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E WILL be the war generation. We have gone through our
four years at Bryn Mawr under the growing threat of conflict.
Decisions have had to be made reflecting those of the nation—
what traditions, what luxuries must be sacrificed; what standard can be
maintained in a war world. We have had to postpone the realization of our
ideals of peace and tolerance. We have had to study the Elizabethans, the
French Revolution, Plato and Egyptian tombs when their value is most
challenged and seems least fruitful.
But we are also the last of the generation of a past peace. And because
we believe that its contribution to Bryn Mawr and to ourselves has been
important, we have recorded in this book the achievements made, the values
grasped, as well as the temporary changes this world war has made necessary.
Bryn Mawr College
To Marion Epwarps ParK WE OWE TWO
DEMOCRACY THAT DOES NOT PREACH BUT ACTS;
ONLY AN ADVANTAGE BUT A RESPONSIBILITY. For
In KatHartne E. McBrip— WE PLACE OUR |
WILL PRESERVE THE BEST OF ITS HERITAGE AND
THINGS—THE EXPERIENCE AT Bryn Mawr OF A
AND THE KNOWLEDGE THAT EDUCATION IS NOT
/(SQuint OF THESE SHE HAS WON OUR DEVOTION.
‘CONFIDENCE. UNDER HER LEADERSHIP THE COLLEGE
WILL FULFILL ITS PROMISE IN FUTURE PROGRESS.
HERE are a few very important events in college that everyone who
went to Bryn Mawr remembers. Some of them are the most exciting
things that can happen to an undergraduate: the first moment she
is received in her dormitory, and the last moment when she walks out of
Goodhart with something to show for the past four years. These are re-
membered not as an experience that everyone had, but as her very own.
There are special people, special emotions, certain little incidents that fit
into Freshman Show or Senior Bonfire and make them different from a “tradi-
tional Bryn Mawr activity.”
For the Class of ’42, two major issues spanned the course of our college
career: each year Big May Day was discussed, and each fall was shadowed
by Miss Park’s pending resignation. We are proud and happy that this
year she stands on the commencement platform with us.
As any group of freshmen we entered Freshman Week with a great
deal of ambition and hope beneath our shyness. We were awed by the
interview with the dean, by the sight of that tremendous bonfire roaring
up into the sky, and later by the beauty of the faint blue lanterns swinging
through the cold cloisters. We were excited by our caps and gowns, by
our scraps with the sophomores. It was fun struggling through the snake
dance on Parade Night, and much more fighting to preserve our dignity,
our peace of mind, and our show at rehearsals. We were enraptured at
staying up all night. We were scared about our first exams. But we learned
a few things, too: the technique of pinning towels under our gowns, the
use of paper plates and alarm clocks to baffle our adversaries. We also learned,
at least some of us, how to find books in the library—the newspapers are
still a mystery. We learned the proper smoking-room etiquette, and our
bridge improved—even though it
may have slipped a little since.
This might be the debut of any class
were it not for the fact that Rhoads
was first occupied that year, and we
were the first large Freshman class,
and ungainly we were, too. It took
quite some time to decide which was
hand and which was head.
PARADE NIGHT—LANTERN NIGHT
All of us—153 strong—were going to be presidents or honor students
some day, and we lept into affairs of state and erudition with great gusto.
It was rumored our first weeks in college that a few of us habitually reserved
books in the library for eight A: M., and so many of us were registered for
geology that after two weeks the dean’s office still had made no accurate
estimate. We were known as “the tribe-of-reversible-plaid-coat-wearers.”
So brave were we that even an encounter with a skunk could not keep a
determined freshman from her appointment with the dean. Above all, it
was different for we had a man for our Freshman Show animal. “Every
class of glory tells a little story” about its Freshman Show, but ours was so
unique that a special meeting had to be held to quiet down the Sophomores’
enthusiasm. Then there was the night we led an advertising parade through
the halls. There were pie beds and no beds, intreviews in the night and
scuffles up and down the aisles of Goodhart, the kidnapping of the leading
lady, and the amazing cooperation of our Western Union boy. Not to
mention the fact that it was all a glorious success. Oh yes, that and more
was our Freshman Year.
eer N CED -milot dors, nectar am.
brosia, any flavor . . . GABRIEL (climb-
ing on a cloud): Tickets for this evening’s
entertainment now on sale. Step right
up to the cloud on your right. Seventy-
five cents a seat. Under the auspices of
the Bryn Mawr League. Little Miss Eva
will climb up on that high cloud, two
hundred feet in the air, and dive, dive into
a bowl of nectar without disturbing a
Moodlemmotep night up) 9. » DEVIL
(on soap box): Ill promise you anything.
I've got what you want. Will you give
me a chance? Down with St. Peter!
Down with the angels! Down with
Philosophy! Down with Social Economy!
Down with English Literature, and its
classical allies! Let’s goto Hell! . .
The next year we plunged into college activities, scholastic and other-
wise. This was the year we really began to get involved with orals—and
Junior Year—and Senior Year. But outside of the necessary books and
papers, we had more than a little fun. There’s a certain warm satisfaction
in being on the inside of things, and now we were really becoming a part of
the college and could discuss with a superior attitude the small children who
made up the Freshman Class. Now we could
steal their parade night song and disturb their
rehearsals. Now we could have lantern girls
and be senior advisers. We were old hands
at college week-ends and hall dances, at Christ-
mas dinners and step singing. But aside from
just being Sophomores, our year was different.
That was the year Big May Day wasn’t given.
MARION MERRILL CHESTER
*. . . Don’t forget your dear teachers. . .
If you’re left too much alone,
Send a callfor Mr. Sloane. . .
If your joints begin to ache,
Notify Miss Agnes Lake . .
Wells gets you out of hells,
Hold on to David and you'll be saved... .
Here at the threshold of another year,
We stand a small, neglected company.
Our collars frayed, our hair a little thin. . .
Our feet each day drawn closer to the grave.
We stand among our cobwebs and look out,
And watch you dance down avenues of spring. . .
The chill blood stirs; we raise a palsied hand
And wave the years a fond farewell.
Goodby, dear girls, goodby, god-speed.
And don’t forget the Dean.”
(Read at Rhoads C@hnecniass Dinner by Mr. Soper)
The Way of All Flesh
Junior Year we began to major, and no mountains moved, but we
liked it anyway. Now we could go up the steps under the clock, we held
high offices, we were beginning to be somebody—and we still knew enough
college men to go away for week-ends. Work hard and play hard was our
motto. We got to know the infirmary pretty well too. Our year was very
exciting because of the third term election; politics were hot and furious on
the campus during the autumn. The republicans led a torch-light parade,
and held a rally at which Oren Root spoke. A lot of time was spent working
at Willkie Clubs in Philadelphia and vicinity.* But even after election we
continued this national consciousness. The proximity of the war began to
stir us to action. During the winter the students and faculty presented
two ambulances to the British. Defense work was begun too; first aid and
auto mechanics courses were given to a small group. Late that year the
Alliance sprang into being. Politics, x
war, defense, preparedness were on
everybody’s lips. In theory we did
not sleep. That was the year we
had a wonderful time yelling about
no Thanksgiving vacation. Our year
too we went abroad at home, scatter-
ing to colleges all over the country.
But in spite of this disturbing ele
ment, we carried on Junior traditions
as usual. We elected our officers
with great pomp and looked for-
ward to being Seniors with a glint
in the eye.
*There was a young Democrats group, too.
MARY BROOKS HOLLIS
Then came the magnificence, the glory, and the hard day-labor of being
a senior. We saw comprehensives looming on spring’s verdant horizon;
and were sorry that our eyes were open. We ran things in a grand style,
and some of us were most effective air raid wardens, though no bombs fell.
But we didn’t really feel as if the last day was near, until May Day, like a
beribboned hoop, rolled round. Before, we had cursed it as the invention of
the Seniors, who received flowers and two breakfasts, made the whole
“For I'm to be Queen
of the May.”
college reel hectically around their maypoles, and dispensed hoops and
sticks with an annoying air of noblesse oblige.
But May Day, we find, is a final fling. The band plays, as it had for
our first Parade Night—but now the animals aren’t coming in, but going
out, two by traditional two. The underclassmen look carefree, but we
sing louder. We are the center of attention—but not, we know for long.
Even May Day assembly and the first class after the jubilation have lost
their former sting of anticlimax. And we think that perhaps it might have
been wonderful to have given Big May Day after all.
LAST DAY OF CLASSES
There are only the last ends to tie—a
paper to finish, a quiz perhaps. Compre-
hensives are the reality; and by this time
apprehension has made us almost look
forward to them. Class Day speeches ring
with a reckless defiance; Tree Planting
(with or without the aid of Haverford)
shows that there is life in the old gals yet.
“Good-bye Taylor!” is full, not of regret,
but of anticipation of the world for which
we are leaving it.
Ashes to Ashes
And Senior Bonfire is an orgy. Flame
consumes and fire devours the notes, the
papers, the thousand sheets of crabbed
handwriting, the dusty relics of a long
career. And with the smoke vanish our
recollections of halls dark before dawn,
smoke in a closed and empty room, and
coca-cola whose long vigil has sapped its
snap. We remember the sunrises we saw;
we forget those hours—those endless hours,
when we thought it might never rise again.
The strife is o'er; the battle won.
The week before Commencement
begun. We fold our hands, we
watch underclassmen still studying,
we play, we laugh again. We are
very mature and poised at Garden
Party—we have lost forever the
awkwardness of blue-jeans. And the
underclassmen feed us water-ice, and
The clock has struck for the last time.
We are a part of the procession, as others
have been, as others will be. But even
here our Senior year was different. Miss
MacBride has been chosen Bryn Mawr’s
fourth president. But, most of all, we
Who Wears the
HE fever for exploration
runs high in the Archeology
department. So, for some-
thing new and exciting, and for
the satisfaction of six of our in-
door Archaeology students, Miss
De Laguna conducted a dig near
Flagstaff, Arizona, last summer-
Excavations at Cinder Park un.
covered remains of a civilization of
the Sinagua Indian tribe which
disappeared about 1300 A. D.
