatches EMILIE HEINE EMILIE the Irresistible! Famous for her charm, notorious for her French, an ardent student of Dick-ens, We hail her as daughter of Venus and Minerva, to which both faculty and friends will testify. 12 Turple Tatclzes EVELX N J ACKLE ffJACIH,E has a sunny smile for everyone. She is generous not only with her smiles but also With everything else, except her mail H 13 Tu rple Tatches BETTX KNIFE ETTY 1S one of those few Ideal Glrls She has great ab1l1ty not only ln her and III fLdd1t1o11 she possesses that Wonder ful power of malxmg and holdmg fr1ends 14 studies but also in Athletics and Dramgtios, JULIE PENDLET ON! That name needs l 'Turple Tazfclves J OANNE PENDLETON l no introduction to Harcum. When men- tioned, a picture of a vivacious, talkative and tiny person crosses our minds. Who else is so full of personality, wit and humor? Julie might try developing her one undeveloped talent, athletic ability, after she leaves Harcum. '15 Turple Tatches JEAN SALFISBERG 'I S qulte absurd to try to Wr1te about anybody as WISE as Jean She has re celved countless certlficates and medals 1n typewr1t1ng b6S1d6S maklng the Harcum and Glee Clubs We thlnk that other stenog raphers had better assure themselves of good posltlons before Jean graduates 16 I 1, ' I T . , . . Turple ?atches EDITH SNYDER 4 TRUE Hart Apple is Edie. Ruddy cheeks, a heart good and generous to the core and a delicious, spicy temper. Take and eat of it! ! 17 Turple Tatches MARGARET SPANGLER ARGARET remmds me of the first puppy I ever owned he could be eas1ly led but never pushed But to be more serlous but qulte as truthful she has also constantly remlnded me of a l1brary of rare old books In our two years of llfe together We have turned many a dellghtful page 18 I 5 . . , . . s . . . ,W , . , .Q ' Tztrple Tatches MARGARET VAN DOREN HJEGGY is poise personified. Even if the Harcum School were burning under her feet she could never lose her composure, Her lovable personality and sunny disposition, combined With her delightful candor have Won for her a Warm spot in all of our hearts. 19 Turple Tatclzes HELEN WILSON HELEN-as president of the Senior Class weire proud of you, and as the most popular girl in school we hail you! ! By your enthusiastic school spirit you have earned your seven bars, and by your delicious inter- course, friendly disposition, and fine sense of humor you have earned the everlasting friendship and admiration of everyone at Harcum. 20 Tu-rple 'Tatches LOUISE WILSON I I ERE is an exhilarating upotpourriv of sweet and spicy fragrances. Each day of knowing her reveals a new and exciting Louise. Sometimes a bit startling, some- times quietly subdued, but always buoyantly stimulating and altogether lovable. 21- Q Q! Senior Tresidentfs Welcome S PRESIDENT of the Class of Nineteen Twenty-Seven, I have the pleasure and the honor of Welcoming you to our Class Day. Tomorrow is the great day When our pride in our school and what we have accomplished in it will make us humble and silent. But today is ours for our fun and, We hope, for yours. We are eager to entertain you and have done wisely, you will admit, in attempting to discuss only ourselves, a subject with which We are almost as familiar as our parents or teachers. We hope that you will enjoy this hour of informal self-analysis and that We shall be able to show you a few of the unusual qualities of the girls in the Class of Nineteen Twenty -Seven. HELEN WILSON. fi KN 22 Tuarple Tatches Glass History BY BETTY DAVIS IVE thousand years ago, Pandora, burning with curiosity, knelt before the carved oak chest and released our troubles that it so securely held. Again she kneels before a chest, this time of beaten bronze and ebony, and again she is aflame with curiosity. But she remembers the tragedy that resulted from her last encounter with a mysterious chest, so now her curiosity is cautious and her trembling fingers do not at once untie the crimson cord that binds the box. She listens to the murmurs coming from its depths and pres- ently she smiles. . Oh, these arenit troublesf, she whispers to herself. Fm quite sure they must be something very lovely, for they are making the softest, sweetest melodies, and they are happy too, for I can hear their laughter. Iam going to release them! How nice,', she adds wistfully. 'SHOW nice it is that I can give something very lovely to the world after the fearful mistake I made so long ago. 'i . Pandora's fingers are excited as they unravel the tangles of the cord but they are deft, too, and soon the brilliant rope is tossed, powerless, into the corner and the lid is thrust up. Instinctively Pandora steps back. The murmurs in the box grow louder and gayer and then with a cry of Oh, see the light,,' a tiny Hgure leaps from the depths of the chest and perches on its rim. It is oh, so slender and supple and is carelessly dressed in huge satin diamonds of Vermillion and deep, deep purple. The Vermillion diamonds quite startle and abash you but the purple ones beseech you to come and take them in your arms. I am Joannen, cries the tiny creature, and I am Youth! Hear my lungs-aren't they strong? See my feet-aren't they light? I am going to sing and sing and run and run until I drop! The red diamonds gleam and sparkle, and Joanne leaps to the ground. And when I drop, H she adds before she whisks out of sight, Fm going to lie in tall cool grasses and dream forever and ever, U and the purple diamonds shine with a deep glow. Who is this bit of gentleness peeping up from the box? She is dressed in soft grey fur and her eyes are wide with wonders and shy delight She blinks at the sudden light and seems afraid of it. I am Jeanf' she says, and this light almost blinds me.', Pandora is worried, she is afraid for her moods and her helplessness. Then she notices her hands, and her fears disappear. They are so strong and effectual. They will do things and carry Jean to enviable and untouchable heights. 23 Turple Tcztches Where s my hat? Where s my coat? Oh d1d I remember to lock the door? nervously wa1ls the pretty glrl who next appears Pandora tells her she Just must get over be1ng so 1rrespons1ble and rattlebra1ned Yes 1sn t It awful? agrees Helen cheerfully But I just can t help It She turns away to watch an undeclded butterfly lazlly float over a clump of 1r1s and when she turns back agam she seems changed She has the calm assured a1r of one who has done everythmg Just as lt should be done and when It should be done She wears many decora tlons the most lmportant ones tell that she IS Senlor Presldent and Seven Bar Glrl and thev all show that she has emerged from her chrysahs of 1rrespons1b1l1ty a Helen 1n whom to put confident trust and love Next comes a regal slender goddess W1th flashmg black halr and a head held hlgh a lady of such beauty and polse that Pandora IS almost afrald of her and dec1des at once that she 1S cold and unrespons1ve My name IS Sally offers the goddess And I bel1eve you re afra1d of me Then she laughs such a Jolly heartv thoroughly un dlgmfied laugh that It completely expels all 1mpress1ons of coldness and mdlfference And as for bemg afra1d of her well that IS Just as 1mpos slble Sally rattles on talk1ng of everythlng and nothmg unt1l ai the end of a few moments Pandora IS completely won over by th1s rad1ant glrl w1th her keen sense of humor and her happy good nature Cant you be good? the scowl1ng black halred ch1ld IS begged More fun to be bad mumbles the ch1ld whose name IS LOUISE and she angrlly k1CkS a pebble because she has to get up early the next morn 1ng and hldes beh1nd a rose bush VVhen she emerges from her h1d1ng place she wears seven sh1n1ng bars and IS sm1l1ng serenely and sweetly She seems unruffled and unperturbed by the many respons1b1l1t1es glven her because she 1S go1ng to college and 1S an officer of her class You know she confides I haven t been naughty for ever so long It s so ch1ld1sh don t vou thmk? And b6S1d6S I rather hke bemg good lf 1t ISU t carrled to extremes There IS a verv t1ny doll clambermg Wlth d1fHcultv from the b1g box I am Clar1sse she absently explams whlle she carefully feels to see lf she was chipped durmg the perllous Journev And her eyes are smooth and filled w1th laughter when she finds she wasn t Of course I never am ch1pped she laughs But I am alwavs afrald I mzght be And when Pandora feels the tmy arm wh1ch looks so fra1l but whlch IS really so solld she d6C1d6S that Clar1sse never wall be ch1pped Then Clar1sse stralghtens the blue bows on her starched whlte frocks and runs awav after a WVISC old bumblebee You re probably verv athlet1c aren t you? the tall close cropped g1rl IS hopefullv asked I athlet1c laughs Margaret Oh no not at all If you w1ll pardon me I must go on she adds after a moment of sllence It s gett1ng rather late and I have so much to do I ve got to get a roast on for dmner bes1des do all my 1narket1ng But 1t s such fun to buy th1ngs 1n a Mennomte market I love 1t' And she qulckly 24 as s 9 ' as - - . . . . . cs ' 9 ' as cc ' 5 , . . . ,, . . . . . . . . . , I. . . . . s . . . a if ' sr sc - s , . . ,, . - 9 9 ,,s ' - . . . . 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Turple 'Patches walks away swlngmg her gav market basket wlthatrue brlde s enthuslasm Pandora watches her and th1nks how much n1cer It IS after all for her to be buy1ng tlnngs 1n a MCHHOHIIC market 1nstead of throwmg balls The l1ght twanglng of a lute causes Pandora to turn around and she sees a glrl of ethereal beauty standlng before her She carrles her lute swung on a golden cord over her shoulder and she has masses of old fash1oned t1m1d mlgnonette 1n her arms I am Mary Loulse she says softly and then she plays on her lute the lovellest most enchantlng muslc 1mag1nable When the last note d16S away and the mlst before her eyes clears away Pandora notlces that a great part of the mlgnonette has changed 1nto cr1mson pOpp16S of self assurance and amb1t1ous modern1ty The pretty blsque doll dressed 1n lace and p1nk r1bbons and a plumed hat seems terrlbly spo1led I m Evelyn she says Won t you have some candy? and sl1e generously holds out a bag of sweets Strangely enough she doesnt seem a b1t spolled any more The bag of candy seems to be slowly chang 1ng 1nto a lovely bouquet of whlte orchlds and l1l19S and the doll IS tall and dressed 1n a wh1te sat1n gown A Brlde murmurs Pandora what a perfect endmg Evelyn smlles and her dlmples tw1nkle Another g1rl 1S slowly saunterlng over Hello she drawls I m Errnhe and Pandora feels l1ke pushmg er Can t you move she asks must you be so languldp Em1l1e laughs good humoredly So 3 ou thlnk I m languld That s funny and she tosses to one s1de the heavy French Book she has been carrymg Do you know th1s tennls stroke? she abruptly changes the sub ject and Wh1pS her arm through the a1r w1th a strength and speed that 1S weakenlng to the beholder How could th1s wh1rlw1nd ever have been thought langu1d'9 Then Pandora notlces the French Book ly1ng forgotten on the grass and blames 1t on that A harlequln sort of person strldes up next She seems to be a typlcal strolllng player who struts her hour upon the stage gay carefree and unconcerned Pandora has a delxcrous fear that th1s dark ha1red person might be able to startle her 1n the1r conversatlon But when she talks to her she IS surprlsed to find that Betty IS most matter of fact and eternally fem1n1ne She IS a plquant m1xture of unafra1d P1errot and dehghtful convent1on Somethmg tumbles down on the grass It IS a round l1ttle rosv faced g1rl w1th a gr1n from ear to ear who mlght have been drawn by Rose O N e1l You re an awful baby aren t you? Pandora asks her Oh no argues Edlth I m not at all helpless look' ' And she turns handsprmgs and recltes Lat1n poetry w1th an ag1l1ty and fluency that IS amaz1ng and dehghtful Pandora apologlzes for so cruelly mls Judglng her at first 2 . . . . , . U . . . . . s . . . . . . 9 ' s 0 , - s . cc ' as I 3 . . . . . , . ' 9 . . . . . . . cs 3 as cs s 99 , . . 9 ' ' u 1 1 a u s cc ' as cc ' as s 9 ' . . . sc as cc 3 ' ' as ' ' a - , cc 9 as Y cc ' as 9 - 9 ' . . H . , . . L., 7 L s ,, . 9 54 - - as .- . . . . . I 5 s ' c o n . . . u If - I ' 9 , . cc 9 9 y as , . . cc as ' cc 3 39 s s 9 ' ' . . . . . . . . . . - . . 3 Turple Tatclzes Oh that s all rlght smlles Edlth I don t mmd a b1t and she IS loved for her sweetness Wlth a drop somethlng lands on the ground It IS an 1nqu1s1t1vely beautlful llttle boy all 1n brlght yellow Ho I m Davy he cries What s all th1s about? I don t know Pandora confesses Except that I ve let vou out of thls box and vou re to atone for the troubles I let out before And she looks severely and rather doubtfully down at hlm But he IS gone and 1n h1S place stands a tall falr halred glrl I m Eleanor she explams I do hope Davv drdn t annoy vou he 1ns1sts upon follow1ng me about hes mv other self vou know Pandora hastens to tell her that she adored the httle boy and she IS sure now that lmpetuous 1nqu1s1t1ve llttle Davy Wlth Eleanor s calm level headed beautv guldlng h1m w1ll do mole than h1s share to atone for the troubles 'lhe glrl who comes next walks wlth a calm self assurance and 11'1Cl1fICI'6HC6 that 1mpl1es that she IS aloof and remote from the rest 1n the box a dlfferent sort of person Her arms are full of books she see that many of the books are gallv covered ones of modern poetrv and romance And when she talks to her she finds that she IS not at all aloof or remote but that she naturally possesses 1n a dellghtful degree that much sought after quallty soph1st1cat1on Her conversatlon and her eves twmkle wlth a lovelv dry humor that has earned her much popu larlty She 1S Margaret Pandora IS Just about to slam the l1d down agam when last out of the box lags a tall weary lookmg l1ttle g1rl I m Marv Jane she slghs I ve forgotten somethmg I don t remember what but I hope It wasn t Important Oh have thev all gone she adds I must be late And then she g1ggles a hlgh l1ttle grggle that ends ln an apologetlc tr1ll Yes they have gone and vou are late Pandora scolds And what s more I don t beheve you care a b1t Oh but I do pleads Mary Jane Please don t say that A most amazmg thlng' Mary Jane has evolved 1nto a happv alert glrl of fresh and vlgorous beauty I m sure I remembered everything after all she smlles a glggleless smlle and races after the others and Pandora IS happy to see her catch up to the foremost of them over the crest of the h1ll They are all gone now The blg chest IS empty and only an echo remams of the throng of youth that It conta1ned Manv of the box s lovely contents seemed at first almost troubles but upon closer scrut1nV and development each one of them became the preclous necessltv that she 1S Because vlrtue was made of l1m1tat1ons and success was made of doubt Pandora IS very happy and thoroughly contented as she llghtly ksots the crimson cord around the carven chest of beaten bronze and e ony 26 ff S ' as - - cs 9 - - as . 9 , . , , . 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I a Q 9 Tfurple Tatches Last Wzll and Testament HARCUM SCHOOL BRYN MAWR STATE or PFNNSYLVANIA E THE Class of Nineteen Hundred and Twenty Seven believing ourselves to be the most intelligent members of thls School and feeling it our duty to pass on certain little remem brances to others who are less fortunate do hereby make this last wlll and testament To Mrs Harcum We leave our best Wishes and appreciation for all she has done to give our life at Harcum a happy home like atmosphere To Mrs Willis our principal We leave our sincere love and admlra t1on and our earnest hope for her health and happmess 1n future years To MISS Marren our Sponsor We leaw e our most choice selection of modern expressions In case she should ever find herself at a loss for Words she will be able to regain at once her natural poise by merely saying And How? To Mademoiselle We leave with much tenderness one fresh stlek of teaberry chewlng gum and lnclosed in every package a small booklet entitled How to Work Wonders With your gum or The art of getting a conduct hopes that she Will pass it out each dav along Wlth the text ed1t1ons thus affording much mtelhgence amongst her pupils To lVI1ss Stauffer we bequeath our ab1l1ty to register agonlzed faclal BXPTCSSIOHS When finding our Algebra or Geometry difficult knowing that if ever she discovers problems that she herself can not quite figure out the said expressions will g1ve her that abused look that makes people come to one s rescue To Miss Rex we leave a song to be sung with much sentimental feeling entitled Rommg To Miss Congor We leave sixteen husky voices to be used to good advantage 1n next year s Glee Club Operetta or What have We? To Miss Hill We leave one large glass containing half Water and half ammonla and two small CBayer preferredj aspirin tablets to be taken When the lnfirmary IS full and she feels a cold eommg on To Miss Guthrie we leave our dramatic talent and our deep emotional feelmg for good plays so that 1n the future should plays be produced that the school can not quite get the said articles can be scattered care lessly amongst the audience To Mrs Tyler we leave one fiery temper to be used discretely when she finds her extremely good disposition getting the best of her To Mrs Jester We leave a large lip stick to be used in her art classes 3 , , , . ' 1- 9 ' U ' , , . . , -. i . n L., . , - . . , 7 . . ' if 53 5 ' . ' cc I ' as cc ' , r 3, To Mrs. Keeler We leave our learnedness in Latin translation in 7 A 9 5 ' Y' cc ' sa , T . , T . 