Bryn Mawr (Pa.) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Bryn Mawr College -- Fiction; College stories, American; Women college students -- Fiction
"When I think of Bryn Mawr," said Marjorie, "few things have left so
vivid an impression on my mind as his class-room. I was under the spell
of literature from the moment I heard him give out his first parallel
passage. There was in his classes a magical exhilaration never to be
forgotten. And to think you poor things don't know anything about it!
"It must seem very different to you now," put in a senior,
sympathetically.
"To be sure it does, and I think nothing strikes me more than the
light-hearted way in which you do things that we didn't dare to do for
fear of bringing down rules on our heads. Like our ancestors we were
constantly 'snuffing tyranny.'"
"Hadn't you self-government then?" asked a freshman in amazement.
"We had no government of any sort, and no despotism could have been more
compelling than the nameless fear that hung over us, that we might some
day do something that would lead some one to take away our liberty."
"I have always regretted the establishment of self-government," said
Elizabeth Gordon, a graduate who was to receive her Ph. D. the next day.
"Not at all, not at all," Marjorie hastened to declare. "You were always
so immersed in work that you never bothered with other people; but those
of us that thought it our duty to keep an eye on the freshmen found our
hands full. Why the trips that I have made with my Memorabilia under my
arm to administer sugar-coated pellets of college-spirit have cost me
many a good mark."
The reminiscences had filled the afternoon, and now the college-bell
rang out, warning the various groups that dinner-time was at hand. With
an apologetic laugh Marjorie started up, saying as she walked along,
"Six o'clock, and I've talked almost all afternoon! Well! Well! 'Tis but
a sign of age."
"Age, you goose," laughed Edith, "weren't you always the 'garrulous
particle'?"
"Well, weakness then, and a mistaken notion that there is no place like
Bryn Mawr."
IV
The beauty of the long June evening was not to be resisted, and as soon
as dinner was over, the students hurried out of doors. An air of
relaxation was everywhere noticeable. Those fagged out by examinations
gained cheer and liveliness from the more careless, or loitered about in
unregarded lassitude not disturbed by any sense of obligation as
contributors to the brimming talk of their companions. It was the
perfection of easy intercourse where every sentence is a free-will
offering.
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