This, the oldest civilization of the
Sinagua tribe that has been found,
was named in honor of President
They had to dig under a very
hot sun in hard, baked earth. At
their first site, they dug six feet
below the surface with shovels,
then took trowels, whisk brooms, ice picks
and paint brushes and culled over the earth
in six-inch layers. Artifax were carefully
wrapped in layers of newspaper.
The valuable finds brought back were
pottery, stone axes, corn grinders, shell
ornaments and a pipe, but most of their
discoveries remain in the Museum of
CATHERINE HEAD COLEMAN
ENG Ee EEN eE «GE IN ds ORY
The course in 18th century is a detailed study
of the economics, history, and thought trends
of the period, given with the cooperation of the
Economics, History, English, and Philosophy
departments. During the first semester, which
deals with the economic and historical back-
ground, each student selects a European country
and gives oral reports from her research on
different problems. In the second semester,
trends in political and philosophic thought are
discussed, bringing in specifically the influence
of writers and philosophers. The students and
faculty pool their information and discuss the
topics. Controversy rose especially high during
the study of politicial theory.
The enthusiasm of both students and pro-
fessors on this year’s work may lead to further
courses following the same patterns for other
A small group of boys and girls, serious and
silent, sit on the stage of the Theatre Workshop,
listening to Mr. John Gassner read one of the
students’ plays. He closes the script and looks
sharply at the audience, “Now, what was the
spine of this play? Let me put it another way,
whose play was it?” There is a long puzzled
pause. “I don’t quite understand,” one student
answers, “but I don’t think the end is necessary
at all.” Mr. Gassner turns witha smile, “Well,
let’s ask the author...”
This class in playwritng is a purely experi-
mental group, tearing apart and putting to
gether scripts for the stage and radio, seeing
what is valuable and what is waste. All this
creative effort culminates at the end of the year
in a program of plays presented, with the aid
of the Players Club, before the college.
JANE ANN MAIER
The International Relations Club has pre-
viously spent its time attending Model League
Assemblies. This year, however, the Model
League came to Bryn Mawr.
Two hundred delegates arrived in a typical
spring blizzard. Pembroke was occupied by a
male army of some 125 future diplomats—bud-
ding poets, too, they left behind an extraordinary
collection of tributes.
Discussion dealt with complex, post-war
problems: World Trade, Famine, Disease, Dis-
placed Populations and Restoration of Order.
National feeling ran high—so high that once
Turkey and Ireland withdrew, either from a
sincere national conviction or an equally sincere
desire for lunch.
Bloody but Unbowed
A year ago, when spring did not bring another offensive, the Alliance
was only a gleam in the eye. Last fall, it was little more—a group of people
who met hectically in the Deanery over coca-colas (before the shortage had
descended) and decided that there was room on campus for a new and large
organization, designed to encourage and express student opinion on politics
in general and, in particular, on the problems the incipient war and its
ensuing peace would bring. Principles were drawn up, asserting the founders’
conviction that to win the war was not enough, unless in the mobilization
of national effort, consideration of the longer-range problems of education,
opinion, and criticism was maintained.
The inaugural meeting in Goodhart at which the Alliance (named in
a flash of dubious inspiration to meet a News deadline, but now accepted
on every tongue) was attended by only a few; but Pearl Harbor, several
weeks later, found it ready to provide the outlets war-born enthusiasm
demanded. With the valuable help of the Faculty Defense Group, the
Defense Course program was taken over by the Alliance, expanded, and
its many opportunities made available to both college and community.
These ran as planned, but the Alliance did not stop there. Its hope
that there was a definite place for educational work was justified by the
reception of the informal, interdepartmental course on Post-War Reconstruc-
tion and of the new Current Events lectures, presented by Miss Robbins
and Mrs. Manning, which took up the terrifying sequence of events—Hong
Kong, Singapore, the eruptions in the British Cabinet, Java, and the re-
habilitation of M. Laval—as the news came over the air and through the
doors in our morning papers. Two Forums, one on education, another on
Congress since December 7th, gave some chance for free-lance opinion to
be vocal; and Max Lerner’s vibrant discussion of ideas for war and peace,
also came to you by courtesy of the Alliance.
A new organization is a new experience; and we feel ourselves unable
to analyze, to diagnose, the symptoms of the Alliance’s growth. We think
it is an up-and-coming affair; and are
proud of whatever small part we have
hadinitsinception. Although in our he-
retical moments, when Comprehensives =
loom most dourly, we are secretly glad |
that so far it has not stressed the
“education” aspect too strongly, we
know that it has better, braver things
MARY HALL GUMBART
Though groundwork for the Defense Courses was laid last summer,
and nutrition, home nursing, shorthand and typing began in the first semester;
Pearl Harbor touched a fuse and the Alliance, aided by the Faculty Defense
Group, swung into vigorous action. Over beer and cider at the Nahm’s a
program was formed; a registration staff usurped the Ph.D. room in the
library; and more than 300 people enrolled themselves for training and for
community service. Seventy off-campus registrants for the nutrition course
proved that we can share our loaves and fishes; and the great response
from students showed we were eager to put our hearts in the right place.
With blackouts by night—prone forms in darkened halls, the voice
of doom demanding that Pem’s tower light conform to regulations (we
realized that even ivory turrets get no exemption in this war), and the
“I guess I gave you the
“On earth the broken leg,
In heaven the perfect
strains of Nearer My God to Thee from throats of those who, in daylight,
acknowledged themselves mutes—and the excitement of radio, newspaper
and rumor by day, the Alliance proceeded efficiently. The expanded
First Aiders had to conscript Handbooks; and the required course for all
airraid wardens, student and faculty, provided comic relief for the entire
campus. Dr. Nahm’s idea of aid and comfort manifested itself in a strenuous
half-nelson and the solicitous inquiry, ““How’r’ya feeling
now?” It was decided by unanimous vote that triangular
bandages were not to be hemmed, and that it was safe
to omit first aid for snake bites.
Eighty auto mechanics rolled off the assembly-line
early in April, graduating under the enthusiastic auspices
of the Keystone Automobile Club; who sent an En-
gineering Director to supply the final gilt, a lecture on
“History was never like this.”
trafic regulations. Community courses, one on the
planning and management of children’s centers and
another on community service techniques, were in
full swing. Faculty members from the history,
economics, sociology and politics departments mapped
the ground-plans for a brave new world in the Post-
War Reconstruction class; presenting an unscheduled
added attraction, the Battle of the Goddesses, which
stimulated attendance with the hope of a return
engagement. The complete success of the course and
the omniscience of Bryn Mawr undergraduates was
attested, weekly, by the total silence which followed
each lecturer’s concluding statement: “And on these
more technical points, are there any questions?. . .”
Most brilliant, however, was the overnight stand
devoted to instruction in firefighting. Around a
blazing pyre (just a plain destructive fire, no chemicals)
on the hockey field the brave smoke-eaters learned
that they should be loaded like dromedaries before
approaching a blaze—their equipment consisting of
MARGARET LOUISE LEWIS
two bags of sand, six buckets of water, a stirrup pump, a fire extinguisher,
and a chair to ward off sparks. These were not all available, but armed with
the pumps, candidates inched toward the blaze on their stomachs, one from
each side. Boldly they aimed their sprays, and extinguished each other.
Courses on office techniques, involving the use of comptometers,
mimeographs, and that vicious Medusa, the college switchboard, rounded
out this year’s program. The Bryn Mawr girl, new model, girt in triangular
bandage, an extra blanket, with all lights extinguished and stirrup pump
in hand, stands tiptoe on the threshold, equipped to serve wherever this
war of ours may Call her.
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ONT BE ANY
This is the heading of the largest group of documents filed away in
Goodhart, the records of Undergrad’s storied past. It refers to the great
Cut Battle which raged in 1913 and 1914, with final skirmishes extending
into the 20’s. During this epic struggle, Undergrad came of age.
But we anticipate. Nobody knows exactly how old this foremost
campus organization is. When questioned, its president murmurs something
about “an early Christian Association” —like our forebears, the first apostles
of campus welfare lived, apparently, underground. The earliest records
indicate a transition from a vague figure, a “chairman of the committee on
Mass Meetings” to a real Undergraduate Association, which was in ex-
istence by 1906.
The great Cut Battle was its first test of strength. In 1912, the faculty
proposed to limit sharply the number of class cuts taken; since they felt
that the students no longer panted after knowledge as in the older, better
days. Undergrad protested; the faculty persevered. Undergrad petitioned
VERA VIRGINIA FRENCH
ALICE MEIGS CROWDER
the Trustees, who replied that the faculty should be trusted, the students
should be patient. The faculty promised to reconsider, but perfidiously
ignored the promise. In 1923, aftera mammoth Mass Meeting, President
Thomas graciously granted the privilege of a public discussion with the
students, and in a fulldress debate in Goodhart, conceded their point.
Shortly after the present student-administered cut system was begun.
December 8: Vincent Sheean
Were there crusades to be led today, Undergrad would lead them.
But now it is more than a zealous Vigilante committee. It charters and fosters
all campus organizations which do not fall into the special categories of
League, Self-Gov, or A. A.—with the exceptions only of the News, the
Lantern, and the Yearbook, which maintain their proud fourth-estate freedom.
Undergrad manages big things. It would have managed Big May Day—
to perfection, we suggest—had not its frills
and furbelows been forsworn. However
it found the job of managing our infant
united efforts was equally demanding. The
\ JANE HOWARD SMITH
Assemblies presented show the trend
of the past year: Max Lerner heralded
the all-out attitude last spring; the
foreign students joined us to present a
discussion on education at home and
abroad in the fall; in March Dr.
Murray of Harvard jolted us with his
call to the colors. And though Vincent
Sheean did not speak directly under
Undergrad’s sponsorship, few will for-
get the night of the eighth of December
when, breathless, he brought the bad
news and all its implications, from
Washington to us.
