Northrop Collegiate School - Tatler Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

Text from Pages 1 - 170 of the 1917 volume:

V' 1917 c - « ®liis, ttfc 19X7 (Eatler, is affectionately bebicateb to our principal, Jftliss i£lizabetb (Carse, in recognition of the energetic leaber-sbip tljat has brought us this year into our fine nefcu builbing, anb in gratitube for tljat more powerful leabersbip tnhicl] is bringing us bay by bay nearer to tlfe school of our ibeals. £7 C e. a i I e r (Written especially for The Taller by Miss Carse. March 29. 1917.) Give to your generation something true And strong, O girls of Northrop! Preserve and use your youth, your health, your beauty. For nobler things than passing littleness, However bright. Let not the crowd determine Life’s course for you. The soul of power stands not Irresolute, but seeing right from wrong. Makes choice. The burden of the choice, the danger Matter not. With high conviction fear departs. A mind thus set at rest becomes a part Of God’s great working force within His world. Then rise, ye women of the Future! Will ye prepare to be His messengers? No thoughtless sentimentalists He needs. Who know not how to search the cause that lies Behind Life’s joy, mistake or grief. But ripened souls whose hearts and minds apace To noble poise have grown, and felt the thrill Of conquered self, touching Eternal things With true humility. ' Lis these He calls. i o i r Page 5 Wie beautiful (An addrcas by Miss Maria Sanford, Professor Emeritus, to the girls of Northrop, on the evening of the formal opening of the school. January 29, 1917.) Girls of the Northrop School: I have been thinking what I could say to you that perhaps you could remember and think about. I have decided to say to each one of you. Be beautiful.” This, it seems to me, is what is being said to you all the time by this noble building, these beautiful surroundings, and the lives of these teachers who fit the place so well. Be beautiful! It is woman’s birthright. Why does the savage woman load her fingers and arms, her ankles and neck, yes, even her ears and nose, with rings and bracelets? Why does she paint her skin, and dress herself in flaming colors? It is because she thinks these things make her beautiful. You know better; you know that dainty fabrics and soft, harmonious tints are more beautiful than coarse and gaudy finery. But even the most tasteful dress cannot make a beautiful girl. Take the dummy in the store window and put on it the costliest materials in the most exquisite colors—they do not make the dummy beautiful. There must be life; the elastic step, health and vigor surging through the veins and nerves; intelligence must speak from the eye and through the voice; refinement and courtesy must make the manners charming. But all this, although it is much, is not enough; it takes something more to make a beautiful girl. When I first went to New Haven, some fifty years ago, I met a girl about eighteen years of age who, I thought, was the most beautiful person I had ever seen. Her features were perfect; her complexion, her eyes, her teeth, her hair, her form, were beautiful. But I chanced to live near her home, and to know her home life well; she was as hard and cold and domineering as an iceberg. She had a younger brother, and her mother was a widow. She never seemed to have any interest in their comfort or happiness. Her brother would as soon have thought of asking a favor of the Queen of England as of her. But her wants and wishes must all be attended to. nothing was quite good enough for her, and if anything did not suit her she would sneer. Do you know, after a little, I could see nothing in her face but that hateful sneer. It left its trace down beside her nose, around her mouth, and in the comers of her eyes; and if she lived to be fifty. I am sure she was very ugly. It takes a beautiful soul to make a beautiful girl, and a beautiful soul can make the plainest features charming. You know what Mrs. Browning says in My Kate”: She was as pretty as women I know. And yet all your best made of sunshine and snow, Drop to shade, melt to naught, in the long-trodden ways, While she’s still remembered on warm and cold days— My Kate. Her hair had a meaning, her movements a grace; You turned from the fairest to gaze on her face; And when you had once seen her forehead and mouth, You saw as distinctly her soul and her truth— My Kate. So I say to you be beautiful to your mother so that she may think no other girl in the world is as lovely as you. Be beautiful to your brother that he may think of you as one of our Seniors did of his fifteen-year-old sister. One of the boys was speaking to him enthusiastically of a certain girl. Oh,” he said, you should see my little sister. Be beautiful to your father, so that if he lost everything he is worth he might feel that he was rich having you. How shall you do it? Here is the rule: She doth little kindnesses. Which most leave undone or despise; For naught that sets one heart at ease. And giveth happiness or peace. Is low-esteemed in her eyes.” I hope sometimes when you are thinking with pride of this beautiful building, or gazing on this charming landscape, you will resolve deep down in your heart, I will be unselfish and kind and true, that I, too, may be beautiful. Page 7 Faculty Principal, MlSS ELIZABETH CARSE 205 West 57th St.. New York City Assistant Principal, MlSS Eva M. SMITH 1401 Willow St., Minneapolis Miss Jessie Bickelhaupt..............4415 Dupont S., Minneapolis Miss Alma Binzel...............427 Madison St., Beaver Dam, Wis. Miss Margaret Blossom..........35 West 82nd St., New York City Miss Beulah Brown..............224 N. Dunlap St.. St. Paul, Minn. Miss Eunice Cleveland............................Naples, New York Miss Beatrice Eddy...................916 6th St. S. E., Minneapolis Miss Mary Gale........................Waterville, Quebec, Canada Miss Margaret Guinotte...........2411 Fremont South. Minneapolis Miss Frances Hicks...............1898 Laurel Ave.. St. Paul. Minn. Miss Isabel Marzolf.................................Hastings, Minn. Miss Mabel Meek..............612 Hammond Ave., Waterloo, Iowa Miss Lillian Mueller..............515 Franklin West, Minneapolis Miss Mary Nye.......................................Superior, Wis. Miss Elizabeth O’Brien...............29 Park Ave.. Lead. S. D. Mile. Bianca Platsch................I Groveland Ave., Minneapolis Miss Frances Quilliard...........4507 E. Superior St.. Duluth, Minn. Miss Isabel F. Randolph.................90 Haven Ave.. New York City Miss Jean Russell....................215 Groveland Ave., Minneapolis Mrs. Christine B. Ruud............303 S. E. Walnut St., Minneapolis Miss Jane Seymour..................1519 Stevens Ave., Minneapolis Miss G. Elsa Schulz..................3245 1st Ave. S., Minneapolis Miss Frances Smith.......................2109 Blaisdell, Minneapolis Miss Charlotte Torrance..........3804 Portland Ave., Minneapolis Miss E. Louise Tuxbury.............62 High St., Newburyport, Mass. 1 Q 1 7 Page 9 (Eolbgtate Department CLASS OFFICERS. President...................................MARJORIE CURTISS Secretary ......................................Ruth Ferrell Treasurer..................................... Helen Gilkey Appleby, Edith. .. Bronson, Faith Church, Mabel. . . . Curtiss, Marjorie. . Ferrell, Ruth..... Gilkey, Helen. . . . Griggs, Gladys. . . Hall, Angcline... Hoag, Hazel....... McDowell, Marion Nelson, Alta...... Olson, Eva M. . . Olson, Elizabeth. . Van Pyk, Karin. . Voss, Muriel. . . . ......928 S. E. 5th St. .......Stillwater, Minn. ......1818 Clinton Ave. . .4340 Lyndale Ave. S. . . . . 3005 James Ave. S. 1916 Kenwood Parkway . 1 706 Fremont Ave. N. ......1423 S. 26th St. . .4023 Vincent Ave. S. . . . .2429 Nicollet Ave. ............Canby, Minn. 2635 Humboldt Ave. S. ... I 701 Portland Ave. ......2408 Lake Place ......St. James. Minn. Specials. Cole, Ruth...............................................109 Oak Grove St. Cook, Nira.........................................1521 Grant St. N. E. Olson, Edythe..........................................1009 13th Ave. S. Sellers, Jeanette.......................................3035 Portland Ave. i q i r cyr Page II Margaret Bardwell Corinnc Dickey Helen Drennen Eleanor Eastman 1 Q 1 7 Page 12 Frances Friedman Dorothy Hubbard Kathrine Jacobson Alice Lindley i o l r Page 13 •i a 1 I q x Miriam McHugh Charlotte Lindley Helen McLane 1 Q 1 Page 14 9X e. a i I e r Jesalyn Salmon Mary Roach Edith Schibsby i q i r Tjyr Page 15 Beatrice Sclover Helen Towle 1 q i r Page 16 President Vice-President Secretary T reasurer Officers Ruth Massie Charlotte Lindley Mary Roach Margaret Bardwell Bardwell, Margaret, 3321 2nd Ave. S....................Smith College Dickey. Corinne. Plaza Hotel....................Miss Spence’s School Drennen, Helen. 2323 Irving Ave. S.........................Undecided Eastman, Eleanor, 410 Groveland Ave........................Undecided Friedman, Frances. 1941 James Ave. S.......................Undecided Hubbard, Dorothy. 1773 Girard Ave. S.......................Undecided Jacobson, Katfyrine, Alexandria, Minn..................Smith College Lindley, Charlotte, 1920 Stevens Ave...................Smith College Lindley, Alice, 1920 Stevens Ave...........................Undecided McHugh, Miriam. 428 Groveland Ave......................Smith College McLane. Helen, 2113 Humboldt Ave. S....................Smith College Massie. Ruth, 2540 Bryant Ave................University of Minnesota Phillips, Marion, 1517 Ml. Curve Ave.......................Undecided Roach. Mary. 1924 Irving Ave. S. . .Northrop Collegiate Department Salmon. Jesalyn. 2524 Colfax Ave. S..........University of Minnesota Simpson. Ruth. 2524 Pillsbury Ave......................University of Minnesota Schibsby, Edith, 2107 Pleasant Ave.....................Smilh CoIlc«c Selover, Beatrice. 1770 Knox Ave. S....................Mount Holyoke Towle. Helen. 501 Forest Ave.......................Miss E,y’s Todd. Margaret. 41 I Groveland.........................Mounl Holyoke I 1 Q 1 I P.g 17 Officers President Pice-President Secretary) Treasurcr . . Mary Nash Marion Parmele Henrietta Keating Margaret Crosby Abbott. Elizabeth . . Bardwell, Annette. . Burg, Amy.......... Carroll, Helen .... Chaffee, Margaret . Condy, Blanche.... Crosby, Margaret . Hull, Ruth......... Jordan, Mary........ Keating, Henrietta. . Light. Rowene...... Nash. Mary......... Newton, Lois........ Parmele, Marion . . . Partridge, Georgiana Peterson. Muriel. . . Petterson. Joyce. . . Shaw, Helen........ Shaw, Mildred.... Waite, Elizabeth. . . Wells, Mary........ Zonne, Constance. . . ........221 Clifton Ave. ......3321 2nd Ave. S. ......2501 Elliott Ave. . . . .2501 Pillsbury Ave. . . 1941 Fremont Ave. S. . .1821 Emerson Ave. S. ......2104 Stevens Ave. . . .21 Groveland Terrace ........1917 Vine Place ......1901 Penn Ave. S. ... 181 3 Dupont Ave. S. ....310 Groveland Ave. .....'..108 E. 24th St. 2133 Kenwood Parkway . . . . 1 Groveland Terrace . . . .2208 Irving Ave. S. ........Princeton. Minn. . .. . 2036 Queen Ave. S. . . . .2036 Queen Ave. S. ..1325 Mt. Curve Ave. ........2119 Park Ave. , . . .910 Mt. Curve Ave. 1 q i r Page 19 XH2PH Officers President . . . Alice Wheelwright Pice-President . . . Virginia T. Hood Secretary .... Elizabeth Vincent Treasurer .... CARLENE CRANGLE Anderson, Jean........ Baltuff, Margaret. . . . Bisbee, Helen........ Bleecker, Dorothy. . . Browning, Helen Blake. Helen.......... Crangle, Carlene. . . . Dalrymple, Katherine. Daniels, Edith........ Featherston, Mildred. Frankforter, Elizabeth Hood, Virginia....... Heegaard, Lois........ Leigh, Marion......... Mathews, Alice........ Prindle, Marion....... Pflaum, Ruth......... Purdy, Florence....... Robertson, Catherine. Searle, Evelyn........ Smith, Grace.......... Vincent, Elizabeth. . . Waite, Alice.......... Wheelwright, Alice. . Zonne, Rosemary. . . . Medicine Lake, Minneapolis ......1818 James Ave. S. ... .2774 Lake Isles Blvd. .. . . 1527 Fremont Ave. N. .....1911 Girard Ave. S. .........220 Irving Ave. S. .... 1822 Mt. Curve Ave. ..........2110 1st Ave. S. ...........1729 Park Ave. .........1521 W. 27th St. . .. .525 River Road S. E. ...........1719 Park Ave. . . . 1924 Humboldt Ave. S. .........2000 Penn Ave. S. .......1931 Irving Ave. S. .......1908 Irving Ave. S. ......1924 James Ave. S. ....2706 Lake Isles Blvd. .....1835 Dupont Ave. S. .......1917 Logan Ave. S. .........2016 Grand Ave. 10th Ave. S. E. and 5 th St. .... 241 3 Aldrich Ave. S. .........Leamington Hotel ............910 Mt Curve 1 q i r -qjr Page 21 won Officers President Vice-President Sccretra}} T reasurcr Eugenie Crosby Blanche McRae Betty Histed Katherine Searle Albrecht, Carol. . . . Anthony. La Verne. Armatage, Katherine Bovey, Ruth........ Carnahan, Elizabeth Couper, Eleanor Crosby, Eugenie. . . Dewey, Margaret. . Dibble, Mary....... Gage, Helen........ Histed, Josephine. . . Huntington. Mary. . Howard, Elizabeth Howard, Margaret Hegge, Ruby........ Jordan, Katherine. . Mann, Dorothy Mathews, Sarah. . . McRae. Blanche. . McHugh. Jean. . . . Odell, Genevieve. . . Rigg, Virginia. .. . Redout, Gladys. . . Schureman, Janet. . Searle. Katherine. . Thomas, Lorraine. . .4605 Dupont Ave. S. 3115 Fremont Ave. S. .4600 Fremont Ave. S. .... 400 Clifton Ave. 1775 Emerson Ave. S. .1819 Mt. Curve Ave. ......2121 Park Ave. . .500 Groveland Ave. . 1933 Dupont Ave. S. ..........Plaza Hotel . .3225 Calhoun Blvd. . .2801 Irving Ave. S. ...1781 Logan Ave. S. ...1781 Logan Ave. S. . .2718 Hennepin Ave. ......1917 Vine Place ..1801 Logan Ave. S. . . 1931 Irving Ave. S. . .2005 Blaisdell Ave. . . 428 Groveland Ave. . .2536 Pillsbury Ave. . . . 2006 Penn Ave. S. ....711 Douglas Ave. . 1 780 Lyndale Ave. S. ..1917 Logan Ave. S. . .2207 Hennepin Ave. 1 q l r P«g 23 I IMP Ltgljil] JTorm Officers. President................................THEODORA MELONE Secretary...................................Dorothy Mann Treasurer...........................................Barstow Burton Burton. Barstow Cranglc, Eleanor. . . Featherston, Beatrice Heffelfinger, Mary. . Laraway, Elizabeth. McLane, Elizabeth. . McLaughlin, Helen. Melone, Theodora. . Schermerhorn, Ruth. . . 1907 Irving Ave. S. . 1822 Mt. Curve Ave. ....1521 W. 27th St. ....1828 3rd Ave. S. ......1605 Park Ave. 2115 Humboldt Ave. S. ...1710 Knox Ave. S. . . .2410 Pleasant Ave. .....261.6 W. 44th St. 1 q i r Page 25 j cfrentl] if unit Officers. President........................Marion Couper Pice-President . . . JOSEPHINE Velie Secretary; . . . Nancy Heffelfinger Treasurer........................LuciLE McRae Andrews, Mary. . . Blakeley, Eleanor. , Couper, Marion . . . Daniels, Dorothy. . Foote, Jane........ Fletcher, Marie. . . Gage, Elsie........ Heffelfinger, Nancy Kingman, Eleanor. Law, Betty......... McRae, Lucille. . . McCarthy, Pauline Meyering, Gladys. Mclone, Elizabeth. Velie, Josephine. . ..2117 2nd Ave. S. .2200 Pillsbury Ave. 1819 Mt. Curve Ave. -----1729 Park Ave. 1768 Colfax Ave. S. ...2816 W. 44th St. ........Plaza Hotel ....2200 1st Ave. S. .225 Ridgewood Ave. . .2310 Stevens Ave. . .2005 Blaisdell Ave. .. .2002 2nd Ave. S. ... Leamington Hotel . .2410 Pleasant Ave. . . . .225 Clifton Ave. 1 9 17 -flpr Pagc‘27 Kg' a t I ex -8 t. tl| JFnrm Officers. President Vice-President Secretary) T reasurer Ruth Kent Virginia Capron Caroline Crosby Margaret McRae Burton. Frances. . . Bickelhaupt. Helen. Capron, Virginia. . . Crosby, Caroline. . . Douglas, Eleanor. . Dickinson, Margaret Gage, Roberta.... Horton, Katherine. . Kent, Ruth.......... Long, Loraine McRae, Margaret. . Parker, Kathleen. . Seidel, Pauline. . . . Welles. Kate........ Truesdell, Mary. . . . . 1907 Irving Ave. S. .4415 Fremont Ave. S. ..........Hotel Nicollet ....2104 Stevens Ave. .......2424 Park Ave. ... 24 W. Grant Street ............Plaza Hotel .2108 Humboldt Ave. S. 1404 W. Franklin Ave. ............Plaza Hotel . . .2005 Blaisdell Ave. .1912 Emerson Ave. S. . .1919 Dupont Ave. S. ...2011 Pillsbury Ave. . . . 1904 Dupont Ave. S. 1 q i r Page 29 mmmamm wmm■ .C X e. a. i I e t iFtfth ifontt .....1913 Stevens Ave. ........2121 Park Ave. ........2121 Park Ave. ..1725 Morgan Ave. S. .525 River Road S. E. .......1920 Vine Place ...3525 Irving Ave. S. 2018 Humboldt Ave. S. ... 1 407 Harmon Place ........15 W. 24th St. . . .2638 Irving Ave. S. . . .430 Oak Grove St. ... 1602 Harmon Place .......108 E. 24th St. ...........923 Summit ......127 Clifton Ave. . . 1 784 Dupont Ave. S. ......225 Clifton Ave. .....26 W. Grant St. Cook, Eleanor...... Crosby, Olive...... Crosby, Carolyn C. . Dunn, Ethel....... Frankforter, Eleanor Fullerton, Mabel. . . Harrison, Ruth.... Hankinson, Ann. . . Hepburn, Jane. . . . .Hodgeman, Adele. . King, Jane........ Mann, Margaret... Marfield. Marcella. Newton, Joy........ Pack, Margaret. . . . Pomeroy, Margery. Winton, Lucy....... Velie, Grace....... Warnock, June . . . . 1 r Page 31 Jfourib ifornt Allstrom, Marjorie. . Blakeley, Bertha . . . Doren, Venicia. . . . Gregory, Patricia. . Lawrence. Helen . . . O’Brien, Garnet. . . Skiles, Elizabeth. . . Richardson, Jane. . . McSchoolcr, Harriet . .2503 Blaisdell Ave. . . 2200 Pillsbury Ave. .... Leamington Hotel ...1210 W. 22nd St. . .3140 James Ave. S. . . 3308 Portland Ave. . .1716 Colfax Ave. S. . . 3408 Irving Ave. S. .1801 Mt. Curve Ave. (Hljirh iFonu Daniels, Georgia. . . Eaton, Mary......... Heffelfinger. Jane. . Irey, Nell........... Jewett, Ann Wilder Law, Mary Ayr. . . McCaull, Carolyn. . Nash, Alice......... Pack, Eleanor. . . . Spratt, Catherine. . _____1729 Park Ave. . .2718 Pillsbury Ave. .....220 1st Ave. S. ..401 Groveland Ave. 1816 Fremont Ave. S. . . .2310 Stevens Ave. .....2750 Park Ave. ..310 Groveland Ave. . . . .923 Summit Ave. . . . . 209 Clifton Ave. 1 Q__1 r p gc 33 9X a z2 I e x ecunh J[orm .....82 Willow St. . .1907 Irving Ave. S. . .2215 Irving Ave. S. ........Plaza Hotel ... .2312 1st Ave. S. .... 304 E. 48th St. 3200 Lyndale Ave. S. . . . .209 Clifton Ave. Bailey, Barbara . . . Burton, Anna Myra Fowler, Betty....... Long, Betty........ Morison, Janet. . . . Ogden. Lucille Little, Virginia Spratt, Margaret. . iftrst Jfurm Burton, Mary......... Carpenter, Dorothy. Courtnay, Adreinne. Jewett, Betty........ Jewett, Louise....... Kent, Marion......... Velie. Kate.......... Scott, Helen......... Strachauer, Herman Bergsing, Grace. . . Newhall, Margaret. . . . .2109 Blaisdell Ave. ..........414 S. 8th St. 1968 Kenwood Parkway ......116 Oak Grove St. .1816 Fremont Ave. S. ......1404 W. Franklin ......225 Clifton Ave. . . . .333 Oak Grove St. . . . .227 Oak Grove St. ....1207 Knox Ave. N. ......1518 W. 26th St. r Page 35 e. ( 7 a i I e r lEmhergarien . 308 Ridgewood Ave. .1772 Dupont Ave. S. 71 7 Kenwood Parkway ....2121 Park Ave. .1935 Dupont Ave. S. ....Maryland Hotel . . . 2606 Irving Ave. S. .....401 Groveland . . 3032 James Ave. S. . .2845 Irving Ave. S. ....2312 1 st Ave. S. . . 3308 Portland Ave. ...1601 W. 27th St. . .2301 Pillsbury Ave. .'. . 333 Oak Grove St. .. 2412 W. 24th St. ....2541 3rd Ave. S. . .2407 Girard Ave. S. . .2717 Irving Ave. S. .234 Ridgewood Ave. . . 1807 Dupont Ave. S. ..1807 Dupont Ave. S. .... Leamington Hotel ..2011 Pillsbury Ave. .... 21 5 Clifton Ave. Atkinson, Mary Barrett, Roger. . . . Brewster, Priscilla. . Crosby. George Dow, Barbara.... Hanson, Charlotte. . Harris, Stephen. . . . Ireys, John......... Levis, Jane......... McCreery, Janette. . Morison, Mary.... O’Brien, Mildred. . Peterson. Donald . . . Robinson. Jane. . . . Scott. Mary......... Skiles, Kate........ Smith. Edna Lou. . Tscharner, Elizabeth Tunnell, Helen.... Van Slyke, Nancy. . Wales, Martin.... Wales. Robert.... Weisman, Frederick. Welles, Leonard Woodward, Jane. . . 1 Q__1 r Page 37 C7 a iter- literary Department LET THE CHINAMEN STARVE. The church was hot. the congregation sleepy, and the sermon on the work of the missionaries in China dry. I should have been interested, but I wasn’t. The words of the preacher were a mere jumble of incoherent sounds in my ears. I confess I liked better to watch him jerk back and forth in the pulpit as he bellowed out his phrases, and I fear I was more interested in the way he pounded his fists on the altar before him than in what he said. So gradually his words became like the faint, distant hum of an annoying insect. Then gradually this became indistinct. Reader, to you only shall I disclose the disgraceful fact that I fell asleep. But lest I commit myself to too much shame, and lest I overrate the stupidity of the sermon, which I afterwards heard was praised highly, I will say that the night before I had been to a late party. You see I have no faith in the proverb of He that is good at making excuses is seldom good at anything else. I awoke with a start. The sermon was over, and the congregation leaving. Hauling my hat over my eyes, in a ridiculous attempt to disguise my embarrassment at my shameful act. I rose and departed with the throng. Perhaps the faint titterings behind my back were merely phantoms of my imagination, but whether or no. it was a relief to hurry out, to be drawn deeply into the sweet, dark depths of night, and to feel her cool breath on my fiery face. I had gone a block when I stopped and gasped. The contribution! I was in the throes of sleep when the offering plates had been passed, and my meagre little bit had failed to be dropped in. My Quaker conscience stung me; my Puritan courage challenged me, I thought of bony Chinamen without even a spoonful of rice to soothe their gnawing stomachs, and with no firm religion to relieve their heathen anguish. I thought of all these things, and I turned back. The straight and narrow path for me. When I again entered the church, not a soul remained. I was relieved, for I had hoped to accomplish my small but vastly necessary act unseen, and I had not been without dread lest I should come across the sexton. But all was silent, almost sacredly silent, as I tremulously creaked up the long aisle, and deposited my share in the offering plate. What came over me just then I do not know. Perhaps as I chanced to glance up at St. John in the stained glass window above me. he breathed a something into my heart. At any rate, instead of leaving the hitherto intended amount, I emptied the entire contents of my pocket-book into the plate; and for your benefit, reader, I shall say that it was more than I ordinarily had about my person; it amounted, in fact, to twenty good, hard dollars. I fairly ran back down the aisle lest I should relent, and all my good intention be spoiled. When I reached the door, I was a little annoyed to find it closed. I attempted to open it. but it would not yield. I knew' at once what had happened. While I was occupied with my noble deed, the sexton had come, had probably forgotten to look into the church, or if he had. had stupidly not seen me. and had locked up for the night. My first impulse was to shriek, to stamp, to beat upon the closed door with i q i r Page 38 clenched fists. But what would clamor avail? So yielding to my second and wiser impulse, I sat down in one of the vacant, vast, still pews to await the coming of dawn. I will not harp on my feelings as I sat there, hemmed in by darkness all around. I seemed to be in the midst of a vast nothingness. I prayed for a mouse, for anything to relieve the ghastly silence. My prayer was answered. I distinctly heard the opening of the church door, and the stealthy tread of feet down the long aisle. Down, down they creaked, down, down to the sacred altar. The clank of coins set me in a panic. My money! My contribution! “By the gods of Olympus, I swore to myself, I will give my money to the starving Chinese or die in the attempt!” The footsteps stole back down the aisle, and I, shaking from head to foot, and striving to check the sound of my chattering teeth, and the excited laboring of my breath, tore off my shoes and THE LITTLE “Cara mia, cried the children to their small grandmother, seated restfully in the great armchair, “it has been ever and ever so long since you have told us a story, and you know such beautiful ones. “O, my dears,” was the gentle reply, “you have heard all my stories, and must be a-wcary of them. “No, no! they declared emphatically, tell us the story of the Little Countess. So the tale was once more repeated. oft-told, yet losing none of its charm. The full, yellow moon smiled placidly on dusty Venice, settled for its rest. All was silent save for the occasional ripple of waves, as a black gondola slid swiftly by on the Canalazzo, or Grand Canal. But hark! What was that? Music? Why, of course, ’twas the evening of the 1 o crawled after the faint, bowed form of the thief. Out into the night we went. I and my prey. My stockinged feet ached from the contact with the cold, hard pavement, but I would not. I could not give up. On, on we went, down a labyrinth of dirty, narrow, winding streets; on, on into the very worst, the filthiest of the slum districts. At last a dilapidated, evil-looking tenement building loomed up in the dark. He entered. I followed. Up three flights of a steep, narrow staircase, I barely avoiding stumbling over the rotting steps, we went. He stopped at last, to the relief of my galloping pulse. He opened a door, went in, and closed it after him. But I had seen enough. As I staggered down the broken steps, a vision of a woman, a ghastly, shocking, anemic bundle of bones and rags, and three little white, starved faces with great, hollow eyes arose before me. The old Chinamen can starve for all I care. I muttered. Alice Lindley. Form XII. COUNTESS. great ball in the Palazzo Ducale. where the beautiful Countess Leonore di Viva-rini was to be presented at court. Through the delicately sculptured Gothic windows could be seen the forms of the dancers— the billowing richness of the court ladies, and the foppish extravagance of the gallants, as they swayed back and forth through the intricate steps of the dance. The Countess Leonore smiled graciously upon her little court, quaintly shy at the splendor, accustomed as she was to the bare walls of the convent, and yet coquettishly enjoying the power which her beauty gave her. “Beautiful Countess, whispered a courtier. there never has been one so fair or so courted as you. Sweet lady. I lay mv humble heart at your feet! “Oh. sighed the little Countess, bliss- i r Page 39 9Xe, CTa r fully, unused to such speeches, I—I’m afraid that you do not mean that.” Whereupon everybody softly applauded her, declaring that they had never heard anything quite so exquisitely naive. As a gallant was conducting Leonore through the huge portals leading out upon the Piazzo, a man strode up to her, and spoke her name. “Why. Andrea. she cried softly. “I missed you at my ball. “May I speak with you for a moment, l eonore? he asked, and excusing herself to her former escort, the little Countess tripped off with Andrea. “There is so much to say,” he began, “and yet I cannot seem to find words. You do not seem like my camaradc of yesterday, when you would steal out from the convent at eve to meet me, and gather fruit from the neighboring trees.” Yes. Andrea, now am I a child no longer.” replied Leonore gravely, “and yet—it is so much fun! You haven’t admired me at all. but I shall show you what I have learned.” and daintily catching her beruffled skirts, she tripped lightly through the minuet, shaking her curls roguishly as she flitted to and fro. her slight figure sometimes nearly obliterated in the heavy twilight, and sometimes aglow under a torch. “You witch!” breathed Andrea, I swear by all the saints that I shall win you. I must, for if love alone could do it, long ago you should have been mine!” “Oh. Andrea, don’t!” cried the little Countess, catching her breath painfully, “you know what my father has said, that I am betrothed to Lord Cima da Boni-fazio. and that you are—a magistrate’s ft son. Aye, only a magistrate’s son, answered Andrea, “but one who lives only for you. whose very being throbs with wonder of you. Little Leonore. you love me. do you not? Then give heed. After the ball, bribe your father’s gondolier to take you to the Bridge of Sighs; there will I meet you. and we will run away.” l Q So little Leonore slipped quickly back to the Palazzo and to the revelry, which lasted far into the night. Finally the triumphant ball was ended, and the fleet of gondolas, slipping through the dusk, carried the merry-makers safely back to their abodes. The little Countess had made all of her preparations for the flight, and was just creeping down the grand staircase when her duenna stopped her. “Sainte Maria! she cried loudly. “What does this mean?” Without a moment’s hesitation Leonore gave the enraged lady a push into a massive wardrobe and turned the key, chuckling gleefully as she pictured her chaperon’s discomfiture. The duke’s gondola, loosed from the pali and carrying the little Leonore, glided swiftly from the Canalozzo into one of the smaller canals. The black water parted noiselessly before the carved bow of the boat, as it darted down the narrow passageway, flanked on each side by tall government buildings, to the dreaded Bridge of Sighs, so named because the condemned prisoners were marched across it on the way to their death. There Andrea met the little Countess. “Gracious lady, He whispered, “you have no regrets?” “Oh. no, my Andrea.” was the simple, child-like answer, “the Blessed Virgin will watch over and protect us. and —I love you!” So the beautiful little Countess stepped with her lover. Andrea, into the gondola. waiting to carry them to the land of roses and dreams. “And did she get there, I wonder?” asked little Ferdinand. I’m sure she did. dears.” was the answer. But. grandmother dear, how do you know?” questioned a tiny blue-eyed angel. “Because the little Countess, my loves, was I. Helen Carroll, Form XI. 1 7 -cyr Pm 40 YESTERDAY AND TODAY. On the trails of Kenwood Parkway As the sun was sinking low. Ran an Indian boy at play. With his arrow and his bow. This was years ago, my children. In the tale the poet tells. When Nokomis and her grandson Roamed by streams and through the dells. But today on Kenwood Parkway Are no Indian trails to view. Just a building tall and stately And a Northrop girl or tw'o. Where he whistled to the night-bird. List, their voices clear proclaim. They’ll complete their state’s old history With a page of Northrop Fame. Lois Heegaard. Form XI. i o l r -opr Page 41 LILY BINN. DETECTIVE. Lily sat on the front steps of their modest summer home and gazed off into the distance. Across the river were rows of beautiful bluffs, which, in the clear air. seemed outlined by a thin blue line. It was one of those beautiful days in late May when the air is so transparent that distant objects may almost be touched. On this particular morning the whole landscape was bright and cheerful, but Lily was just the opposite. She did not sec. much less appreciate, nature. The cause of her depression lay in a letter that she held in her hand. It was addressed to her mother, and began: “My dear Sister Ella. I he minute Lily had seen it she had known it was from Uncle John: and she had not been so pleased as she might have been. John Pettingill had been disappointed in love in his younger days, and, after having made a fortune, had retired to a club, where he lived alone with his valet. He was a crusty old gentleman in his sixties, who strongly disapproved of the way children were brought up these latter days. Every August, he visited the Binns. While he was there, the house had to be as quiet as a tomb, and if anything went wrong he began to scold. The letter said that owing to a recent illness, he would come to their home in the early part of June, to spend two months of complete rest. “Now why, scolded Lily, does he have to chose just this year to be here on my birthday, when mother had planned that lovely house party? Of course, that will have to be given up, and he will be all the worse on account of his ‘recent illness.’ Then mother will be so busy worrying about the meat for dinner that she won’t have a bit of time for me. and— oh well, what is the use? It has to be, so why not make the best of it?’’ Just then her mother called her. and she got up with a sigh, and walked into the house. 1 o Lily was at the door with her mother when the car drove up with Uncle John, a very dignified-looking valet, four or five suitcases, and a big roll of steamer rugs. When he got out of the car, his hat fell off, and he dropped his cane; this brought forth a volley of sharp commands that the valet meekly obeyed. Once landed, he addressed a curt greeting to Mrs. Binn and her daughter. Lily returned his greeting politely, and turned to look up the driveway. A look of surprise came over her face, for coming down the hill was Bess Martin on a new horse! Lily ran up the drive to meet her, and came down walking beside her. caressing the horse’s coat as she talked. Forgetting her uncle, she called, Do look here, mother, you must see him! Heh, what’s that? demanded her uncle, to the astonishment of all. a horse, eh? He deserted his baggage to come to the horse’s side. H’m. very fine horse, very fine. Reminds me somewhat of Adrian. Let me see him in action. Trot him ’round the circle once or twice —not so fast—that’s better. Good knee action—folds up well—good carriage. Very fine horse. Bring him around again some time when I have more time. And with that he marched into the house, leaving a very much astonished group gazing after him. Pour days later Lily emerged from her book, stood up. stretched and sauntered upstairs to put on her riding habit. Peter, the Moonshiner, had been interesting, all about plots to get liquor manufactured and exported without license. It was finished: now to something more active. After much teasing she had obtained Henry’s permission to ride Dixie, and she would try her out today. Henry was the family all-around man. who was greatly opposed to using carriage horses under saddle. i r Page 42 A few minutes later she came down ready for a ride. She went into the library to telephone to Bess Martin, and ask her to go riding. She was greatly astonished to find Henry at the ’phone, but she waited just outside the door. Henry seemed very much frightened, and would look all around every few minutes. Lily thought it better, therefore, to slip behind the curtain, where she heard the following conversation: “Any news from Kentucky? How much? Good! I’ll tell Si tonight. I got Hiram Jones to let us have his old shed there. Told him it was for some grain. I’ll get it down there all right. No one will find out. Oh, I ain’t a-goin’ to tell on nobody. I'm in just as bad as the rest. I’ll call up tomorrow.” Lily heard the receiver click as he hung it up. How fortunate! That she should just have finished reading the book of books to help her to understand his villainy. Yes, undoubtedly Henry was one of the plotters. She stepped boldly into the room. “Saddle Dixie, please, Henry, she said as calmly as she could. A startled look came over his face, which, as he hesitated, changed to one of guilt. “Yes, miss, he stammered, and fled from the room. Lily ran to her mother. “Mother, I’m sure Henry’s up to something! She flung herself into a chair, and without waiting to get her breath, plunged into a sea of words. “You know I said there was something queer about him, and now I know it. I just caught him in the library now, mother, talking on the telephone. And such a queer conversation! Mother, I’m sure he’s connected with that liquor selling in Kentucky! I’ve just finished that book, Pete, the Moonshiner, that tells all about it. And he’s acting cxactlthe way they do in the book, mother. Oh, I just £non there’s something wrong about him! She stopped only because she had no more breath. Her mother dropped her sewing and watched her. “What has got into you, Lily? she asked at last. I have never seen such an imagination! I’m sorry I ever let you read that book if it affected you that way. There’s nothing wrong with Henry, I know, so you just run along now, and forget it.” Lily rose and started for the door. “All the same,” she said slowly, “I can’t forget that he’s ‘in as bad as the rest.’ ’ Two weeks had passed, and Lily sat again on the steps looking straight ahead, but seeing nothing. Uncle John had been acting strangely, very strangely, in fact. He was just as cross and abrupt as ever, if not worse. But he acted so suspiciously! Several times she had seen him talking earnestly to Henry. More than once she had been sent to bring Henry to him. She hated to think that he was in any way connected with Henry and his plots. He couldn’t be. She surely was mistaken. Why, he was one of the family! Even mother laughed at her suspicions, and closed the subject as quickly as she could whenever Lily mentioned it to her. It certainly was strange, but she would solve it some way. The telephone rang and Lily ran to answer it. It was a telegram for Mr. Pettingill. Lily stayed just outside the door to listen. She could not afford to miss anything now. For a minute there was silence, then her uncle’s voice, “Well, of all the— Here! Send back this answer right away. ‘Will send special car if necessary. Must have it up here in two days. Plans will fall through if we don’t.’ Got it? Yes, that’s right. Lily’s heart turned a double somersault. Now it was evident that her Uncle John was ‘in as bad as the rest,’ i q i r •XKT Page 43 too. What could it mean? No, there was only one answer, the two men were connected with those awful people in Kentucky. And to think that they should have such people in their house! She rushed to the bookcase and pulled out Pete, the Moonshiner. Then she fled to the orchard to read it for the twentieth time. After breakfast, on the morning of her birthday, she sauntered out through the library to the porch, and opened the door. But she got no farther. Tied to the post was the dearest little horse she had ever seen. She gave one long look, then rushed out and threw her arms around its neck. When she finally looked up she found a note tied to the bridle. It read. “From Uncle John in payment for the house party you gave up for him.” “Oh! breathed Lily, “was that it? Well, I don’t think I’ll ever make a fortune as a detective! Oh. Uncle John. she called as he appeared in the doorway, “I can’t begin to thank— “Never mind the thanks.’’ he interrupted, “just hop on, and try her out. See how you like her. Carlene Crangle, Form X. IN THE YEARS THAT ARETO BE. I. I remember, I remember The school to which I went; The place toward which, at early morn. My lagging steps I bent. The sun was always up too soon; How long I thought each day! Yet now like wind those precious hours Would quickly speed away. II. I remember, I remember The hours in chapel spent; The hymns in which, with rev’rent joy. Our voices clear we blent. My heart rose strong to heaven then. ’Tho now ’tis spent and sad. O would that now my spirit owned The wings that once it had! III. I remember, I remember The girls, a bright array. The playful and the studious, The quiet and the gay. How precious are the memories Of hours I spent with each. How dear the lessons they have taught. Which only love can teach. IV. Thus as I watch with misty eye Bright visions of my past. I say, as many another has, “Those sweet days could not last! Yes, they are gone; I only gaze Deep into memory’s pool, Where floats the tenderest scene of all— Our dear old Northrop School. Mary Jordan. Form XI. i Q i r Page 44 LAZY JACK. TRAMP. Come now, move along. Lazy Jack.” said a policeman, emphasizing his remark by poking the disreputable looking tramp with his club. Move along. I said, and if I find you sleeping on park benches again, you will regret it. Lazy Jack. the well-known tramp, at least to the police force of Boston, slowly got to his feet, and rambled, with a sullen look, across the park, heading for the down-town section. He was really quite a character in his dilapidated, patched blue overalls and bright red shirt, with a dingy black felt hat decorated with a red and green plaid band. He had once been a gentleman, but after losing his money, not wanting or knowing how to work, he kept on living in his former luxurious manner, incurring more debts every day. At last the authorities took him in hand, sold his property to pay his debts, and turned him out of house and home. Once in a while he would do a little work for a meal, but he spent most of his time sleeping on park benches and begging at backdoors. Several times the policemen had taken him to court, and he had remained in jail for a few weeks; but he was always just as bad when he got out as before. Now he drifted along the streets, stopping to watch things here and there, until he came to a place where a bridge was being built across some railway tracks. Here he leaned against a lamp post, and lazily watched the other men work, never once thinking that he himself might be doing something. After a little while a small boy rushed past Lazy Jack upon the yet unfinished bridge. Apparently the child was heading for some men who were away out on the end, beyond calling distance. He soon came to a platform, from which only two narrow iron bars extended to the next platform, six feet away. He must walk one bar; the other was too far away. He hesitated for an instant, then started on. at first firmly, then with a dizzy wavering. Suddenly he threw up both arms and toppled over, but, by one chance in a hundred, across the other bar. It would go very hard with the child if someone did not come soon, for he was stunned by his fall, and was gradually slipping off the narrow bar. Lazy Jack, who alone saw him fall, suddenly took interest in the proceedings and started for the boy. He suffered more real fear than ever before in his life. Could he possibly reach that tiny little figure, lying so limp at that dizzy height? As soon as he came to the bar, he sat down, and straddling it, slowly crawled out to the place where the child was lying. Two hours afterwards when the men came in for lunch, they found the tramp still straddling the bar, desperately clutching it with one hand and holding the boy with the other. As soon as the rescuer and the rescued had been helped to solid ground, in spite of many protests and offers of reward from the boy’s father. Lazy Jack slumped off into the back alleys and dirty streets, with his usual shuffle. Margaret Crosby, Form XI. i q i r Page 46 THE FIRE-FAIRY. She laughs on the hearthstone; She leaps on the lea; She flashes her warning From lighthouse to sea; In myriad candles She twinkles her cheer; She lights in the Christ-child. And greets the new year. She roars from the furnace Like a lion in his den; She lends her great pow’r To the cunning of men; She glows in their forges; She whitens their steel; She weaves them their clothing. And grinds out their meal. She sweeps through their dwellings. And leaps to the sky; Unrestrained in her fury She reaches on high. From the mouth of the cannon, ’Mid tumult and roar. She flashes her lightning— The death-flame of war! Elizabeth Vincent. Form X. AN UNEXPECTED SUMMER. June 3.—It is really settled, and we are all going to Alaska this summer. Just two more exams. Commencement, and then vacation! Hooray! I am going to keep a long diary all summer. Then, when I am old, I can read to my grandchildren all about my wonderful Alaskan summer. June 6.—I don’t care. It’s too bad. Just because I didn’t pass that beastly exam., I have to stay home all summer, and study. I won’t do it! I usually have a nice time at Aunt Marion’s, but a whole summer there, oh! June 20.—Here I am at Aunt Marion’s. I think dad and mother are certainly mighty mean to me. to go off and 1 o leave me. My room here is sort of cute, all blue and white, but I’d much rather go to Alaska. Just think of missing it. The place out here is rather nice, but it might be improved if there was something definite to do. Nobody but grown people near. Most of my friends are away this summer, any how. Miss Ellis is coming out here every morning to teach me Latin. She doesn’t seem very interesting, but she’s quite pretty. I don’t like the way she does her hair. July 5.—The Fourth was quite dull. I didn’t have any lessons, and I quite missed them. I never believed I could. July 9.—It’s raining, has been raining, is about to be raining, will rain, i r Page 47 rained, and is about to have rained. I am tired of everything. Here’s Miss Ellis now. Latin! She stayed to lunch, because Aunt Marion said that it was raining too hard for her to go home. And she is so interesting! She told me all about the children at the Community House, and all about the work which she is doing. If it should ever stop raining. I might invite some of them out for a while. Only I do hate dirty children. July 16.—I had some out Thursday, and how they enjoyed it. Two poor little mites had never seen a brook before, and immediately sat down in the middle of it I picked them out. and rigged up something for them to wear. Next Thursday I am going to have some more out. July 23.—I had another bunch of children out. Isn’t it funny, they didn’t seem so dirty, or at least, I didn’t mind it? I am probably getting hardened to it. Well, to get down to business: A most adorable child, named Fanny something or other, was here. I was just crazy about her, and also crazy to bob her hair. We got word that her father had been killed just when she was eating lunch. He had been so good to her. and she was so broken up. I couldn't bear to have her go to an asylum, so Aunt Marion said I could keep her over night. Then I bobbed her hair. She was the most adorable thing! July 25.—Miss E. found a nice couple, rather well-to-do. They said they had been looking for a nice child, and took Fanny. They said they liked her hair bobbed, too. I am going to take my Latin exam, tomorrow. I’ve got to pass. Miss Ellis is sure that I will. If I do I'll telegraph dad and mother, and maybe I can go up to meet them in Alaska. July 27.—I passed! And what’s more, who do you suppose came on this morning’s train? Dad and mother! They said they didn’t wish to stay in Alaska, so dad finished his business, and they came right home. We’re going on a trip, we three, to the Pacific Coast, and spend August and half of September there. August 2.—Here we are at the seashore, for over a month. I get letters from Miss Ellis and Mr. and Mrs. Hall about twice a week. I met a girl by the name of Alice Town. She’s lots of fun. I am doing my hair up now. There is no time to write in this diary, so I’ll stop for this summer. Maybe next year I’ll keep another journal, entitled. I hope, My Alaskan Summer.” Rosemary Zonne, Form X. REVERIES AT NIGHT-TIME. At night when I’m really lying asleep. And my mind is drowsy and slumbering deep. My thoughts speed away on the wings of the wind To a wonderful kingdom I have o’er the brine. Tis a mystical, beautiful land of flowers. Shade trees and hedges, nooks and bowers. Gold and white daisies and mignonettes, Jesamine and lilies and shy violets. 1 O I am the queen of this mystical land; And with one word of my fairy command I sway all the spirits of land and sea. Till they come and wait to do homage to me. But I know before long that I must go back To the humdrum land of the day, alack! And I long for the night, for then it is time To return to the land of my fairy dream clime. Betty Carnahan, Form IX. i r P.ge 48 A JUTLAND HERO. Both fleets were moving at full speed. ‘‘Tipperary is sinking,” came the shouts from above as we flew along in the fog. A German ship took fire. Soon after. Queen Mary, one of the finest battleships in the British fleet, was hit; but her superb markmanship took heavy toll of the enemy before sinking. The shots were coming close around us. The German gunnery was excellent at first, but when things went ill with them, they began shooting wildly. Many ships, cruisers and destroyers went down on both sides, though more of the German than British. Soon it was our turn, for a shot struck the Black Prince. There was no time to lower boats, for she was sinking rapidly; so we jumped overboard. I started to swim. It was in the very center of the battle, and in the skirmish I was picked up by a German cruiser. They were going to bind me and put me down below, but I imitated Sir Richard Grenville. “I stood upon their decks and I cried: I have fought for King and Faith, like a gallant man and true; I have done my duty as a man is bound to do; With a joyful—” I hey made a grab for me, but I took one leap and jumped into the water. They shot but missed me. I he German fleet then began to flee, and I was picked up by the British flagship, Iron Duke, as she followed. It was 1 o not long, however, before we turned back, as we had come to the mine fields. We got to port without further excitement. There I, being the only survivor of the Black Prince, told my story. In a sea fight all officers and even the admiral are in the midst of the struggle and with the men all the time, so that many stories were told by both officers and men, but part of the write-up by John Buchan, which brings in a part of Admiral Sir John Jellicoe’s description, will show you best how our men fight: “No less conspicuous than the leadership was the amazing fighting quality of the British sailors. It was more than a century since Britain had had the opportunity of a first-class naval action, and it may confidentially be said that not even at Trafalgar did the spirit of her seamen shine more brightly. The story of the fighting of a battleship like Marlborough, a cruiser like Southampton and destroyers like Tipperary, Onslow and Defender will become part of our national rhetoric. Such a spirit is best praised not in the literary epithets of the historian, but in the simple and heartfelt tribute of the man who guided it. ‘The conduct of officers and men,’ wrote Sir John Jellicoe, ‘throughout the day and night actions was entirely beyond praise. No words of mine can do them justice. On all sides it is reported to me that the glorious traditions of the past were most worthily upheld, whether in 1 7 Page 49 heavy ships, cruisers, light cruisers, or destroyers—the same admirable spirit prevailed. Officers and men were cool and determined, with a cheeriness that would take them through anything. The heroism of the wounded was the admiration of all. I cannot adequately express the pride with which the spirit of the fleet filled me.’ ” The Jutland battle is the greatest victory ever won at sea, and— Britannia still rules the waves, Britons never, never shall be slaves. Blanche MacRae, Form IX. THE LETTER OF A BELGIAN GIRL TO DOROTHY DARE OF BOSTON. Pierre Village. Jan. 10. 1916. My Dear Benefactor: We received your letter and box full of Christmas gifts. I cannot thank you enough for all you have done, but I am sure you would have felt fully repaid if you had seen the pleasure the toys gave to my younger brothers and sister. The clothing will keep us very warm during these cold winter months. I am the oldest child at home now, for my two brothers are fighting in the trenches against the Germans. My dear father was killed in the battle of Liege. The news of his death came to us one morning while we were at breakfast. It was a terrible shock and loss to my mother, and she has not yet fully recovered. My two younger brothers and my baby sister were, however. too small to realize what a great misfortune had befallen us, and they keep asking, When is daddy coming home? Perhaps you would like to know how we had to flee from our beautiful home in Liege to this little hut in Pierre Village, which we now inhabit. One warm day in spring, as my two brothers and I were coming home from the store, we heard a loud rumble which sounded like thunder in the distance. But we soon began to notice all the people pouring out of their houses and running frantically up the street, crying in terrified voices, Flee for your life! The Germans are coming! I then realized that we were in great . 1 o danger, and grasping my brothers’ hands. I hurried them home. There I found my mother and the servants with all our horses saddled ready to start on our flight. We were off. realizing only that we would never see our dear home again. We cut across fields and through marshes until we finally reached the forest. where we were able to stop only long enough to rest our tired horses, for mother insisted on continuing until we came to this small village in France, inhabited by a few of our dear Belgian people, who were lucky enough to escape from the enemy. We managed to find a small one-roomed hut, where we live safely but in very crowded quarters. The people in this village are all very kind to us. and try their best to cheer mother up. I don’t believe you Americans can possibly realize the great suffering of this terrible war. We hope that when it is over we will have a chance to thank the dear American people for all they have done for us. And we hope and pray that you may not be drawn into this war. which is killing all our men and boys. My mother joins me in thanking you again for all you are doing for us. I remain your loving little Belgian friend, Hattie Lemaire. Ruth Bovey and Margaret Dewey, Form IX. i r q r Pag 50 a i I e r fciqhth Jjurnr There is a class in Northrop School Which always does its best. In basketball and other things We often beat the rest. MY FAVORITE My favorite amusement is impersonating different characters from books or plays. After I have read a book, the first thing I do is to impersonate the heroine. I make a picture in my mind of her and how she was dressed. Sometimes I am the heroine in a book for days and even weeks at a time. I make her do things that the author would not think of. When I had first read ’’The Utile Coloner' series. I was Lloyd Sherman for months. I thought, acted, and lived Lloyd Sherman. If I cannot do the part alone, I use my baby dolls and even beg the members of the family to play a part in these performances. When the heroine is pictured, she is always different from my ideas and then I am very much displeased and disappointed. Going to plays has much the same effect. I remember when I went to see Louisa Alcott’s “Little IVomen at the Metropolitan theater. The play was utterly spoiled for me. I had read the But then we always stop in time. And never go too far. And that’s the reason Miss Tuxbury says The Eighth Form is her “star.” Barstow Barton. Ruth Schermerhorn. AMUSEMENT. book and made my pictures of the characters, and when I saw them, they were not at all as I imagined them to be. Jo was not so rough in my imagination. Meg was too gentle in the play. Beth was too healthy looking, and Amy was too particular. Of course, I always have to dress for my part. Old jewelry and veils are the most precious things in these plays. Bits of plumes, velvet and ribbon are also very welcome. When I am a queen, I must have a train. I have a piece of old cloth that I use for my train. I was going to use it as a doll blanket, but I changed my mind. I have a red bandana jacket which I use as a Chinese evening wrap. When I impersonate these people, I don’t speak out loud, but those around me say that I go about whispering to myself. They say that I make motions and look as if I were crazy. But I take great pleasure in it just the same. Ruth Schermerhorn. OUR ALPHABET. E is for Elizabeth, captain of our team. I is for intelligence, with which we all beam. G is for giggling, which we do more or less. H is honesty, which I’m quite sure we all possess. T is thoughts, may they never be wrong. H is humor; there is some in this song. 1 o F is for fairness which we have not lost yet. 0 equals order, a good example to set. R means regret that we haven’t more time. M means much more we could add to this rhyme. The Class. 