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"Shuffling through the Halls of Academe circa 1921," A Handbook for Women, Fall 1971

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Title

"Shuffling through the Halls of Academe circa 1921," A Handbook for Women, Fall 1971

Description

"Shuffling through the Halls of Academe circa 1921," A Handbook for Women, Fall 1971. Performed by Gwendolyn Schwinke.

Creator

PlayMaker’s Repertory Company in collaboration with the University Archives at Louis Round Wilson Library

Date

2021

Language

English

Identifier

https://exhibits.lib.unc.edu/items/show/7590

Transcription

A Handbook for Women, Fall 1971 

Shuffling through the halls of academe circa 1921 

 

Want to know where you are now? Then look at 

where you've been. Turn back your mental clock 

for a look at: 

University of North Carolina, Chapel Hill, 1921. 

 

Yes, you are among the handful of women admitted 

into the sacred halls of academe. But take a look 

at the rules which governed your student life in 

this fall of '21: 

 

In class, you must sit in the back of the room, and not speak until spoken to. When class is over you must wait to leave the room after the men. That means last! 

Dress? A generous code for women. Anything at all, as long as it is a dress. And you must wear a hat and gloves. Like a “proper lady.” 

If you want to go out for a breath of evening air, fine. But make sure you have an escort. 

No, your picture won’t appear in the student yearbook. That’s reserved for the men. 

But persevere ‘till graduation day comes. 

You will get your diploma, but remember your place: graduation exercises are for men only.  

 

A lot of rules to make sure that nobody saw you. 

Yes, there were a few women graciously admitted  

to UNC 50 years ago. But the rulebook made sure 

these were Invisible Women. Certainly not 

heard, and preferably not seen. 

 

But now, it’s the fall of ‘71. 

Women are one-third of the University.  

Discriminatory rules are not blatant, but subtle. 

And reinforced by still subtler social norms 

About “women’s place” in the University. 

We are here, and there are a lot of us. 

What makes us invisible now?