Tea for Lady Halifax
Reception for Miss
And there were new things which promised to be
big. The Alliance, inaugurated by Undergrad, presented
a program of present training for future service to the
college. The young SubFreshman Committee asserted
itself, mapping plans for a new Handbook, a bigger re-
sponsibility of student advisers to the novices, and a better
freshman week for all concerned. The Vocational Com-
mittee came to new life and met the challenge of summer
sessions for acceleration by planning, with members of the
Alliance board, jobs for summer to supplement winter
And then there are the less spectacular
committees, whose work is continuous and
important. The Curriculum Committee,
once the dream-quest of Thanksgiving’ vaca-
tion had perished, continued work begun
last year toward establishing a reading
period. The Faculty Curriculum Com-
mittee met with the undergraduates’ rep-
resentatives, and agreed that, if the college
year could be lengthened and first year
courses retain the mid-year exam, a reading
period is desirable and should be initiated.
A minor revolution, the election of Com-
mittee representatives by mem-
bers of each major department,
gives promise that next year’s
important work will have
campus support and vigor.
After “Stage Door”
The Entertainment Committee, another
of Undergrad’s subsidiaries, chose a partic
ularly appropriate year to throw in the
sponge. With war at first imminent and
then actual, elaborate entertainments with-
ered. The poor reception of Dorothy May-
nor’s concert and Arthur Menken’s lecture
showed unmistakably that the campus wants
smaller, more specialized and less expensive
diversions. With a bow to the good old
days, the Series of Six, and a wistful
glance at discarded evening gowns, we
pass on. There will be no Mayris
Chaneys on this campus.
With this behind us, there is nothing
we would wish changed by Undergrad —
unless, miraculously, a new crusade could
secure the privilege of slacks-in-Taylor,
even if only for the duration.
JEAN ANN SHAFFER
ELF Government is ambitious. It has undertaken “to regulate all
those matters concerning the conduct of the members in their college
life. When the Association was chartered in 1892, the first in any
women’s college, President Eliot of Harvard wrote Dean M. Carey Thomas
predicting, with heavy Harvard gloom, that within six months the doors of
Bryn Mawr would be closed forever.
But they’re still open—until 10:30 every night. And after that (for
Self-Gov works mainly in the dark), the system functions efficiently, sensibly,
and with a minimum of furor. There is no differentiation between seniors
and freshmen, no limits upon overnight leaves or late permissions. These
liberties apparently do not encourage criminals; for cases of suspension are
By the People
Fiftieth Anniversary Dinner
Success has attended Self-Gov’s gentle but firm efforts for fifty years.
The Fiftieth Anniversary of the Association this year brought nostalgic
thoughts of early hazards—young unmarried male professors, “The Young
Temptations,” warned Miss Thomas, whose influence among the students
had to be curbed, the control of cheering in the dining-rooms, and that
burning question of the twenties: Should Women Smoke? This was settled
for all time in 1929, when Self-Government came out into the open, made
smoking permissible, and put Bryn Mawr’s name on the front page of the
New York Times for the only time in its history.
Every girl in college is, willy-nilly, a member
of the Association; and occasionally the masses
exert the full powers of a united effort. Last
year saw an epic struggle between the leaders
and the multitude. The question: shall per-
mission be required for overnight absence?
The proposal, by a Board apparently timorous,
fearful of possible errors in individual judgment:
yes. The reaction: violent. Impromptu meet-
ings, impassioned speeches from imaginary
soapboxes, and, eventually, a reasonable dis-
cussion of the issue in Hall Meetings, resulted
in the adoption of a new rule, under which
each girl now decides for herself what con-
stitutes proper chaperonage. The Trustees
endorsed the decision. A new definition had
MARJORIE FLETCHER CATRON
HELEN LANSDOWNE RESOR
A weight was lifted from
the shoulders of the per-
mission-givers, who are ex-
tremely conscientious and
faithful girls; and who have
forced us to explain that the
picture on this page was
; taken in the afternoon, and
not at night.
JOSEPHINE VAIL PERRY
NANCY SAGE PYLE
ELEANOR FUNK HARZ
MARGARET SYBIL WELTZEIN
But Self-Government is not all major
issues and democracy-inaction. It has
its purely comic aspects. Biggest and
best is the annual Freshman examination
on rules and regulations. Usually the
freshmen are timid. Vestigial apron-
strings restrain them, the shade of
boarding school hangs heavily above their
heads. At least two-thirds of them
recommend calling the Dean if you are
unable to return to college at the
Bryn Pawr League
HE Bryn Mawr League could be
called a charity organization or,
more properly, a social service
league, but it goes beyond that. The
value of its activities lies not only in the
contribution its members make but in the
educational value it affords to girls who
donate time and thought to carrying out
its projects. Blind School, the Community
Center and YWCA, Better Babies and
the Summer Camp all add interesting
experience in working with those less
privileged. The Hudson Shore Labor
School provides an opportunity for Bryn
Mawr students to study and play with
girls their own age whose backgrounds
and experiences have been very different.
VIRGINIA CHANDLER MARKHAM
Work with the refugees at the Quaker Workshop in Haverford brings
contact with many brilliant European exiles.
The League then is an integrating organization which sponsors a varied
type of activity. It answers the students’ demand for practise teaching, for
social service and for religious instruction.
Funds for maintaining chapel
services and choir, for maids’ classes, the Summer Camp and Hudson Shore
come from the Activities Drive which supports other campus o-ganizations
and contributes to Red Cross and War Relief funds as well.
Our first three years at college, chapel struggled along forlornly with
outstanding ministers, a large top-heavy choir and a meagre handful of a
congregation. Services became fewer and farther between in an effort to
make chapel inviting. The change came this winter, simultaneously with
the war. The purge of choir members brought choir into better proportion
to a swelling congregation—ministers no longer had to face sideways in
order to preach to the bulk of their listeners. With many of the same min-
isters as in former years, attendance
at chapel boomed; services were
held every Sunday night except dur-
ing exams (the Dean’s office wantd
students to realize that God can’t
help you pass if you don’t help
yourself). A dressing room in Good-
hart was converted into a minute
chapel where services are conducted
by students for fifteen minutes every
PRUDENCE HOLBROOK WELLMAN
Bryn Mawr’s camp for underprivileged children at Stone Harbour,
New Jersey, is the only one for very young children in this area. Lice and
the mumps were the two main menaces last year. The four-year-old victim
of mumps was amply consoled by having her picture taken three times.
These crises don’t disturb the girls who run the camp a bit. Three
groups of children—two from Philadelphia, one from the Main Line, each
spend two weeks in a big house by the seashore. Minnie of Pembroke and
Annie of Denbigh cater so successfully that one camper, home again, refused
to eat the Spanish rice his mother prepared
until she got the authentic recipe from Annie
~ The youngest children are taught to
dress themselves and to string seashell
necklaces; the older ones are taken to see
the Coast Guard Station’s breeches-buoy
drill. And conflicts are rare—the only
black eyes last year were the pair received
by one boy racing against another—ruaning
in different directions.
MARGARET RALSTON PERKINS
Haverford Community Center
Elective Study: the Younger Generation—all ages. The general
course covers many fields, but specifically, how to keep a dancing lesson
from becoming a jam session at the Community Center, how to handle
weeping infants at the Better Babies Clinic, how to keep a group of playful
youngsters from drowning each other in the swimming pool at the YMCA.
Tact, ingenuity, first aid desired of each student. After a few weeks of
experience, nothing is amazing.
NORMA SPIELMAN &
MAIDS AND PORTERS
The Maids and Porters always have a good
year, and always let the campus in on it.
Christmas could not come without the quartet
and the carollers; spring would be wan without
the spring play—or, as this year, their own
program for Miss Park.
But classes—particularly those in negro
history (taught this year by a negro graduate
student), typing, hygiene, music, and sewing —
are run during the whole year. From the last
of these has developed the Maids’ Bureau,
which has become a permanent asset to the
college, providing a seamstress service so
MAIDS AND PORTERS
successful that the maids now offer to up-
holster or slip-cover chairs as well as chassis.
The maids and porters were also included
in the Defense Courses, and registered for
first aid, home nursing, shorthand, and
office techniques. The dream of the Maids’
Council (joint student and employee member-
ship) is to have the credit for such courses
accepted by night schools and colleges.
And then there is the annual dance.
This year the dancing contest was revived,
and a vision in grey net was awarded the
prize—in spite of the extroardinary jitter-
bugging which gave competition and contrast.
If anyone tells you that the maids and
porters lead a dull life—It ain’t necessarily
SUSAN LAMBERT DARLING
HUDSON SHORE LABOR SCHOOL
The rolling banks of the Hudson inherited a summer school for women
industrial workers, once conducted at Bryn Mawr. M. Carey Thomas
began it all, riding on a camel through the Sahara sand dunes. In this arid
land, Bryn Mawr’s imaginative scholar-president decided to give workers
a taste of higher education. At the
Hudson Shore Labor School girls from
Ohio steel mills, Pennsylvania coal
towns, New England clothing shops
learn economics, history and prob-
lems of the American workers,
using pooled practical experience as
the source of material for teaching.
824 Buck Lane, Haverford. The rumble of conversation staccatoed
with laughter which overflowed the large living room might have set the
scene for any tea in a comfortable old house. Book-lined walls, a fire crackled
behind brasstopped andirons; thick-toned conversation continued, the
background and yet the melody.
Soon the dissonant notes which made up this harmony became clear. Most
of the people over tea and thin cakes spoke excited broken English. In-
adequate words came tumbling out and faltered, supplemented by frequent
gestures and interspersed Germanisms.
824 Buck Lane was established two years ago by the American Friends
Service Committee as a home for about thirty European refugees—Austrian
poet, German economist, violinist, Viennese Socialist, young Hungarian,
newspaper editor—gathered threads from a torn civilization. They are
weaving a new pattern, learning and contributing. Silent observers, they
listen to classes at Bryn Mawr and Haverford, learning our teaching methods.
Students from both colleges have conferences with each refugee to correct
his English pronunciation and enlarge his speaking vocabulary.
OLLEGE is divided into two classes: captains of teams and seniors
who flunked required athletics. In the old days it was different—
the division lay between those who played on the first American hockey
team and those who took sun-bathing for a spring sport. You can still
sun-bathe or walk down senior row—but not for credit. Modern
counterparts of sun-bathing athletes are writing a book called: Our ArHLErIc
EpucaTION or “How to get thin watching swimming meets.”