3 , 1 . . . C C .. , . - cc ' as ' ' - 9 I 3 l 27 Turple Tazfches knowlng that w1th a l1ttle practlce her art students wxll be able to work wonders w1th It To Hannah Messmore our very youngest teacher we leave one palr of horn rlmrned glasses one palr of ground grlpper oxfords and a stern expresslon to lmpress those new glrls next year 'lo the Class of Nlneteen Hundred and Twentv Elght we leave one tlcket to Phlladelphla and return hoplng they wxll enjoy these unchaper oned trlps as much as we To our slster class the Sophomores we leave the Camel trustlng they w1ll have as good a hldlng place for It as we and that they will arouse just as much excltement ln showlng It To Margus Harcum we leave one blank check wlth our name slgned at the bottom ln order that he may fill out the amount we owe hlm for over drawn accounts for the year 'Io MISS Davls we leave our Please do not D1StUTb sign to be hung on the office door durlng her busy hours when the entlre student body flocks ln to buy stamps or statlonery To Mrs VVaples we leave somethlng that has never been left before bacon for mstance or on the other hand bacon To Spooks Goat and Steve we leave the rest of the school to look after next year I Helen most popular Harcum glrl Wllson do hereby leave to Marlon peevlsh Peters my drag wlth the faculty my ab1l1ty to become a seven bar glrl and pres1dent of the Senlor Class I Mary LOUISE poetlc soul Chamberlaln do bequeath to Ethel bolsterous Colegrove my lntelllgence so that she may make herself seen as well as heard I LOUISC apple Juggler W1lson do leave to Becky bouncmg baby I have I Betty most attract1ve person we know Dax IS do w1ll to Helen babv face wxde eved Quaw my sweet wxnnmg ways knowlng that lf she carefully practlces my methods she w1ll soon be the hfe of every party I EH11l16 most athlet1c He1ne do leave to Becky roll those eyes Kelster my cunnmg ab1l1ty to get my man and keep h1m I Edlth very rosy cheeked Snyder do hereby leave my reputatlon as the most consclentlous worker ln school to Ruth song blrd Heller I Mary Jane fortune tell1ng Fulton do hand down to Adr1a l1ke ducks Freedman my great he1ght 1n order that the may have even the most lmportant of the older glrls lookmg up to her I Margaret very calm Van Doren do bequeath to V1rg1n1a Shm Jim Crawford one deck of playmg cards to be used next year for those BXC1t1I1g brldge games I Clarlsse very mtelllgent Dubreull do leave my knowledge of French to Cora one of many Swopes hoplng thls w1ll g1V6 her that much needed drag Wlth mademolselle I Sarah art1st1c temperament Beeson do herebv leave my qu1et 28 3 9 I - , - ' - - cc ' as N 1 . . ' . CC 7, ' 3 9 ' 3 C 1 ' ' . CC ' 5, ' M. I , i I 3 5 ' , - n p- 4 . B . , - - W , , - . - - . , - , . - -. - . , F . - - Tarwater my athletlc attalnments, hoplng she w1ll find them as useful as 3 - - . - - - - 7. , . V - U ' ' ' ., a , .. n - . I . - - - U - . . . is . ,, I. I ' . 3 - ' I 5 , - F . - , . -. - ' ' cc ' sa , A - - - i . . . - . - , . - '. . - . , I - I ' s 9 ' ' s ,, l 9 ' Turple Tcztches retiring Way to Elenor-lots-of-noise-Lust, feeling that she needs a little toning down-especially at live oiclock in the mornings when everybody's trying to sleep. I, Nlargaret-very-muchin-love-Spangler, do leave to Janet-lover-of- the-masculine-Seed one book entitled Nllhe Secret of a Magnetic Person- alityw or How I Won a Paul almost overnight. H I, Eleanor-bored to-death-Davy, do hand down to my suite-mate, Virginia-pee-Wee-Roundey, one stout rope in case she should ever have an inclination to do a nose dive out the Window While in the realms of sleep. I, Evelyn-likes-a-boy-named-Bob-Jackle, do hereby leave to Nippie- always-talking-Tarvvater twelve unopened letters, merely the receipt of a morning's mail, to be opened Whenever she gets that neglected feeling. I, Betty-awfully-interested-in-Dramatics-Knipe, do bequeath to the Foxes, Alice and Elizabeth respectively, one pair of roller skates each to be used on those frequent mornings when something goes Wrong with the car on the Way to school. I, Jean-ask--me-another-Salfisberg, do hereby Will to Amelia-likes-to- giggle-Gross my own compiled question book on which tests 'QI myself made the remarkable average of 1'f'Q.', I, Joanne Pendleton, do hereby bequeath nothing, feeling that enough damage has been done by Writing this document. This piece Was signed, sealed and sent by the Class of Nineteen Hundred and Twenty-Seven, this Ninth Day of June, Nineteen Hundred and Twenty-Seven. Witnesses: HELEN WILSON, Tresident J OANNE PENDLETON MARY LoU1sE CHAMBERLAIN, Secretary ETHELBERT MACGOOK LoUrsE WILSON, Treasurer PENNINGTON D. PACKADEEHOUIE, Testafors 29 Turple Tozfcfz es Prophecy MARY LOUISE CHAMBERLAIN HEN I consider the prospect which lies before me-of telling you as well as I can what the future has in store for us-I find myself dreaming impractically of an ideal world of poetry and romance, of sunny skies and green meadows, a world of lovely quietude and silent beauty, for it seems to me that these personalities have in them something of a deeper, more thoughtful and beautiful compound than is generally accredited to the modern generation, that the grace and loveliness of these faces belong more definitely to an ethereal world created of idly fanciful dreams, than to our fast-progressing, bewildering times. Therefore I want to dream them away into al I have it!-into a Camelot-a dream city, 'SA city of shadowy palaces and stately, rich in emblem and the work of ancient kings who did their days in stonef' Helen shall be Arthur, Sarah, Guinevere. Lancelot-Betty Davis, of course, and Louise, Elaine. I should like to have Betty Knipe, Gareth, and Julie, Gawain-Mary Jane, Sir Bors and perhaps Jean, Lavaine. My other knights will be Edith, Evelyn and Margaret and my lovely ladies, Eleanor, Clarisse, Emilie and Peggy. My eyes are dazzled by the rich splendor of the tournament. Thoroughbred horses in gorgeous trappings paw at the ground, sniff the air and toss their gleaming heads, and knights in shining armor who hold their horses beneath the balconies talk to the fair ladies whose colors they wear. Many-colored banners float in the freshness of the breeze and 'make gay splotches of color against the matchless blue heavens. The trumpet calls, and the knights must be off to the lists. They take fond farewell of their ladies who wave diminutive white handkerchiefs and sigh gentle, loving sighs as they ride away. In the balconies-soft rustling silks, swaying fans, piquant and lovely faces bright with interest, and little cries of delight, surprise, anxiety or questioning. I see King Arthur seated in the royal balcony beside a charming G-uinevere. He seems impatient for the commencement of the tourna- ment, and one can see the light of the glory of conquest in his eyes. Her proud head held high, the seemingly indifferent Guinevere has eyes only for her Lancelot upon the field. A Sir Lancelot-perhaps not Guinevereis Lancelot, but truly the Lancelot of Elaine, sits on his snowy horse a little removed from the other knights, and awaits the signal for the start. His dignity, ease and noble bearing all show why he is worthy of the name of Lancelot, and why he is beloved by all alike. Now and again he fixes his eyes upon a distant tower as though trying to strain them to see the dear blue-black head and gentian eyes which look longingly and lovingly out of the upper casement. 30 Turple Tatches I see four ladies about Guinevere-Eleanor, Clarisse, Emilie and Peggy. The tall and stately Eleanor speaks in sweet, low tones to her companions, and, every now and then, gazes pensively at King Arthur's knights upon the tournament field. She is seeking out the face of one Sir Gareth-a knight whose motto Live pure, speak true, right wrong, follow the King, satisfies her longing for the perfect knight. .My next lady offers an interesting contrast to my last. It is Clarisse. Her clear, staccato little voice and bewitching laugh are seemingly out of place midst the soft tones and demure glances of the other ladies. Being a most particular little person she cannot decide just yet to whom she will give her colors, but there are many knights upon the field who cast languishing glances toward her and hope. Emily is one of the sweetest and loveliest of my ladies. Dressed in trailing lavender, her attitude one of repose, and her soft brown eyes fixed on the distant and shadowy mountain tops, she seems more like a picture herself than a spectator at the tournament. But that is because her knight has ridden beyond those mountains, and because in her heart she is following him on his quest, and eagerly awaiting his return. On one side of the tournament field I see a group of knights laughing and talking together. They are buckling on their armor and carefully inspecting their beautifully groomed horses. Bright sunbeams glance off their shields and helmets like darts of silver fire. The impatient steeds toss their sleek heads and champ at their bits as though to say We are ready. I see a Gawain courteous, fair and strong, . . . the fire of honor and all noble deeds. i' He whom men call light-of-love i' jokes with his comrades, and seems not to take the tournament in awe- some seriousness as they do. Joanne. And near him sits the tall Sir Bors a loyal man and true. Young Lavaine Cwhom you remember as Jeanl does not join in the happy jests and conversation of the other knights, but watches the great Lancelot and worships him with a rever- ence dearer to true young hearts than their own praise. ii Two friendly knights seem to jest with him, forgetting that they too were young and adored once. They still do adore, but now the object of adoration is a lady in peach-color named Peggy, who is sitting in yonder balcony and tapping her impatient little foot. Instead of becoming hostile con- testants, Edith and Evelyn are friendly rivals for the hand of the maid, and seem to enjoy each other more, rather than less because of it. An older knight rides up to the embarrassed and abashed Lavaine, and places a friendly, sympathetic hand upon his shoulder. This older knight, who is Margaret, bids him see that his armor is well adjusted, and helps him fasten his breastplate more securely and calm his excited horse. The trumpet blows again, and they are off. Merlin alone sits on the stump of a tree watching the fascinating scene which he has created for his own enjoyment. The colors fly gayly, the coats of mail glitter in the sunlight, there is the sound of the trumpet, there is splendid pageantry both on the field and in the balconies. And I have created it all. I am Merlin. 31 Most Beautiful . . 3 Prettiest ....... Wittiest .... Laziest ...... . . . Most Talented. . . . Best All-Around. . . Most Popular ,.., Most Attractive. . . Best Dressed ..... Most Versatile .... Most Poise ..... Most Athletic. . . Most Studious. . . Neatest ........ Biggest Bluffer. . . . Biggest Pull ..... Most Generous ....... Turple Tatclzes A Statistic Lover of the Masculine .... Best Sport ........... Peppiest .......... Most Personality .... Biggest Talker. . . Most Unusual .... Best Dispositions.. . . , 32 . . . . .HELEN TATE . . . . .SARAH BEESON . .ETHEL COLEGROVE ........JANET SEED REBECCA TARNVATER . . . . . HELEN WILSON . . HELEN WILSON . . . .HELEN QUAW . . . . .LYONA MARTIN REBECCA TARVVATER .. TATE . . . . . . .EMILIE HEINE CATHERINE HARTMAN . . . . . .EDITH SNYDER ETHEL COLEGROVE ........JANET SEED CATHERINE HARTMAN ........JANET SEED . . . . . .HELEN WILSON .. ETHEL COLEGROVE ..........BETTYDAVIS PENELOPE TARWATER .......ELENoR LUST I CoRA SWOPE ' ' lKATHRYN THIEME Tumple Tazfches Class Day Program June Ninth, Nineteen Twenty-Seven, at Ten-thirty o'clock Class Presidentis Address ........................... HELEN WILSON Class Song ............. .... 1 lVORDS BY BETTY DAVIS History ..... ................ B ETTY DAVIS Prophecy .... .... M ARY LOUISE CHAMBERLAIN Will. ........ ....... ...,..... J O ANNE PENDLETON Presentation of Gifts ............................... SARAH BEESON Planting of Class Tree Commencement Program' Wednesday, June Sth 8.30 P. M.-Senior Play, S'Prunella. Thursday, June 9th 11.00 A. M.-Class Day Thursday, June 9th 8.30 P. M.-Musicale. Friday, June 10th 11.00 A. M.-Commencement Exercises. Address to Graduates by DR. DAVID MOORE ROBINSON Johns Hopkins University Awarding Honors and Certificates Conferring Diplomas 33 Turple Tatches Post-Graduate Class Sponsor MISS CONGER Tresident Secretary-Treasurer ISABEL HOCK REBECCA TARWATER VIRGINIA CRAWFORD JANE PENDLETON CATHERINE HARTBIAN JANET SEED ETHEL COLEGROVE SERENA WHEELER PENELOPE TARWATER ANNE LEWELLYN FLORENCE KING RUTH KNIPE RUTH HELLER AMELIA GROSS MARGARET LOXVE KATHRYN THIEME LOIS HARTNESS 84 Turple Tatches Junior Class Tresident HELEN QUAW ' KATHLEEN PANCOAST ALMA POLHEMUS REBECCA SHOPE BETTY SIBBETT SOPIIIE WOGAN Sponsor Mlss REX Secretary-Treasurer ANNA DAWSON CLARITA RHOME VIRGINIA ROUNDEY REBECCA KEISTER INDIA NEWTON ELENOR LUST 3.5 Turplo Tatclzes Sophomore Class Tresfident J EAN WATSON LYONA MARTIN ANABEL FFOULKES MARIAN PETERS RUTH CHANEY Sponsor MLLE. KAYSER Secretary-Treasurer HELEN DERY EVELYN BITNER SYDNEY F EOULKES ELIZABETH ROBSON SALLY GIBBS 36 Turple Tatclzes L Freshman Class Sponsor MRS. TYLER Tresident Secretary-'Treasurer HELEN TATE CATHERINE HORST CORA SWOPE BETTY DULL ELEANOR GALEY LILY RHOME ELIZABETH FOX 37 Turple Tatches Editorial Staf Purple Patclzesn :Associate Editors MARY LOUISE CHAMBERLAIN RUTH KNIPE ETHEL COLEGROVE JOANNE PENDLETON BETTY DAVIS REBECCA TARWATER Tusiness Wlanagers SARAH BEESON ANN LEWELLYN JEAN SALFISBERG as Turple Tatches H arcum Club Tresident - SARAH BEESON VIRGINIA ROUNDEY CATHERINE HARTMAN REBECCA TARVVATER- BETTY DAVIS JEAN SALFISBERG MARY JANE FULTON HELEN DERY 39 Turple Tatches Studio Club Tresidevzt JANE PENDLETON MARY LOUISE CHAMBERLAIN KATHRYN TH1EME PENELOPE TARXVATER .ALMA POLHEMUS ELIZABETH SIBBETT 40 Turple Tatches Current Events BY BETTY DAVIS April 25'-24: My, you look Wonderful! It's so great to be back again. VVhy havenit you Written?' VVhy, she hasn't changed a bitli' It's the alumnae house party and it seems like a little bit of old times. April 28 anal 29: This hurts us more than it does you, but it simply 'must be said- Exavns-there, that's that. may 6: This is jolly, good fun in spite of the months of hard Work and the unremovable make- up. U The Pirates of Penzance Tresented by the Q-'lee Glub and the Trarnatic Glub MAY 6, 1927 DRAMATIS PERSONAE A RICHARD, A Pirate Chief .......,.........,.. ....... il? etty 'Davis SAMUEL, his Lieutenant ......... ........ ?B etty Sibbett FREDERIC, a Pirate Apprentice .... .... T enelope 61' arwater MAJOR GENERAL STANLEY ............ ..... J oanne Tenclleton EDWARD, A Sergeant of Police ............ ..... E thet Golegrove MABEL, the Generalis youngest daughter .... ........ R nth Heller KATE , Virginia Roundey EDITH General Stanley s daughters ..... . . Rebecca qvaywatm, RUTH, a Practical Maid-of-Allworkv .................. Qflmelia Gross OTHER DAUGITTERS OF GENERAL STANLEY-,Qois H artness, Evelyn J aclcle, Rebecca Keister, Janet Seecl, Helen T ate, Kathryn Thierne, Mar- garet'Uan f'Doren. A PIRATES-Evelyn Witner, Jllary-Jane Fulton,'Uirginia Grawford, Gatherine Hartman, Hannah Jllessmore, Jane Tendleton, Jean Sabisberg. POLICEMEN-Ethel Golegrove, Rebecca Keister, Florence King, ,Cyona Martin, .Marion Teters, Kathryn 61' hierne. 5llusieal6Director-ALLIE MERLE CONGER TrarnaticCDirector-PHOEBE ANNA GUTHRIE may 7: - ' The senior dance with its nervous awaitings, exultant greetings and sad, sweet good-byes. Heard over stalwart, masculine shoulders gliding by: 41 Turple Tatches Oh, why do you say thatw- you didn't hcweuto be so nice to her - VVhy, no. I didn't have a date With him Saturdayi' and Yes, you know I do. 