Northrop Collegiate School - Tatler Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

fast. This one had a very long body divided into sections. I thought it was breathing smoke. It went like the wind, making a clickity-clack sound as it went along its iron path. As I kept on walking, I came to a river. Here I saw some of our modern-day water monsters. They were quite big, and, like the dragon, they blew smoke. One must have been sick, because he made a low whistle like a moan. How frightening it must be for the little rowboats. just then I heard something in the sky, and when I looked up I saw a flying monster of today. It was going very fast, and it made a loud, roaring noise. As the sun shone on it, a silvery reflection glistened like a fire. While walking back home, I noticed more monsters. I went by a building where they make these horrible things! Some of these creatures are used on farms to help the farmer. Others are used to build and tear down buildings, and on road construction jobs. They huff and puff in anger because they are put to such hard work. Some were so big they were really frightening! The main difference between the monsters of old and the monsters of today is that every modern-day monster has some use, and man can usually control the monsters he lives with. Honorable Mention, Junior High School Prose DANCING WITH DAD Marlys Moses, VIII For half an hour, almost every day, my father practices dancing with me. I don't see how he manages to push me and shove me this way and that, but nevertheless, he does it. Dad still thinks everyone dances the waltz or the fox- trot or the rumba. I'd like to see his face when he goes on a modern dance floor and see the rock 'n' rollers rock 'n' rolling. He would probably say that it is stupid, senseless and a waste of energy and what is this new generation coming to, anyway? Our lesson usually begins with a fox trot. "Stand on your toes," says Dad. "Well, you don't have to fall all over me." "I can't balance on my toes," I shout above the music. "That's because you're fat," says Dad. "You should go on a diet." "I'm not fat. Besides, I hate this stupid dance. All you go is one, two, quick, quick, over and over again." "Look over my shoulder, you're supposed to look over my shoulder," Dad orders. "Well, I have to see what you're thinking, don't I?" "How can you see what I'm thinking? Let's call it quits for today. This is tiring for your old Dad." Personally, I don't see what's so tiring about stamping the same step around about twenty times, but I guess that's how it is when one gets older. I like dancing in spite of all Dad's criticism, and even though Dad doesn't know how to rock 'n' roll, I think he's about the best dancer in the world. First Prize, Lower School Prose THE END OF NOEL AND FLAME Ann Overstreet, VI The fireplace glowed invitingly in the beautiful living- room. At the opposite side of the room, staring into the fire, was the tall green Christmas tree. He was fully decked out with glass ornaments and silvery tinsel. The family was gathered round the door serving cookies to merry carolers. The fireplace and the tree were old friends and addressed each other by their real names, Flame and Noel. Luckily, the family could not hear them chatting. "Flame, you look nice tonight, I like your red dress," said Noel. Flame blushed and replied, "Well, I agree I do look fine this evening, but see yourself in the mirror! What a lovely green suit you're wearing!" At that moment jerry, Pat, Kay, and Mr. and Mrs. Williams came back to the living-room, laughing and tall:- ing. "Well, here they come," Noel said wearily, "My, what a nuisance! Oh, well, look how beautifully they have decorated my lovely branches!" "Oh," Flame retorted, "stop bragging. Look at the stockings hung on my forehead. One says Jerry, one Pat, one Kay, one Lem, and one Sally. I don't see why Mr. and Mrs. Williams couldn't just put 'Mom and Dad.' That's what they're called." Noel looked on disgustedly, l'Maybe they didn't want to put 'Mom' and lDad.' For goodness sakes, you just aren't thinking tonight! You know, I certainly am popular around this family. Five-year-old Kay murmurs every time she passes me. And look at all my lovely adornments! ll5