1 r Pag 52 efatttlt JFornt MY AMBITION. A Red Cross nurse I want to be. And heal the soldiers over the sea; They are fearfully wounded and many die; Yet bravely they’re fighting, who can deny? And then, at last, when victory’s won And I come back home, my duty done, I’ll not forget to still be kind. To the poor and the sick, the lame and the blind. A PRACTICAL GHOST. One quiet summer evening all the Pendletons except Uncle George, went for an automobile ride. Uncle George nearly always preferred to stay at home and read. In fact, he often stayed up in the library for days at a time poring over his books. At the end of such a season of seclusion he would often surprise the family by appearing in the dress of some favorite character. At the time of my story he had been reading a book about ghosts and had suddenly decided that to dress as a specter would be a clever idea. So he stayed at home from the ride in order to frighten and surprise the family upon their return. While he was upstairs inventing a costume two burglars crept in at the open dining-room window and were well supplied with the family silver when Uncle George at the head of the stairs suddenly turned the lights low and began to come down the dimly-lighted steps. The burglars turned suddenly. One look at the white figure half way down the stairway was enough. They dropped all they had gathered together and left by way of the open window even faster than they had come. A moment later the Pendletons returned. “What in the world —?’’ said Mrs. Pendleton, as she walked into the dining-room where Uncle George, still in his ghostly garments, was rapidly replacing the family silver. He soon told what he had seen. “You have some queer ideas, George,” said Mr. Pendleton later, “but tonight you have turned one of them to practical account. If tomorrow night you succeed in giving us a real fright by appearing as a ghost, I shall be the last to begrudge you the pleasure. Eleanor Kingman. 1 q i r Page 53 97L C7° a i I e r A QUEER MISTAKE. Queer things happen in this world. The other morning when I had finished breakfast I went into the library to glance over the paper before going to school. Suddenly my eye fell upon something which reminded me that I had intended to invite my friend to luncheon. I reached for the telephone. What was the number? South—3934? Yes, that was it. I took up the receiver and gave the number to Central. “Hello, came through the telephone in a rather cross tone, I thought. “Hello. Is Adele there?” Yes, this is Adele.” The voice did not sound like Adele’s, but that, I thought, was due to noise on the wires. Adele. can you come over to luncheon? Who is this talking1” Why, this is Eleanor. Don’t you know my voice? “No, I'm sure I don’t. You must have the wrong number.” This is Adele Hodgman, isn’t it? I asked, somewhat impatiently. “No. it isn’t,” the voice snapped and immediately the receiver was hung up. So I did have the wrong number, after all. The queer thing about it was that it brought an Adele to the telephone. Eleanor Blakeley. Sixth jFnnu (y Cj ] MY HOLIDAY TIME. Holiday times are always welcome. This Christmas holiday came before I had really thought it possible, as we had had Thanksgiving only a little while before. Of course, Christmas is the best day of all the year. What fun there was in getting presents off and receiving them, wondering what could be in the different and oddly shaped packages, and trying to guess what father and mother had hidden away. After the excitement of Christmas was over and presents enjoyed, we had a few extra good times planned. One of these was a luncheon and matinee party. Mother had invited a lady and her two children. Armah Margaret, eight years old. and Leonard, four. When the day arrived, I was given the pleasure of buying the flowers and candy, and arranging the table. After I had done that. I dressed and then could scarcely wait for our company to arrive. They came at one o’clock, and after greetings were over and wraps off, we went down to luncheon. Leonard enjoyed the long hall to run in and the ride down in the elevator. He is an extra lively boy and his mother calls him Thomas Edison, Jr. All went nicely at the luncheon. Leonard said to the waiter, You are a nice little man.” This seemed to please the waiter very much. It was time to go to the theater as soon as we had finished. We arrived just in time to be seated, when the curtain went up, for the play, “Babes in Toyland Leonard was quiet all the time, much to our surprise. He talks of the play yet and says, I don't like the grandpa, he is all blooded. It was too late when the matinee was over for them to go home with us. so we took them to their home. They wanted us to come in and see their musical Christmas tree. Armah Margaret took me upstairs and showed me all her pretty gifts. We did not stay 1 q i r nyr p gc 55 long, as it was getting late and father likes to have us home to eat dinner with him at six o’clock. After we had dinner, father said. I have a treat. His treat was a trip to the Orphcum theater, and who should be WHEN I BELIEVED When I was a very little girl, just big enough to understand about it, my daddy would take me on his knee and tell me all about Santa Claus, who traveled in a sleigh and would come down the chimney to put toys into my stocking. I always thought that he was a very kind, jolly man, because, when I was very small, my mother took me to a store and there was a man there dressed like him, and he took me up in his arms and asked me my name; so the idea that I have always carried was that he was short and stout with rosy cheeks and a very red nose. He also wore a red coat and hat in the row in front of us but Miss Bickel-haupt. I think she enjoyed the performance very much, as she laughed often. This was one of my best days of the holiday time. Virginia Capron. IN SANTA CLAUS. with collar and cuffs of white fur. The picture was formed from the pretend Santa Claus in the store. One day I asked my mother if there really was a Santa Claus, and she took me into her room and told me that there was not a real Santa Claus, but that it was the spirit of Christmas in people’s hearts, which made them give presents at Christmas time. It made me feel sad. and yet it made me feel happy, too. to think that my father and mother had done so much for me all those years, and yet had given all the credit to Santa Claus for their loving acts. Ruth Kent. JFurm SPRING. Spring was a little fairy that lived in a beautiful forest. She always was happy and cheerful. One day when I was walking through the forest I heard a sweet voice singing. I stopped and listened. The music seemed to come from a little house. Being tired I sat down to rest. Pretty soon a little fairy asked me to come in the house. As we stepped in I saw a bed of roses and lilies. The floor was made of leaves. A lot of little maidens brought me some tea and said, Come and have some tea, we see you are tired.” After I had eaten she told me that Summer” was her cousin. At sunset she told me her name was Spring.” She made me promise not to tell this secret. I heard a voice calling me to awake and found that my adventure into fairyland was only a dream. June Warnock. AN EXCURSION TO A SAW-MILL. When you get to the sawmill, the first thing you will see is a long slide with chains on it going down to the river. There are hooks on the chain which hook onto the log and carry it up to the mill. The log runs along until it comes to two i q i r Page 56 kickers, one on each side of the track. One kicks the log to one side on some rollers. Now. if the man in the mill wanted to have the log go to the other side, he would pull the kicker on that side. The log rolls along until it comes to a log stop, which holds it until the carriage comes. The log stop then goes down and the log rolls on to the carriage, which takes it through a large saw that cuts off one side of the log. This is repeated until all four sides are cut off. The log. in its new condition,, goes to the band or gang saws. The band saw cuts the best lumber and the gang saws cut the lumber that is not so good. The gang saws are a lot of saws a little way away from each other. They can be set at any distance apart. The band saw is a single saw. The plank, after going through the band saw or gang saws, now goes to the edger. The edger smooths off the long edges of the plank. After going through the edger, the plank now goes to the trimmer. The trimmer smooths off the ends, and takes out bad places. When it goes through the trimmer the plank is loaded in a little cart and is taken down to the lumber yard. Jane King. -Fourth Form J ’HOW TO PLANT A NARCISSUS BULB. First you get the pot. Then you water it. After you water it you get some drainage material and put it in the pot. The drainage material lets the extra water go out of the hole at the bottom and keeps the dirt from going out. After you do that you put some soil about half way up to the top of the pot. ®birb The next thing you do is to put the bulbs in. You must remember to put the pointed part to the top. Then you cover the bulbs with soil. You must not fill it up to the top. Leave a little space so you can water it. Next water it. Then you take the pot down in the basement. Garnet O’Brien. (Sfonit THE STORY OF TWO UMBRELLAS. Once upon a time there were two umbrellas in a stand. One was shabby and the other was handsome looking. The nice one said to the other one, “You look so shabby. Why don’t you buy yourself decent clothes?’’ “That is very cruel to say, said the other one crying. “I can’t help it. My mistress won’t buy me a new cover.’’ Afterwards the nice one became old and the other one had a new cover. But the one that was old before was too kind to say anything unkind to the other one. That was the way the story ended. Eleanor Pack. i q i r Page 57 TWO LITTLE Mary and Bobby were brother and sister. One day Mary and Bobby went out to play. Mary spied some berries and said, Let us eat these berries.” Soon the nurse came out and said, Don't eat those berries.” But they would not listen to her and went right to work and Jforni CHILDREN. did it. Then they got sick and had to go to the doctor. And he gave them some medicine. And they felt sicker, but after a while they felt better and better, and after a while they were well. Mary went out to play, and Bobby, too. Margaret Spratt. A LITTLE GIRL. A little named Mary lived by herself. There was a lake and she went swimming pretty nearly every day. One day when she was swimming she felt something pinch her toes. When she looked down in the water she saw a crab. Then she tried to pull her foot away but she could not. But after a while she got it away. Then she lived happily ever afterwards. Annahmira Burton. trst Jfarat OUR PLANT IN BLOSSOM. The Chinese lily plant has very slim leaves. And it has long leaves. The stems are green. It has buds and flowers. The flower is star-shaped. It has few petals. And they are white. The petals grow together and make a yellow cup. The cup is inside the sepals. The flower has some little stems with boxes that have pollen. Stamen is the name of these stems with pollen. The pollen is yellow. The pollen falls down and helps the seeds to grow. The seeds are on a stem inside the pistil. Some bulbs have yellow blossoms. Class Composition. MARCH WIND STORY. Once there was a little girl and little boy and they went out doors and they 1 Q did not know the wind was so blowy, but the wind came along and blew the little boy’s hat off and when the little girl tried to take a step the wind blew her backwards, and she tried to get the hat and the wind took off the little girl’s hat. The wind was full of tricks and then they went running home. Helen Scott. ANOTHER MARCH WIND STORY. Once there was a little boy and he was going to fly his kite and there was no wind then and he wanted it to go up. and he asked for the wind. It came, and the wind took his cap and his kite, too. Kate Velie. i r -op Page 58 Wqt liinhergarten THE ART OF CONVERSATION. There are those who believe that the art is a lost one. Perhaps it has been lost by grown-ups. and found by children of kindergarten age. No event so commonplace but calls forth a comment from some child. No comment so simple but prompts others slightly different from the group. A judicious question by a grown-up at the proper moment leads some child to an elaboration of some aspect of the conversation. A child, feeling the incompleteness of the explanation, puts a query which brings forth more information. Conver- Srntc—llimclictm (Time. First Child—I drink water at breakfast. Second Child—I drink milk. Third Child—My grandmother gives me buttermilk. sation. like studying books, is valuable but a second-hand kind of experiencing. Second-hand experience is worth while, insofar as it is supplemented or preceded by first-hand experience. The following conversation led from first through second back to first-hand experience. Butter was made in a clean wide-mouthed bottle with a well-fitting cork. Fifteen minutes of vigorous shaking and the butter had come. Butter and buttermilk of one’s own making have wonderful flavors in one’s childhood days. (The tuntrr tune briny paseeb. Second Child—Oh, but I drink sweet milk. Fourth Child—I drink cow’s milk. Fifth Child—I drink bottle milk. The Kindergartner—Where do these i q i r cyr Page 59 o a i 2 e rr different kinds of milk come from? Chorus of Children—From the milkman. The Boy—Well, I know where buttermilk comes from. You put cream in a churn and you churn it and churn it and pretty soon there is butter and buttermilk. The Kindergartner—That is all true. But where does the cream come from that is put into the churn? A Girl—It is skimmed off the milk. The Kindergartner—But where does this milk come from? The Boy—The cow. Another Boy—Where docs the cow get the milk? The Boy—You see, the cow eats grass and swallows it and then it comes up and she chews it and chews it and when she swallows it again it makes milk. The Kindergartner—Does the cow swallow anything else that might help to make milk? The Boy—I have seen her drink water. The Kindergartner—Yes, both her food and her drink help to make the milk. The Boy—Yes, and I know how they get the milk from the cow. The milkman puts a bucket under her and squeezes the milk bag to make the milk come. The Kindergartner—The milkman presses the udders of the milk bag, sending the streams of white milk into the pail. Some day we will have cream skimmed from milk that the cow gives. We will put it into a bottle and shake it well and see what happens to it. A Child—Will it turn to butter? The Kindergartner—We’ll wait to see. i q i r ■Hjtr P.g 60 e r THE TATLER BOARD Editor-in-Chief...........................Miriam McHugh Business Manager.........................CHARLOTTE LlNDLEY Advertising Manager.....................EDITH ScHIBSBY Assistant Editor........................Helen Carroll Assistant Business Manager..................Mary Nash Assistant Advertising Manager . . KATHERINE Dalrymple CLASS REPRESENTATIVES Collegiate.................................KARIN Van Pyk Twelfth Form . CORINNE DlCKEY Eleventh Form............................CONSTANCE ZoNNE Tenth Form................................Rosemary Zonne Ninth Form...............................Mary Huntington Eighth Form...........................Mary Heffelfinger Seventh Form........................................JANE FoOTE Sixth Form.......................................Pauline Seidel ADVISORY BOARD Miss Eunice J. Cleveland Miss Eva M. Smith 1 Q 1 7 -flpr Page 62 THE MEANING OF TRADITION Northrop School has begun its career. The beautiful building, which the trustees promised us, has been erected, and has far surpassed our expectations. Miss Carse was selected to be our head and guiding spirit, and she in turn has chosen a faculty that we all love and admire. These things have all been done for us; now there is something which we can do for ourselves. School-life is not complete without traditions. How empty would our calendar seem without Christmas, the Fourth of July, and Thanksgiving Day; and how much emptier our school life without the Junior Vaudeville, the Senior Play, and the Junior Prom. From the time we are in the Preparatory Department we look forward to these events as milestones in our lives, and so they are. No girl, I firmly believe, has had her share of school life unless she has at some time decorated the gymnasium for a party, or forgetten at least a little bit of her part in some performance. Now n c are establishing the traditions for Northrop School. That institution