“ In the dry, warm darkness of a May evening two girls lay on the grass near the tennis-courts north of Taylor. It was in the days when the present athletic field was only a roadway and a damp hollow where dog-tooth violets grew. Radnor and Merion loomed across the campus, their few lighted windows betraying how little the spirit of study possessed the hour. All the light and brilliancy of the college seemed concentrated in Denbigh dining-room, whence, through wide open windows, came the laughter and songs of the supper the juniors were giving the seniors. ”
Summary
A Book of Bryn Mawr Stories, an anonymous collection of vignettes centered on Bryn Mawr College, captures the rhythms of campus life through the experiences of students like Marjorie, Lilian, Ellen, and Catherine. Set against the backdrop of dormitories, tea-time gatherings, and seasonal changes, the text explores themes of ambition, friendship, and the tension between personal goals and shared identity.
With references to academic competition, spiritual reflection, and the enduring appeal of collegiate tradition, the work weaves intimate portraits of young women navigating their formative years, framed by the college’s evolving landscape and the quiet resilience of its community.
Quotes from A Book of Bryn Mawr Stories ()
“ There was a big bunch of violets on the lapel of her coat, and she smiled rather consciously at some comments of the girls she joined. In the first row of chairs were some dignified seniors whom Lilian rather feared, and a junior who at once attracted and repelled her. She was, in spite of herself, fascinated by a cleverness that manifested itself in every department of the college, that would be a force in literature some day, so every one said; and at the same time she had a feeling that there was nothing the girl would not sacrifice to ambition. ”
“ Is there any place in the world, Esther Lawes often in graduate days asked her friends, where the evening light lies so long and so delicate as at Bryn Mawr? The campus, snow-piled, prolongs a pale dusk at tea-time; in spring the afternoons grow longer slowly until they are forgotten in the softness of the lengthening evenings; the great cherry-tree, black against grey Pembroke but afoam and aflutter with exquisite whiteness, merges its sharp perfume into the softer odour of the crowded flushed apple-trees and the pungent flavour of their neighbours the green-tufted larches. ”