'i .Nay 8: Yes-perhaps eyes are at their very best over a fragrant cup of tea- .Nay 19: This afternoon the expression classes gave us scenes from Romeo and Juliet and Hhlacbethf' Becky TarWater's Romeo,' might Well shame Rollo Peters' and Janet Seed was a particularly strong and appeal- ing NIacbeth.,, Janet is Worthy of double applause because she was forced to act under the terrifying handicap of an unstable mustache. .Way 20: Some of us Went in to see Eva La Gallienne in The Master Builder and came back singing her praise with every breath. .Way 21: The Hill dance. Ninety handsome men versus fifty eager girls. Outcome? a Wonderful time was had by all. .Way 23: The Athletic dinner. VVe hate to be unnecessarily cruel so we will merely mention this Without comment-The camels Won the banner again! ! .Way 27: The dancing classes and the Glee Club combined intriguing songs, charming costumes and lovely grace to make their recital most enjoyable and successful. June 2, 3, 6, 7: Our last exams! I June 8: Tonight We visited the realm of fantasy and sighed and laughed with Pierrot and Pierrette in Prunella,', the Senior Class play. J une 9: T This morning is Class Day and we Seniors learn many things about ourselves that We have often suspected but never before announced. Tonight is the Commencement Recital and our musicians shine with amazing grace and talent. J une 10: Half sad-half proudv We are graduated. 42 Spring Sliumher Editorial The Alumnae Reunion NTHUSIASBI and preparations unparalleled in the history of Harcum School marked the return of our Alumnae. Unlike former years when the Alumnae returned during Commencement and failed to be given the school's undivided attention, the week-end of April twenty-second was set aside this year as the most important on the school calendar-when the Alumnae were warmly received upon their launching a new and progressive project. The Alumnae luncheon was the festive occasion of the Week-end. It was given at the Chatter-On Tea House, conducted by Elsie Millar, Class of i21. At their respective tables were seated twenty representa- tives of five different classes-the Class of i20 with the minimum rep- resentation of two, and the Class of '26 having the maximum number of ten, or three-fourths of the entire class. Mrs. Harcum spoke very enthusiastically about the new plan of establishing Alumnae Week-end in April as an annual occasion, and she predicted success following the efforts of the Alumnae to advance the interests of Harcum School. It is especially the desire of the school to eliminate publicity through advertising, as soon as possible, and to have our enrollment consist only of girls who are recommended by the Alumnae. The members of the Senior Class, hostesses at the luncheon, shared the eagerness of the Alumnae to help Harcum in every possible way, even to effecting a gathering of the old Harcum girls in the vicinity of their homes, and spreading the Harcum spirit. The suggestion was made that the Harcum girls select a certain place in New York where it would be possible at almost any time to see some of the Alumnae who happen to be in the city. Elinor Reed, President of the Association, acted upon the suggestion andit was finally decided that on the first Saturday of every month not only all of the Alumnae who happen to be in New York at the time, but those who live within a convenient dis- tance should make a special effort to have luncheon between one and two o'clock at the Alice McDougall Tea Room in Forty-seventh Street. This should be a delightful incentive to every Harcum Alumna to meet her old acquaintances and to stimulate her interest in the progress of the school. 3 Turple Tatches Janet May Seed, ,26, was unanimously elected Secretary of the Alumnae Association, succeeding Lucille Johnson. Finally, several members gave various suggestions for the ways in which the Alumnae can prove to be an active force in benefiting Harcum, but the point especially stressed was that of making Alumnae Week-end a greater success in the years to come, and making the Alumnae a more vital help to the school. After the luncheon we went to the new Seville Theatre in Bryn Mawr, and then a most charming afternoon was concluded by a Tea given in honor of the Alumnae by the members of the College Club. CATHERINE ITARTMAN. Travel G1-331 Ulfzlght The road unwinds, a curving strip Of darkened silver thru grotesque Shadows and strange, fantastic forms Of overarching branches, trees Loom suddenly on either side, Tall Sentinels of highway life g The moon makes meadows bands of pale Gray-green and blobs of inky black, Farmhouses sunk in deep content Nestle beside their awkward barns, The cattle, queer, distorted shapes, Like great white canvas bags of stones, Lie huddled under squatty trees, And huge work horses slowly swish Thick tails and stamp broad, ponderous hoofs, Dreaming beside the water trough 3 A rooster, risen all too soon, Crows raspingly into the night, And from the sedge-grass of a marsh Comes the chug-chug-chugv of drowsy frogsg The cool breath of a wandering wind Carries the scent of new-mown hay Filed in gigantic stacks, the fruit Of one dayis labor in the fields, And still the road unwinds, as we Skim purringly its silver track. s PATTY Woon, '26. 4 Turple Tatches Taily Themes Because I am one of the most conventional people, and because I come from one of the most conventional of families, because I have grandmothers who think Sunday automobile-riding a form of sinful amusement, because family tradition is absolutely against it, I have a Wild desire to be unconventional. How I should love to have coal- black hair! How I should love to wear vivid lipstick and queer but stun- ing clothes! How I should love to live in New York by myself and frequent queer places! How I should love to be unconventional! Well, who is forcing you to be conventional anyway? a persistent little voice keeps saying: I ignore the voice but it continues. If you must know,', I retort, nobody isf' And considering the matter seriously, I am convinced that nobody is. Then why am I not unconventional since nobody is preventing me and since that is my dreadful desire? I fear that it is a question of courage solely. I havenit the courage to be uncon- ventional. Unconventionality needs a great deal of courage. It has advantages and disadvantages like anything else. It is a splendid thing not to be bound by conventionalities, custom or criticism, but the reaction from this release from bondage tends to be too strong. One man in himself cannot act voluntarily. If he rejects all conventions he allies himself with other unconventionalists Who have their own conventions and the man is little freer than he Was before. He becomes more and more unconventional just to prove to himself as Well as to anyone else that he is free. But, oh poor disillusioned man! He is tied hand and foot to conventional unconventionality! I should still like to be unconventional and I have just thought of a splendid Way. I shall not bring this theme to a pointed concluding paragraph, gentle reader, but leave it as it is now-unconventionally up in the air. INIARY LOUISE CHAMBERLAIN. Lacy dreams I Weave and weave While others are progressingg Silent songs I sing and sing While others are expressing. BECKY TARWATER. 5 1 Turple Tatches IG-HT in California has a fragrance all its own, a tantalizing, ' tranquil scent that makes one breathe in deep, greedy drafts, but with half-closed eyes. I know that in the magic formula for California night, are piquant orange blossoms, strange eucalyptus and a tang of the salt from the sea, but what the elusive ingredient is that binds the formula together and makes it different from any other, no one will ever know. It is an undiscovered element. W Years ago two little girls, with whom I played, and I, walked away one hour of a California night. VVe were strangely old that evening and instead of running and laughing shrilly as was our custom, we walked down the dusty roads with a new-found dignity. Our arms were wound around each otherss waists and the silence of the night was broken only by the crunch of pebbles that scurried from beneath our feet and the whisper of the breeze nestling in the tops of the lombardies whose tall, misty shadows swayed beside us. We did not talk but sometimes we softly hummed bits of melodies that we thought we had forgotten. The road was bordered with peach orchards and it was fun to walk under the low, fragrant trees and try to find sweet, ripe peaches to suck. At the top of a hill we found a reservoir. It was low and covered, but by lying on our stomachs on the moist, mossy earth we could press our faces against a screen and peer into the blackness where we heard the weary waters slowly heaving against the stone sides. That gaunt reservoir was mystic and terrifying to us, with its impenetrable darkness and its unseen waters , but we stayed there for many minutes and listened to the soft lapping. At last we arose and went away and the reservoir melted into the night around us. I never saw it in the daytime-and I am glad. A BETTY DAVIS. The Toppy Do not touch the scarlet petals Lest your finger-tips be singed. G-lance only on its dusky soul Of purple midnight, fringed. 'Tis out of place in this trim garden, Better suited, so it seems In Oriental gardens, Enticing stealthy Eastern dreams. REBEKAH SH OPE. 6 Turple Tatches 0477, Experiment NN decided to rent an apartment and to experiment in furnishing it on a limited amount of money. As it was an efficiency apartment, of one room and bath, the one room served a two- fold purpose. In the evening a door was opened and out from the wall swung a hanging bed, which, when lowered to the Hoor made a most comfortable sleeping compartment. Early in the morning the room went through a complete metamorphosis, the exit of the bed being the signal for the entrance of the living room. Draperies of blue and gold print were hung and cocoanut shells holding tiny pots of trailing ivy hung from the window. A couch, the iirst of many purchases at an uantique' shop, was made more inviting by its new skirt of black sateen topped off with many gay colored pillows. Aquaint-looking mirror and chest of drawers were the next acquisitions. After they had received a new coat of red lacquer, they lost their quaint, demure look, becoming really arrogant and loudly clamoring for attention. A pair of reed chairs, quite subdued in color, succeeded in softening their clamor and reducing their arrogance to a gentle appeal. Bayberries hung from the wall, conveying an amateur attempt at artistic carelessness. One branch hanging between a pair of apple-green Sconces must have looked particularly realistic, because a little boy, visiting with his mother, inquired if they had grown there. Two rugs were next bought, one a lovely hooked rug, the other, by necessity, a rather unlovely Wilton. Bright colored hats were bought for the wrought iron lamps which, as if to show their appreciation for their new bonnets, shed a soft, golden glow over the entire room. As a desk was necessary and the wherewithal', lacking, a large flat-top trunk was enlisted, its identity completely concealed behind a cover of gay print. Brass Candlesticks proudly supporting a pair of blue candles, a sweeping pheasant pen, and a blue desk set, made this nook a most inviting retreat in which to send off neglected missives. An electric waflie iron was the one luxury indulged in because Ann hasarecipe for delicious waffles and is expecting her school friends to call. However, a word of warning is necessary, Ann may not be so fortunate in experimenting with waffles as she was with her apartment. ICATHARINE KEELER. Tearls The string is snapped And one by one, the pearls, Perfect spheres of a frosted rainbow, Drop off. And then- A lady sighs and stoops to pick them up Like broken bits of fragile dreams. BECKY TARWA TER. Turple Tcztches I deal Guests HAVE built a little house. Because it is spring there is a soft fuzz of grass in the garden and blossoms on the roof. The East WVind comes and cries silveryf tears down my window panes. I welcome her but she cannot stay. Soon it will be summer. There will be butterflies in the garden and sunshine on the roof. The South Wind will dance merrily between the hollyhocks, right up to my front door, breeze in and play with my white curtains, and when he is tired he will waft out the kitchen door, taking with him the spicy smell of ginger cookies. Then autumn will come. There will be leaves in the garden and frost on the roof The VVest Wind will come sweeping through the trees, turning the leaves to scarlet and the grapes to purple. He will not come into my house for he likes better to blow dust down the dry road and dull the swaying golden-rod. Winter will come. There will be snow in the garden and snow on the roof. The North Wind will come and rattle the shutters with his long icy fingers. He will moan in the bare branches and try to frighten me, but I shall light a fire in my little house and its glow will mock the North Wind. I shall laugh at him and remember other winds. - REBEKAH SHOPE. To One I Loved You stole into my heart With the first November windg And you stayed there Throughout all the whistling cold Of Winter. Like a leaping, yellow flame You stayed there And tried to warm my frigid heart. But when the warm spring breeze Swept softly throu.gh my heart And melted it, it swept your flame away, And left my heart a cinder: A warm and crumbling ash. BETTY DAVIS, S Turple Tcztclzes p SHOULD so love to be able to play some musical instrument, piano or piccolo, I shouldn't care. But alas, after eighteen years of attempts I am sensible enough to realize my limitation and stop attempting the impossible. Be Popular Overnight! the advertisements say. Send for our three-hour course of piano playing and surprise your friends. , How wonderful it would be if I secretly sent for the magic formula, studied it intensely Saturday night and then, the next afternoon at the musicale, if I walked nonchalantly up to the piano and did Chopin as he had never been done before! But such triumphs are not for me, for the advertisement always states Cin fine printj: Send only nine dollars and ninety-eight cents with the coupon below and the world of music is yours ! I have never in my life invested nine dollars and ninety-eight cents in music and I donit believe I ever shall. My family have always at- tended to that end of it, somehow, and now as they are disgusted and refuse to spend any more money on 1ny music I shall never be able to amaze my friends with my astonishing and sudden musical ability. I have looked carefully at all the advertisements, even those concerning saxophones, and they are all nine dollars and ninety-eight cents, or else it is necessary to invest much more in an instrument to play on. So I must always be the audience, it is-inevitable. I must always be the applauder of some child protege or Rachmaninoff. I can never have the magical power and joy of summoning the music fairies at my will, to soothe and exalt roomfuls of adoring listeners. I can never soothe my own troubled mind by running restless fingers over a keyboard. I am doomed, for I haven't nine dollars and ninety-eight cents. BETTY DAVIS Hero W orship Y EARLIEST admiration was pinned on the ashman-because he was so very tall, because he was so very strong, because he could climb up the dumb waiter and because he didnit look like anyone else I had ever seen before. My second hero was my brother. He would be Napoleon some day and lead armies, and fight bravely and win beautiful medals. He would come home and bend his knee to me and I would take his sword and kiss his forehead. My third hero was Uncle Fred who drove everywhere in a shining noisy red engine on four wheels trimmed with shiny brass. It was Uncle Fred who had the diamond which contained secret magic and it was Uncle Fred that all the ladies worshiped. VVhy not I? 9 Tnrple Tatclzes My fourth hero was my Father-my very own Father. He kept people from bleeding to death. He gave remarkable medicine, a positive cure-all-and his calm in time of death was stupendous. Not only that, but Father knew all the presidents of the United States and their dates and Father knew everyone! , My fifth hero was Mr. Roosevelt who rode a wild horse, shot bears in Africa, and who gave a magnanimous speech in our town. Why, every flag was hanging out, everyone was excited, thousands and thou- sands of people came to see him. Maybe he was God! My sixth hero was a snaky villain with the face of an innocent nature lover. From afar I worshiped his foot prints and I whispered his name at night. He was a friend of my brother's and the type of man that only a mother could love, I discovered later. To me in my adolescence he was the only man on earth, and I was sure some day we should marry. Who can tell-maybe I still think so! But as the gold dust twins said Lux against us. J. M. S. Tramatics HE Dramatic Club gave for its first after exams play, The Shoes that Dancedv, by Anna Hempstead Branch, a light fantasy full of rose buds, cupids, flower 0, thistledownf, There is a frivolous Pierrette, a coquette of a Faustine, and a heartless, ambitious Columbine, who by gaining power for her lover, forces Watteau to lose all. Lancret, the lover, tries not to listen to the schemes of Co- lumbine, but he is too weak. She is strong, stronger even than the great sad painter, Watteau. The cast is as follows: WATTEAU Cthe great painterj .... ....... 