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

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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 ' - . . . . I , - ' 9 r cc 9 as ' ' ' ' . , . gg ,, . . . 9 s 9 - . . . . , . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . cs as ac s ' - s s , . . , . . . . a ,, - 9 Q . . . , . ,, . . . . . . . U ' U I H . ,, . . 9 - . . . . lf. I - 9 H ' as cs s ' V . . ,, . . - . . . . . . s . 1 . v . ci a ' s as 0 9 ' . . 11 I Si ' aa cc as s s - s a - rc - as s 5 ' cc s - 9 I C e . . . . , . . . . ,, .

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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

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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