why i love bryn mawr
so i'm back at bryn mawr for reunion weekend, currently staying in rhoads as a class helper for the class of 1953. the oldest class here is 1938- yes, that puts them over age 90.
snippets from reunion step sing (i've bolded my favorite lines):
Haverford Harry
The boy that I marry will have to be
a hermit, neurotic, and wear a goatee,
a Haverfordian.
He'll be arty and smarty and smell of raw gin.
His hair will be stringy and shoulder length.
He'll snow all the girls with his sheer brute strength.
He's a nudist, a Zen Buddhist,
and his social deportment's the crudest.
His room will be cluttered with sculpture weird.
His chin will be covered with unshaved beard.
He's terrific, he's prolific.
His demands and desires quite specific.
He seems to be haunted with some strange hex,
a complex concerning that thing called sex.
He's sublime-o, what a wine-o,
for some young thing from Shipley divine-o.
So Haverford Harry, the boy that I marry must be... inevitably!
(it's still true!!!)
Harry's Reply
The girl that I marry will have a degree,
Not B.A., nor M.A., but Ph.D.
a Mawrter to the core!
She's enlightened but frightened: three locks guard her door.
Her suite will be occupied by ten cats
a parakeet, goldfish, and two white rats.
Mind's precocious, hair's atrocious;
if you get her in bed, she's ferocious.
Her books are all fingered and thinly worn.
The text in her backpack is really Greek porn.
Education, then stagnation;
Bryn Mawr women are doomed to frustration.
She seems to think all men have one-track minds;
while brushing her teeth she first closes the blinds.
She's a sickie, strangely picky;
Villanovans come by for a quickie.
Yet the Mawrter I cherish
has deans that would perish
if they knew she was married to me... for only failures wed!
hahaha. greek porn- classic. literally!
totally coming for my 5-year. everyone else should too.
snippets from reunion step sing (i've bolded my favorite lines):
Haverford Harry
The boy that I marry will have to be
a hermit, neurotic, and wear a goatee,
a Haverfordian.
He'll be arty and smarty and smell of raw gin.
His hair will be stringy and shoulder length.
He'll snow all the girls with his sheer brute strength.
He's a nudist, a Zen Buddhist,
and his social deportment's the crudest.
His room will be cluttered with sculpture weird.
His chin will be covered with unshaved beard.
He's terrific, he's prolific.
His demands and desires quite specific.
He seems to be haunted with some strange hex,
a complex concerning that thing called sex.
He's sublime-o, what a wine-o,
for some young thing from Shipley divine-o.
So Haverford Harry, the boy that I marry must be... inevitably!
(it's still true!!!)
Harry's Reply
The girl that I marry will have a degree,
Not B.A., nor M.A., but Ph.D.
a Mawrter to the core!
She's enlightened but frightened: three locks guard her door.
Her suite will be occupied by ten cats
a parakeet, goldfish, and two white rats.
Mind's precocious, hair's atrocious;
if you get her in bed, she's ferocious.
Her books are all fingered and thinly worn.
The text in her backpack is really Greek porn.
Education, then stagnation;
Bryn Mawr women are doomed to frustration.
She seems to think all men have one-track minds;
while brushing her teeth she first closes the blinds.
She's a sickie, strangely picky;
Villanovans come by for a quickie.
Yet the Mawrter I cherish
has deans that would perish
if they knew she was married to me... for only failures wed!
hahaha. greek porn- classic. literally!
totally coming for my 5-year. everyone else should too.