Bryn Mawr flaunted its six All-College Hockey players before other
quailing college teams with complete success.
The Bryn Mawr team is well known for its
consistency and cooperation in play, and these
qualities were especially evident in the intra-
ELEANOR CHRISTINE WAPLES
LOUISA HILL ALEXANDER
college games. We have the distinction of being
the first American college to have a field hockey
team and this season’s results were brilliant addi-
tions to its record. Against local teams, the Varsity
strengthened itself by meeting excellent opposition.
But the golden team’s halo was completely
dulled by competition with Princeton and Haver-
ford 150-pound football teams in offthe-record
games. The girls themselves were upset by the
football tendencies of their opponents and by the
sudden discovery in the second quarter that Prince-
ton had fourteen men on the
field. Tripping up the opposition,
driving like Sammy Snead, were
tactics Miss Yeager never taught.
Even the rabid underclass games
were more chivalrously conducted.
Snow covers the ground—wind-shoved sleet tears at
trees and buildings. Girls in white sharkskin shorts and
sneakers pile into the station wagon, clutching racquets.
July? January?—The Badminton team off to a match.
Annual demands for squash courts have so far been
unsuccessful in themselves, but have resulted instead in an
active badminton team. The Gym room swamped by an
enlarged and athletic-minded college is the inadequate shelter
for dancing, basketball and badminton.
But weekly games at the Merion
Cricket Club and at all the colleges in
the Philadelphia area have whipped
the Badminton team into nearly pro-
Soccer games are high spots of college
weekends. More organized on both
sides than the intersex hockey, the
loss through injury is often as high as
50 per cent. Feminists now free to be
educated are channeling their ener-
gies into athletics.
Basketball is one of our favorite sports. We can sit on the balcony,
dangling our feet over the heads of the distracted players. Our ever-feminine
minds cannot help delighting in the magnificent colour combinations when
a pink Rosemont forward falls on a yellow Bryn Mawrter, while a blue
reserve runs to the rescue.
But the players are the ones that actually get exercise. The Varsity
has had an erratic season—sometimes sparkling, at others mediocre. The
reserves out-stripped all possible expectations, piling up incredibly high
scores in their victories. Besides having accurate shooters, the Owls have
been deservedly praised for their fast defense.
Keep ‘em flying!
EFFIE CLARICE WOOLSEY
“Bodies high” chimes through the unsilenced
crystals of Wyndham’s chandelier. Modern dancers
extend themselves in the general direction of the
ceiling. Concentration is rewarded by a hazy
impression that it is now possible to float on air.
This is a fallacy. It takes almost three winters to
realize the meaning of “turn,” “extension,” “release”
or leap, or even “moving in space.”
Outstanding event of the year, a “Symposium”
with the University of Pennsylvania and Cheyney
college dance clubs. Miss Ruth Schindler, from
New York, plans to instill “pride of motion” and
“excitement” into an even larger group of slug.
gish Bryn Mawrters next year.
Last year’s Dance Club presentation
became a tradition this spring when a
fairy tale in dancing was again given on
the gym steps. Mr. Schumann, composer
of the score of Cinderella, planned it as a
sort of opera bouffe in dancing. Some of
the performers came from the Body Me-
chanics and dancing classes, but Miss Petts
and the Dance Club were the guiding
force and main spring. Planned within
the scope of their potentialities, it served
to stimulate their work as well as present
in a pleasing manner what has been ac- EE oe aieay eee
complished during the year. The tradi-
tion of the spring production marks the
vital reawakening of the Dance Club,
originally organized eight years ago. Since
dancing is essentially a part of A. A., it
was recognized that outstanding dancers,
selected by the Club’s committee, should
be awarded varsity owls.
Skating as a winter sport or a downright diversion
has srown in the last two years. Last year the
skaters’ exercise included a long tramp through
Ardmore’s Harlem, while the hikers sang the Blue
Danube to keep their spirits up. Once inside the
arena, conversation slid into technicalities: “I kind
of hump in the middle of my camel spin.” Then
came the exhausting practise of theory, with a
waltz to end the evening.
Another lonely trek sepa-
rated the skaters from cam-
pus; but now they are
driven in style in the sta-
Enthusiasm among the
skating group varies.
There are a few dazzled by
the novelty of it all, a few
that gloomily storm down
for requirement purposes
only; but the freshmen
(always devoted) persevere to the point of skating be-
fore breakfast. From our warm beds, we salute them.
Bryn Mawr has to travel for its winter
sports. The trip to Ardmore for skating
can be made in half an hour, but we can
guarantee skiing no closer than the Poconos.
It’s a cloudy day in January and the thick
flakes swirl down. At least eight inches, we
think, as it continues all night. Then
frantic rummaging next morning in closets
and basements for sleds, skiis, and poles.
But the sun has appeared—the warmest,
brightest of suns. We see the whiteness
trickle off in rivulets and mush on the streets.
But in the Poconos the snow still lies.
Yet, ironically, this year the invaluable
station wagon, which was to have trans
ported skiing groups to the mountains for
weekends, fell a victim to tire and gas
MARY ELIZABETH BROWN
Something new has been added to the chlorine-
cloyed tiles in the Gym basement—streamlined
swimming. In true World’s Fair style, divers and
floaters reproduced this year their second Aquacade.
What New York never saw in its production was
Bryn Mawr’s version of the “three little fishies —and
their mothah” theme. We never knew before
what they saw on the other side of the dam until
our swimmers made it clear by costumes and panto-
mime that one saw a circus, one a real Viennese
waltz, and one, lucky fish, saw Bryn Mawr in 1880.
Bryn Mawr’s Riding Club finally gave its horse show. After two
false alarms, the riders exhibited the fruits of their labors carried on through
bitter wind and enervating heat. True carnival spirit prevailed, with
booths selling “Popco-orn, Peanuts! Only a nickel, folks!” This was the
first public performance of the new club which practices at Mrs. Fitzgerald’s
Radnor Ride. About thirty girls, whose skill ranges from falling off Rip-
Rap (impossible!) to advanced equitation and jumping, took part in the
Winter weather, with its bucking horses and frozen toes, weeded out
the unhardy equestrians, but those who continued received a thorough
training, working ultimately toward instructorship. In April, the Club
brought Captain Littauer, ex-captain of the St. Petersburg guard and presi-
dent of Boots and Saddles, to speak at the college and to give special instruc-
tion to advanced riders.
A. A. Transportation
The rustic tendency and iron constitution of today’s Bryn Mawr has
appeared in the organization of an Outing Club. To those whose idea of
bliss is wading in a stream, sleeping in a haystack, and flipping flapjacks by
the cold light of dawn, the Outing Club is heaven-sent.
Expedition the first recruited ten eager apostles of nature including
Miss Yeager and Miss Raymond. Equipped with blue jeans, a knapsack,
and bare feet, outers took possession of a piece of property containing one
waterfall and several dozen tent caterpillars. The travelers barely saved
their lunch from a watery grave and emerged from the woods, wet but
Interrupted in their sleep at the Youth Hostel by the girlish giggles
of the chaperones and the howling of a dog, the Club still claims it found
its haystack more hospitable than Pembroke beds.
When President Roosevelt put the green light on baseball as an approved
war sport, we were all set to stage weekly Faculty-Student games. But
we were sharply reminded that professors have little time to gambol on the
green diamond. However we have pledged ourselves to give the bespectacled
ones a severe Yankee trouncing.
Our spring training has begun in earnest; the warm sun, the grassy
field, that old glove in our hands brings out the Ted Williams in us. Last
year so many members of the Varsity batted over .500 that we expect to
maintain a club average of at least .499 this season. One batter’s slump
brought forth a wail, “I guess they'll farm me out to Rosemont.”
Bryn Mawr is a great baseball
town and you can put your money
on the Owls to finish in first
division, actually to win the imag-
Tennis is a spring sport and there-
fore subject to the effects of Spring
Fever. One Freshmen was _ heard
saying: It is fivethirty.
Answer: It can’t be.
But it is.
But it is.
But I had a class at five.
I mean the score, you dope.
With the first appearance of our pro-
lifc jonquils, girls don their pro-
fessional looking all-white clothes
and descend to the courts. But as
soon as golf begins to usurp their
attentions, we know Spring Fever is
over and Summer is here.
NANCY PAINE NORTON ie
Haverford may be Haverford, but men are men when
it comes to being a heavy dragoon. Last year’s successful
experiment with the Haverford Glee Club in The Pirates
of Penzance proved that tenors and basses can sing tenor
and bass much better than the gruffest of second altos,
so this year the two Glee Clubs combined to give
Of course, the new Bryn Mawr-—Haverford soli-
darity movement had its awkward moments. Confusion
invariably descended upon every lovesick maiden when-
ever she had to embrace her dragcon fondly,
in spite of Mr. Alwynne’s arguments that
it is possible to look at such situations
The choruses were directed by Mr.
Lafford, who cuts a dashing figure on his
motorcycle, and Mr. Willoughby, who looks
even more dashing in the sidecar. Portia
Miller, °43, President of the Glee Club, and
Mr. Alwynne had charge of the stage work.
There was much speculation on where Mr.
Alwynne learned the authentic can-can he
tried to teach the girls’ chorus, but every-
one agreed that he would have stopped the
show if he could only have done it in person
the night of the performance.
LOUISE DENIS ALLEN
This year will stand out forever in the annals of choir history as the
year of the great purge. In spite of Margot’s pink and blue seating charts,
the choir straggled untidily on and off the platform. The frivolous were
weeded out unmercifully, but the diminished choir is now better adapted
to Sunday evening services.
Purged singers were included in a new College Chorus, which sang
with Haverford in the Christmas service. In March, the Choir gave Men-
delsohn’s Elijah, with Haverford, accompanied by both colleges’ orchestras.
Inspiration was added by the story of Mr. Willoughby’s father, who sang
in the first performance of Elijah and fell on the organ pedals.
