Bryn Mawr College Scholarship, Research, and Creative Work at Bryn Mawr College Bryn Mawr College Publications, Special Bryn Mawr College Yearbooks Collections, Digitized Books 1915 Bryn Mawr College Yearbook. Class of 1915 Bryn Mawr College. Senior Class Let us know how access to this document benefits ouy . Follow this and additional works at: http://repository.brynmawr.edu/bmc_yearbooks Part of the Liberal Studies Commons, and the Women's History Commons Custom Citation Bryn Mawr College Yearbook. Class of 1915 (Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania: Bryn Mawr College, 1915). This paper is posted at Scholarship, Research, and Creative Work at Bryn Mawr College. http://repository.brynmawr.edu/bmc_yearbooks/42 For more information, please contact [email protected]. ! 1 1 'I • THE CLASS OF NINETEEN FIFTEEN BRYN MAWR COLLEGE The Book of the Class .1915 t �bitorial ;ioarb Editor-in-Chief FLORENCE GAGE HATTON Assistant Editors HELEN HERRON TAFT HELEN EVERETT MARY GERTRUDE BROWNELL Business Manager DOROTHEA MAY MOORE Assistant Business Managers GERTRUDE EMERY ANNA BROWN Treasurer DORA LEVINSON ~rtfact CONVENTIONAL preface, I suppose, should be written by the Board of Editors assembled in solemn conclave. At least 1914 did it that way, with little Coolies A peering in at the windows and members arriving dramatically in response to frantic telegrams. But I might telegraph all day and no one could come to join me here, so I am going to break the convention. That's quite the traditional thing for 1915, anyhow, I believe. Gerty is riding horseback through Yellowstone Park-so her last special delivery from Wyoming told me; Helen Everett is somewhere between Rhode Island and the western coast; and Helen Taft wrote a fortnight ago from Canada, "I leave a week from today." The wind bloweth where it listeth and so, evidently, doth she. But even though we can't be together in the flesh, we are one in spirit-and that's more than a good many Boards can boast of. What's the good of all our psychology, anyhow, if we can't practice a little absent treatment, hypnotic suggestion stuff now and then? I believe that we can, and I am firmly convinced that this Preface is really written by us all in the .most modern scientific fashion, even if it is my hand alone that guides my new chicken-feather pen across the page. First of all we want to tell you how glad we are to send out this little memory book to you just at the beginning of October when all our thoughts are turning back to speckly note books, Taylor bell and camphor balls. Once we thought that we never should get it to you. The proof was lost, strayed or stolen somewhere between the Atlantic seaboard and San Francisco. VlTe had visions of sitting up nights forging articles and plagiarising from ancient class tomes; but at last the package came in safety and we breathed again. Then there were the articles that were lost or didn't come and those that did come and couldn't be published. If you miss Mary Parke's humor from these pristine pages-don't blame us. Didn't we tease and implore for days? "But M. P.," we said, with tears in our editorial eyes, "you know you're screamingly funny when you talk." "Am I?" piped M. P. innocently, rolling up old clothes for the Phillie Second Hand Shop. "Well I tri edto put things down on paper and they weren't a bit humorous. I just can't write at all, I guess. I'm sorry, but you all had better find someone else for that job. Good- bye, I'm going to New York till Thursday." Then there was the article about entertaining ministers which might have thrown some side lights on Snoddy, and one called "On Getting a Degree," which was to come from Edna's pen. We thought that a brilliant idea but she said she had had enough of writing that last month under Miss Crandall's watchful eye. Ethel gave us one about the mail, but, of course, Pem. West simply couldn't let that out. "The Clam," as Gane and Snyder's bill always called us, had to stand by each other in an emergency like that. We really should have a second Braley write-up from Myra Richards, for we have one on 1914 there; but it is too late now, and we shall simply have to send her our good wishes and wait until reunion to hear the story from her own lips. In spite of all these omissions and casualties, however, we hope that you will find reading here for a lonely hour, and that you will be diverted and cheered in those moments when it seems that even the sound of a "Fa-a-a-l-l Ln-n-nl" would come gratefully to your ear. May those classes who are left behind us send us a friendly thought now and then, if they chance to turn the pages of our Record, and keep us a welcome for the days when we shall all come back to walk in the shade of the Crab Apple Tree together. FLORENCE G. HATTON. ctonttnt~ PAGE THE CLASS . frontispiece EDITORIAL AND BUSINESS BOARDS . 