is not very old yet. and the girls who are its pupils, while it is setting its standards, are the ones who will establish its traditions. By traditions I do not mean silly fads which last only for a time and are then forgotten. Knitting or “crushes” would hardly be called traditions. In fact, the only things which are worthy of that name are things worth while enough to last. Many silly or undesirable practices might become traditional if the students allowed them to. It is our duty and responsibility not only to discover as many things worthy of being traditions as possible, and to establish them, but also to eliminate any practice which at any time we might regret having made a custom. THE LIBRARY One of the most beautiful rooms in our new building, one which we are very proud of, is the library. The chapel window, the paneling, the pictures, and the statues all lend a charm to the place which is felt by everyone who enters it. The memorial of the class of 1915, a mahogany grandfather’s clock, stands in one corner with its pendulum swaying forever to and fro, marking the passage of time. Here, surely, is a quiet spot for study and reading. But many of the bookcases which line the walls are empty. Others are only What if there were in the world about us a great order—a secret society, if you will—of noblemen and noblewomen, united to each other by an unseen bond of virtue and of power? What if it were theirs to render a true judgment of all life and all living beings, because the beliefs which they hold by are made up of the very wisest and best of mankinds’ vast store of experience? Suppose them, by reason of this, able in every criticism to look past sham and hypocrisy straight through to the heart of the matter. Suppose that in their candid eyes we could read benign approval of every good act of our lives, and that they partly filled. Often several girls are found trying to read the same book. I he Mothers’ Club has tried to remedy this, and has succeeded in raising a fine sum toward the library, but more is needed. Every Northrop girl has pictured to herself the library as it will be sometime, when the walls are all lined with books— reference books, books of poetry and books of prose. Perhaps there will even have to be overflow' rooms. Girls of Northrop, the library is yours, yours to use and love. Can’t you help fill it? IF— turn away their heads with aversion from every act or thought that is base or little or cruel. Suppose that step by step it were possible for us to rise to their level, so that we could be welcomed into their company, could have them extend to us the greeting hand that should mark our initiations into their circle. What if all this were true? Should we not hesitate often on the very verge ol a wrong deed, and turn back? Should we weigh any sacrifice, count any effort great, which would make us worthy at last to enter into their gracious fellowship? WHAT Page 63 7 C e. cy a i I er lu'lu'ries THE DESTRUCTION OF ATLANTIS. The High Priestess of Poseidon, with tears in her eyes, knelt before the altar, praying. From without came the roar of a great storm. The girl rose, opened the great doors, and faced the priests, who were waiting in the outer room. “I can do no more, she said; the gods are angry; I fear the wrath of Poseidon. Just then there came the sound of cries, of hoarse howls from the street, and the doors burst open to reveal a panic-stricken multitude. The sea! the sea!” they cried, and poured into the temple. A great crashing roar was heard. Atlantis is doomed! they shouted. Save us, O Priestess, save us! I Peace!” cried the girl, “and pray. The multitude knelt, held in silence by the voice of the girl as she prayed: O father Poseidon, forgive us: destroy not thy children, we pray thee! Then the great wave struck the temple; the marble columns swayed and fell, and the roof fell with a crash. Above the roar of the tempest rose the voice of the praying Priestess. Then all was lost in the swirl of the black waters. Florence Purdy. Form X. 1 q i r Page 64 A DREAM. The lights of a great city stretched away on all sides below me. Sparkling, twinkling, grouping themselves in long rows or great circles, they lay. here flaming like clusters of jewels, there very weak and scattered. Far into the misty beyond they danced, like fireflies on a river. The taxicab driver turned to me. “Go there, I said, and climbed into the rickety conveyance. With a rattle and a groan it plunged down the steep path into inky blackness. It was then that the thing began to tick. I looked at it, and was surprised to notice that despite the darkness, I could see the figures, and already it registered one pound two-pence. “How am I going to pay, I reflected, with growing dread, “when I haven’t any money!” The meter ticked and ticked. By this time we had come to the lights, and for a time our road lay beside canals in which were reflected the bright colors of innumerable lanterns. The air was cool and fresh, and I longed to stop, but the thing ticked on and on; if I did slop he would ask for pay. As it was, he looked over the top of the window and grinned. “Go on,” I said. We hurried past gardens and orchards into a long street on which they ran up and down, only pausing to laugh as they heard the thing tick. I dared not look at it now, but tried to forget by putting my head out of the window. They laughed uproariously, and then hurried away, like sheep, in scurrying bands. “Go on!” I shouted. The driver looked back and smiled again. We rattled on into beautiful curving parkways, blazing with lamps. Great ships went smoothly in and out of calm lagoons. I longed to be free on the cool water, enjoying the scene as they did, but I could not stop. With a feeling of despair I withdrew my head from the window. It was still ticking! “Faster! Faster! I shouted to the driver. We rattled and bumped over a rough road at a terrific rate of speed, but no noise could drown out the inevitable tick. With a frantic cry I threw myself from the window. When I awoke I was lying on the floor, all tangled up in the bed clothes, and my alarm clock, which I had dislodged from its place, by my fall, was ticking steadily on, upside down. Elizabeth Vincent, Form X. PUNCH AND PARTNERS. Punch and partners! What necessary evils for school dances! The alumnae smile reminiscently at these words. Their thoughts have been softened by age. To them come visions of their school days, days filled with petty worries about which they can smile now. On the other hand, under classmen look forward longingly to the time when, grown to an age sufficient to warrant their appearance at evening 1 o parties, they may partake of the frivolities of the “senior high school girls.” But to the latter, “punch and partners are grim realities. No memory or expectation serves as a veil to cast a rosy glow upon the hard facts. They must be met, but how? The minute a dancing party is mentioned every girl racks her brain for a partner. Groups gather in the study hall i r Page 65 £7X a. t I e r and cloak room to discuss the possibilities. “I might take Jack.” one girl suggests, “but I took him to the last party.” “Mother says I have to take Harry, because I am so indebted to him, another remarks. Well, I don’t know whom to ask. exclaims a third. “There isn’t anyone I really want to take. Don’t you hate to invite boys? This girl voiced the sentiment of the whole school. But why?” you ask. There is no reason that I know of; but it is true, too true, just the same. Perhaps this conversation reveals some of the troubles of securing partners, but not all. After lying awake nights, and discussing in this manner incessantly for several days, you may have decided to invite a certain boy for no particular reason except that he is a good dancer and a friend of the other girls. There may be something personal in the choice, but that is carefully concealed. You voice your intention to the other girls, and it soon spreads through the school. Have you invited him yet?” you are asked a dozen times. No. but I will when I see him, or Perhaps I will tonight.” you answer. The next morning when you come to school, a girl meets you at the door and confidentially informs you that another girl, who knew you were going to ask this boy, has already invited him. Your friend sympathizes with you. and then leaves you to find another partner as best you can. If you say you aren’t going to the party, you are accused of not having any school spirit; if you take one of the boys who are left, the chances are you won’t be able to get your program filled out. Such is the life of partner-seekers! 7 hen, a few days before the party, the refreshment committee decides to serve punch during the evening. It carefully divides the ingredients among its friends. Ruth is told to bring ginger ale, Helen a dozen lemons; to Mary is given the honor of furnishing the mint. Almost every girl demurs. Ruth would prefer to bring the lemons, and Helen the mint. Finally it is settled to every one’s satisfaction, and the great night arrives. The chairman of the committee comes early to see that everything is ready. What does she find? One case of ginger ale instead of three is in the cellar. A dozen and a half lonely lemons are nosing their way out of a paper bag on the table, and the mint has absolutely failed to arrive. As a result, the distracted chairman adds a quantity of pure, wholesome, but tasteless water to the beverage to make it go round. This is the secret of the unfailingly weak punch at all school parties. Sometimes those who are now engaged in such “trials and tribulations will be alumnae, or rather, they sincerely hope to be. Perhaps then, in the far-off future, they, too, will be laughing about their “childish worries. But just now these troubles seem very real and very pressing. The Tatler dance has just passed, and the Junior Prom is fast approaching. Miriam McHugh, Form XII. SUN-DANCE FALLS. We had been riding for a mile or so up Sun-Dance Canyon, beside a dashing mountain stream, before we arrived at Sun-Dance Falls. At first we only heard them, but not far off. We left our little old carriage, and followed a well-worn path leading across the splashing stream and around an immense rock that hid the falls from view. Soon we found ourselves covered with spray, and realized that we were at the foot of the cataract. Before long we were climbing the steep. i q i r Page 66 Third Ad. Junior Vaudeville narrow path, which led up the side of the gorge. Presently we were out of reach of the spray, and for the first time caught a real view of the falls. An exquisite rainbow formed an arch over the falls, which leaped out into space and crashed to the earth below, as the stream rushed on its course. The gorge itself you might imagine fairies lived in. It was cool. damp, and quiet, with many wild mountain flowers of soft, mellow colors growing in the crevices of the rocks. Young fir trees were trying to be as majestic as their forefathers had been, THE O “Oh me, oh my. sighed the Bell, my days of usefulness are over. Yes, I answered, but what an in- 1 o before the land had been swept by fire. Many mighty old trees with charred limbs and trunks lay across the stream, forming numerous bridges. We had been climbing higher all the time, and now the rainbow disappeared, the spray vanished, all was serene. Still the noise of the tumbling cataract was heard. We had climbed to the top, and were looking back to the brink of the falls and the white foaming stream beyond, winding its way through the mountain-bordered valley below. Evelyn Searle, Form X. BELL. teresting life you have had. Won’t you tell me some of your history? Indeed I will, replied the Bell. It i r Page 67 gives me great pleasure to be remembered occasionally. That bright object across the corridor has taken my place. For over two years I hung in a small shop downtown. At first I had many companions, but one by one they left, until finally I remained alone. Daily my master would look at me disdainfully, but luckily one bright day a troop of laughing girls entered the shop and bought me. After that I was removed to another place, wdiere I underwent great torture, but upon recovering I found a beautiful pattern where my smooth surface had been. The next I knew I was lying on a table, and around me stood a bevy of lovely girls, among whom I recognized my purchasers. I suppose you know it was class day and I was the seniors’ gift to their Alma Mater. How I was admired and handed about during the next few days! At last, however. I was hung up on the wall and there I remained eight years. Oh, my dear, those were in the good old days. Of course, these days seem better to you, but one’s youth is the best time, and those days were the days of my youth. The dear old Bell paused, but as I was too much moved to speak, he continued: Each year I have seen a group of girls go out to brave the storm of life, and not one face that has passed beneath me in the by-gone years have I forgotten. All years went the same until a year ago DESCRIPTION ( Hurrying home from the library, I entered the park at the corner of Harmon Place and Willow Street. Almost immediately I stopped hurrying, for the restfulness of the place quieted the senses which were stirred by the busy downtown atmosphere. It w'as a cool, gray day; still the black tree trunks, with their last clinging brown leaves, did not seem desolate or dead, but 1 o last fall. School began as usual, but how queerly the girls were dressed! All alike, and not one pair of French heels or a peek-a-boo waist among them. Something indeed had happened! I also noticed many new faces among my friends, the faculty, but one stranger stood out prominently. She was evidently the leader, whom one and all seemed to follow with infinite love and respect. “Things continued that year as always, but just as I was preparing for another year of service. I was removed one day from my old resting place, and carried into a beautiful new building. In my wildest imagination. I had never pictured such a place. But I will not bore you longer, my dear, for you know the rest. Oh, but please continue.” I expostulated. There is no more,” answered my friend, the Bell. I have never enjoyed the same good health in my new home. Seldom am I called upon now, and soon will come a time when I never am. My greatest wish, however, is that this school whose progress I have so long watched, may continue progressing forever. The last words were repeated almost in a whisper; and quietly, with tears in my eyes, I passed on. vowing to do all in my power to carry out the Bell’s last wish: Tuo nisu progredere.” Ruth Hull, Form XI. LORING PARK only as if they had fallen wearily asleep and were dreaming of by-gone summers. The stately tower of St. Mark’s Church rose nobly through the trectops in front of me at the right; and facing Harmon Place, the statue of Ole Bull, the great violinist, who is remembered so lovingly in the hearts of his countrymen, stood, lending dignity and beauty to its surroundings. Tall poles, topped with white. 1 7 P«ge 68 round-globed arc lights, had been placed here and there among the trees. White paths stretched in diverging directions through the carpet of fading green and brown. Here was an old man leaning on his cane, and feeding the squirrels. And there a small, plump little girl, dressed all in white, with the pink bloom in her cheeks very flattering to the cool breezes which had brought it there, toddled happily about, stooping now pantingly to pick up some stick or stone, which had pleased her fancy, or again stopping to watch a squirrel. Her nurse, in the meanwhile, kept one eye on her and one on her little white carriage, and at the same time helped the child’s older sister, in brown, to feed a squirrel. A boy and girl of about ten and eleven raced by on roller skates, the boy leading, and both as happy and pink-cheeked and smiling as the small person who still toddled among the leaves. Lois Newton, Form XI. THE STORY OF A HAT. You say that you admire my new hat? Well, let me tell you that same hat has a real little history, all its own. The speaker, a young man. sitting back comfortably in an easy chair, gazed at his friend with a half smile, while he exhaled clouds of smoke from his cigar. His friend dropped the paper which he had been scanning, and looked up with interest. “Let’s hear your little tale. Bob, he said. Seeing that you really show a spark of interest, I will begin, although I haven’t much to tell, Bob Livingston replied. It happened this way: The other day as I was leaving for my office, my wife said to me, 'Bob, it’s disgraceful for you to still be wearing your summer’s hat. Get a new one today.’ As you know, I hate to pick out my own hats, so I asked my wife to come along with me and give me her advice on the selection of it. We arrived at the store, and finally after having looked at everything in the hat line in the shop, we decided on this one. which you see before you. Then my wife suddenly decided that she must have a new bonnet, so she dragged me along into one of those exclusive shops that women delight in. When I first went in, I laid my hat down 1 o on one of those little table affairs, but when after what seemed to me about four hours, my wife, having found a hat which suited her fancy, decided to depart. I looked for mine, and lo, it was nowhere to be seen. Then began the fun. I had everyone in the place hunting for it in every possible nook and comer; but to no purpose. It was gone. I felt very wretched because it had made a big hole in my pocket to buy it. I couldn't go home without a hat, so I made a dive for the nearest hat store and bought a cheap one; then we went home. The next morning the head of the millinery department called me up and said that they had found trace of my hat. I immediately rushed down there, and to my joy they presented it to me. When I questioned the saleswoman about it, she said that while my wife and I were in the store, a young woman came in to buy a hat. and immediately upon seeing my hat went crazy about it. The clerk sold it to her for fifty dollars. That little episode proved two things to me: first, that it is not exaggerated a bit when people say that women wear men’s clothing; second, that people who say women do not know how to make money don’t know what they’re talking about. Kathrine Jacobson, Form XII. i r P.gc 70 THE POLICEMAN. At a busy street corner stood the guardian of the peace beside his standard of safety, on which the laconic commands. Co and Stop, directed the busy current of traffic. He possessed, as is not uncommon among men of his calling, no little amount of superfluous flesh. He wore the regulation blue uniform, and about his rotund person sparkled merrily many little brass buttons, rivalled only by the twinkling of the blue Irish eyes out of his ruddy, plump face. Once in a while. however, the quick temper belonging to a son of Erin boiled over, when an unfortunate driver misinterpreted the signals; and then woe to the victim upon whose head the scathing words of rebuke were heaped. Just as quickly, though, the storm would cease, a contemptuous wave of the hand betoken dismissal, and our noble protector would again be ready to beam upon the world. Helen Carroll, Form XI. BEING A BOY I’ve always wanted to be a boy; a real boy with chubby, rosy cheeks. I’d have lots of pockets, and I’d keep everything in them from a fishing line with its hook, sinker, and cork, to my pet tree-toad. I would be naughty and mischievous. On a nice warm spring day I’d feel as if I certainly wasn’t made to go to school. I would think of the fish just waiting to be caught at the mill pond, and the cool feeling of the water down at the swimin’ •hole; and. well—I’d just naturally play hookey. When summer came, there would be all the birds and animals, and berries in the woods, large, juicy berries that stain a boy’s hands and face all up. I’d go camping and exploring. But picnics— well, you know what a picnic is. with deviled eggs, and cake, and sausage, and flies buzzin' ’round. I’d hunt for birds’ nests in the highest trees, and almost fall out when the angry birds came swooping at me. But best of all I would explore the cave in the rock bank of the river. There would be little springs in some of the smallest rooms. And I’d always get my hands covered with wax from the candles I had ’’found” at Aunt Sarah’s house. Aunt Sarah would always like to tell little boys’ mothers what they’d been 1 o doing (if it was naughty), and to tell boys to be little gentlemen.” There would be a secret cubby-hole in the darkest and farthest room in the cave, where I would keep my special treasures. Then, in the autumn, when the wind blew and it rained, I would go and visit the deserted house in the woods a mile from town. I would wander through the old, dismantled rooms with an ecstatic shiver racing up and down my backbone, while the wind wailed and moaned through the forsaken ruin. The rid stairs would creak as I walked up them, and with a half fearful, half delighted glance I would look hastily behind lest Injun Joe should be after me. And then later in the autumn, I’d go nutting, and watch the squirrels stow away their winter stores of nuts. But in the winter I’d make a snow house! I’d have a fort with a flag on it and a snow man as a sentinel. There would be skating, and tobogganing, and sleigh-riding. Fun all the time—except school. The main thing about school I wouldn’t like would be the having to sit still when all around, even the air, would be telling me how much, how very much. I was missing. My, shouldn’t I like to be a boy. Beatrice Selover, Form XII. i r Page 72 Senior Play, Act . jiorial Calendar DATE Day Afternoon or 1916 Morning October 6th . . . . Friday 4:00 October 7th . . . . Saturday . . October 13th . . . . Friday 10:30 October 13th . . . . Friday 4:00 October 13th . . . . Friday October 14th . . . . Saturday .. October 20th . . . . Friday October 20th 4:00 October 21st October 27th . . . . Friday 2:30 October 27th . . . . Friday October 28th . ... Saturday . . October 28th . . . . Saturday .. .. 10:30 Evening 8:00 8:00 8:00 7:30 8:00 8:00 8:00 Afternoon Dancing Class Senior Dancing Class Fancy Dancing Class Afternoon Dancing Class Old Girls’ Party to New Junior Dancing Class Freshman Dancing Class MissCarse’s Tea to College Girls Senior Dancing Class Riding Contest Junior Class Hayrack Ride Junior Dancing Class Fancy Dancing Class November 3rd November 3rd November 4th November I Ith November I Ith November I Ith November 17th November 17th November 18th November 24th November 25th Friday....... 4:00 Friday.............. Saturday............ Saturday............ Saturday.... 10:30 Saturday.... 12:30 Friday....... 4:00 Friday.............. Saturday............ Friday.............. Saturday............ 7:30 8:00 8:00 7:30 8:00 8-10 8:00 Afternoon Dancing Class Freshman Dancing Class Senior Dancing Class Junior Dancing Class Fancy Dancing Class Mothers’ Luncheon Afternoon Dancing Freshman Dancing Senior Dancing Class Subscription Class Junior Dancing Class December 1st. December 1st. December 2nd December 9th. December 9th. December 15th. December 15th . December 16th. December 20th. Friday Friday 4:00 . 7:30 Saturday Saturday 10:30 . 8:00 Saturday Friday 4:00 . 8:00 Friday 7:30 Saturday Wednesday.. 11:00. . 8:00 Afternoon Dancing Class Freshman Dancing Class Senior Dancing Class Fancy Dancing Class Junior Dancing Class Afternoon Dancing Class Freshman Dancing Class Senior Dancing Class Christmas Play Page 74 e. a t I e z December 20th...... Wednesday.......... December 21st...... Thursday........... December 23rd......Saturday----- 10:30 December 23rd......Saturday............ December 27th......Wednesday.. 11:00 December 30th...... Saturday........... 1917 . anuary 5th....... Friday...... 4‘-00 . anuary 6th....... Saturday.... 10:30 .anuary 12th....... Friday............. . anuary 13th...... Saturday.... 10:30 anuary 13th........ Saturday........... anuary 19th........ Friday...... 4:00 . anuary 19th...... Friday............. . anuary 20th...... Saturday.... 10:30 . anuary 20th...... Saturday........... . anuary 27th...... Saturday........... . anuary 29th...... Monday............. February 2d........ Friday...... 4:00 February 2d........Friday.............. February 3d........ Saturday---- 10:30 February 3d........Saturday............ February 7th....... Wednesday.. 12:00 February 9th....... Friday...... 4:00 February 9th....... Friday............. February 10th...... Saturday____ 3:00 February 10th...... Saturday........... February 16th...... Friday............. February 16th...... Friday...... 3:00 February 17th...... Saturday.... 10:30 February 17th...... Saturday........... February 21st...... Wednesday.. 10:30 February 23d....... Friday February 24th March 3d . . . March 8th... March 13th... March 16th... March 23th. . March 30th... 8:00 Christmas Play at St.Paul’s Church 8:00 Christmas Play N. E. Neighborhood House .... Fancy Dancing Class 8:00 Junior Dancing Class .... Debating Club Skating Party 8:00 Senior Dancing Class ....Afternoon Dancing Class .... Fancy Dancing Class 7:30 Freshman Dancing Class .... Fancy Dancing Class 8:00 Senior Dancing Class .... Afternoon Dancing Class 7:30 Freshman Dancing Class .... Fancy Dancing Class 8:00 Junior Dancing Class 8:00 Senior Dancing Class 8:00 Formal Opening of School .... Afternoon Dancing Class 7:30 Freshman Dancing Class .... Fancy Dancing Class 8:00 Junior Dancing Class ....Alumnae Luncheon ....Afternoon Dancing Class Closing Party 8:30 Tatler Subscription Dance ....X Form Circus 8:00 Senior Dancing Class Closing Party 7:30 Freshman Dancing Class .... Parents’ Meeting(Lecture and Tea) ....Fancy Dancing Class, Closing Party 8:00 Junior Dancing Class ..... Lincoln and Washington Commemoration Exercises 7:30 Freshman Dancing Class, Closing Party 8:00 J unior Dancing Class,Closing Party 8:00 XI Form Party (Junior Vaudeville) 7:00 Parents’ Meeting Indian Play by VII, Vlll and IX Forms Tatler Tag Day Basket Ball Tournament Greek Games by V Form Saturday........... Saturday---- 2:30 Thursday........... Tuesday..... 3:00 Friday...... All Day Friday...... 3:00 . Friday...... II :00 . April 20th.............Friday 8:00 Senior Play May 11th............ Friday....... 2:30 ......... Field Day May 12th............ Saturday.... All Day Annual Hike June 1st. June 8th June 10th une 11th unc 12th Friday . 11:00 . Spring Festival Friday 8:30 Junior-Senior Dance Sunday.... . 11:00 . Monday.... 3:00 . Tuesday . 11 .00 . 1 q i r pr P.ge 75 THE OLD GIRLS’ PARTY TO THE NEW. On October 1 3th was given the old girls’ party to the new.” It was the first important entertainment to take place in our new school. An unusually large number of girls was welcomed to our midst, and an unusually joyous and cordial spirit prevailed. Dancing, of course, was the principal feature of the evening; it was particularly enjoyable because we were dancing for the first time in our new auditorium. Then all collected in the dining hall, where light refreshments were served. All felt that the party was a good beginning for a happy year. THE COLLEGE TEA. Miss Carse gave a very pretty tea on October 20th, for the college girls and faculty of Northrop School. Girls and teachers began to come in small groups at about four o’clock, and kept coming until almost six. Tea and sandwiches were served, and then Miss Carse talked to the college girls about the aims and affairs of the class. By six o’clock all had left, much refreshed and very enthusiastic over the prospects of the coming year. NORTHROP SCHOOL RIDING DAY. To me horseback riding is the most enjoyable sport there is. as I think there is nothing more exhilarating than a brisk canter on a crisp autumnal day. A group of girls was assembled in front of Northrop Collegiate School: dressed in riding habits, they were appar- ently just starting out for a ride. Other girls who were not so dressed, were flying around in all directions, pinning plass colors, numbers, and so forth, on the riders and their mounts, causing the poor dumb beasts much annoyance, as the gaudy ribbons flapped in their eyes and tickled their ears in a most disturbing manner. What possible use can these horrid, flapping things be?” I am sure many of the horses would have said, had it been possible to express their thoughts. The girls that were mounted seemed excited, and the horses were as much so as their riders. What could be the cause of all this excitement? Surely this could not have been an every-day occurrence. Indeed, it was not. Far from that; it was the yearly riding contest of Northrop School. All the girls that could possibly sit on a horse were assembled there, ready to ride for the cup. Tall, lean ones and short, fat ones, seated on all manner of horses, they waited for the signal. It certainly was a merry scene; all the horses trotted back and forth, and the bright red coats of some of the youngest North-ropi tes added a bright touch of color to the scene. Finally it was over, and the horses trotted away to the tune of On, Northrop, On. THE JUNIOR HAYRACK RIDE. The Junior class hayrack ride took place on the 27th of October. The night was clear and cold. Every one met at Mary Nash’s, bringing popcorn balls and apples for the ride, and sandwiches and cakes for afterwards. After many anx- 1 Q l r Page 76 ious moments of waiting for the hayrack, it finally arrived, and we went off gaily. First we picked up Miss Smith, and then went for Miss Randolph. We rode around the Lake of the Isles, singing songs and giving cheers during the greater part of the time. The number of popcorn balls and apples eaten during the ride was so great that it could not be counted. On returning to Mary Nash’s, we had cocoa, sandwiches and cakes, consumed with pleasure, despite the earlier repast of popcorn balls. There was dancing for those who desired it. and the party broke up with much jollity. THE MOTHERS’ LUNCHEON. 1 he first luncheon of the Parents and Teachers’ League of Northrop School was held at the school on Saturday. November 1 1 th. Informal and home-like in all its appointments, it served to bring into delightfully cordial relations two groups of women who are vitally interested in all that concerns the welfare of the school and the individual girls. At the close of the more social part of the affair, reports of the various committees were given, which showed that the new organization meant to make itself a very real part of the life of our little community THE SENIOR SUBSCRIPTION DANCE. On the evening of November 24th, the Senior class gave a subscription dance at the school. At half-past eight the guests assembled in the reception hall, and The Sophomore Circus 1 q i r P«ge 77 Cast of the Junior Vaudeville m I— £7X e. a. i I e r soon after the orchestra began to play, Margaret Bardwell and her partner led the long line in the grand march. So began a very gay and pleasant evening. During the affair the Juniors sold punch in the big hall, and good punch it was. too. When the strains of “Home Sweet Home filled the gymnasium and the party was over, everyone agreed it had been a big success financially as well as in every other way. OUR CHRISTMAS PLAY. The first play to be produced in our new auditorium was the Christmas play. Although it was not new to us, we looked forward to it with pleasure, for who could become tired of the story of the nativity? The whole school except the actors marched into the auditorium, singing Oh, Come, All Ye Faithful After a few more hymns, a little girl from the fourth form recited the story of the Nativity in the words of the disciple, Luke. When she had finished, the prologue appeared and told in simple and beautiful words the object of the play. Then came the strains of Holy Night, sung by angels; and as they finished, the curtains slowly parted, showing the Shepherds who were listening to the song of one of their comrades. The departure of the kings with the blessing of Gabriel ended the act; then the school sang more hymns, until the curtains were drawn, revealing Mary and Joseph with the sleeping Babe. After the Shepherds and Kings had departed, a voice seemingly from the sky sang a lovely lullaby, putting the babe to sleep. Then Gabriel entered to direct Joseph to take the Mother and Babe into Egypt, and the Christmas play was at an end. At the request of Rev. Mr. Remington, the play was repeated at St. Paul’s church in the evening. Although given with some discomfort on account of the cramped space, it evidently succeeded in its object as well as at the school. 1 o A third time it was given at the Northeast Settlement House. The interest of the children of the settlement house was great; they crowded around the dressing room door until it was necessary to put up an impromptu curtain. The boards of the platform creaked and were unsteady, and there was a great deal of noise from restless babies, but the girls were amply repaid for their trouble, when a dozen or more boys from sixteen to twenty, who had refused to sit down and had remained standing at the entrance, came in in the middle of the first act with no little noise. Won by the simple action of the holy story, they sat in quiet to the end with every mark of interest. It was a grateful reward for all the long hours that had gone to preparing for the Christmas play. THE WRANGLERS’ PARTY. During the Christmas holidays we had. at Blake school, an all-day Wrangler meeting, that had a small portion of business mixed in with a much larger one of pleasure. We had decided beforehand to meet at Lake street and Hennepin, each girl bringing her share of refreshments. Some arrived in time to see the street car just on the point of leaving, while those already on board were frantically motioning for the late-comers to hurry. At that, those whose legs were long and light used them to good advantage, catching the car before it started, while the rest were obliged to go out in an automobile. The car waited for one girl to pick herself up from the sidewalk, where she had landed when she had slid, skateless, across a slippery piece of ice. As the day was cold and the sidewalk hard, the milk bottle which she had been carrying broke, and the milk, sprinkling impartially over herself and surroundings, froze in a decidedly unpleasant manner. We finally arrived at Blake station, where we were met by the rest. 1 7 vm- Page 79 A severe wind had piled up great drifts of snow, over which a fairly hard crust had formed. Thinking it safe, we ventured to walk on the top, an attempt which was at first successful, but suddenly some felt themselves sinking rapidly until they were almost up to their waists in snow. At last we had climbed the Hill of Difficulties, and, covered with snow and laden with bundles, we entered the school building. We stayed inside only long enough to get warm, then we went out to try the toboggan slide. At first it was rather a breathless ride; the only real sensations we had were a consciousness of bumps and snow flying in our faces. As the skating rink had not been shoveled, and the snow was only several feet deep, there was no chance for us to use the skates which we had so laboriously taken out with us. At lunch time, certain girls took charge of the making of cocoa, while others put the rest of the lunch out on the table. At last everything was ready, and sitting down before the fire, we managed to do justice to the feast set before us. When all were through, we still sat around the hearth, talking and telling stories. Then came snow fights and more sliding, until the clock showed that we must start soon in order to catch the car back to the city. Some girls, still feeling energetic, insisted upon walking home (and they did it, too. much to the surprise of the rest of us.) All arrived home safely, no doubt thinking that a meeting of this kind was quite as enjoyable as the usual type. THE FORMAL OPENING OF NORTHROP SCHOOL. The formal opening of the new building took place Monday evening, January 29th, in the school gymnasium. Among the guests of honor were President Vincent and the two oldest and most noteworthy educators of this part of the coun- try,—Professor Emeritus, Maria L. Sanford and President Emeritus, Cyrus Northrop. Dr. Freeman offered the prayer of invocation. Then the school orchestra made its first public appearance by playing two short selections. Miss Sanford gave a simple, straight-forward address that went right to the heart of her hearers. Addressing directly the girls of Northrop School, she bade them to be beautiful as only one could who had previously lived up to her own precepts. Dr. Northrop and Dr. Vincent spoke each in his own inimitable way of the need of such a school as Northrop in the great educational scheme of our country, predicting for it a long and prosperous history. Miss Carse outlined an inspiring program for Northrop School of Tomorrow, and Mr. Wheelwright outlined briefly the status of the school as the trustees see it. The program ended with the singing of America.” The guests, who numbered about six •hundred, then went on a tour of inspection through the building, and finally gathered in the pleasant dining hall in the third floor of the tower, where refreshments were served. THE TATLER SUBSCRIPTION DANCE. After the date had been changed several times, the 9th of February was finally decided upon for the T atler Subscription Dance. School dances are usually pleasant affairs, and this one. I believe, was no exception. The music was good, the floor splendid, and the refreshments exceedingly delicious. The contents of the punch were furnished by girls in the Senior High School. Ruth Massie donated the cakes, and Mary Roach sent large boxes of candy, which were enjoyed by everyone. 