We were first aware of the string ensemble Freshman year when the
arpeggios of Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring arose tremulously from the window
below morning and evening. Since then its importance has grown in direct
ratio to its repertoire. Augmented by the Haverford orchestra, the string
ensemble accompanied the Christmas Service this year and the performance
of Elijah. It also gives a concert of its own every spring. An added im-
portance of the ensemble is that it draws members from both graduates and
undergraduates—one of the few colleges activities which bridge the gap.
HENRIETTA RUSSUM BUTLER
JACQUELIN MERRYMAN WILSON
“Ts 20-19 all right
Take a generous helping of blue-jeans, typewriters, clamoring tele-
phones, gossip, poker, late hours; the resulting stew is, as everyone knows, a
newspaper. The noticeably higher calibre of the College News this winter
is due unquestionably to two facts; another telephone was installed and the
board began to squander allowances on poker games. This raised standard
has sometimes been attributed to the influence of a new bulletin board,
crowded with model heads and rules for the four “W’s;” but that is a
Going through the Mill
The News has four functions in college:
1. To write up lectures nobody went to or wants to read about;
2. To collect amusing stories about such annual catastrophes as orals,
Freshman Show, dances and Parade Night;
3. To print editorials which will arouse someone to write a letter which
will fill up space next week;
4. To learn the identity oft he European Fellow
days before the announcement and then go around
This year the News developed a policy of ex-
tending its subject matter beyond the campus limits.
An America First rally in Madison Square Garden,
Indiantown Gap army camp, a tank ride, tire and
autocar factories were all feature subjects. Perhaps
most spectacular of all was the crashing of the
Barnes art collection, sccoping the Saturday Evening
Post. The development of the Second Column and
Penn Points (critical column on state politics and
policies) were other results. Investigations of the
college budget, promotion of the Alliance, of a
Press Club, summer jobs, and the reorganization
of the Activities Drive are contructive achievements
of the 1941-42 News.
ELIZABETH ANNE GREGG
The February issue of the Lantern, attempting to define “the place
of poetry in the war,” came editorially to the conclusion that “it seems
wise to dismiss or at least to postpone any discussion on writing in rela-
tion to the war. The writer we think should act upon his impulse.” The
bulk of the issue was consumed by rather ephemeral satires by equally
ephemeral authors. The Spring issue declared that more important than
preserving culture is “the preservation of the power to produce beauty”;
adding, more specifically, “seeing the ridiculous presupposes a realization
of the dignified. And it is this realization that produces works of art, or,
in other words, keeps culture alive, not of the past but of the present and
the future.” Contributions to the Lantern have thus far failed to exhibit
much awareness of either the dignity or ridiculousness of man.
Taking it on the Chins
Dionysus came down from the wild mountains
of Thrace into Bryn Mawr College and said,
“Tam with you,” and there was light—and
grease paint and curtains and fervor. So the
Bacchantes got together, and this fall, imbued
with Dionysian intoxication, presented Stage
Door, bringing the gamut of Broadway into the
cloisters of education.
JANET CAMERON BROWN DOWLING ANN TAYLOR UPDEGRAFF
But the Players Club and the Stage Guild
are nonew organizations, acting merely on inspir-
ation and light. They havea past and a future
of hard and agreeable labor. Theirs is, to a
certain extent, a field of experimentation and
endeavor, of trying and hoping, of success and
failure. The Stage Guild, a sub-division of the
Players Club, is made up of the paint, hammer,
and gelatin experts and is responsible for all the
Brae andl Dholss back stage work of the plays. The major fall
production, Stage Door (men courtesy of Haver-
ford), came gracefully of its hinges and was a
banging success with the Goodhart audience.
In the spring, Haverford played turn about for
all Bryn Mawr’s work on Stage Door, and man-
aged rehearsals and did most of the work on the
spring production, Noel Coward’s Hay Fever.
This year the Club fostered one entirely new
experiment: a series of one-act plays presented
by the freshmen with an upperclassman director.
This is a new lease on life for the freshmen, who
have hitherto not been allowed to take part in
any outside activity until their Freshman Show.
DORCAS M. DUNKLEE
EDITH MAY VORHAUS
Yelling for the mail at breakfast, fighting over the hammock after dinner,
trying to study with the thump, thump of the modern dancers beneath,
hanging out of the windows to listen to the one o’clock conversation on the
front porch below. It sounds like it—un poulailler with a few French
spring chickens. And to hear them chatter is amazing. Just imagine collect-
ing brains sufficiently at eight in the morning to discuss a two-minute egg and
a piece of raisin toast in French! “Epatant!
Mais mon Dieu—impossible!”
KATHERINE LOUISE CLASSEN PATRICIA DELANEY
The French Club makes its headquarters
at the French House. They hold there the
soirees, plays, dances, and meetings which
collect more students than any other club on
the campus. Besides the fun of the French
nativity play, the food and conversation at the
soirees, the Club raises enough money by their
benefits to send contributions abroad for French
EDNA ELLEN SCULLEY
TONI JOAN STERN
; SPANISH CLUB
When a Spanish student learns she can become a
cultural attaché by “drinking—and drinking the potion of
culture,” she is amazed; when she hears that the Latins
are “selling love in Washington,” she wants to go to
Washington; when she meets a Latin at a dance, she
wants to go to South America—for good. Is it surprising
that the Spanish Club has had a three hundred per cent
increase in membership? For so young an organization, it
has learned an unbelievable amount about South America—
maybe because a Latin is easy to get to know. When a
handsome Columbian comes rumbaing up and asks in
broken English if he ““is becoming to you,” what can you
“Waltz me around again, Wilhelm, and I'll
invite you to the German House for dinner
some night, where you will sit in your Leder-
hosen and eat Sauerbraten and Kartoffel-klose
to your heart’s content, and sing me Liebeslieder
all night—until tenthirty. If you are a very
good Junge, I might even ask you to see our
Weihnachts-spiel. Wie est das Leben schon!”
ETHEL ALMA POPE
Ignorance is bliss. . .
The climax of the public function of the philosophy club was Dr.
Weiss on pacifism. The discussion lasted for three and a half hours, and
the coffee and cookies prepared for thirty proved to be only a polite gesture
when more than one hundred people crowded the Common Room. Since
then the philosophy club has refrained from offering more than spiritual
food in discussions.
This evening strengthened our belief that it is possible to have a living
philosophy club in which the whole campus has a share.
Since the Tennent Memorial lectures pre-
sented distinguished scientific speakers this
year, the Club held informal preparatory
discussions on the same topics.
Scientists also merged with Philosophers
at a joint meeting in which their contributions
to the formulation of the ideals of democracy
were discussed. Asa special feature the Club
presented a group of colored movies on marine
life, prepared by Rutger’s Department of Buio-
photography. For people who study preserved
specimens, it was a treat to see those horrible
pickled things prancing around in their natural
The climax of the year for the Science Club
is always the spring Picnic. Both faculty and
students in the science departments go out into
the country for a baseball game and supper—
not to mention wading in the brook.
The Art Club meets every Thursday after-
noon in the Theatre Workshop to materialize
some of their inspirations by sculpture, paint-
ing and drawing, usually from a living model.
The Club also sponsors lectures and exhibits
of paintings, etchings and photographs. To-
ward the end of the year, they turned to in-
terior decorating and covered the second floor
of Goodhart with pink and blue paint. Project
for next year is a poster bureau which will fill
orders for a small fee.
ELIZABETH DAUTHENDEY FRAZIER
Enthusiastic outsiders tell us we have the best archaeological depart-
ment in the country. This is well known to all who have come in contact
with the Departmental Tempo of lecturing outside, editing the American
Journal of Archaeology, and writing books, as well as fulfilling the college
demands on professors. Important events of the year were the opening
of Bryn Mawr’s already rapidly expanding museum, and the lecture series
on Early Greek Sculpture by Gisela M. A. Richter, curator of the Metro-
Archaeology deals with the dust of history, but it is far from dusty
itself. Dr. Carpenter raises Dobermanns on his farm, and when he is away
from college it is always a question whether he is on a lecture tour or at a
cog show. And in the days when Greece was still a peaceful glory, Miss
Swindler strode over the ruins of Troy in riding breeches and a sun-helmet.
But though war rages, there is still America, the undiscovered country,
Tea at Miss Swindler’s
Bekind the Scenes
MARGARET SANDERSON GILMAN
ELIZABETH CHARLOTTE SUSKIND
How long, O Lord, how long!
We biolagists combine a life of fun, hard work,
and pathos. Dr. Doyle himself autopsied the
guinea pig whose death left one animal-lover in
tears. We created a sensation spring vacation
by carrying home dozens of fly bottles in baskets.
We have counted 700 Drosphila at one sitting,
far into the night muttering “°25 little weenie hes.
27 little weenie shes.”
In addition to his famous Texan hospitality,
Dr. Berry must also be admired for occasional
but gallant attempts at bicycling from Haver-
ford to Dalton. The steed is a 1918 army model.
Says Dr. Berry, “It’s the only one big enough to
fit mah legs, and ah still haven’t found a way of
coasting up those hills.” Miss Gardiner’s ac-
tivities would compare favorably with those of
the First Lady; as faculty chairman of defense,
she leads a full life. “Corky” is an integral part
of Dalton, attending Miss Oppenheimer’s lec-
tures and uttering approving snorts at proper
We of the biology department feel definitely
superior to our nomscientific classmates who
have no such second “home.”
ALICE MYRA DICKINSON
CATHERINE CAPEL SMITH
We ING We
To the layman life in the chemistry de-
partment may look like a gay round of lab
teas (which are all right as long as you don’t
= drop the beaker on your feet); the initiate
however sees it rather as a conglomeration
of floods, fires, explosions, First Aid, and
German periodicals. Mostly German period-
HELEN LEIBER WASSERMAN
EVELYN ASH HODES
Chemistry, we are convinced, is the one subject that offers everything.
Especially practise in dish washing. And the faculty is a mine of valuable
information—about the grisly effects of lead poisoning (you lose your hair
and teeth), or a substance known as cadaverine (extracted from you-guess-
what), or what makes Philip Morris different from all other cigarettes.
