Northrop Collegiate School - Tatler Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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Hear the voices of the Seniors, Senior bells! What a room of merriment their conver- sation tells! How they talk and study hard In the Senior room so bright Where laughing is not balfcl, And the nineties on our card Tell us in the fight That we are keeping time To the Alumnaels mighty rhyme. So the end of all our grinding will make music well From the jingling and the tingling of the bell. Lots NASH Page 30

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1915 01151526 GBffinem President . . . . . . ELEANOR STOWELL Vice President . . . . . . GLADYs BALDWIN Secretary . . . . . . . . HELEN STAIR Treasurer . . . . . . . DOROTHA YOUNG 6113264 Igreteptg I. There shall be no communication among the seniors in Assembly Hall. 2. Regular attendance at class meetings will be required. A good excuse will be accepted by the President; otherwise a small fme will be imposed. Page 29

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aha agmphetg at the Cllasa of 15 June 8, I925; ten long years since our graduation from Graham! With the anniversary comes a longing for a glimpse into the lives of the girls, so closely bound tO' gether by the ties of school and class. I had in my possession a rug from Bagdad, said to possess magical powers. I seated myself upon it and murmured the incantation that should free the genii. Kathryn Pierce was first suggested to me. In a trice I was put down in a smoky city, where the noise of roaring trams mingled with the rumble of the subway, and the elevated uK had evidently returned to the place of her dreams-C-hicago. Invisible hands led me to a huge apartment building overlooking a beautiful park, where crowds were coming and going. As I wandered in, I heard many asking for Miss Pierce. Few were permitted to appear before that august individual. If IIelothes make the man, they were a distinguished number. Minging with them, I came to a door, out- side of which stood a person of business-like appearance, who admitted some and turned away others. Secretaries and other important functionaries met me as I arrived at my goal. The trials of a popular authoress had not perceptibly changed K for as each visitor advanced, she quietly received his proposition, accepted or refused it, and turned to her dictation. I could have addressed her but my guardian prevented. The lights faded. I feared to break the spell. Then I murmured IIPete. My genii recognized the nickname. In a moment I dropped into a seat, in a large auditorium filled with an expectant audience. On the program of a woman next to me, I read: HMiss Helen Stair, Dramatic Soprano; Miss Elizabeth Boutelle, Celebrated Pianist; Miss Ruth Towle, World-Famed Violinist. A distinguished group! The curtain arose revealing a grand piano and a draped doorway. The three en- tered! Ruth was nearly the same, but Betty had: actually become placid in her calmness and Pete, was positively stout! Words cannot describe the perfection of that trio. All too soon my guardian whisked me to another land. Tow, I was in Arabia. Which classmate would appear in that far off land? In the distance I spied a swiftly approaching band of horsemen. At the head of the com- pany I saw a diminutive form, perched on a beautiful Arabian horse. You never would have guessed it, of course, but as the horses came galloping along, I recognized 'happy-go- lucky tsometimesD Gay! I would have given much to discover whether or no her search for Arabian thoroughebreds had been successful, but waving an unseen goodi-bye, I came swiftly to earth dodging hundreds of tennis balls coming at terrific speed. It was a tennis tournament! I scanned each face to find familiar features. All the players were girls of our age at graduation. I saw, then, an athletic figure walking around the courts, criticizing and suggesting. Each recipient of advice appeared greatly honored. Tennis and Stub Curtiss were synonymous in I915. Marjorie was almost unchanged. The dignity of her title, IIPresident of the Womtan,s Athletic Clubs of America, seemed not to have feazed her. But I was getting in the way of Hying halls and beyond harm,s reach I was hurried on. I found myself in the halls of a girls, school. I realized that it was Graham Hall, but differently located. The buildings were new and spacious, with broad halls and well-arranged class rooms. I missed the scramble for classes, a feature of the old days. I peeped into one recitation room. It was vacant; I passed another and saw Ruth Martin, presiding over a class in Virgil. One of the girls was even then tracing the course of pins Aeneas. I was tempted to remain longer, but my guardian led me on, and I came to a door on which was inscribed, IIGladys Poehler Ph. D., B. L., D. So, etc. I opened the door and spied iiClad in a far corner of the room. The desk in front of her was covered with papers of different sizes, filled with neatly arranged num- bers. There! she exclaimed happily, uI,ve found the fourth dimension! I was thrilled too, but not surprised. We had always been sure that HGladH would solve some difhcult mathematical puzzle. A sudden change-another city. I found myself on a couch in a room artistically decorated. It was the scene of an afternoon tea. In one corner Felice Chase was giving orders to scurrying maids. Who should march in but Sally Small and Helen Lewis, Page 31