1 q i r vqpr Page 80 Miss Carsc, Miss Smith, and Miss Cleveland were patronesses. THE CIRCUS. 1 he Sophomore circus was given on Saturday afternoon. February 10. in the Auditorium of the school. It proved to be a most remarkable and thrilling event. Mrs. Vincent gave a great deal of help on the costumes, and kindly helped Miss Brown coach us at the last. Elizabeth Vincent, however, and her excellent committee,—Alice Wheelwright. Carlene Crangle and Evelyn Searle—did most of the work. First on the program were Florence Purdy and Grace Smith, who were supposed to represent country people coming to the circus. Florence was dressed as a very comical country boy, and Grace was his mother. They made much disturbance and mirth getting seated in the audience. Dorothy Bleecker was doorman and ticket seller. Helen Bisbee made a fine policeman. Miss Carse, who sat in the front row eating peanuts with Dr. Vincent and Miss Smith, was repeatedly told to put her feet in by Helen. At last the ringmaster, Evelyn Searle, blew her loud whistle, and the parade began. It was led by three clowns.— Alice Wheelwright, Marian Prindle and Virginia Hood. Foodies carried the Sophomore mascot. E. Vincent’s dog, Tvrol; Marion had a mouth organ, and Virginia played a toy drum, and wore Dr. Vincent’s shoes. These three were followed by another clown, Helen Browning, who had a pistol and went around shooting everybody. The rest of the 1 0__1 7 Page 81 parade consisted of the elephant, which was Katherine Dalrymple and Rosemary Zonne; the giraffe, Lois Heegaard and Betty Frankforter; the wild man, Helen Blake; ballet girls. Catherine Robertson and Florence Purdy; the bull, Jean Anderson and Alice Mathews; the bull fighters, Katherine Dalrymple, Florence Purdy, Rosemary Zonne; the Indians, Ruth Pflaum, Mildred Featherstone. Alice Mathews; the trained chicken, Car-lene Crangle; the flea trainer, Elizabeth Vincent; and the cowboys, Edith Daniels. Carlcne Crangle and Jean Anderson. They all did their best, and were very funny. No circus is a circus without peanuts, candy and lemonade; these were sold throughout the performance. Many people stayed to dance afterward. Everyone had a good time. WASHINGTON AND LINCOLN EXERCISES. On Wednesday morning, the twenty-first of February, our exercises celebrating the birthdays of two of the greatest men the world has ever known, George Washington and Abraham Lincoln, took place in the gymnasium. The exercises were opened by the pupils’ singing America. The visitors joined in the last verse. This started the morning with a surge of true patriotism. The Little Corporal continued the program; it was very cleverly dramatized by the Third Form. Next Helen Drennen gave a summary and appreciation of Washington's Farewell Address. Owing to present events. Old Glory, which was the next song on the program, was sung with strong enthusiasm. Flag stories were related by the sixth grade in a very interesting manner. Following this. The Star Spangled Banner was sung. The first and second grades then gave a flag drill, with a spirit that was appreciated by all. As the time was short. Miss Carse gave only a few remarks on the lives of those great men. and the exercises were closed by singing Columbia, the Cem of the Ocean. THE DANCING CLASSES. A new phase of school life was introduced to us this year,—Northrop School dancing classes. These classes, arranged by age. met every two weeks in the school gymnasium at eight o'clock,—one on Friday night, and the other on Saturday night. No, the girls did not dance together; we had real, live boys, who enjoyed it as much as we did. Such fun when the drum and piano started up a march, and we formed in couples to proceed from the hall to the spacious dance floor. Mrs. Plinney. our instructor, gave us lessons in new steps the first half of the lesson, and the last half we spent in social dancing until ten. We had besides two charming parties with real punch and Miss Carse as a guest. I’m sure the pupils all raise a vote of thanks to the “Mothers' Club for allowing us to be so delightfully entertained. THE JUNIOR VAUDEVILLE. The moment had arrived! Expectant, we awaited the rising of the curtain, rattling our programs with impatience and talking excitedly the while of our hopes, expectations, fears and doubts concerning one of the most important events of the year—the Junior Vaudeville—from which the veil of mystery was about to be drawn aside. When the footlights flashed on, our conversation ceased and we sat in silence as the curtain rose. The first number on the program was Neighbors,” Zona Gale’s play of middle-western village life, dealing with the unifying effect on wrangling neighbors, of a common sympathy. The action took place in the house of Miss Dianthe Abel, and the opening 1 q i r Page 82 a i I e r scene discovered grandma (beneath whose corkscrew curls and lace cap we could not help recognizing Constance Zonne). and Georgiana Partridge as Miss Dianthe herself. After the first few lines, these characters asserted their ability to act. and so continued throughout the play. Ezra Williams (Elizabeth Waite, with whiskers), was greeted by joyous and enthusiastic applause from the onlookers. Margaret Crosby, as Peter, at once gained our good will. Mildred Shaw, in the part of Inez, was exceedingly charming. An intelligent audience immediately sensed in this couple the hero and heroine. Miss Elmira Moran (Muriel Peterson), and Miss Trot (Blanche Condy), were delightfully entertaining, and played their parts excellently. Ruth Hull, as Carrie Elsworth. won the sympathy of the audience at once. Not long after the curtains were drawn upon the play, they were partially opened again, and disclosed a quaint figure in a red dress, with woolly pate and nocturnal complexion, who was disjointedly relating her many troubles, and declaring at intervals, between sobs, I ain’t a-goin’ to cry no more! One question beset our minds, —who is it? No one recognized Marion . Parmele. “Love Lyrics of Long Ago” read the program, and the curtain, rising, disclosed three lovely maidens, full of grace and contentment. While the piano played soft accompaniment, they enacted a little pantomime, whose charm lay in its utter simplicity and directness. Patience (Annette Bardwell), Prudence (Helen Shaw), and Primrose (Joyce Petterson), awaited with impatience the arrival of their lovers, who were not long in appearing. The three swains, Jeremiah (Henrietta Keating). Jerusha (Mary Nash), 1 Q__1 r Page 83 and Jonathan (Helen Carroll) at once declared their love for the blushing maidens. Difficulties arose which prevented the happy union of the young couples for a while, but at last the obstacles were overcome, and the three goodly swains and the lovely sisters danced grace-• fully to the end of their act, when they were greeted by applause which they had well earned. Utter blackness pervaded the stage when the curtain rose again, but it was soon relieved by a swarm of intermittent lights, while a chorus of voices sang. “Shine, Lillie Clon -n orm, dimmer. The next scene was bright once more, and six distressed school children, on stools, with slates and pencils, but apparently no ideas, sang mournfully, “I Don't Care What Teacher Says, 1 Can't Do This Sum! After having retired at the end of this song, they skipped out upon the stage again, their slates changed for sandwiches, and their song from the horrors of mathematics to the joys of “Bread and Jam. We met with several old acquaintances in the next number, which was labelled “The Family Album Up to Date. If we found any difficulty in recognizing these friends at first, we hastily made up for our stupidity by applauding loudly when we discovered with whom we were confronted. We would have known Mr. and Mrs. Newlywed anywhere, for they are always accompanied by Snookums; and Happy Hooligan was equally easy to identify. Hawkshaw, the detective, with his friend, the Colonel, appeared before us in characteristic attitudes, and the original Katzenjammer Kids also came out to make their bow. There were many others, each one as amusing as the last; and when the act was over, another success had been scored. The last number of all, News of Northrop, in which all the Juniors participated, gave a final touch to the per- 1 o formance. The members of the class, each representing a different type of girl, grouped themselves upon the stage, holding their class banner before them. This was done with such a feeling of enthusiasm that the audience caught the spirit at once, and rose to their feet, applauding, when the group upon the platform sang, “On, Juniors, On! As the curtains closed for the last time, the clapping continued with redoubled vigor, for the Juniors had been successful, and who would not applaud success? TATLER TAG DAY. On Friday, March 16, the four upper classes of the High School entered into a contest to see which could sell the most tags for the benefit of The TaTLER fund. The tags were shamrock leaves of vivid green, lettered in white by a group of girls who volunteered their services. The Eleventh Form won the contest. All the money collected was clear gain, as Mrs. McHugh had most kindly donated all the material for making the tags. THE INDIAN PLAY. On March 20, the Junior High School, assisted by the Seventh Form, presented “A Chippexva Dream Legend. The material for this little play was gathered from various histories of Minnesota Indians. the plot and the longer speeches were worked out by Ninth Form girls, and single incidents, together with suggestions for pantomime and action, were developed by the other forms. The purpose of the play was to present and to give a local meaning to such a scene as might have taken place about the year 1840, on the site of the present Northrop School. At that time the Chip-pewas were fast being driven out by the more powerful Sioux. Added to the depression and disgrace caused by continued defeat, had come several years of famine and pestilence. Occasionally, however, a 1 7 P g« 84 £7X e. a i l q t young Chippewa distinguished himself by an act of striking bravery, and the arrival of the white man with his promise of a better day gave the Chippewas new courage and put an end to the long standing tribal warfare. The play opened with a campfire scene. Several women and children, with a few braves too old to fight, were gathered together at the close of day awaiting news from the battlefield. In a series of speeches and incidents, the unhappy state of the Chippewas was set forth,—the boy dreamer returned with bad news, the child sent after food came back empty-handed, and an old chief told of a prophecy which still remained unfulfilled. This part of the play closed with the beautiful Indian legend of creation. Then came two runners with stories of bravery on the battlefield. The Chippewas were, however, defeated and presently the remaining warriors, with the Maid of Sacrifice, returned home. A happy meaning was given to this tragic incident by imagining that the Maid of Sacrifice had had a vision of the future and had even seen the wonderful school which the white man should establish for his daughters. Presently, in answer to this prophecy. the white man, with his promise of prosperity and peace, appeared. The play closed with a tableau. Following is the cast of characters: Introduction............Jean McHugh Prologue..................Katherine Searle First Old Chief.......Blanche McRae Second Old Chief.... Margaret Dewey Boy Dreamer.............Betty Histed ........iteitea. Maid of Sacrifice...Eleanor Crangle White Man...................Eugenie Crosby Keewahdin.........Ruth Schermerhorn Soloist......................Marion Couper 1 2___i -cgr 7 Page 85 the GREEK GAMES. On March 30th, the Fifth Form gave a little Greek entertainment, a direct, outgrowth of their history and literature for the year, that was charming in its simplicity and in the hearty enjoyment of the little players. All were dressed alike in soft white Greek draperies of knee length, which gave free play to every muscle in races and dances. The chariot race and the javelin dance were perhaps the two most pleasing features. Following is the program of both play and games: PROGRAM. pandora’s box. Pandora.............Eleanor Frankforter Epimetheus........................Adele Hodgman Hermes............................Jane Hepburn Hope....................Margaret Mann Evil Spirits are represented by Sneeze, leading Cold-in-the-Head—Jane King, Mabel Fullerton Margery Pomeroy. Whooping Cough. . Tonsilitis Mumps Headache Mischief Giggles . Marcella Marfield Sobs Indigestion Toothache Mischief Greek Dances (Javelin Dance 1 Ball Dance Greek Games Running Leap Hurdle Over Line Relay Race Chariot Race—Judged by Form I Miss Elizabeth O’Brien ] Miss Marjorie Curtiss 1 q i r Page 86 Senior Play Scene from Act II tElic junior |Jlag The events life brings are only fleeting shadows. They come, they have their day, and they are gone. “Today” and Tomorrow” occupy so much of our thoughts that the dim world of forgotten things, the past, remains almost unexplored. Let bygones be bygones” we are, with the exception of the aged and the Historian, too inclined to say. But there is always the unforgettable, a fact you will realize if you interview any of our seniors. If you ask her what the algebra lesson is for tomorrow, she will not quite recollect. If you ask her who Horace was. she may say he was a writer of the Elizabethan age. But if you ask her what she did on April 20th, she will cry, Can I ever forget? April 20th, the day of the Senior Play, is as important to her as your next meal is to you. The mere mentioning of that glorious date calls up memories of, not only a sleepless night “before, but many other visions. I will not harp on them now. Haunting pictures of wrong entrances and exits, and forgotten lines do not matter. For from the heart-flutter-ings before the rise of the curtain to the touching close when our hero and heroine rushed, convulsed with laughter, into each other’s arms. The First Lady of the Land” was a success. This is our opinion of it. What the audience thought of it, heaven only knows. But when one sees that the main parts of Dolly Todd, James Madison, and Aaron Burr were played by such promising young souls as Margaret Bardwell, Edith Schibsby, and Ruth Simpson, who will doubt our word? 1 q i r Page 87 -(7X a i 1 G t Jirst of the “Jlanh Charles Nerlinger Presented by the Senior Class of Northrop School. April 20, 1917 Cast of Characters James Madison........................................Edith Schibsby Aaron Burr.............................................Ruth Simpson Bolhen Pinckney.............................................Corinne Dickey Sir Antony Merry..........................................Charlotte Lindley Don Carlos Martinez, Marquis D'yrujo..............Eleanor Eastman Louis Andre Pechon..........................................Dorothy Hubbard Mynheer Von Berkel....................................Mary V. Roach De Vaux....................................................Beatrice Selover Jennings ..........................................Jessalyn Salmon Servant.................................................Ruth Massie The Cook...................................................Jessalyn Salmon The Hairdresser...............................................Alice Lindley Lady Angela Merry...................................Miriam McHugh Dolly Todd........................................Margaret Bardwell Sally McKean........................................Margaret Todd Mrs. Sparkle .......................................Helen McLane Sophia Sparkle........................................Helen Drennen The Honorable Ena Farrar..........................Kathrine Jacobson Vrou Von Bcrkle...............................................Alice Lindley Clolilde...........................................Francis Friedman SYNOPSIS OF SCENES Act I The parlor of the boarding house kept by Dolly Todd. Act II The same—three days later. Act III The Executive Mansion. Washington. Act IV The library in Secretary Madison’s home. Director.........................Miss Beulah Brown 1 2___i cyr r Page 88 Cast of The First Lady of the Land JMumnae Jfotes The alumnae of Graham Hall, nor of Northrop School, have not been backward in expressing pride and satisfaction in the great growth of their school in these late years. It has not been an uncommon thing this year to see groups of alumnae clustered together, attending special exercises of the school, or ushering at such gatherings, or sometimes lunching in the dining hall with the rising generation. The great event of the year, from an alumni’s point of view, was the bridge given early in September for the benefit of the library. This affafr, ably managed by Mrs. John Pillsbury Snyder, Miss Elizabeth Martin and Miss Katherine Marfield. brought many of the “old girls” to the building for the first time, and it was great fun to hear the exclamations of delight and admiration, and the sometimes wistful comparisons with “our day.” In gathering personal notes about classes of other years, one is chiefly impressed with the bent which seems inherent in Graham Hall girls toward gettting married! During the past season some of the alumnae brides were Miss Delphine Gillette, Miss Nordie Kruse, Miss Ruth Towle and Miss Elizabeth Campbell, now Mistresses Benton. Rhenke, Backus and Lovejoy, respectively. We refrain from punning on Elizabeth’s new name. Each year, as one traces back, is punctuated with gaily celebrated weddings; and there are current rumors of more to come, in June and September, still supposed to be state secrets. 