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

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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

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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

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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