5B ettyGDavis LANCRET this protegeh ..... . . . .... Joanne Tendleton COURTIN Canother painterj ...... ...... fB etty Sibbetv' COLUMBINE Ca ballet dancerj .... .... 95? ecky Tarwater FAUSTINE Canother dancerb ........ ..... E lenor ,Qust PIERRETTE Qfriend to Faustinej .... .... ofis H artness THE QUEEN ................. ....... S arah fBeeson J OANNE PENDLETON. 10 Turple Tatches s usic ISS CONGER gave a piano recital in the studio on the evening of March twenty-Hrst. She played so beautifully, and her program was such a lovely one! It seems incredible that so tiny a person can produce such depth and strength of tone. We clapped for encore after encore, and enjoyed each more than the previous one. The rhythm of the waltz by Emily Liebling, with which she closed her encores, was bewitching, and we danced mentally if not physically all the way up to bed. PROGRAM 1. GRIEG Sonata op. 7 Allegro moderato Andante molte Menuetto 2. Moszriowsm Etude G minor-op. 64 CHOPIN Nocturne op. 9 no. 2 Etude op. 25 no. 5 Etude op. 10 no. 8 3. BOYLE Romance SCHUMANN Novelette GLAZOUNOW La Nuit STERNBERG Concert Etude C. Minor 4. MENDELSSOHN Capriccio Brillante Orchestral accompaniment played by Mrs. Harcum HE most interesting event of Alumnae week-end, at least for the music pupils, was the recital given by some of Harcum's earlier music students on Sunday afternoon. We were proud in the realization that these accomplished musicians had had their earlier training at Harcum, and were thrilled and inspired by their splendid musicianship. Marion Slingluff Brinton or Sling as she used to be called, received the Harcum prize when she graduated. She then entered the Cincinnati Conservatory of Music and graduated there, afterwards studying with Cortot. She is now studying again at Harcum with George Boyle. Eleanor Clark studied music at Harcum for seven years. She worked under Philippe in Paris for two years, and is now studying 11 Turple Tatches with George Boyle. Last year at Commencement, the Eleanor Clark prize for best musicianship was won by Elinor Reed. This year Elinor is studying at the New England Conservatory with Madame Szumowski. Duer Councill who was at Harcum for four years is now studying with Horace Alwyne. Muriel Hodge who also studied for four years at Harcum is now at the Curtis Institute. She is taking work in compo- sition with Scalero. Sally Horner graduated from Harcum and studied voice with Philip Warren Cooke while she was here. She has been working this winter in Pittsburgh with Whiteley. Betty Snowden graduated here in music and after a year away at school is again at Harcum with George Boyle. Virginia Straley graduated in music two years ago and is now studying with Ernest Hutcheson in New York. The close of the Philadelphia Symphony Orchestra concerts brought with it a thrilling consciousness of having heard the loveliest music that man can make for an entire winter, but an inevitable feeling of regret that we shall hear no more until next fall. Stokowski tells us that his leave of absence is for a period of a year and a half. We shall miss him very much indeed but hope that his dream of a temple of music will be nearer realization when he comes back to us. MARY LoU1sE CHAMBERLAIN. Inpressionistic Ticzfures MARY JANE FULTON Alice in Wonderlandn Fox gloves Tea time JEAN SALFISBERG Lavender and Old Laces' A bluebird Dewdrops V BETTY SIBBETT A nosegay Valentines Bo-peep- VIRGINIA ROUNDEY Good things come in small packages Lollipops A lacy valentine 12 Turple Tatches Gurrent Events BETTY DAVIS .fllarch 8 and 9: Exams again-and with them the customary blank faces and blanker minds. Jllareh 17: ' ,Tis the wearin' 0' the green: and an exception ally fine dinner to boot. Jllareh 19: A bus load of sighs, Oh isnit he olivine? I adore John Barrymore !', and of sleepy yawns after a most exciting evening spent in watching John Barrymoreis prolile emote in Don Juanf' Jllareh 25: We somehow managed to stumble through classes this morning on our way to the twelve-thirty-eightf, but it was a great nuisance. We fear we did not display our usual brillianceg but who can be expected to know the present subjunetive of avoir when she is leaving in an hour and a half for home and Spring vacation! .f April 6: I My dear I'm a iereekf, And then he had the impudence to say to me -- what? P Oh I beg your pardon, I didn't hear you call on me. What was the question?', We return after Spring vacation just as newsy and foggy as usual. ' April 7: This afternoon Mrs. Harcum took the Harcum Club into a reception at the Philadelphia Art Alliance to meet John Drew. We remember best his punctiliously waxed mustache and his cool finger tips. April 8: Senior dinner! Tonight the seniors enter into their own with the beautiful and awe-inspiring help of a huge baked alaska. Now with the exclusive use of the front door, and with breakfastless Sunday mornings their dignity will no longer be unhonored and unsung. April 11: Easter with its corsages and corsages! Some of us made this Easter more precious and unforgetable by worshiping with Dr. G-urley at St. Martin's Church at Radnor. April 23-24: My, you look wonderful! It's so great to be back againf' Why haven't you written? Why, she hasnit changed a bit! It's the alumnae house-party and it seems like a little bit of old times. 13 Turple ipatclzes Wlzo's Who ORA and Eleanor are two of our star horsewomen. They do look well in riding habits, donit they? Cora is a very promising fresh- man and we hope that Harcum will have the beneit of her sunny disposition and thoroughly enjoyable personality, next year. Eleanor has been a successful senior. Upon her graduation Harcum will lose one of its most attractive and charming girls. One would never guess from this sweetly feminine picture that Joanne could be so successful in impersonating the pompous Major General in the Pirates of Penzance . It is Julie's ever abundant dry humor combined with her dainty self which makes her doubly at- tractive. Helen Wilson, Class President. The words are synonymous. The Senior Class showed their usual good judgment in re-electing Helen to guide them through their most important year at Harcum. Besides having those rare qualities of leadership Willie is noted for her cheerful disposition and her fine athletic ability. Virginia and Betty are a jolly pair of room-mates and are also enthusiastic members of the Riding Club. Betty is our only real Westerner this year and we consider her a pretty fine sample',. She is an excellent pianist, graceful dancer, and good actress. We wonder which talent she will choose for a career. Maybe she will combine all three. For a synopsis of '6Ginny,s abilities refer to Whois Who in last issue of PURPLE PATCHES. 141 r Oh, here is love, And here is truth And here is food for joyous laughter. FROM THE PIRATES or PENZANCE 16 , i 37 Lips red as holly, eyes so archly bright- Nay, but your beauty dims the candle light !', 'cfhe Team of 73athv 17 CONSTANCE D-ARCY MACKAY. insult me? you Sir, would at Ciwh '33 CSS CII lik wb E. -u-1 .CS O +2 O 11 PQ an ced ' ' oes that? Sh The v N. ANNA IIEMPSTEAD BRANCH. Vu ii Us ig: -ESE Q-1.52 UCS S4 di 2-Z 32 -E4 Tit: .gi -455 qjmQ+ .egg 533.2111 5:2 62252. 0253 again -U-9 5323 Rs: 925m Oes 5 hat qpancedn Sh he CCY ANN A HEMPS1-E AD B RAN-C H. THE PIRATES OF PEN ZANCE CHESTRA OR ZZ JA x 3 ? w Y STUDIO WORK 22 Turple Tatches Humor Evening Tresses fPattems,' -With Apologies to Amy ,Qowell I walk down the second-floor hall And all the girls Are peering out their doors at me. I walk down the long, dark second-floor hall In my chiHon evening gown. With my high heels and painted face, , I am indeed a queer Specimen, as I swagger down ' The second-floor hall. My dress with rhinestones glimmers And the chain Makes a green and brownish stain On my neck, and my back Is very low. Just a plate of modern Fashion Skipping by in high-heeled silver shoes. Not a stiffness anywhere about me, Only rhinestone and chiffon. And I sink on a step at the landing Of the stairs. For my passion Cries out against conservative clothes. The girls down the hall Look out at me And try to seeg And I frowng For the senior dance is coming And I cannot wear the dress of my choice. Underneath the pink chiiion In my heart Is something that troubles me Something that I heard from a girl from down the hall My dear, I hate to tell you but Mrs. I-Iarcum Doesnit allow such formal dresses? , S- 23 Tiarple Tatches As I heard her on the second-floor hall I suddenly felt very faint. What is the matter? asked my friend, Nothing, I said to her. Don't tell her I wanted to wear one. No, nothing is wrongf' And I walked slowly down the hall, Up and down the second-floor hall In my new short evening gown. Up and down. JOANNE PENDLETONQ ..M I walked gently across the tiled floor My bare feet grew cold. I stood in front of the mirror and looked And looked. Why had I grown so old? My face was deathly pale, My eyes lacked luster and were downeast, T My lips quivered as if in a great sadness, A I clutched the cold marble table, . I was on the point of death from desperation, , For there was no soap! JANET SEED. The W hy and W lzerefore I LIKE CHICAGO, ILL. 'Because the telephone operators don't know what you,re talking about fBecause every street has its slaughter and ilfecause I heard a man say that his wifefs brother-in-law's second cou- sin's son who was paralyzed wouldnft hurt a fly. . I LIKE CHARLESTON, S. C. fflecause I saw a Black Bottom sitting on a railroad track eating water- melon. 1 fffecause magnificent magnolias bloom in May and ?Because I met lVIr. Hutty and admire his etchings. 24 Mihzmerm .Humber 5. E U ls do OW when ouch Icfr KJ B ll ,: lrf Folk fDanee and Song Evening January 28, 1927 PROGRAM Kal The Dance ............, ...... .... T a nish Dance Group Glee Club lbj I've Been Roaming ........................ English Dance by REBECCA TARWATER Soprano-RUTH HELLER lc.l Cornish May Song ..........,........ .... E nglish Dance Group Soprano-PENELOPE TARWATER la.: Fire-flies .........,.........,........4 'b.l Winter ...... ........... . . Caterpillars ............,... . Glee Club Ia. What Child Is This? ......... lb. Danced by SARAH BEESON SOPPHHO-RUTH HELLER icf I Saw Three Ships ................... Danced by BECKY TARWATER SOPFRHO-'RUTH HELLER ' 4 laj Lullaby ............................. lb.l Behold, My Love, How Green the Groves.. . . . fel The Blue Bells of Scotland G-lee Club 5 la.l Wraggle Taggle Gypsies, O ........... Dance Gro up Soprano-PENELOPE TARWATER lb.l Strawberry T air ...................... Danced by AMELIA G-Ross VIRGINIA ROUNDEY Soprano-PENELOPE TARWATER lc.l Where the Bee Sucks ................ y Dance Group SOPPRHO-RUTH HELLER Russian . . .fBohe1nian Russian . , . ,English Garol . Lullaby .............................. French Garol English Q ernian . Scotch English English English Editorial . E ARE overjoyed! Not only are we well aware that Spring is very near, but also We have learned that Mrs. Willis is entirely recovered and will surely be with us to make our Spring term doubly happy. ISS BOTSFORD has left us, and we shall miss her inexpress ibly because of her lovable and generous personality. She is living with her brother, who is the secretary of the Alumni Association of Williams College. Our grief in losing her is purley selfish though inevitable. We are sure that this change will make her life more interesting though it deprives us of a teacher and a friend Whom We loved. BETTY DAVIS. Roommates Y ROOMMATE is my Ubest pal and severest criticf' But then, Why not? We have so many things in common. Take for instance, our friends, in and out of school they are the same, our dispositions-hers is calm, self-controlled, mine is the fiery, quick, over-it-in-a-minute type-types of dispositions that go perfectly together. Her economy keeps me from spending all my allowance three days afterI get it. My spendthriftness prevents her saving hers too much for a rainy day. And then, too, at nights, when one gets talka- tive and the other is sleepy. Do you think the sleepy one forces herself to lie awake for hours uttering feeble uh-huhisf' while the other raves on and on about nothing? Not at all. The sleepy one looks over toward the bed of the talkative one and says, 4'Will you kindly stop that jabbering. Iim not listening to a word you're saying. Now please keep still and let me go to sleep. And the talkative one says, Oh, all right. I didn't know you were sleepy. G'night!', You are probably saying, It must be wonderful to get along so nicely with your roommate. Yes it is. Itfs wonderful. But now that I think of it, why shouldnit we? Weive known each other so long. Iive been studying her every mood for so many years. VVhy, I can even read her thoughts at times. No gentle reader, I am not a mind reader. Iim her sister. J OANNE PENDLETON. 5 Turple Tazfches HE question of roommates is a most vital one in boarding school life, and will continue to be, I suppose, until girls are made perfect. This mingling of personalities is like the blending of colors. To pro- duce a lovely effect, they must not be too alike, nor must they be too strikingly different. f However, when we come to school, we have no time to hunt out a personality that becomes us, so we must take what we are given, and eagerly await the outcome, which may be successful or may not. Time alone can tell! But after all, a roommate -is a kind of semi-annual sister, and so if you like her, number yourself among the few lucky girls who are blessed with such a rare gift. Enjoy her during school, for with spring this 'ggemn will be taken from you! On the other hand if you dislike her, do not spend your time telling her so, but with a virtuous understanding, think with pity of the poor souls who must endure a sister always and silently thank the gods that you are spared such a life-time burden! Now I ask you-isnit that sound logic? BECKY TARWATER. ARE or negligence in our speech as well as in any other matter may become a habit. Those about us play a large part in the formation of this habit. For instance, a small child, if he plays with no children of his age but is constantly with his parents and older people, becomes advanced for his age and speaks like an older person. He hears English spoken correctly and imitates what he hears. School can be a place to influence us into a careless sort of slang. In a group made up of so many girls from all parts of the country it is natural that each should exhibit a pet,' expression that she has brought with her to school. Such expressions if approved quickly circulate about a school, until everyone will be joined in the cult,'. These slang express- ions are not seriously harmful, that is, as long as we practice them only at school. But the great difficulty lies in breaking ourselves of the habit after leaving school, and who would really, truly enjoy saying to her mother on meeting her, O, mother, Ilm so glad to see you, and how? JANE PENDLETON. 