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

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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 ,

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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

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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