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

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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

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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

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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