6 Turple Tazfclzes 6Daily Themed' i Land Ahead! EOPLE in various conditions staggered to the railing and gazed at the landscape. An island was just visible. It was a drab uninteresting green with no signs of habitation anywhere. Oh, hecklv a little child in front of me muttered. Itoo, shared his disillusion- ment. Where, oh where, was the bright sun which had been painted in such glowing colors to me? Where was the tropical scenery? I fully expected to see monkeys chattering away at each other in the date palms, or cocoanuts dropping on warm pink sands. I returned to my deck chair meditating upon several ways to torture the person who had inveigled Mother into purchasing the tickets-I dozed off-Somebody was shak- ing me. Hamilton, Missf' I arose leisurely, collected my various personal belongings and then deigned to look at Hamilton. ' I received a pleasant shock. All the buildings were white. Some communicative person at my elbow' told me that rain water is the only kind of water the Bermudians have to drink, therefore the law requires all the owners to white-wash their roofs. However, I was downhearted, even the white buildings seemed squalid to me. No sun, no monkeys, no cocoanuts, no anything I had anticipated. I did ind some amusement in watching the negroes tie the boat fast when we docked. They called to each other in a sing-song and I gathered that they were recently imported Africans. The loquacious gentleman also informed me that thc population was three-fourths colored. As I descended the gang-plank, I was dazed, and overwhelmed at the number of cycles and carriages I saw. Not an auto on the whole island. I was intrigued by the customs and felt rather important when I had to open my suitcase to show that I wasnit smuggling anything in. After an especially good lunch I went wheeling. The sun came out and some of the charm of Bermuda began to insinuate itself into me. I wheeled by numerous cabbies, and other cyclists, I noticed the queer English names, Trimingham, Shaklefoot,', and Butterball , I admired the almost turquoise sea, I forgot to keep to the left, I snickered at the uniforms of the English bobbies,', I tried to memorize the rate of exchange, I wheeled down the numerous by-paths and discovered quaint spots, I ate some lichee nuts, I nearly ate an unripe banana for curiosity's sake, and I wondered at the fact that both pines and palms rubbed elbows. That evening I returned to the hotel bubbling over with news, and much excited by the unusualness of Bermuda. ELENOR LUST. 7 Turple Tcztches On Teing Famous HAVE no desire to be famous. If I were a celebrity I should feel obliged to fill my mind with thoughts so magnanimous that there would be no room left for the little lovely ones which are my own, my eyes would be searching so far ahead for grander views that they would not notice the pretty ones close by, my ears' would be so strained to catch diviner melodies that they could not hear the low chirping of the cricket, and my feet would be hurrying so fast toward my goal that they could not stay to feel the softness of the grass on which they tread. REBEKAH SH oPE. E LAY on the beach and lazily watched the lashes of brilliant flame rip the dusk on the top of the hill. We knew that the flame meant a camp-fire and that the fire meant tiny, golden- crisp perch and baked beans steaming and bubbling in a crock of earthen- ware. But still we lay there, stretched out like young animals, digging our toes and fingers into the warm sand and feeling the moist coolness underneath. In a few minutes Mother would call us and we would not be reluctant to run up the hill, but until she did, we lay there in indolent happiness and watched the twilight spread over us and dim the shining water. Finally the shrill halloo came floating down to' usg we stumbled to our feet and felt the sand trickle down our backs and our legs. How cool and soft the ocean looked, how different from the sparkling sea we had scrambled out of an hour before! VVe ran into it and with squeals of delight and childish abandon gave ourselves to the swells and let them roll us to the shore and cast us up on the beach like limp masses of kelp. There we slipped on our sandals and ran across the beach, night close upon our heels. Our dripping bodies were-whipped dry and tingling by the wind as we raced up the hill shouting with the hoarse lustiness of youth. In sheer exhaustion we dropped within the fireis pro- tecting circle of warmth. All outside this magic ring was dark and alien world and we could no longer see the ocean but could hear its deep breath- ing below. VVe smelled the fire and the perch sizzling over it, we realized that we were famished, and we ate with a gusto unusual even for us. Afterwards, snug and weary, we sat and watched the glowing, tumbling coals of the fire and the shreds of smoke that grew and were swallowed by the blackness that pressed down on us. We listened to the crack of the burning wood, to the whispering sea, and to a night bird's wailing cry out in the dark. And then, we must have dozed-. BETTY DAVIS. s Turple Tatclzes My 6Diary I POEM which I especially love, by Sara Teasdale, expresses exactly my conception of an ideal diary: Into my heart's treasury I slipped a coin That time cannot take Nor a thief purloin,- Oh, better than the minting Of a gold-crowned king Is the safe-kept memory Of a lovely thingf' A diary does not mean to me a mere leather-bound book in which one records the daily events of one's life. My diary means ininitely more to me. It is a treasury, in my estimation, not only unbound but unbounded, more spacious than any book can be. It is a secretly guarded recess in my heart which is already filled with many golden coins, golden memories, if you like, untarnished by the hand of ruthless Time. . In my treasury I have accumulated precious coins from various placesg some are old, others new, they vary in size and value, but all add to that invaluable hoard which glistens with the radiance of joy, or weighs heavily with the gravity of sorrow. It is with an almost miserly love that I delve into the depths of that golden fortune and fondly pore over the innumerable dates. One coin which now attracts my eye, dated 1921, brings to my vision the massive peaks of the White Mountains. It recalls a trip to Mt. Washington with its snow-capped summit, the mirror-lakes below. Rising above the trees, outlined against a turquoise sky, I clearly discern the rugged features of the Great Stone Facef, If you have never seen this gorgeous play- ground of Mother Nature's in New Hampshire, you can scarcely appre- ciate the ardor with which I feel the golden touch of this coin. Here and there I see the familiar edges of various coins which glow with the excite- ment of a visit to Washington, with the eagerness of school-life, with the beauty of the scenes of The Wild Rosef' and the remembrance of the golden days of vacation. G-littering beside a golden heap, I see a coin whose stamp is obviously foreign. As I hold it before my eyes there is reflected all the beauty of the Canadian woods, with their rivers, its rapids, and waterfalls. I can point out almost every landmark along the banks of the Magog as I paddle by again, in a gliding canoe. On my right and left are birch and pine forests, with barren spots here and there marking the sweep of a forest fire. Now cleared lands come into view and finally a village appears. I feel again the comforting assurance of rest after a long day's paddle, and the refreshing amusement 9 Turple Tczzfches of hearmg the nat1ve ch1ldren speak raprd French Canad1an as they gaze at me and my companrons wh1le we v1rtually buy the l1ttle squatty stores out of stock Thxs co1n ghtters wrth the romance and adventure of Quebec for me EX erx where memorles confront me and often the warmth of remem brance warms the recesses of mv heart where they are stored Does th1s seem unusual when each sc1nt1l1at1ng co1n seems to say to me I am the rose s soul The breast of the orrole I am the rarnbow s arc The star on the breast of the dark W1th the first blush of morn I am each day reborn? CA'r11ER1NE HARTMAN vfllmost cz from HERE IS somethmg about the word tw1n whlch always causes shlvers to run up and down my back It 1S not that I have any speclal d1Sl1kC for the word It IS I suppose as good as any other word 1n our language but lt 1S the memor1es wh1ch It br1ngs to me that cause my dlstaste for lt When I look back on my ch1ldhood I see two very l1ttle grrls of almost the same SIZE one perhaps a trrfle taller than the other Both are wearmg' Wh1t6 dresses and p1nk bows are perched on the top of therr freshly Saying What lovely twms' Two frowns 1mmed1ately gather on the clnldren s faces and they look exceedmgly unpleasant The lady passes on unmlndful of the great cr1me she has commlttcd 1n callrng the ch1l dren tw1ns for you see there was exactly fourteen months between these two l1ttle glrls and both secretly revolted at the thought of havmg any closer connectron than that of srster w1th the horrrd l1ttle g1r1 beslde l1er who drew half of people s attent1on away from her That IS only one mstance of what I suffered 1n my chlldhood from the rnnocent word tw1n Sxnce I have grown older I have garned a l1ttle self control 1n th1s respect and I can even smlle sweetly when people call me Helen but under my SIHIIC 1S st1ll hrdden the dlSl1kC of belng contrnually confused w1th someone else Perhaps It IS the feehng that I lack 1nd1v1dual1ty or maybe only the same feehng wh1ch one of the horr1d l1ttle g1rls suHered but whatever It may be I should never w1sh anyone the mrsfortune of bemg almost a tw1n LOUISE WILSON 10 . . - . , C , ' , . T 1 ' ' - , . 'it 3 ' 5 . 3 ' s 9 C a A S 93 ' ' if ' 33 ' , . . . Q . . , , 9 1 . , I 1 , . , . . I combed heads. A lady is smiling sweetly, patting the1r heads and , cc . ',, . . ' 9 ' o , . . . . . - S y . , . , . . . . . , . 3 s ' gg - ,, . . u . , - 9 .. ,, . . . . . . I 9 cc - - . ,, I , . . 9 9 ' ' SC ' 3, Turple Tcztches The Loneliness of Tuck f C ITANIAU and Oberon,'-the very words suggest moonlight nights, silver wings, soft music and toad-stools. But Puck makes us think of a delightful mingling of a dew-drenche bank of cowslips and a blue bowl, full of cream, on a warm hearth, in other words, all the fascinating beauty of fairy-land, . with just a touch of common mortality, so slight a touch, and yet so charming! This, to me, is the loveliness of Puck. What a figure this Puck must have been in the court of King Oberon, as he stood in the center of a fairy ring telling of his mischievous experi- ences during the day, making the little king laugh until the courtiers feared he would split his royal vest! Yes, Puck must have had a delight- ful sense of humor, which is quite unusual for fairies, for although they are always gay, they really have nothing to laugh about. But it would be very unfairy-like not to be happy and so like us mortals, they just are. But Puckis gaiety is a really true appeal to the sense of humor, more human than fairy-like. ' We shall never forget his merriment over his mistake in putting the juice of a certain herb, given him by Oberon, on the eyes of the wrong lover, thus causing a most serious entanglement of heart-strings. This however, was a very convenient mistake, for without it, there would have been no plot and a play without a plot has not yet been invented! But Puck could never allow this sad situation to be overdone, and so with his comforting words: Jack shall have Jill, Naught shall go ill, The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be well, the sad lovers are placed again in their right channels, and all ends well, thanks to Puck! As a household fairy, he must have been a gem! Think of plac- ing a bowl of cream by the hearth, and going to bed with the satisfaction of knowing that by morning one's corn would be threshed and in the barn, or one's house swept clean-all for the price of a mere bowl of cream. j Yes Puck, we love you best, because you so delightfully mingle the beauty of far-off fairy-land with a taste of mortality. You fas- cinate us with the curious quaint combination of fairy loveliness and house-wife carelessness, when you say: I am sent with broom before, , To sweep the dust behind the doorf' - ' BECKY TARWATER. 11 Turple Taiches qJO6772.S' by BETTY DAVIS I wonder why we rnaldens plead Wlth Love to come and llfl us rest And deck our empty hearts w1th wreaths For hun who 1S no gentle guest We cannot smlle wlthout thls Love And 5 et when we belleve us blest VVe keep the nlght awake w1th slghs For LOX e IS not a gentle guest Dearest whX do I loX e X ou I llke brown eves and X ours are grey Are rnlsts of grev and speak love words That l1ps l1ke yours could never say I hke curled ha1r and yours IS stra1ght Is Stl a1ght and straggles down vour brow That IS so pale Oh Whv does fate I alwaX s felt that Is would loX e A man whose hand were b1 own and strong Were strong enough to grasp the earth But yours are th1n and whlte and long There IS no strength 1n them I know They do not want to hold the world Dearest I do love X ou so But Whv? QA Torzfrazt A broad straw hat Wlth velvet band A plnafore of blue A wee pug nose Wlth freckles crossed Llke leay es all specked YV1tl'l dew Two neat brown bra1ds stra1ght down the back The would be curls alas' A broad proud grrn as rf to say I III ten gears old and past BECKY TARWATER we l- 4 5 , . I 7 . 7 , . p , 7 ' . y , J 1 by P U I J S Uv , . , m Torce me to love you so? 7 7 1 9 f I , X , f ' , 'Q 7 . 7 r X , L , 3 I I 7 5 . , . 3 9 3 CC 7 Y 99 , . Turple Tatchesi The Gomniutersf' a' HE Main Line paraphrase of the hackneyed proverb The Early Bird Catches the WOPH1,,, from the observations of a casual observer, might well be 'iThe Quick-Stepper Catches the Train. i' From seven--fifteen until nine every morning, commuters need not refer to their Walthams for the correct time. They need only glance through the window and, by the momentum of the people going toward the sta- tion, accurately judge the time. One or two ambling along the street indicate that it is a quarter after or a quarter before the hour, for they are the early birds. If the strollers are in closer formation, it is five minutes later. At twenty- Hve after or five minutes of, acceleration has set in and although no one is trampled on in the onslaught of black derbies and brown Stetsons, the kisses left at the cracks of the door are hasty-or entirely forgotten. Three minutes of ever increasing momentum pass while a friendly game of leap-frog is played along every curb, each commuter sincere in his desire not to be the one after the last to hop on the approaching Paoli Local. The ranks and files are thinning now and the ex-Olympians hold full sway. The train at the station is their goal. Not until the Peep- Peepi' of the starter,s whistle, do they display any indications of early training as short-stops in the Inter-Backlots Baseball Leaguef' The one after the last to board the 7:29 train finds himself it,' and the game begins again. Train chasers have no confidence in timepieces. Mr. Trotter may swallow his coffee with his eye on Big Ben but if he sees '6Miss Always- there pass by, he relaxes his vigil confident that he need not drain his coffee cup as one would who is the owner of an asbestos-lined throat. Should Mrs. Trotter, who is on sentry duty, announce that Jack Mara- thon has cleared the railing of his porch, Mr. Trotter overturns his chair in his mad rush, kisses his wife as he would a dead relative, and enters the mad race. In the evening the scene shifts to the city and everything is much the same except the amount of danger involved! There is not as much room in the city as in the suburbs, for racing, and, for some unexplain- able reason, the traffic cop is generally against one. If Mr. Trotter has paid the last premium due on his insurance policy, he blithely leaps over a few 'cyellowsi' and with his free hand holds back a persistent Ford. Otherwise he stands at City Hall until a sufficient crowd of similarly disposed people have collected, and together they charge across to the 5:13 express. - KATHERINE KEELER. 13 Tzzrjolei Tatches Teing Homesick T'S THE queerest feeling, not to be homesick this year. I can't quite make it out. Last year one had only to look at me to bring forth tears, many, many tears! And on those occasions, which were frequent, I would always find myself encountered by a dozen or more conforting people telling me not to cry, little girl. There's no reason for being homesickf, No, of course there isnft, but at the time one might just as well have told me not to die. Such advice sounded just about as logical to me! It was on those occasions that I felt very much in sympathy with murderers. I knew exactly how they felt before killing a victim. I wanted so much to kill all these people who tried to comfort me, when I didnit want to be comforted. This year things are different. There has been a great change. I feel that the school is mine. And why not? The teachers are not terrifying, as they were last year, I have my same nice room with the seven windows, and try as I may I havenit been able to squeeze out a single tear,-in fact-I ind it ever so hard to suppress loud giggles in the most unappropriate places. The only thing that worried me at the beginning of the year was the attitude of some of those new girls. I certainly did wish theyid get over being homesick. There really wasnit any reason for it, you know. J OANNE PENDLETON. I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls With high arched ceilings, Wide stairs descending And a thousand crystal tapers burning, Knights and ladies, music, dancing, Rustling silks, and gay plumed fans, Flattery and tinkling laughter, ruby wine. Outside in the cool dark garden I sat. Trim hedges sheltered drowsy birds, And the pale marble moon Shed a pale marble light Which cast fantastic shadows On the pale marble fountain And turned its little spray Into miniature waterfalls. Trees stood out like giant shadows, And the perfume of the rose garden Suffocated me with its sweetness. I was submerged as in a silver sleep of moon-mist, My identity hidden in the plashing fountain, I was a statue in pale marble. V I MARY LOUISE CHAMBERLAIN. 