We may lead an isolated life down there—in contact with nothing
but geologists, subfreshmen, and Latin majors who write their honors papers
in our library—but we
have each other, and we’re j
LILLI SCHWENK JUDITH BREGMAN
No one will let the Economics Department think of peace. The Civil
Service Commission won’t, the Bureau of Recommendations won't, and the
Federal Reserve Bulletin dropped the idea. With one foot in Washington—
one professor, that is, along with the conscious spirits of six seniors, the
department has mobilized all resources to the ultimate end of winning the
war. The job is to be done with computing machines and a clear notion of
what is meant by monopolistic competition.
Due to the pressure of the nation’s war effort,
most of the activity is on Economics row in the
Library and no time and a half, either. Aspiring
Junior Professional Assistants are still chewing
TNEC reports, and treating, with a cold eye,
the exchange control which manipulates German
marks, and the business of non-ferrous metals.
They are still mentally roller-coasting up and
down the curves of prosperity and depression;
they are still playing seesaw with the forces of
supply and demand. The marginal utility of one
MARY MARGARET MAGRATH
more bathtub in a Washington apartment has assumed, to some seniors, an
importance worthy of a Comprehensive question.
One major, absorbed in the vats that Swift and Co. use to make soap,
will talk glueily, any time, about the by-products of sausages. Her paper,
sprung from the subject matter of Industrial Organization, is known to its
author (who has an Anti-Trust attitude) as Meat, the Feeding and Bleeding
Other things the department bats around are Keynes, and Dr. Heil-
perin’s concept of the role of gold in International Economics. Also, Money.
Lending a tuneful note to anyone’s schedule are Mrs. Geiringer’s
statistical formulae, which run like wallpaper over three blackboards in
ReompAy Laylor A.A, Av — A,
Meanwhile, there is coffee at the Inn, Dougy and Jane and How They
Grew, and Miss Northrop’s acute acquisition of a second-hand car as one
example of perfect forecasting.
But sharp disequilibrium is setting in.
As Washington beckons the department’s
staff, earnest students file past the accumu-
lated mail banked outside of Dr. Anderson’s
office, contemplate the thinning ranks, and
wonder—The Economics Department: Full
Recovery or Stagnation?
JANE KATHLEEN DAVIS
ANNE MAY SCHAPIRO
Us who have followed thee through warm and cool
To sing thy praises ina final eulogy.’
They told us never to end a paper with a quota-
tion; but we soon learned that we might well
start with one. They told us that 1t must have a
beginning, a middle and an end; but were more
than generous when those handed in had not
progressed that far. They enlarged our views
of life greatly; for the advance from Pem East
basement, through the Reserves and Reading
Rooms and finally to the second floor hall (the
1. Don Juan, Canto xviii continued; Bryn Mawr 1939 Branches of Learning
ANN MURRAY ELLICOTT
VITA HELEN BROADWIN
MARGARET EDNA HUGHES
eternal pilgrimage theme) has brought us to
Parnassus at last.
We learned other tricks too; that papers due
at midnight would not be collected until 8:30
next morning; that Middle English is synony-
mous with Chaucer and not much else, until
Comprehensives; and that the spondee almost
In Freshman Year we walked between the
violet and the violet, but they soon showed us
how to leave Eliot to stew in his own sour juice.
Buried in the stacks between the 24th and
25th cantos of Lazamian and Cegouis’ opus,
The Anatomie of MelanKoller, we found a fly
leaf (or tent flap) with the following words:
Act III, Sc. 3,1. 1392:—Do’ you’ see yonder*
2 Sayers, D. L., Busman’s Honeymoon, library copy (stack privileges
suspended for two weeks), p. 326.
* you—brings up the whole compendious problem of Elizabethian
intimacy, as can easily be seen by the following typical instances:
“Tl see thee hanged on Sunday.”
“Anoint thee, witch, the rump-fed runion cried.”
* yonder—implies arm motion, perhaps the sweep or as Irving con-
ceived it the double sweep. Very significant word for it shows how
Shakespeare can do more than one thing at a time—here in this word there
are directions for the actor, descriptions of scenery for the audience and
an analysis of the character of Hamlet the man and the mood of Hamlet
GERALDINE HAINES REHRIG
cloud® that’s°’ almost shaped like a camel?*
We have been in the Workshop, in the World,
in the Depths, and the Heights are beckoning.
Father Time in semblance of a mower
Wields his two-handed engine at the door.’
*cloud—scholars have never ascertained whether cumulus or cyrrus
(Dr. Johnson), though most modern critics believed it must have been
I wandered lonely as a
WINS 5 “oe
Must have a silver lining, every . . .
Hamlet points to a cloud which Polonius cannot see because it is night
in Elsinore, but which the audience can see because it is daylight in
London, so the audience looks at the cloud and sees it and knows it
cannot see it because the torches are lit and everyone knows that when
the torches are lit, it’s night. Modern critics date Hamlet by this line
because this is clearly a reference to the great eclipse of 1602. At this
point Granvillehyphenbarker and White Cliffs Wilson wail, “I didn’t
know what time it was.”
® That—the meaning of this is obvious.
"*s—this is the very ecstacy of madness.
* Camel—fully explained in article on Hudson Shore Labor School,
Bryn Mawr 1942 Yearbook.
* Op. Cit., Don Juan.
MABEL CAMPBELL RICHARDSON
Tourjours gai—Mehitabel would have
understood the French department. M.
Guiton loves to dance—preferably fast, and
rhumbas are his meat. Madamoiselle Brée
has evolved an even better escape from
reality, for when she retires she is going to
hire a boat and sail up and down the In-
ternational Date Line, and never grow old.
This means that she will be living the day
before yesterday, we think—precarious, but
she likes it.
Miss Gilman plans to gain her security piece
by piece. With fine Gallic thrift she has con-
verted all her students to smoking one brand of
cigarettes, the kind that dispenses coupons.
These used to pay off in bicycle tires and bridge
lamps, but now only defense stamps are awarded
to the customer. Madame Doni, however, is
really war-conscious. She is planning to raise tea
in Wyndham garden.
MARY BROMLEY SPARHAWK
O, God, I loved it so!”
“Do you get the gist
Of the Wissahickon Schist?”
“The Field Trip was a wild
The activities of the Geology depart-
ment can be outlined. In fact it is
essential if a clear grasp of the subject
is to be obtained.
Geology, 1) Mapping the campus, an
experience fraught with danger from dogs
and hockey balls. Surveyors flat on their
stomachs provoke crude comments. The
book shop was the most quickly plotted
spot on the map, and became the center
point for all further operations.
MARGARET JANE COPELAND
ELIZABETH REILY GROSS
SARA JANE MANN
MURIEL CECIL HUMBART
2) Tea in the basement, a cherished institution. Hazards are HCl or HAc
from the beaker it’s brewed in, or rocks that sometimes become entangled
among the food.
Non-Geology, 1) Air-Raid Warden Dr. Watson
inspects at drills, "noughsaid.
2) Detectives, who effected a
thrilling capture of a light-fingered
rock thief. The specimens have
been recovered, the fear remains
that Dr. Watson will forsake the
Earth for the career of Dick Tracy
or Bulldog Drummond.
BARBARA ANN BECHTOLD
Perhaps it was the Diez’s hospitality, or
the thought of a list of possible questions
for comprehensives, that lured us from the
French department. The only time we
regretted our choice was when we drew
stage plans for Faust’s ascent to Heaven and
put the various saints and angels on the
Dr. Diez’s “Come now, ladies” has elicited
many an irrelevant answer, but we have
never been able to disturb his good humor.
We saw the classic example when a harassed
freshman rushed into the middle of a lecture,
seized some papers she had forgotten, all
this without a word. Dr. Diez said, in the
politest of voices, “Excuse me, young lady,”
but she had already disappeared.
DOLETHA SOORN WATT
A Greek major, we hear, gets attention. This
is due not only to the excellent caliber of her
professors but, particularly, to her own solitude.
And there is a certain trust which her devotion
inspires, for this lone senior has yet to write a
paper for either one of her supervisors.
But the department has a high sense of realities.
Mr. Cameron, when the song of the siren was
heard in the land, sprang like Hermes, flashlight
in hand, to the campus’ defense. And, like
Morpheus, Poppy follows him wherever he goes.
Mr. Lattimore’s realism takes an even more
practical form, for, come Hades and Achilles,
coffee is an essential of the interdepartmental
program and must be ceremoniously drunk,
every morning between ten-thirty and eleven.
MARGARET EWEN MacVEAGH
HISTORY OF ART
Let’s pass through the cloisters, climb the stark staircase
and penetrate the shrine of Saints. Or are these Vestal
Virgins in their seminary, these angels watched over by
their patron saint from Princeton! Each one is industrious,
each quietly contemplating her particular attribute. The
only indication of disturbance is a certain Oriental pallor
suffusing the brow of the Patron who attacks a calligraphic
HELENE ELEANOR ARD
HISTORY OF ART
“Here's to Princeton's aesthete band,
Making culture's final stand.”
“A garden is a lovesome thing,
mystery with table-shaking frenzy. Beside him as inspiration for his noble
task sits an exotic Buddhist divinity drawing her lips to a fine line and soften
ing the atmosphere with incomparable incense.
Standing nearby, scrutinizing the assembled archives is Saint Jenkins —
hers is the Golden Halo of artistic Achievement. Her stance is natural and
HISTORY OF ART
she carelessly upholds in one hand a Cathedral
spire, in the other a classroom pointer. Quietly in
a corner, Dr. Bernheimer, his tie loosened and his
eyes abstracted, meditates mystically. It is hot and
silent and the vestal virgins are oblivious, a picture
of perfect medieval, spiritual serenity.
But someone has followed us up the stairs; they are chanting lowly
and shuffling their feet outside the door. Then to the clanking of chains,
the Rhoads Gang enters the room, tall, stooped, enigmatic, they transform
the atmosphere from one of serenity to one of maniacal depression. Alas,
they mourn their godfather who has joined the Marines.
MARY THEODORA SIZER
SUZANNE SPRAGUE LIPPINCOTT
ODE TO THE HISTORY DEPARTMENT
To chemists, physicists, geologists,
Biologists and anthropologists,
To major in the field of the humanities
Is one of life’s enormousest inanities;
And why a girl should study history
Appears to them life’s biggest mystery.