5 PREFACE . 7 FRESHMAN YEAR OFFICES . 13 NOTHING IN PARTICULAR, Susan F. Nichols. 15 FRESHMAN SHOW, Atala Thayer Scudder 17 THE FAMILY, Helen Everett 19 ATHLETIC RECORDS fll SOPHOMORE YEAR OFFICES' . THE ROAD TO YESTERDAY, Dagmar Perkins IN MEMORIAM-1913, Mary Monroe Harlan. 29 INTERVIEW FOR ARGUMENT, Helene Evans . 30 GEMS FROM THE MODERNS, Florence G. Hatton 31 ATHLETIC RECORDS. .. 34 JUNIOR YEAR OFFICES . 37 THE TEMPTAT~ONS, Dessau-Goodhue 39 BANNER SHOW, Helen W. Irvin 41 MAy DAY, Alice R. Humphrey ... 4fl To THE MAY POLE LET US ON, M. G. Brownell 44 THE OTHER GREEKS, F. G. Hatton 46 ATHLETIC RECORDS • . 47 4tonttnt"-ContinUtb SENIOR YEAR PAGE OFFICES . 51 UPPER TEN . 53 DIGNITY AND THE CHAIR, H. Bradford 54 THE FORUM, Adrienne Kenyon 56 WRITING PETITIONS, Helen Taft ... 58 THE NEW ORGAN AND THE OLD, M. Chamberlain 60 THE LARK, THE LINNET AND ALL THE FINCHES, Isabelle Smith 61 ApOLOGIA, Elizabeth B. Smith . 63 MAIN LINE NEWS . 65 ON CHOOSING A SENIOR PLAY 67 MAJOR CHEMISTRY . 69 THE HIGH OFFICIAL AND THE FEMALE DETECTIVE, Cecilia Sargent 71 THE MAy QUEENS, Mary Monroe Harlan . 73 FAREWELL, Elizabeth B. Smith . 74 THE MESSAGE COLLEGE HAD FOR ME, Atala Thayer Scudder 75 RECENT PHILOSOPHICAL TENDENCIES, Florence Gage Hatton 77 UNDER Two BANNERS, Helen Taft. 79 ATHLETIC TEAMS AND RECORDS 81 THE QUESTION OF ENVIRONMENT PEM. VERSUS ROCK., Enid Deesaa 85 PEM. WEST SECOND FLOOR, Eleanor Freer. 87 DENBIGH DINING, Free and Justice 89 HOME LIFE IN MERION, Mary Gertrude Brownell 91 RETROSPECTION-A DRAMA, Glenn and McCollin 93 I"IFE IN ROCK., Olga Erbsloh . 94 RETURNING TO VISIT, Julia L. Harrison ... 96 WHITE INTELLECTUALIZED, Emily Gifford Noyes 98 OUR PLACE IN HISTORY, K. Snodgrass 100 CLASS ADDRESSES . 103 THE BOOK OF THE CLASS OF NINETEEN-FIFTEEN 13 ceffiCt~ ~ tib bp tbt QJ:Ia~~-jf reshman 'tar Class Officers, P1'esident-MARY GERTRUDE BROWNELL Vice-President and T1'easurer-ELlzABETH BAILEY Secretary-IsABEL FOSTER Students' Council-EMILY GIFFORD NOYES, LUCILE DAVIDSON THE BOOK OF THE CLASS OF NINETEEN-FIFTEEN 15 J}otbing In ~atticulat WAS asked to write" anything about Freshman year." Thus in a moment of mis- guided and general enthusiasm I took pen in hand and started to write-everything. IBut soon I was forced to recognize my limitations: Of course, only one with the finest discrimination for dramatic effect could do justice to Freshman Show. It would take a far keener wit than mine to appreciate all the clever things said at Freshman Banquet. And as for athletics-well, I never did know anything about them, except for shouting on the side lines that "The green was going to win!" (And we did-sometimes.) In short, I have come to realize that the only thing in Fresh- man year which is suited to my modest pen is-nothing-in particular. * I remember that on my first day of college I was in a state of terrified and expectant excitement over the unique form of hazing which I believed would be practiced upon us. How really terrible was the atmosphere which surrounded the mysteriously rumored "reading of rules to Freshmen" anyone will appreciate who knows that Edna Rapallo was intimidated with me. Indeed, she and I locked ourselves into our room at twilight and lay there tremblingly feigning sleep.t A gentle knock on the door made us both start up fearfully from our beds. What should we do? Edna, always braver than I, approached the door cautiously and listened at the keyhole. A gentle voice was asking us if we did not wish some ice cream. The Sophomores had brought us some from the party they had given the other Freshmen in the hall! At the words ice cream and a party my Freshman heart softened, and Edna mur- mured resolutely something about "not missing any of the college life." Thus I brought the key from where it lay hidden under my pillow. It was then we knew that in our life at Bryn Mawr the key had lost its function. * J have come to believe that the editors also reached this conclusion in assigning me IUy subject. t We learned thus early in our college course that at Bryn Mawr a key is an obsolete institution of no worth. Later we discovered that the "Busy Sign," "Please Keep Out," "Keep Out!" etc., etc., are almost as useless.