14, Q l l 4 l l Turple Tatches The Forsaken .jllerman IFFERENT, indeed, from the cavern of the Merrnan, was Margaret's little village home. We had better peep first into the room in the small village, or we might not want to leave the beautiful cavern to see it. It was a small house, set back from the beach on a street which contained many similar homes. The dwell- ing's chief charm lay in its cosiness and the large fire-place. Childrerfs toys were scattered on the floor, giving one a feeling of happiness. An old-fashioned rocker stood near the window. The only other article of furniture was a table which held a sewing basket, filled with stockings. Well might we say the cavern was different. Instead of the fire-place were amber walls studded with lovely jewels. The floor was laid in pink coral. Instead of the table with the sewing basket there was a beauti- fully colored shell with brilliant sea weeds flowing over it. Dazzlingly bright stones took the place of the toys. One would think that nothing beautiful was lacking g-but where was God's sun? JEAN WATSON, '29. Gmmmazfical Gonsidemtions SMILE is a facial expression that signifies a mood. This mood is Imperative. In Voice, a smile is sometimes Passive, yet is always extremely Active. In Tense, it is Present, and in Number, Plural, though a smile may be unusually Singular. It may be in any Person, but we generally consider the Third Person unnecessary. A smile may be Simple, but is, as a rule, Compound-compounded of love and youth-and sometimes ending in complex results. Likewise, though smiles do not contain clauses as a usual thing, they sometimes end in marriage clauses. A smile is a noun, it is the best thing with which to begin the day. It is a predicate noun as it is returned to the subject. It is a pronoun- I, you, he, she and they, and is also an adverb of manner-and of degree, being at times chill, at times rather warm., Most important of all, a smile is a transitive verb, as it takes an object 'to complete its meaning. A smile can be diagrammed, being placed on the face of the sub- ject and spread from ear to ear. If not properly diagrammed or placed correctly in a sentence, smiles breed jealousy. A slight modification corrects this error or state of evil-being. An older person might add that a flirtatious smile creates no good. Wicked grammarians, where are their memories? Can they not recall that they studied this type of smile, too, and used it? Really, since grammar is so pleasant, and smiles bring so much happiness, study with us, and, packing your troubles in your kit-bag, Smile, smile, smile I 3' c HELEN DERY, '29, 15 Turple Tazfches Gurrenzf Events BETTY DAVIS January 4 Here we are'l Back agam 1n a more or less damaged state but happy Wlth the usual haul of g1ftS and wlth a thousand thrllhng tales to bore our roommates January 5 How could I have forgotten so much 1n three short weeks why I couldn t es en g1V6 the date of the Magna Carta th1s mormng and rnulyear 9 1n only four weeks ' J anuary 14 MISS MacPherson played for us late th1s afternoon 1n the studlo We enjoy ed the concert so much Her puprls served a buffet supper afterwards January 21 ThlS evemng the Semors repeated thelr December budge and strengthened thelr reputatlon for bemg, the most successful of card party sponsors January QQ MISS Botsford took a bus load of us xnto Phxladelphla tonrght to see the eXc1t1ng movle spectacle Old Ironsldes Afterwards we rumbled back to school rn our own Old Ironsldes January 28 On whlch a Folk Song and Dance Evemng was presented by the danclng classes and the Glee Club Phe performance was a huge success wlth not a stumble or a d1scord' January 29 Agam some of us braved the Jolnt wh1ms1cal1t1es of the bus and a fog and went to the Opera to hear Trtta Ruffo and Mur1ella C1anc1 1n Othello We were well repald for our courage for we loved lt and dlscovered a new route 1nto town 1n the bargam February 2 Can t We pass over these three days wlth only one word? Jllulyearsf ff 16 f , J u . . s .. ' c V . H I ,, ,l. . . . L sc - , pi- , 7 . I . . c ' I ' as Q . . . , . . . 1 I ' . . . . . I n . . . Y - . . I s u u 4 0 A. ' ' ' cc - as , . ' cc - as - cc 7 - as . I , l . . . . . . . cc as - ' . . , . . . ... Turple it Tatches February 4: The end of the ordeal and a general exodus. One by one we begin to smile againg at first with trembling lips and finally with- Oh, I suppose I got through somehowf' be .- I February 9: ' Something new this afternoon! The expression class gaye as a matinee, an eighteenth century program. The entire cast with its charming coquetry and its delicate nonchalance took us back to the days of powdered wigs and real romance. The afternoon was a succession of lovely pictures and we adored it. February 14: ' Oh, I'm so thrilled. I never dreamed I'd get candy from Dick- I was so mean to him all vacationn and Has the evening mail come yet?-it has-Oh, the brute, I'll never speak to him again as lorg as I live! This is all your fault, Saint Valentine, and we hope you're sorry-but we doubt it. February 18: A I The alien boom of masculine voices vibrates through our halls, accompanied by an excited obligato of feminine laughter, swishing of feet on the studio floor and the moaning strains of a good orchestra- The Princeton Glee Club is here for a tea dance. Yes, indeed, as soon as we walked out there I saw you. I remembered you from last year and I said to myself, I said: 'Thereis that little girl who--'i What!!! You say youire a new girl---PP? I adored that little thing you sang first that goes 'dum-de-dum dum-do-do,-Oh, you know--i' Well, our calling lists have to be O. Kfd by our families but-- perhaps- February 26: Tonight we went in to see the Princeton Triangle Club show, Sam- arkand. My dear, look at that chorus girl-the third from the end-isn't he adorable? 17 Turple Tatches We Womznate for the Hall of Fame Rebecca Tarwater because she IS Harcum Sp1r1t persomfied She IS never too busy to lend a help1ng hand when her art1st1c personahty IS needed and her name IS present on nearly every mus1cal program Becky 1S W1thout a doubt one of the most talented gurls ln school Mary Jane Tulton because her sympathet1c and gentle manner Wlns our admlratlon and fr1endsh1p because of her fine athlet1c ab1l1ty fmnl because she 1S a real all round glrl Catherlne Hartman because of her perpetual smlle Cotty just rad1ates sunsh1ne and happmess Combmed w1th th1S blessmg IS her hlgh standard of CECICIICV 1n all her Work A good student an able leader and a true fr1end What more could We ask of her? V1rg1n1a Roundey because she g1V6S promlse of becommg famous some day G1nny was born for the stage She smgs she dances she acts We may add that she also knows how to handle a basket ball sk1llfully I , . . . . . . . . . , . 4 . 9 9 , ' cc as - C 'l ' n , - ' sc aa , . ' U ' 1 s ' cc ' as ' ' ' . MW ,,,, W,.Vw ,.N,.L-wwf: E 2 i A E 5 E I l W 2 f 3 Q 3 i mmikuwmmmnun. F Studio Work Lyona E. E ly V.ux Technical Studies miss W as .- 3 B Q2 ga EQ .f-Six '20 E5 55 Q4-3 wig 853 Sv: 350 QJIE px? .HPI S3075 352 BS QJLL x. Turple Tatches Impressionistic Sketches KATHRYN THIEME A copper bowl Tranquil waters Queen,s lace ELEANOR DAVY The lirst star of evening A white teddy-bear May--days BECKY SHOPE A yellow tulip A blue teacup VVinkym, Blinkym, and Nodl' BETTY DAVIS A A meadow brook Larkspur April showers HELEN QUAW White orchids Bright moonlight Deauville SERENA WHEELER A bisque doll Juliet A brown dove ELENOR LUST A Newfoundland puppy Black-eyed Susan The fourth of July MARION' PETERS Cut and come again The Ginger-bread Dogg Leap Frog 23 Turple Tatclzes music HERE has been only one student musicale since the holidays but every one enjoyed it very much, and we feel that we can work harder and more profitably now that the gloomy shadow of midyear examinations has been blown away by the beginning of a new term. All of us are making new term's resolutions to work on our scales and technique more faithfully, to use the metronome, and to see if we can't possibly practice a little in spare time. At the student musicale on the afternoon of January thirtieth we heard Alma Polhemus, Rebekah Shope, Ruth Heller, and the Tarwaters. We were particularly interested and pleased to hear Rebekah, who hasn't played for us since the very beginning of the year. Ruth both played and sang, Becky sang and Nippy and Alma played the piano. Miss MacPherson's piano recital on Wednesday evening, January nineteenth, was one of the very pleasantest events this year. She plays beautifully and with infinite charm. Those of us who had heard her play before were just as thrilled as those who had not-perhaps more so. Her program was perfectly suited to our Hareum tastes and moods. We especially loved the Chinese pieces of Mr. Chasins. The program was followed by a buffet supper in the dining room. Recital BY LOUISE MACPHERSON Wednesday, J annary 19, 1.927 . 1. RAMEAU-GODOWSKY ............... Sarabande Tamiborin MENDELSSOHN ....... ..... GU arfiatfions Serreuses 2. CHOPIN ......... ......... W altz-E flat Treludes-F major -Q minor -G major fBallad-Q minor 3. AMADIS .... ................. fl' he GDOZZ fDances CHASINS. . . ..... Flirtation 'in a Ghinese Garden Rush Hour in Hong Kong Lrszr ...,... ................ E tnde-TD flat MOSKOWSKI. . . . . . ..... Spanish Garzrice 24 Turple Tatches The f Musical Gomment HE Studio Club misses Margery Atwater, who has been kept at home by illness since the holidays. Miss Conger is starting the Glee Club at work on The Pirates of Penzance, -another Gilbert and Sullivan operetta. We had such fun last year in Trial by Jury. H The Glee Club and dancing recital went off gracefully and beauti- fully. It's impossible to tell which we enjoyed most-the singing or the dancing. Our jazz orchestra is becoming very proficient, though perhaps the rehearsals may not seem proof of the fact. However, rehearsals are never the same as finished performances. Our extensive repertoire includes at least eight pieces. We are especially admirable in 'gMoon- light on the Gangesf, and Mary Louf' The Symphony-goers missed Stokowski, who did not conduct for some time because of neuritis in his right arm, but we found Rodzinski a splendid substitute. We have heard beautiful programs and we hope that the girls who have not been to any of these concerts will go before the end of the season. Many of us went to hear the La Scala Opera Company's produc- tion of Othello with Titta Ruffo and Muriella Cianci, and found it very worth our while. Miss Cianci sang for us at the Christmas dinner, and we were specially interested to hear her again in real opera. Symphony Woods IGI-IT rippling tones come through the air, at first so slowly and delicately that they seem to be coming from a great distance. As the time increases, the very tones themselves appear to sparkle like highly polished gems. The picture of a brook gaily running its course, cool and reassuring on a spring morning, is suggested. One is able to visualize it perfectly as it trips along over rocks and stones singing its happy song. It now conquers some obstacle that has fallen in its path, perhaps a piece of foliage that has dropped from a near-by tree or bush. On, on, on, it bounds until it is swallowed by a great stream. Again the strains of music are heard as they softly penetrate the air. Instinctively I fall into its mood. My spirit spontaneously follows each movement, frcm a very soft pianissimo to a Crescendo that is pro- found and vibrating! My whole being is enthralled, I am in a different 25 Turple Ta tclzes world remote from all material things. Should anyone spoken to me I should not hear him. Again the melody of the first movement rings out. I hear the last note, but sit as in a dream. I am not aware that the music has stopped and eagerly wait in the hope of hearing more. There is to be no more, I awake from my dream. I am crying! I JANE PENDLETON. Alumnae DEAR OLD GIRLS: g We are planning an Alumnae house-party at the school for the week-end of April 22. The Alumnae agreed last year that they could have a better time at Harcum if they could meet there during the session rather than at Commencement when all attention has to be focused on the senior class and their activities. I have always felt at Commencement that it was difficult to see as much of the old girls as I wanted to and I am delighted that we are to have the week-end together in April. Most of the new girls of the school are going off for that week- end'and will give up their places so that when you come back you will be a real Harcum girl again. It will be nice to hear your voices in the halls -nicer than it used to be when we had to 'fcall you down. VVe are planning a party for Friday night at the school, a luncheon at the tea-room run by Elsie Millar QHarcum ,QU and Helen Evans CI-Iarcum ,21D, with a matinee at the Seville Theatre-Bryn Mawr's latest acquisition-and a tea given by the College Club in honor of the college girls. Saturday evening we are having a theatre party in town, all going in together in a bus. Sunday afternoon, after all of you have gone to hear Dr. Mutch, we will have an Alumnae musicale with buffet supper afterwards. I am hoping to have many of the old girls playing andasinging: Aileen Jones, '4Sling,,' Emma Ivey, Eleanor Clark, Maisie Chance, Dolores Jones, Celeste Shadburn, Isabel Rudd, Sarah Horner, Virginia Straley, Elinor Reed and other musical stars. I am going to try to make you as comfortable as possible and I hope you will write your special friends and ask them to meet you here. I know we are going to have a good time and you can count on a warm welcome from me. Hoping to see many of you in April, Afectionately yours, EDITH HATCHER HARCUM, Head of the School. 26 Turple Tatches Athletics ETHEL M. COLEGROVE A A T THE present time our interest in athletics is centered upon basketball. Our tirst game will be played on the 15th of February with Saywardis team, at their gymnasium. g W The second game is scheduled with Ogontz for the 24th of February, and the third game is to be with Mary Lyons on March 11th. Ruth Knipe and Ethel Colegrove have been elected cheer leaders. Although the Varsity team has not been picked, the six players will be chosen from these enthusiastic members of the squad: Mary Jane Fulton, center, Catherine Hartman, center, Helen Dery, side-center, Virginia Roundey, side-center, Eleanor Davy, for- ward, Emily Heine, forward, Cora Swoope, forward, Helen Wilson, forward, Jean Salfisberg, forward, Amelia Gross, guard, Florence King, guard, Betty Knipe, guard, India Newton, guard. ,,,M.-.--- Tersonals I'r's A WONDER THAT: The Ffoulkes twins donat wear some jewelry. Serena Wheeler doesnit go home once in awhile. Helen Tate doesn't say Mon Dieu. W Evelyn Jackel doesnit get about 7 letters a day. Becky Shope doesn't stop talking. Ruth Heller doesnit sing well. E E. Heine and H. Wilson are not elected to serve on The Committee. Ruth Knipe doesn't have a date. Isabel Hock doesn't say something funny. The Fox girls are never late in the morning. Alma Polhemus doesnit practice. Betty Davis doesnit write something clever for PURPLE PATCHES. Sally Beeson doesn't act -- We don't have some hard exams. ISN,T IT? E. M. C. 27 Burple Batclzes I LIKE WASHINGTON D C Because breakfast at the Mayflower means frult brought up In an ICC box and cereal 1n a hot box Because I saw a man rescue a cat from under a trolley and Because there IS a l1ttle whlte house tra la tweedle dum I LIKE NEW YORK N Y Because of the Swedlsh exh1b1t Because Best and Company s doorman says Good mornmg cheerlly ram or shlne Because the Asslstant Manager of the Waldorf1s my Idea of accommoda t1on and Because there are enough restaurants for every mood manner and method of eatmg I LIKE BOSTON MASS Because I l1ke buck houses Because I went to church and the people Jomed 1n the hymns and Because no one laughs If you sl1p on a banana peel or fall down a man I LIKE SAN FRANCISCO CAL Because I can buy a Japanese klmono for next to nothmg Because there one hves In fear of trembhng and Because I saw scores of 11'1t6ll1g6I1t people on the streets gomg about thelr buslness ILIKE HOLLYWOOD U S A Because my bathlng Sult does not startle the natlves Because there are lots and lots for sale and Because I nex er have to Wear my rubbers or carry an umbrella I LIKE WESTFIELD N J Because I know all the pol1ce force by h1s first name Because banana spllts at J HTVIS are hand p1CkGd Because there are no Chllds Restaurants and Because It IS a n1ce dead place to d1e ln' I LIKE BRYN MANVR Because It s a man s Paradlse Because on Ash Wednesday one can buy toy balloons on the street Because It IS the home town of the Harcum School and Because I could say a lot more' JANET MAY SEED 28 , . . , . . . 9 CC ' 93 ' s 9 - 3 . , . . . . . .. hole. , . A I I . . . , .. . 7 . , .. . ., . 