Tipyn o'bob, 1906-1907 . evote her active attention, what do they considerher real interests in life? Usually at the end of Freshman year everyperson has a special epithet by which she is known—she is athletic,she is collegiate, she is blase, she is an English shark, and theheavens may move, earth turn to dust and mountains fade away, but, inthe minds of the Bryn Mawr students, the athlete can do nothing butleap through her four years at college, the collegiate girl must cheer andwave her cap eternally, the blase person must forever be regarded asjoking if she evinced anything like interest in
Tipyn o'bob, 1906-1907 . evote her active attention, what do they considerher real interests in life? Usually at the end of Freshman year everyperson has a special epithet by which she is known—she is athletic,she is collegiate, she is blase, she is an English shark, and theheavens may move, earth turn to dust and mountains fade away, but, inthe minds of the Bryn Mawr students, the athlete can do nothing butleap through her four years at college, the collegiate girl must cheer andwave her cap eternally, the blase person must forever be regarded asjoking if she evinced anything like interest in her class or pleasure inbasketball, and the English shark must spout Wordsworth until thetrumpet sounds. If, then, we are forbidden the possibility of stepping out of certainwell-defined paths, if we are denied all interests except that one greatinterest which we call our pose, and, finally, if we are charged withbeing insincere in this one interest, what, we can only ask, is there leftto us? TIPYN OBOB DULCI THE BRYN MAWR SKATER. This winter sun is keen and cold,And keen and cold this winter air;It blows askew my neat-combed hair, But I glide on with motion bold. Some think I am not warm enough,As filmy-clad I flutter past,My white skirts flaring in the blast; But, gracious! have I not my muff ? M. P., 08. DULCI FISTULA 23 TAMBURLAINES DARLINGS. Little Celebinus said: Just to be a kingI would sail through seas of blood (Cunning little thing!) Pooh, thats nothing, I would swimIn a pool of gore,Cried Amyras,— (and himOnly four!) Then lisped Calyphas, If Pa Would hold the tyrant, maybeI could strike and kill him dead (This from the baby!) It isnt often that one sees Such lovely little boys as these. D. Child, 09. A CLASS Mawr, we raise our song to thee, Eternally, though we may sing off the key, Whats that to thee, whats that to me?Ive done it many a time before Till they were sore who lived next fact it might be said they swore I
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