MARGARET SPENCER BARROLL
MADELEINE MULQUEEN DALY
JANET ELIZABETH GROFF
MARJORIE ANNE FLOOD
This poem will explain to them, I’m sure
The history department’s great allure.
In lengthy chapters full of immoralities,
You meet the most amazing personalities.
You haven’t lived if you have never reckoned,
With Gregory or John the twenty-second.
Students loving gossip catty can
Peruse the scandals of the Vatican.
And other fields must be a deadly bore
Without embellishments like Pompadour,
For Versailles, lacking though it was in sewers,
Was chock full of enchanting paramours.
MARGARET GILLMER KROEHLE
Was chock full of enchanting paramours.
No treaty can remain entirely messy,
Rejoicing in the name Umskiar Skelessi.
All these are dead and gone, but still we see
A fascinating group of faculty.
Miss Robbins, we would bet our bottom dollar,
Knows as much as any ancient scholar.
The goddesses who rage in Gotterdammerung
Are nothing when compared with Mrs. Cameron.
JANET GRINNELL MEYER
VIRGINIA LEIGH WILLIAMS
MARY MINOT REED
And Palmerston or Castlereagh or Canning
Would recognize their peer in Mrs. Manning.
No kings were prouder of their sons and heirs
Than Dr. and Mrs. David are of theirs.
And better far than any ten-cent thriller
Is hearing wealth denounced by Dr. Miller.
You can see from this ode oratorical
The fascinations of the life historical.
So to continue would be only folly.
Hail History! And Ave Atque Vale.
The Latin department has the reputation of being congenial—a black
reputation. There is a thickening atmosphere of disapproval among fellow-
students of the social sciences, that anything as unhelpful now as a Latin
department should associate only with themselves. But this only strengthens
the bond between us and other useless branches of learning, such as Greek
and French. We love to insinuate to the Politics major that all their good
ideas come from Cicero. We argue with the English department that the
appreciation we acquire for our native language is based on something more
than blessed relief. But this is probably just a war measure.
RUTH ERIKA FIESEL HESTER ANN CORNER
Why do people major in Math?
There are a few who like it and understand it, but the rest major at
the risk of their degrees and despite an inability to add 2 and 2. They major
in Math because of the faculty.
Mrs. Wheeler is one of the foremost ping-pong players in the country.
Then there’s Miss Lehr, who is most to blame for the misfits. Freshman
Year she gave Math an irresistible glamour. Before we knew it, we were
JEAN M. WILKINSON WRIGHT JULIA MARTIN SHENTON
The guardian angel of would-be
statisticians, Mrs. Geiringer, gets the
credit for making a statement, that
smacked uncannily of Bryn Mawr’s
flavor. “Where is a ruler in this theo-
retical institution?” she asked.
BETTY ROSE KRAMER CHRISTINE SYKES WILLIAMS
1. What is the onus of 0?
2. What is the genus of g?
3. What a hole the whole
world is. Why?
They are all very different, and if the name philosophy did not unite
them nothing would. They range from Mr. Veltman, who believes in the
inphilosophicality of Bryn Mawr students, to Mr. Weiss who thinks every-
one is a potential philosopher. From Mrs. de Laguna who believes in
clothing the most difficult system in the simplest terms, to Mr. Nahm who
believes that one should not break it easily to the students. And when you
are a major, you will see how valuable it is to look at all things from four
BARBARA MARIE LUCAS
ELLEN NEWTON STONE
Washington is fast becoming the Dalton of D. C. Dr. Michels has
departed, beard and baggage, so Dr. Patterson is doing the work of two
men. The department has undergone a complete reorganization. Mrs.
Paul is helping Miss Cox with the first year lab and struggling to teach
freshmen the mysteries of “sig figs.” The second year physics class gets
tangled in red tape and spends many happy hours under the table looking
Meteorology has taken the department by storm. Rumor has it that
the physicists spent one whole afternoon watching the approach of a “cold
front,” and Mrs. Paul’s Junior Meteorologists wiled away an afternoon
with their heads in the clouds. Individuality is the order of the day, es-
oe pecially in weather predictions.
ELIZABETH ANNE CAMPBELL
The politics department is made up of people who once were charmed
by Dr. Fenwick’s smile, or found their intellectual thirst satisfied by the
cokes Dr. Wells served at exams.
But that was in a dim, young past. The majority of the majors have
since discovered that they majored in politics because they have what is
almost a Mission. They have a sincere academic belief in the World That
Is To Come. The politics department is full of admirable internationalists.
The fruit of it all: the careful explanation to the outside world that we
do not call it Political Science. We are not sententious.
CONSTANCE ATHERTON MURPHY HELEN ELIZABETH PEIRCE
“There is no past experience,” a certain psychology professor was
once heard to declare. Nevertheless, psychology’s devotees at the moment
face a situation which menaces, though momentarily, their present, for both
Mr. Helson and Mr. Bornemeier have been called to special government
service, and the students they leave behind them must content themselves
with contemplation of the department’s past glories or future triumphs.
All who have worked in psychology here are pleased and proud that Miss
MacBride has risen from their ranks, and excited at the prospect of her
course in child psychology next year.
ANNE DEAN ALICE VIRGINIA DERSHIMER
First year psychology students, who deal with “memory and imagina-
tion, thinking, perceiving, and willing, emotive behavior . . . and the
elementary theory of measuring the human variabilities” (authority, College
Calendar), sometimes feel that they are too ambitious: or are so upset by
the laboratory (Know thyself) that it is impossible to adjust the measuring
instruments. Its major students, however, show great improvements.
Their wind is strong, their step is firm, and we are willing to guarantee
that they will make excellent presidents of any college.
MARY HELEN HARDIN NORMA LOUISE LANDWEHR
We claim the most versatile professor on campus: athletic (water
polo, tennis and badminton), artistic, musical (violin), intellectual, and
domestic. Sociologists learn first-hand about Chicago, South Carolina and
babies from Dr. Faris. Dr. Kraus brings students face to face with LIFE on
Social Welfare field trips to Sleigton Farms, children’s hospitals, homes for
the aged, and juvenile courts.
Dr. Fairchild is faced with the problem of breaking down prejudices
formed in our cradles. To her goes the credit for our ability to hear the
word “agitator” without cringing. The intrusion of statistics into sociology
is a dubious delight, but at least we now can pronounce it without stuttering.
Sr. Enrigue Lassalle
A terrific increase in the number of people taking Spanish has bewildered
the department’s three faculty members. If the demand continues to rise
there will soon be as many sections of baby Spanish as there are of Freshman
English. Linguaphone records are supposed to teach the aspiring student
the Spanish r, but the French overtones are hard to eliminate, and the practicer
finds herself protruding the tongue disrespectfully in Miss Nepper’s face.
Definition of the year: The Caves of Salamanca Dr. Gillett called
“subterranean schools for neck-romancing.”
MARGARET ELIZABETH EDDY MARY LOUISE SAUERBRUN
Last summer on a tour of the West, a Bryn
Mawr professor found a letter under his wind-
shield-wiper. His colleagues register amazement.
BarBARA B. CooLey
Ann M. E.ticorr IsaBEL Martin Jane H. SmitrH
E.isABETH D. Frazier Heren A. Wave
ELEANOR F. Harz Litut SCHWENK Jutta M. SHENTON
ANNE B. DENNY
EvizABETH MarigE JONES
Marcaret Louise Lewis
BARBARA BURROUGHS COOLEY
ELIZABETH MARIE JONES
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CLASS OF 1942
Carmen Mercedes Angleton
Roberta 8. J. Baker
Mary Jane Cook
Frances Folsom Dell
Innes Kane Drury
Frieda Kenyon Franklin
Sara Maxine Glick
Louisa Fleetwood Horton
Harriet Marcy Hunt
Virginia June Lewis
Helen Barbara Lyttle
Marjorie Louise Minster
Lois Pardee Nelson
Elizabeth Helen Odegard
Mary Tolfree Paige
Grace Treadwell Poor
Katherine Dorothy Salkey
Nancy Jane Schetky
Sarah Theodora Skoss
Eleanor Frances Smith
Judith McCutcheon Sprenger
Phoebe Perry Taylor
Elinor Campbell Underwood
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Alexander, Louisa Hill
3417 Race St., Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Allen, Louise Denis
610 Somerset Rd., Baltimore, Maryland
Ard, Helene Eleanor
139 Carlisle St., Hanover, Pennsylvania
Barroll, Margaret Spencer
Mount Washington, R. F. D., Maryland
Bechtold, Barbara Ann
362 Twin Drive, Spartanburg, South Carolina
425 Riverside Drive, New York City
Broadwin, Vita Helen
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Brown, Mary Elizabeth
10 E. Newfield Way, Bala‘Cynwyd, Pennsylvania
Butler, Henrietta Russum
218 E. Market St., Bethlehem, Pennsylvania
2302 Grant Ave., Wilmington, Delaware
Campbell, Elizabeth Anne
94 Plymouth Ave., Milton, Massachusetts
Catron, Marjorie Fletcher
Fort Sheridan, Illinois
Chester, Marion Merrill
1115 E. Knapp St., Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Classen, Catherine Louise
850 Lake Shore Drive, Chicago, Illinois
Cléja, Claude-Olga Marcovici
929 Park Ave., New York City
Coleman, Catherine Head
Maple Bluff, Madison, Wisconsin
Cooley, Barbara Burroughs
195 West Lawrence St., Albany, New York
Copeland, Margaret Jane
Corner, Hester Ann
4 Merryman Court, Baltimore, Maryland
Crowder, Alice Meigs
800 Lincoln Ave., Winnetka. Illinois
Daly, Madeleine Mulqueen
Darling, Susan Lambert
238 S. Main St., Andover, Massachusetts
Davis, Jane Kathleen
65 Crest Drive, South Orange, New Jersey
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Dershimer, Alice Virginia
22 Gifford Ave., Jersey City, New Jersey
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Dickinson, Alice Myra
St. Stephen’s Rectory, 135 Main St., Millburn, New Jersey
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445 Riverside Drive, New York City
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65 Argyle Ave., New Rochelle, New York
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Flood, Marjorie Anne
1238 Sheridan Ave., Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
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132 Beechtree Lane, Wayne, Pennsylvania
French, Vera Virginia
East Hill House, Davenport, Iowa
33 Edge Hill Rd., Brookline, Massachusetts
Gans, Martha Ann
The Maples, Goshen, Virginia
Gilman, Margaret Sanderson
44 E. Manning St., Providence, Rhode Island
Gregg, Elizabeth Anna
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Hardin, Mary Helen
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Humbert, Muriel Cecil
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Jones, Elizabeth Marie
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995 Madison Ave., New York City
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Mann, Sara Jane
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76 Prospect Hill Ave., Summit, New Jersey
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Fountain Farm, Dover, Massachusetts
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Guilford College, North Carolina
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OU want to be yourself! Of course you do! You’re fed up with pretending to be gay
and gurgly ... when you’re as gloomy and unsure of yourself as anything. You just don’t
feel like cutting up . . . or cutting rugs, either.