1, -Q . ., , . . winter Humber Edztorzal qjzewpomts IELT verv new and lnslgnificant I crept through the halls trying to ex ade the amused glances of the old glrls Each night I crossed off the dag s on the calendar I was homesick and lonely I hated school That was the first week I became bolder and actually conversed with some of the old girls now and then or spoke to them when I met them in the hall One nlght I was so busy I forgot to cross off the dax on the calendar Things certalnlv were brightemng up and somehow O1 other I wasn t so homes1ck Whv I really liked school That was the second Week I dash madlx through the halls almost knocking down those slow old girls I cant be bothered crossing off davs on the calendar any more That IS all foolishness Imagine being homesick at Harcum' I love school This IQ now and forever more O BE an Old Girl' How that thought used to send my expecta t1ons bounding up to the heights' I remember the first night of school last year when I thought Harcums Old Girls were the most enviable creatures on earth To them coming to school was llke returning home and treading old familiar ground again To them school was a haven that might be entered with a smile of self assurance and that held fascinating friendships to be renewed To me comlng to school was hke standing on the brink of an unknown and fearful adventure the mvsteriousness of which forced me to clutch my kind room mate s hand and merely peer over the edge of the adventure that the Old Girls leaped 1nto with so much Joy and ease And so that verv first night when I gazed wlth awed admiration on these Old Glrls who could so famiharly greet the facultv with a kiss and could so easllv discuss with them the whereabouts of last year s crop of g1rls I resolved that I would return to I-Iarcum lf for no other reason than the Joy of being a seasoned Old Girl I d1d MV first impressions of the long looked forward to beglnmng 5 I I . . ' Y , as ,' as - 7 ' I ' . ' C6 . ,, 7 . , . 7' 7 1 U I a . . r ' , . I . V , . 7 '- U CC ' S3 5 ' ' 1, 1' , - . - RUTH KNIFE. , . ' 3 ' 9 ' 9 V - 3 . . , U U U . . , . 3 . . 5 , - - - U Turple Tazfclzes of my Old Girl year are lost somewhere in the hurry and fatigue of that beginning. The only vivid recollections that I have of the very first night are the pinwheels of new faces that I saw whirling around me and the desperate and terrifying thought- How am I ever going to associate names with all these faces?', Two weeks later the new girls, as well as the old, were thoroughly in the swimv and knew all the intimacies of life at Harcum. Those first two weeks of school were too confused and chaotic to be memorable, but when the mills really did begin to grind there was not a timid huddle of new girls on one side and an arrogant handful of Old Girls on the other, but one group of girls who are bound together with harmonious interests and ideals and who are Harcum G-irls. BETTY DAVIS. The New Tepartment of Expression AM not enrolled for this course in expression nor do I know so very much about it, but I can readily see the benefit which we shall all derive from it. Those who are taking it will know that they speak with just the proper intonation and the rest of us will know how charmingly and appropriately every sentiment may be expressed though we cannot do full justice to it ourselves. Take lessons, for instance-think of the difference it will make when our Hexpressionistsa' can so move their teachers with a heartbreaking and pathetic I just didn't have time to do my lessonv, that we are never flunked. Think of the excitement which will be caused in the French classroom when some- one hurriedly and alarmedly cries, I havenit even looked at my French verbs. 'ig when one is able to bring tears to the eyes of all with a melan- choly and hopeless '6Hasn,t the mail comeyet?,, N o doubt the postmaster general will make new arrangements for the delivery of the morning, afternoon, and evening post. We shall be excused from afternoon study hall because we so persuasively request that we please be allowed to wash our hair or write a letter. And as for week-ends-undoubtedly weill be able to take them all. We'll say, emphasizing every word- Miss Marren, I simply must take this week-end. I have five dates already and a dress that I want to wear, and I want to go to the theatre, and to buy a hat, and besides mother is expecting mef, And Miss Marren will be so convinced of the absolute necessity of our taking the week-end that she will hasten to reply: G-o, dear child, and if it is inconvenient to return earlier than Tuesday I am sure that an arrangement may be made whereby it will not be necessary to make up your work.', Yes, this class in expression is going to do wonders! MARY LOUISE CHAMBERLAIN 6 , Turple Tatclzes 6DazZy Themes The Red .Qzly of6Buchfmcm Talley S A perfect gem carefully kept within nature s treasure-chest Buchanan Valley surrounded by the Blue Ridge Mountains of southern Pennsylvania can scarcely be surpassed This secluded vallev 1S not appreciated unfortunately by many people But the inhabltants who live within the shadows of romance whlch haunt the valley verltably worshlp 1tS eXqu1s1te beauty In a clearing there stands today an old Jesuit M1ss1on which has served for over one hundred years as a place of worship for the descendants of the original Irish and Dutch settlers The m1ss1on itself IS fasclnating but it seems insigmficant compared to the memorial which the inhabitants have erected ln front of the church to immortalize a pretty young Irlsh girl who l1V6d 1n the valley about 1758 The statue which faces the valley IS palnted in natural colors and IS most inspiring when one understands 1tS significance Before me now I see the sweet face of Mary Jamison endearxngly called The Red Llly or White Squaw with her deep blue eyes fair skin and auburn hair dressed 1n the costume of an Indian squaw and wears elaborately beaded moccaslns on her tlny feet It was the events 1n this voung girl s life that Wove the web of romance about the valley almost two hundred years a o The story of the White Squaw takes us back to a spring day 1n 1758 when a sudden attack bv Indians was made upon the settlers of Buchanan Valley The Jamison family happened to be the victims and Mary the eldest daughter was taken captive with the rest of the family Forced to tramp through the forest led by her captors Mary found at the end of two days that she alone remained to face the ordeal before her The graceful glrlish form did not escape the eager eyes of Black Coals a brave who soon showed that he meant to take her for himself Mary was brought to an Indian camp where she was carefully guarded ln Black Coal s Wigwam Almost immediately she was clothed in Indian finery and named Dlckewamis which was to be her name in the future spelling 111 the Indlan tongue Pretty Gir Durlng the following months Mary s fortltude was severely tried but the greatest test came when she found her lover who had followed her about to be tortured before her eyes frantically she promised anything 1f the Indians would release him and finally secured his freedom 7 U ff ' JJ . . , 3 3 3 , . , s s ' 3 , . 3 . 9 3 3 . . . gg - as GC ' 95 ' , ' ' ' 3 ' 5 7 hanging in two braids below her delicately molded shoulders. She IS . . . . . , . g . cc ' vs: ' ' 5 ' ,, ' ' 7 3 9 C ' 1 ' S 3 U' . , x , . . 9 5 1 ' , . , . . . . . ,, . . ,, . 9 . . . . ,, A- 1 as 3 . . , . . 9 5 , . . 9 C ' 1 7-'urple Tatclzes but the sacrifice was dearly paid forg she promised to marry the brave, whom she detested. She made her lover reluctantly go back to the valley that needed him, but did not mention what his freedom cost her. Years passed. Dickewamis learned the customs of the Indians, as well as their language, but she never forgot her home and all that the valley meant to her. Her two sons made life bearable, and bound her to the redmen. Although she secretly saw her White lover several times, she refused to go back with him to civilization, Without her children. Stout-heartedly, she sent him back for the last time to her beloved valley and lost the last ray of hope in her sad life. It was just three years ago, in October, that lovely Mary Jamison returned to Buchanan Valley, not as a broken-hearted squaw, but as a beautiful, young virgin in budding Womanhoodg came back, a Woman of bronze, to live among her magnificent Blue Ridge Mountains, and the friends Who cherish her. CATHERINE HARTMAN. I met my double in the dusk Striving like me to reach some goal, Striving like me to gain some end, Striving like me to Win his soul. I spoke: G-ood friend, in sadness, when Thou seest a fate more sad than thine, Speak to him then,-encourage him: G-ood cheer to thee, thou friend of mine. U As to my double thus I spoke Showing him the nearer goal, My listless, Weary self dropped off- I had begun to win my soul. - MARY LOUISE CHAMBERLAIN. S Turple Tatches HERE was a lovable, squatty apple tree in the backyard of my grandmother's home in Pasadena. I adored it with a sort of fierce pride, for it was the only tree in the world that I could climb. It had kindly put its branches and bumps in just the right places where the littlest', legs could reach them, after a start from the stone bench at its feet. I used to beg cakes from my grandmother,s cook, scramble up the tree, crouch on my favorite branch, and munch happily. My favorite branch was broad, with not too many bumps and jutted out over a pond next door which was full of little flashes of color. I suppose they must have been fishes, for they always came to the surface and gulped at the cake crumbs that fell-and flashes of color would never have done that. But if they were fishes, they were lovelier than any I had ever owned, except when they gulpedg and if theyfwere, I knew that they had once been baby twilights that had got lost. In the yard next door a boy came to play sometimes. He used to feed the flashes too, but I never watched him do that, for I didn't like to see them gulp. But when he played out in the garden I used to peer at him from between the leaves of my tree, and he saw me too, very often. When he knew I was looking at him he became very busy carrying huge flower pots back and forth from the pergola to the garden house. I thought he was very strong. Once he looked directly up at me and spoke, Look,,, he said, I'll bet you canit do this. And he jumped over a bed of calla lilies. Then, in a fiash, he ran into his house and I was still staring at the place where he had been. I never saw him again. Perhaps it was because I went home the next day, and when I came again the next year I didnit climb up into my apple tree quite so often. And when I did go up the flashes seemed just a tiny bit more like fishes to me and my favorite, dependable branch creaked just a little. Oh, I hate to grow up. . BETTY DAv1s. ,-,,i.1- ID you ever have an idea, one that beat upon your brain, crying for freedom-freedom that you could not give and made you, as the poet said, like a tongueless nightingale, striving to sing, void of the most essential? If you have, you know exactly how I feel, when I sit for hours and try to find some hidden door where I may free my thoughts from the darkened prison of myself. But I shall not despair for sometime, perhaps tomorrow, or even when I am old, With. thin gray locks, a rocking chair, and long-sleeved flannel night-gown, I know I'll watch in ecstasy, my whole self humbly bow to the long-imprisoned thoughts BECKY TARWATER. 9 Turple Tatches N CLE HARRY and I are going to the bank to take money out of our letters of credit. We are discussing the advisability of getting enough to last us till we reach Harbin, we are exchanging commonplaces on people, experiences, and the events of the coming day. Uncle Harryis ricksha shoots ahead to avoid a long camel train,-mine stays behind for the same purpose-merely a difference in temperaments. Uncle Harryis coolie has acquired some of our Western aggressiveness, While mine is content to let nature take its course. Though I have been in Peking for a week this is the first moment that I have been fully con- scious of my surroundings. The camel train has passed on its dejected, lumbering way and I am jogging along at a pleasant pace in the general direction of Uncle Harry. The whole atmosphere seems yellow from the heavy dust and there is such a conglomeration of sound! One thinks that everything in the city is making a noise. I hear the insistent clanging of a bell on the ricksha of a high-class 'i Chinese gentleman who, clothed in a black robe and skull cap, with his hands in his sleeves, rides majes- tically on to his destination. Here is a vender of brooms, feather dusters and what not, who ambles down a hutung calling his wares in a sing-song fashion. Here are some coolies chanting a weird assortment of syllables as they haul a cartful of bricks which is much too heavy for them. I hear the different horns and calls of fiower venders, furniture makers, fan makers, lantern sellers. I see a coolie pushing along a wheelbarrow which goes squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak at every step. Again I hear the clanging bell of a ricksha. Now it seems as though all the rickshas were clanging their bells-I hear the soprano honks of two motor cars. There are some coolies squatting over a small burner just outside a bake shop and arguing gutturally-I am really seeing China, smelling China, hearing China. Oh here you aref, But where am I? Oh, we,ve caught up to Uncle Harry, of course! MARY LOUISE CHAMBERLAIN. Deep blues and purples and reds, Cover the crest of the hill, Twilight, the crafty artist, Has been splashing his color, at will. Now tired, weary, jaded, With Hngers, faltering, uncertain, r Over the canvas he draws The night, his star-veiled curtain. BECKY TARWATER io 'Turple 'Patches Market Tay in Lancaster HEN I came to Lancaster from New York where one markets ' e by telephone exclusively, the thought of carrying a basket to market was most distasteful and I was reluctant to join the procession that passed my windows on Wednesdays and Fridays. But before long my curiosity was sufficiently aroused and with a gay looking basket I soon became part of the parade. i The market is operated by Mennonite men and women. The men bring their products to market and are accompanied by the women who assist in selling. As they live some distance from the city they are obliged to rise at two oiclock in order to reach market by four in the morning. This, however, is only done twice a week. Some stalls temptingly offer golden brown cakes, iiaky pies, crisp sugar cookies and home made bread. Others are like fairy bowers, so bedecked are they with roses, phlox, gladiolas, potted ivy and ferns. At these attractive stalls one may buy exquisite bouquets of sweet peas, lilies of the valley, and, if one is particularly fortunate, some dainty tea roses. On all sides one sees numerous other stalls equally attractive, some displaying gorgeous hooked rugs and jars of red and gold preserves and jellies, silent testimonies of how these stern-faced women spend the long winter nights. One woman has taken advantage of the number of children who come to market and lures them to her stall with gingerbread men, sugar-coated camels, chocolate bears, candied birds and chickens coated with yellow frosting and stuffed with marshmallow. Anovice marketing inLancaster must observe the rules of etiquette here as she would in no other market that I know of. She must not inquire about the age of the eggsg if she does she is instantly recognized as a Hforeigneri' and is treated as such. A true Lancastrian knows the age of the eggs and if she is in doubt, passes on until she meets someone who does know. The Garden Spot of the Countryi' is enclosed in a severe looking building in harmony with its tenants. For a few hours each week, the gate to the garden is opened and its intriguing nooks and corners proudly displayed. Whatever the season one will always iind this garden bloom- ing with unusual flowers. K. KEELER. 11 Tuerple Tatches S olztude I know I am alone and vet Whose finger scratches on my w1ndow pane Whose breath dlsturbs the dlm and slender flame Of my candle? Is It wmd 1n the dead tW1gS outslde my w1ndow9 Or have I a phantom for a guest tomght? I know I am alone and yet Whose shadow fl1ts so near me on the wall? Whose hand whlle passmg by has brushed my cheek In qulck caress? Is lt the bat that hovers 1n the rafters? Or would a Splrlt now commune w1th me? I know I am alone and yet 9 BETTY DAVIS HEN my grandmother was a young glrl there exlsted a charm mg fad of collectlng teacups Thev were often g1ven at partles as favors or lf one happened to be engaged to an unusually extrax agant young man there was always a pOSS1b1l1ty that when he called some evenmg he would brmg a present ln the form of a teacup It was not considered effemlnacy 1n those days for a man to wander through the shops and personally choose a glft for h1s sweet heart but rather as a thoughtful quallty 1n h1S affectlon though small lt IS very quamt My fav or1te cup IS a very frag1le one so th1n that the llght can almost shme through and dehcately sprlnkled wlth blue and 5 ellow flowers The mam attractlon however IS a dragon fly whose outspread wlngs touch the br1m of the cup and whose long body curves to form the handle Another IS decorated wlth tlny butter fl1es placed 1n qualnt prec1s1on and the one that grandfather gave grand mother IS a French teacup of whlte w1th small blueb1rds palnted here and there I suppose he chose blueb1rds for purely sentlmental reasons When I look at the cups I like to lmaglne the ladles wlth b1llow1ng hoopsklrts s1tt1ng 1n grandmother s stately parlor s1pp1ng tea That day must have been a pleasant one In whlch to l1ve wlth 1tS plcturesque settmgs and quamt customs REBEKAH SHOPE 12 3 9 9 . 