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

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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

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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-

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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