But you have your reputation to think of!
If you break your date, let some pretty prowler blitzkrieg your man, you'll find yourself
getting dusty on a shelf. Try it twice and you'll be the forgotten female!
So learn to keep going—smile, sister, smile—no matter what day of the
month it is!
You need the kind of comfort and confidence that will let you shine
and sparkle even on ‘difficult days” . . . without pretending!
How do other girls manage?
How do up-to-date and dated-up girls manage ? Ask them! See how many of
them tell you they choose Kotex sanitary napkins!
Why? ... in the first place, Kotex is more comfortable! Not the deceptive softness
of pads that only ‘feel’? soft. Kotex is made in soft folds that are
naturally less bulky ... more comfortable ... made to stay soft!
Edgy little worries needn’t ruffle your poise, either . . . for Kotex has a
new moisture-resistant ‘‘safety shield” to give you extra
protection . . . an extra margin of safety!
You'll give thanks, too, for the flat, pressed ends of Kotex! No
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So now you know! Know why Kotex is helping millions
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all other brands of pads put together! You know why you
should try Kotex next time!
Be confident ... comfortable . . . carefree
— with Kotex”!
DO’S AND DON'T’S FOR GIRLS!
Send today for the new free booklet,
“As One Girl To Another.” It con-
tains the answers to a girl’s intimate
questions... gives lots of tips on how
: to make “difficult days” less difficult.
i ), Just mail your name and address to
’ Post Office Box 3434, Dept. B-42,
\ Chicago, Ill, and your copy will be
Nie sent you FREE.
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Come to Cities Service for that
10-POINT PLAN BOOKLET
..-that will help give your car
AN EXTRA YEAR OF YOUTH
To get better performance and Your Car An Extra Year Of
to make your car last longer, we Youth.” Today, more than two
suggest you stop at your years later, conservation has
neighborhood Cities Service become not only of vital
station and obtain a copy of the importance but the patriotic duty
Cities Service 10-Point Plan of every citizen.
booklet. An extra year of youth
and service from your car is always
important, but now, with new car
purchases drastically restricted, it
In addition, your Cities Service
dealer has been trained to show you
how to get extra mileage from your
tires. He will aid you to add % to
the life of your tires.
Because of his experience and
the exclusive products and services
he has at his station, your Cities
Service dealer is the man best
equipped to hel ou. Si
nee 1940 Ha oe ees Invite Your Friends to Listen to
advocating car conservation with CITIES SERVICE RADIO CONCERTS
RVC. his campaign “Let Us Help Give NBC Red Network, Every Friday Night
)*) CITIES SERVICE OIL COMPANIES
NEW YORK e CHICAGO e SHREVEPORT
Why not visit him today and let
him “help you give your car an
extra year of youth?”
CARE FOR YOUR CAR — FOR YOUR COUNTRY
ONCE-ALWAYS > J
UNCLE SAM gets new car pep from
CISCO SOLVENT—SO CAN YOU!
Cisco Solvent is in the Army now.
Yes, sir, this remarkable Cities Service
petroleum product which cleans engines
internally and restores new-car pep and
power to tired motors has gone to work
for Uncle Sam.
Just a few weeks ago the Army
ordered a few gallons of Cisco Solvent
for experimental use on trucks and
transport vehicles at one of the training
camps in the South. Cisco Solvent was
put to every conceivable test and came
through with flying colors. Since then,
Cities Service has sent more than 12,000
gallons of Cisco Solvent to this one
If your car is acting sluggish, needs
pepping up, take a tip from Uncle Sam
and give it a Cisco Solvent treatment
this very week. You'll be amazed at
the results of just one treatment.
Invite Your Friends
to Listen to
NBC Red Network,
Every Friday Night
CITIES SERVICE OIL COMPANIES
NEW YORK e CHICAGO e SHREVEPORT
CARE FOR YOUR CAR — FOR YOUR COUNTRY
Beautiful, compact, fully
automatic Janitrol is an ideal
answer for modern heating
Of course, for the duration,
all of Janitrol’s manufact-
uring facilities are devoted to
the manufacture of essential
When times are normal
again, Bryn Mawr homes
should include a_ gas-fired
Janitrol Winter Air Condi-
tionem 7 Keep) Jjanitro! sin
mind, will you ?
AFTER THE WAR— WHEN YOU
PLAN THAT MODERN HOME...
MAKE IT COMPLETE WITH
THE LATEST DEVELOPMENT IN A GAS-FIRED
BY 34 YEARS’ EXPERIENCE
y HOW 10 TELL
1...Twins are con- ff 4 : | bx PEPSODENT
fusing enough. But F. 5 4 f Rey i= @ Py ty SOMRE RIMES
pe ci ae 7 Qe AR TEETH TWICE
: my ss 5 ies AS BRIGHT /
fool a fellow...well
..-1 was all at sea...
2. ..I'd have popped the question to Joan weeks ago if
I’d been sure she wasn’t that mischievous twin of hers who
never let me be quite sure. Then, one night. . .
4...Suddenly we had a wonderful idea... Joan and _5...It worked like a charm! One quick glance told me
I decided to turn the tables on her twin sister. Joan Joan's teeth were far brighter! They both use Pepsodent
switched to Pepsodent Powder. Her twin kept right on now, but it doesn’t bother me...I can tell Joan every
using her old brand. time .. . she’s the one with my solitaire on her finger!
TOOTH POWDER CAN MAKE
TEETH TWICE AS BRIGHT
6... Independent laboratory tests
proved this fact. No other leading
tooth powder can give your teeth
Pepsodent’s high degree of lustre,
because only Pepsodent’ contains
AS THE AVERAGE
\ OF ALL OTHER Composite Metaphosphate, the re-
< LEADING BRANDS Sea ee ingredient...
Double your chances by making
your teeth Twice as Bright. Get
Pepsodent Tooth Powder today.
COLDS, USE EACH TISSUE ONLY ONCE,
THEN DESTROY...GERMS ANDO ALL /
(from a letter by
L. A. S., Baltimore, Md.)
WHO WANTS TO FUMBLE BY USING KLEENEX
AROUND TRYING TO PULL A TO REMOVE CREAM AND
TISSUE FROM AN ORDINARY BOX ? MAKE-UP. IT'S SOFT VELVETY
WITH KLEENEX IT'S PULL A TISSUE SMOOTHNESS (S A PLEASURE
AND UP POPS ANOTHER / ON MY DELICATE SKIN /
(from a letter by E. M., Stroud, Okla.) (from a letter by M.S. D., Kokomo, Ind.)
(*Trade Mark Reg. U. S. Pat. Off.)
With Coffee Leperts... with Housewives
FOLGER S ties fom
JF you’ve been experimenting
trying to find a coffee that’s
really different ... that tastes
better—and yet, is economical to
serve... You'll find just what
you’re looking for in Folger’s!
Here’s coffee with the fuller, more
vigorous flavor that both coffee
experts and housewives agree is
tops! Andwevouch forits economy
with a money-back guarantee!
A Different Kind of Coffee!
The vast bulk of the world’s
coffee supply is grown in the low-
lands. It’s plentiful and cheap
...and it’s the kind used in most
coffees on grocers’ shelves. But
Folger’s is mountain-growncoffee!
Professional coffee buyers say...
YOUR FIRST TASTE TELLS
YOU THE DIFFERENCE IN
COFFEE! ITS FLAVOR IS
FAR MORE VIGOROUS
THAN COFFEES GROWN
IN THE LOWLANDS
Coffee buyers pay
highest prices for finer
fees...The same vigor-
ous flavored coffees
you get in Folger’s.
Get Folger’s—and make your coffee the usual way,
except use 4 less of Folger’s than you’ve been using
with your present brand. If you don’t agree Folger’s
tastes better...return the empty Folger can to your
grocer and get your money back. We'll pay him.
Coffee from the volcanic heights
of the Tropical Americas. In the
crisp, bracing air and dazzling
sunshine up there—the drench-
ing tropic rains and amazingly
fertile volcanic soil—coffee ber-
ries swell to the bursting point
with flavor! Acquire an extra
richness and vigorous tang no
lowland coffee can match!
Try It At Our Risk!
Because we’re so sure you'll
like it better—we invite you to
TRY USING % LESS OF FOLGER’S at
our risk. Try it on our money-
back guarantee stated above!
You have nothing to lose...and
new coffee pleasure to gain!
LOOK! 17S MMOUNTAIN:GROWN FLAVOR /S A COFFEE-SAVER!/
TRY USING 4 LESS OF FOLGER'S’ -
ON THIS MONEY- BACK GUARANTEE /
50,000 women say...
WE FIND IT REALLY
ECONOMICAL TO SERVE
FOLGER’S! ITS RICHER
FLAVOR MAKES IT GO
FURTHER THAN OTHER
BRANDS WE'VE TRIED!
50,000 women have written
saying they find Folger’s
economical. Many say they
use less of Folger’s than of
ther brandsthey’ vetried.
Many Saving % on Coffee This Way!
Instead of using 4 spoons of coffee for
4 cups—try using 3 spoons of Folger’s.
iI I OI IIL
That’s the saving thousands are making
with Folger’s. Saving 4 on coffee every
day is like getting every fourth pound
free, isn’t it?
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