7 9 9 I 3 , . . . . I My grandmothefs particular collection always lnterests me. Al- a - I '- . 7 u . . , , . - 5 3 g - . . . . , . . , . Turple Tatches QA GBug in Tarticular WAS destitutefa theme to write and no subject, I arose early this morning, and glided to and fro in my half-illuminated room like a restless spirit. A theme to write and no subject, a theme to write and no sub--. I saw, I stopped, I turned white, my mouth turned upward indicating joy, my eyes gleamed, I think, with something of a sparkle. I uttered a satisfied ejaculation, bounded to my desk, and began to write the following: '6The Meditations of a Bug While Crossing the Floor. The coast seems to be clear, Ah, now to advance to the crack on the other side of the room? I guess I,ll make that lavender tulip near this side first. Here goes-Safe! This business of having a great many legs has its advantages, as well as its disadvantages. Well, I'm not here to soliloquize. Iim here to cross the floor. A FOOT. Wheeeeeeee, talk about your narrow escapes, that surely was one. ' Here I am back at my old crack, safe and soun---Darnit, one leg gone. Oh well, plenty of legs left. Advantage number one of having a lot of legs. Ah, there goes the retreating FOOT. Guess Iill try to get to that cerise rose next, itis nearer the wall. Here I am sans any further dismemberments. Might as well follow the edge on this carpet. It's dark, and will camou- flage my further movements. Believe I move just as fast without the other leg as I did with it. There is a yellow chrysanthemum ahead of me. I hope Iget by without being seen. Oh well, here goes. Confound that kid, she is the only one who saw me. What right has an eleven- year-old to play on the floor? A second move and I will be home. This night life is certainly wearing on one's nerves. Here comes a FOOT. Guess I will have to snap into it if I want to get home safely. Believe me, this is the last time I stay out after two P. M. in the morn. . . . Requiescat in pace! ELENOR LUST. My Loved One O LET me tell you, for just a few minutes, about one of my very dearest friends. He is rather large, very strong, but not par- ticularly handsome. However, beauty is only skin deepf' Saturday night should be his time for calling, but we meet CI shall never tell you wherej every day-for just a few minutes. Just long enough for me to look at him, smile, and feel his strong, protecting arms about me! I look forward to this pleasant Hrendezvousi' as the most delightful part of each day. I know he loves me-for he was my dearest friend in Toledo, and here he is now in Bryn Mawr. Oh-what should I do if anything should ever come betweenu me and dear old Joe Bath-tub? ETHEL Conncmovn. V 13 . Turple Tatches Impresszonzstzc Tzctures HELEN QUAW AND BETTY DAVIS HELEN TATE A mlnlature on lvory A nymph peermg 1nto a crystal pool Seed pearls on pmk chlffon ISABEL HocK A Court Jester Peppermmt By John Held Jr MARIAN MOORE Cut Steel Buckles Houblgant J OANNE PENDLETON Harlequln Mardl Gras ELIZABETH ANN KUNZMAN A Boudolr doll Red Velvet Gold Hllgree ANN LEWELLYN The warmth of an open fin Autumn leaves Cross Country h1k6Q Amber MARY LOUISE CHAMBERLAIN An unexplored old fashloned garden A brook ln the heart of a forest A Chopxn Nocturne EMILY HEINE A yellow Chrysanthemum on a raccoon coat Palsley Velx et 14 GC D, , . Gentlemen Prefer Blondes. . 7 . Turpte Tatcbes urrertt Events BETTY Davis October 5. Another beginning with its brave smiles and its shouts of welcome. Hail to Harcum and the new girls! October 6. Wherein new girls blunder into the wrong classroom, clutching shiny books and unsharpened pencils. We see them beard their teachers with buoyant steps, only to creep from those dens with terror in their eyes. Oh, we never had anything like this last yearf, I didn't have an idea what she was talking aboutf, We hardened ancients slap them on their backs and tell them all In a week you'll probably be the star of the classf, October 7. Individuals begin to take shape in the fog that is The New Girls. We cruel ones begin the initiations and most heartily recommend India Newton to Pavlowa. October 8. And more initiations! Elinor Davy is a jolly puppy who might easily, with her convincing begging, win all our spare bones. October 9. The Opry House and its rcd plush is dusted to receive the Fash- ion Show from New Yorkf, Betty Ann Kunzman, in her black satin pajamas, pleasingly shocked us Iowan Natives, and received the grand prize. October 10. Oh Blessed Sunday g when we can flaunt our laziness in the eyes of the world and sleep till eight o'clock. We were happy to have Dr. Gurly preach our first vespers. October 11. You know, it doesnit seem so bad this weekf, She's awfully temperamental, but Iim getting used to her! October 15. George Boyle played for us tonight. Even though some of us didnit know his technique from his time we adored his playing and hope he will come again this year. October 20. Our principal is back!! We hope she is feeling quite Well and will find us all as good as goldf' October 30. Could it have been the gym, that grotto of ghosts and cornstalks, 15 Turple Taztches pumpkins and leering cats? Wherever it was all We witches and gypsies, turks and devils made merry there tonight. The most mysterious of us all, an unknown pirate, got for his loot a chocolate fudge cake and was therefore well repaid for heeding our irresistible summons and wander- ing away from his Spanish Main and pieces of eight. November QI. This afternoon we had a most informal and cozy musicale which was followed by a buffet supper. This was our first Sunday afternoon musicale and we liked it. November 22. Knock-Bang- Camel! li' Let ,go of melv Block that doorli' 'cWhere is it? There she goes! Out by the tennis courtsli' Get 'em! - Oh, my dear, was I frightened-why, they showed the thing right in front of my nose!,' Do they do this often? Was it the Camel or the 0wl?,, Did you ever hear such a knock?,'- And thus, the camel was shown and immediately whisked back to his oasis where he now browzes in secure contentment. November 25. Solitude and peace reigned here this Thanksgiving Day while we went out in search of Turkey and amusement. Most of us, however, wisely returned in the evening to enjoy the most perfect Thanksgiving dinner conceivable, for which we thank Mrs. Waples and drink her down, down, down. November 26. We brave left-behinds gather in the hall and heartily tell the lucky fifty per cent of school who are leaving for the week-end, i'Have a wonderful time-I know it'll be perfect-remember me to Dick and bring back some food! Tecember 10. Examinations! But do we care? Seven more days till vacation- then we go to the station-l' 6December 13. More examinations and- What are you going to wear home? 6December 16. Turkey, fluffy dresses, hot rolls, corsages, candle light, plum pudding, songs, lovely table decorations, hilarity-Oh, it,s the Christmas dinner and tomorrow we go home. fDecember 17. The grey light of dawn saw many of us packing our toothbrushes and locking our bags with a final snap-'6Are you making the seven- eight?', So,m I. I didnit sleep a Wink last night. '6Heavens! Where are my tickets?', '6Do you get home tonight? 'Bye-I'll try to think of you often-but-i' And again Harcum's halls are steeped in silence. 16 XJ Q! 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Emilie Heine, because she was Chairman of the Student Govern- ment Committee the lirst month of school and because she is president of the Athletic Association. Emilie is an energetic Worker and is a very popular member of our Harcuni World. Ethel Colegrove, biecause of her sunny disposition and sparkling Wit, because she is one of the new girls elected to serve on the editorial staff of PURPLE Pucnms. Betty Davis, because. she is an ardent participant in Harcum activities, because of her genial personality and because she is an associate editor of PURPLE PATCHES, and has decided literary ability. 25 Tu rple GPatches Music At the end of last year those of us who were coming back to Harcum this fall felt a little frightened, when we realized how many of our best music students were graduating. But we have no fear now, we are inspired by our new fellow-workers in music, and are doing our best not to fall behind in the march of musical progress. We welcome our new talent, enjoy it, and expect great things from it. The new girls, recital was an interesting, though slightly diflicult, event of the first week of school. The performers could not help feeling a little nervous and the old girls were a little nervous for them. How- ever, the program moved along very smoothly, and after it was over the new girls thought- How silly to have been scared? We are de- lighted to have five new singers this year along with the greater number of pianists, and shall look forward with more pleasure than ever before to the musicales With the added attraction of vocal selections. This year, Mrs. Harcum plans to have the musicales given every two Weeks. Their frequency as well as the fact that they are to take place in the studio! removes the tense awesomeness of the occasion and produces a more relaxed and home-like atmosphere. There have been several musicales since the very first one-each more successful than the preceding one and showing more poise and self-assurance on the part of the girls. George Boyle, well-known pianist, teacher and composer, is a member of the music faculty this year. We feel privileged and honored. He gave a recital at school Friday evening, October fifteenth. We came away breathless at the amazing ease of his technique, and uplifted and inspired by the interpretation of the music itself. He played a very interesting program, and was most generous in his encores. PROGRAM fl-?ralzms . ..... Rhapsodie in G minor Schumann Q A . 'Vogel als Prophet Papillons Nocturne in D fiat ' Sonata in B flat minor Grave-Doppio movimento Allegro , Marche funebre Presto - Qhopin . . George Poyle . . . r gi-giigfcine Tebussy . . . ....... Minstrels ,Qiszt-Qusonfi ........... Polonaise QCODA-by Busoni, dedicated to Mr. Boylej 26 Turple Tatches Uselma Smith, author of Keyboard Harmony , is with us again this year for harmony instruction. Miss Lois Haupt is giving a lecture course in music appreciation, which we enjoy very much. She is greatly interested in the teaching of music composition to children, and has done some unusual and original work with them. Miss Conger has charge of the chapel singing as well as the Glee Club. We have always taken great pride and pleasure in the Glee Club, and are enjoying our morning usingsi' in chapel more than ever before. ' PERSONALS Margery Atwater shows great poise and self-confidence in her work. Penelope Tarwater's playing indicates a great deal of talent though Mrs. Harcum thinks that just at present there is a little stiffness in it. Jane Pendleton always plays with ease and self-assurance. We feel that she shows more maturity and grace in her playing this year than she did last. Alma Polhemus has nice feeling. We are not well enough acquainted with her playing to make detailed comments, but we are anxious to hear her again soon. ' Betty Sibbett is a talented pianist whose tones are particularly lovely and mellow. Ruth Heller's soprano voice is of lovely quality. Her diction is good and her high notes are clear and full. Lily Rhome plays intelligently and well, but we have heard her only once and are anxious to hear her again before commenting further. Virginia Crawford, Rebecca Tarwater and Helen Watson, though amateurs, have proved themselves entertaining critics. We lighten ourmore serious musical pursuits with a fling at a jazz orchestra under the teaching, management, and supervision of Mr. Weaver. Though we have had but one rehearsal which, naturally, was not too successful, we are looking forward to a very interesting and enjoyable year. Tianos-Virginia Crawford, Jane Pendleton. .Mandolins-Elenor Lust, Eleanor Davy, Rebecca Keister, Betty -Sibbett, Betty Knipe. . 'Traps and drum-Virginia Roundey. Saxophone-Helen Dery. X ylophone-Evelyn J ackle. Tells-Mary Louise Chamberlain. 27 Turple Tatches Ufllumnae otes Betty Konkle of Grand Rapids, Mich., was married to VValter M. Blickle on Saturday, Sept. 25th. They are living at 14 Madison Apts., Grand Rapids, Mich. Betty is the first bride of '26. Among old Harcum girls who attended the Wedding were Jane Wurzburg. maid of honor, Phyllis Hollindrake, Lucile Kline, and Nfary lVIcMullen. Lucile Kline is visiting in Madison, Wisconsin. She Will later visit in Eau Claire, her former home. Mary McMullen is staying at home this year. i Helen Thompson made her debut in November at a dance, given by her parents in Norfolk, Va. Peggy Burch entered Bryn Mawr this fall. VVe see her quite often -still the same old Peg, except for the Permanent.,, Mildred Theimer of Brooklyn, N. Y., has announced her engage- ment to Mr. Richard Griffiths of New York. Margery McLellan and lVIargaret Toohey of 1920 had lunch with Miss Adams at the Algonquin not long ago. In the course of the conversation Margery mentioned that she Was on her Way to visit Helen Evans and Elsie Millar, Who are entering their third successful tea- house seascn. Helen has quite recuperated from the operation she Was forced to undergo last J une. lVIargery also said she Was on her Way to her beloved book shop in Miami. Carolyn Kulp has just announced her engagement to Mr. Mederic A. Hard of Burlington, Vermont. Eloise Gibbud is at Syracuse this year. She has made the rifle team. Patty Wood and Betty Thompson are Harcum's representatives at Smith. Margery Kimball and Elinor Reed are continuing their music at the Boston Conservatory of Music. 28 . Turple Tcztches Catherine Stine is taking up a special course at Lebanon Valley College. Irene Vaughan is studying art in New York. Frances LeFevre has entered Vassar. Her name will be found among those on the Honor Roll. Janet Thompson is a Freshman at Goucher. Virginia Toole, who is still at Columbia, has visited Harcum several times this year. . Gwendolyn Landis and Juanita Ticker are continuing their work at Syracuse. Margaret Lutz of Porto Rico has been visiting in Washington and New York. She and Caddy Stine have been out to school. Sally Horner is studying voice under Mr. Carl Whitmer, a well-known composer. She is also soprano soloist of the First Presbyterian Church in Connellsville. Marion Rummel of Shippensburg is remaining at home afte r attend ing the Normal School last year. Grace Wood of Fayette City is also among those who are remain- ing at home. I should like to hear from any of the old girls who have news for me to put into the next number of PURPLE PATCHES. I am also hoping that a great many of the Alumnae are planning to come back to Harcum for the Alumnae week-end which will be sometime in February. Definite plans will be announced later. ISABEL J. HOCK. Go seek your ever-thought-tomorrow, - Go seek it ere it flies awayg VVhat care I for your tomorrow, When I have my yesterday? KATIIRYN THIEME. 29 Turple Tatches Athletics ETHEL COLEGROVE HE officers of the Athletic Association were elected early in the season. The combination of Emily Heine as president and Helen Wilson as manager is sure to accomplish great things. HOCKEY GAMES f Old Girls-New Girls: Score, 9-3 in Old Girls' favor. Camel-Owl: Score, 6-4 in favor of Camels. We enjoyed some Bryn Mawr College hockey in October. In November we saw the Boston-Philadelphia game at the Merion Cricket Club. A number of girls have been playing tennis, some trying to play. Several of them are so exceptionally good that we hope to see many interesting matches in the spring. Basketball will soon start, and we have full confidence in the team that Miss MacNought will choose. We hope to have a game with Miss Sayward's team, as has been the custom in past years. Bishopthorpe Manor has challenged us. Our game with Ogontz was postponed last year, but perhaps we can play it this year. Though we were defeated by the Mary Lyons team last year, we hope to avenge ourselves in a game, soon. Very few girls have been swimming during the past month, and none of us have been riding. Very fine horses can be secured for the girls, so let's take a little interest in it. They say it absolutely guarantees keeping slender, without dieting. 30 'L' if X N ' 553. A-. f , .. , A.ffj,'.. JS' f , 1, .,.,,, g,'glgq7g,, 3, ,gf V L . 'A N X. , i I . 1 , L , ' ! 5. I I '. 1 g x- : Q- 5s l f J' Ei 1 W -1 xA LL : ' Hy 1 C X' X '- : 2- ,, f' f I' 21 1 Q .- . f, I s - f H f il If I, .' 5- f .1 ,f 1 , - . , f- I Uk A- F L K , f 1 V, v if 'f . 57 fx P r ua .' if. wl :ly 4 ' . 2 - - ' , . 1' N 3 , .. 1 'fi I S, x ez I il' 1 P- A: ll JP -if 'if gy ,ff H if ' II 51 si lu .- J' Qs -' F! Yi lg 5, , . -, 5' iff: I 'ri ,, . ff 'T x F. -faq rg i . - X . ., ! ,. 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