Hats Off to the Ladies!

We blush, every year, on the Monday morning following Lantern Night. The Freshmen, in the pristine glory of their untilted caps appear before us in wistful immaturity. We pity them, and we cannot be of service. Somehow, to give their caps a gentle shove to right or left smacks of the embarrassment of dropping dimes in beggars caps; the grateful glances of the aided are so humiliating to all concerned. And yet, friends, it is not even this that causes us our heated blush. It is that so many of us, in years gone by, have stealthily tipped our caps ourselves, in self-defense against forgetful upper-classmen. And still, despite sharp memories of these painful moments of protective self-tipping, we continue to submit each incoming class to the same humiliating process. We say our word for quick reform and we have no doubt that the humbled class of 1933 will shout a unanimous refrain of affirmation. Bryn Mawr College News.