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

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Tiarple Tatches As I heard her on the second-floor hall I suddenly felt very faint. What is the matter? asked my friend, Nothing, I said to her. Don't tell her I wanted to wear one. No, nothing is wrongf' And I walked slowly down the hall, Up and down the second-floor hall In my new short evening gown. Up and down. JOANNE PENDLETONQ ..M I walked gently across the tiled floor My bare feet grew cold. I stood in front of the mirror and looked And looked. Why had I grown so old? My face was deathly pale, My eyes lacked luster and were downeast, T My lips quivered as if in a great sadness, A I clutched the cold marble table, . I was on the point of death from desperation, , For there was no soap! JANET SEED. The W hy and W lzerefore I LIKE CHICAGO, ILL. 'Because the telephone operators don't know what you,re talking about fBecause every street has its slaughter and ilfecause I heard a man say that his wifefs brother-in-law's second cou- sin's son who was paralyzed wouldnft hurt a fly. . I LIKE CHARLESTON, S. C. fflecause I saw a Black Bottom sitting on a railroad track eating water- melon. 1 fffecause magnificent magnolias bloom in May and ?Because I met lVIr. Hutty and admire his etchings. 24

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Turple Tatches Humor Evening Tresses fPattems,' -With Apologies to Amy ,Qowell I walk down the second-floor hall And all the girls Are peering out their doors at me. I walk down the long, dark second-floor hall In my chiHon evening gown. With my high heels and painted face, , I am indeed a queer Specimen, as I swagger down ' The second-floor hall. My dress with rhinestones glimmers And the chain Makes a green and brownish stain On my neck, and my back Is very low. Just a plate of modern Fashion Skipping by in high-heeled silver shoes. Not a stiffness anywhere about me, Only rhinestone and chiffon. And I sink on a step at the landing Of the stairs. For my passion Cries out against conservative clothes. The girls down the hall Look out at me And try to seeg And I frowng For the senior dance is coming And I cannot wear the dress of my choice. Underneath the pink chiiion In my heart Is something that troubles me Something that I heard from a girl from down the hall My dear, I hate to tell you but Mrs. I-Iarcum Doesnit allow such formal dresses? , S- 23

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