1 q Perhaps some day the alumnae will have a “Baby Party,” and each of us may “oh” and “ah” to her heart’s content over the small sons and daughters; the present chronicler, though zealous, finds individual description would far exceed her allotted space. The earliest graduating class of the old school, the class of 1901, would have its representative in the person of small Miss Anne Whitney, daughter of Marion Martin Whitney. Mrs. Whitney is now living in St. Paul, so we fear there is little hope of Miss Anne’s registering in the school in which she inherits such excellent right. Miss Mary Van Dusen Rogers, aged two years, has been traveling this winter with her mother, Mary Van Dusen Rogers, 1905. Mrs. George Anson of the class of 1907 believes that small boys should play out-of-doors in all sorts of weather, so Northrop girls going home across Clifton or Groveland often see two little figures in brown and rose woolly suits bumping happily along on a sled. John Snyder, son of Nelle Stevenson Snyder, 1907, has been a far traveler, and departed in January for Florida with his mother and aunts. Misses Cora and Florence Stevenson. The early classes of what used to be the “new school”—the green building on Eighteenth—have scattered widely. Virginia Thurman. 1907, now Mrs. Frank Reese, has spent several years in the East, but is sure her boys will grow up in Minneapolis, good little Westerners. Miss i r -C0T Page 90 Marion Gaylord, 1908, studied singing with Oscar Seagle in New York before her marriage. Miss Louise Delataire, 1907, attended the University of Minnesota; is now Mrs. Hans Braasch. Miss Marion Woodward. 1908, graduated at Wells College, has studied abroad, and is now studying for a Master’s Degree at the University of Minnesota. Miss Bernice Brown, after her graduation from Wells, in 1912, taught in a girls’ school in Dcs Moines. Miss Audrey Walton. 1908. has been active here in volunteer social work, and has spent her vacations largely in the West. The class of 1909 shows as many matrimonial tendencies as the rest. Among its travelers, it claims Miss Beatrice Calhoun, who has spent many months in states as far apart as Maryland and California. but says she likes Minnesota best. Miss Florence Lewis had a position in the registrar’s office at the University of Minnesota. but is now taking a well-earned rest. Perhaps our furthest alumnae traveler is Mrs. A. D. Draper, who was Miss Louise Matschke, and who is bringing up her little boy in the Isle of Pines, where the weather is always perfect, and the furniture is all built of marvelous white wood —a veritable fairy land. This Graham Hall son has a cousin among the newer (ImimgB rom Greetings to you girls of Northrop School! It is with peculiar pleasure that the Alumnae greet you this year. First we wish to congratulate you upon your splendid new building, which makes us almost wish we were in school again. We are looking forward to Alumnae Day when we are to see you working in it. But the building alone would amount to little were it not for your excellent staff of teachers, and particularly at this arrivals—Philip Matschke, son of Frances Newell Matschke. 1910. I he chronicler finds our later graduates taking up as varied professions or avocations. Misses Betty Boutell, Katherine Pierce, Grace Walton, and Maude Andrews have all been pursuing some artistic specialty in New York City. Mrs. Donald Nielsen—Katherine Currie, 1915 —says that looking after her son is the most absorbing profession there is. Many of the younger girls are still at college, but making many plans for future work. They have examples to follow in plenty, for the Misses Stevenson. Miss Marjorie Fish, Miss Agnes Jones. Miss Elizabeth Martin are only a very few of the alumnae who have found ways to help at settlements, clinics and nurseries. So it seems that Graham Hall girls of classes clear back to our” class, wherever it may be, are very modern, and eager for real interests and ways of usefulness, as well as for the good times they seem to have in such abundant measure. It is the wish of the alumnae that successive graduating classes may find themselves an integral part of the Alumnae Association in its formal sense, and that alumnae association—everyday association—may be a heritage these younger girls will not be loath to accept. tlje (Alumnae time we send you our heartiest congratulations for having as their head. Miss Carse, who, with her untiring zeal, has been such a large factor in bringing the school to its present state of efficiency. For a time after the school changed names some of us were homesick for the old Graham Hall, but now we can say with one accord, that we are proud and happy to be connected even distantly with such a noble institution. 1 Q 1 .7 -wr P.ge 91 May this present year be full for each one of you of good times, fine friendships and a rich store of learning. Elizabeth Dewey, President Northrop Collegiate Alumnae Association. TO THE TATLER OF ’17. Of course we always had a pleasant little conviction that we were a remarkable class, still it was rather nice to have it confirmed so quickly by the world at large. I don’t know whether the fact that Alice Best was a member of the class of ’16 had anything to do with her election as president of her class at Smith, but at any rate the Smith girls showed their great good taste. Jean Lamb, who is at Wells, is also a class officer, though whether she is secretary or treasurer, I am ashamed to confess that I don’t know. Jean is the only girl at Wells, and Lois Nash, our sole representative at Wellesley. I believe there are a few other girls at Wells, but of course, they don’t count, but at Smith we are well represented. Dolly is, needless to say, having a glorious time, though she finds the intellectual life something of a strain. Faith Hall seems to spend most of her time distinguishing herself in English and having troubles of her own, with a very lachrymose room-mate. K. Barnard. Isabelle Van Gieson (who is as dignified as ever), Margaret Turner (who frequently loses her possessions, and papers the entire campus with “lost” notices, signed M. E. H. T.). and your humble servant are all at the U. of M. We have become so bold that we don’t even talk about the absurdity of boys in the classes. It is really surprising how harmless they are. Liz Robinson is “finishing at Dana Hall, and apparently having a delightful time doing it. Grace Moody is with her family in New York. Mary Wilson and Mabel Church are also at home this year. Appleby and “Bronny, in their devotion, felt unable to leave their alma mater and are still at Northrop as members of the college class, as are also Ruth Ferrell and Helen Gilkey. Of course, we are all having an awfully interesting time this year and college is proving not nearly so dreadful as we thought it might, but we still look upon our last year at Northrop as the jolliest year of our lives. With love, Alice Frankforter. i q l r P ge 92 JIagc or o of College $m OUR AMBITIONS. These were given without any previous meditation, as you will see. Edith Appleby—Not to lose a chance to laugh. Hazel Hoag—To learn how to bluff. Marion Phillips—To be able to eat again. Angeline Hall—To out-talk Helen Gilkey. Ruth Cole—To get married. Alta Nelson—To wear thin crepe waists to school. Eva Olson—To dance and swim. Faith Bronson—To get a good night’s sleep. Gladys Griggs—To make heavenly desserts. '‘Stub” Curtiss—Never to grow’ up. Karin Van Pyk—To be on time for anything at any place. Marion McDowell—To be a clown. Ruth Ferrell—To tell funny stories. Helen Gilkey—To have a good time. Elizabeth Olson—To do sumpin'. Muriel Voss—To be able to be heard in chemistry. The reporter detailed to discover the various ambitions of these gentle maids expected at least one person to say ‘‘to write a book,” but it was not to be. Also the reporter was startled to see that nobody chose to be a Mary Pickford. She has. however, nothing to complain about. Here’s to your ambitions! ON DOORKNOBS. What a peculiar subject to write about? most people will say. I do not agree with them. In fact. I have often wondered why more has not been written on doorknobs, for there are several different varieties, and some are fairly teeming with suggestions of the past. Since everyone seems to have forgotten them in trying to follow up the gyrations of the war (for I have searched carefully in all the magazines and have found not even a joke about them), I will try to recall them to your minds, and show you how fascinating they really are. First, there is the fancy, hlagreed iron doorknob. This kind is usually found on the front door of a large, austere-looking house. It has seldom been handled on the outside, because before anyone has ever had a chance to touch it, it has been solemnly turned on the inside by a tall and be-side-whiskered butler. However, it does not look as if it had ever been touched by fond and caressing hands. If this ever has happened, the person who did it must have had a gerat deal of fear and apprehension mingled with his caressing gesture; for it looks so forbidding and frosty, that it seems as if it would love to bite you. Then there is the plain, old brown doorknob, the one that looks like a brown marble, beautifully glazed on the outside. It seems to denote weariness or dejec- 1 Q___1 -cyr r Page 93 lion. I always picture an old woman, utterly worn out with the day’s work, leaning wearily on it as she turns it. That is when the doorknob is on the outside of the house. When I see one inside, however, I picture to myself a room bare except for a cold, rusty stove, an old table and a chair. A man sits huddled up in the chair, fingering a revolver on the table nearby, his wild eyes hopelessly, distractedly staring at the doorknob. I will leave the man sitting there, however, because my spine gets a prickly feeling merely writing about him. and will proceed to a more frivolous doorknob, the glass one. This species is generally found in a bedroom, a light, airy bedroom. with white enamel woodwork and big windows through which the sun peeps, and finding the glass knob, dances and sparkles through it. Many times has a loving mother’s hand turned it; many times has the hand of a maid turned it with deliberation, for she was balancing a breakfast tray in her other hand; but many more times has the impetuous daughter’s hand turned it, sometimes angrily, more often gaily. This doorknob has been stared at, too, but not by wild and glaring eyes. The eyes that have gazed into its shiny glass surface have CR1 In taking this topic. I am rather at a loss how best to present it, so that it may accomplish the most good in doing away with a school pest. Of course, we all know that crushes’’ do exist here in our otherwise perfectly normal, sane school, but what we all do not know is their origin and the evil effects. It is not entirely the fault of the crushee ; the girl who is the crush” is a great deal to blame. The latter could really do away with the pest merely by adopting the right attitude. It is a proved fact—I state it from personal observation and from having heard been soft and reminiscent, seeming to see reflected in it the events of the day, with its flames of anger or moments of joy. Lastly comes my doorknob, or “nor-dob,” as my little niece calls it. She is just at the age when drawings of all kinds fascinate her, especially “big house with nordob. I am sorry to say this doorknob of mine is without character, or rather with so much character that only my niece and I know what it is; for to all outward appearances it is merely an insignificant dot on a lop-sided house, which contains a huge door and has a toppling chimney whence issue fierce, black curls of smoke. I hat knob never had the haughty hand of a butler twist it; it has never had wild eyes staring at it, unless, perchance, it happens to be about the twentieth one I have drawn at one sitting.” so to speak; nor has it ever been turned by caressing hands. The truth of the matter is, it cannot be turned at all. But it has been looked at with fond and loving eyes; my little niece thinks the world and all of it. Strange to say, she is the only person in the whole universe, besides me, who appreciates my art and my doorknobs. Faith Bronson. long spasms of foolish gibberish—that a girl who has a crush is temporarily a rabid fanatic and so full of pent-up emotion that both she and her “crush” suffer, the former from her pent-up feelings, the latter from worry, if she is sensible, of the constant strain of her crush’s” demeanor. This, to me. is not the way to make fast or true friends; it is not a possible way toward wholesome friendship, friendship that will last through the years after school days are over. That is one of the truest, purest, and choicest gifts life can offer us. and to have it tainted by such doings is almost blasphemy. 1 Q 1 7 Page 94 Sending flowers, or giving her a box of candy, or standing in the hall just to see her are only a few minor outward manifestations of this abnormal condition. In one school in particular I recall some girls received so many flowers that it became necessary for the principal to demand that no more flowers were to be received from any source. As for here at Northrop. I should advise that the council of the student government look into this matter and see if they cannot do something to create a more wholesome atmosphere. HOW TO BECC Follow the trail of moonbeams up into mystery land. Fear not the shimmering pathway; take my guiding hand. Walk in the silvery moon dust till ripples touch thy feet. Then thy path is a watery roadway. And they barge a shallop fleet Just at present I’ll warrant there are not more than a dozen girls, if there are that many, who have not a crush. They even go so far as to imitate her, neglect their studies to “wander on the green hillsides with her.” These are effects that are manifested daily. I ask you. Are you a crushee? “Are you a crush?” If you are the former, brace up, show you still possess a spark of intelligence and independent womanhood; if you are the latter, lool( to yourself. Marjorie Curtiss. HALF FAIRY. That glides up the silvery moon path, With gossamer sails floats on; While thy hands are bathed in moonbeams, ’Till all earthly stains are gone. Dream; you will never reach it. For the moon dust filters away; But you’ve bathed in its beauteous glory; You’re half fairy forever and aye. SPRING VERSUS TONICS AND FASHIONS. It used to be that poets waxed eloquent with the advent of spring. I am questioning as to whether in the course of our more or less commercialized and complex existences it is not becoming the age of advertisement, in which stop that racking cough.” and Scott’s Emulsion builds up the system. have revolutionized the budding season. Could anything be more horribly commonplace than cough-drops for that lingering cold.” and yet with the coming of spring the druggists' windows are decorated with these messengers artistically piled in pyramidal display. I shudder and pass on. Oh, unpoetic existence! I enter the surface car only to hear commonplaces. Why listen?” the reader remarks, but would you have me stuff cotton in my ears and thus exclude the possible sound of a bird! No. my auricular organs are open to all. and the street-car traveler is full of spring. It means to yon fat lady, a house cleaning from garret to cellar. This remark is said through the nose with a finality of tone which makes you feel as if every article of furniture were to undergo a siege in which the survival of the fittest would be the inevitable result. Far be it from me to underestimate the virtues of cleanliness, but it makes me blush for winter, that she should not have her share of the virtue. Not only, however, is spring an incentive for the sullied. She has her strong adherents of the rubber doctrine. “Put on your rubbers.” is the national slogan. The child who goes to school hears it from her mother; the man who goes to business hears it from his wife, and the young girl who goes to the “movies” hears it—but wears white-topped boots. This wearing of white 1 o 1 ' W 7 P.ge 95 a i I e boots, though not a virtue in her, is but an example of rebellion against the commonplace in apparel. We can at least sympathize with her in her intentions. Clothes! Would that we could dress in sack-cloth and ashes, that we might get away from the mediocity of voiles and chiffons; of wondering whether hats this spring are to be low crowned or high, broad-brimmed or narrow, skirts short or long, et cetera. I say with Cicero, “O. tempora, O mores.” and I hope I have some fellow-groaners. Let me not confine my expostulations to the fair sex. Our cleverest funny paper, “Life, says. “In the spring a young man’s fancy—“ Then they remark, “Yes, you bet he is.” While somewhat in the vernacular. it is still apt, for we cannot fail to notice that he is. Some people incite my rage, and rouse my ire; these are the detractors of spring. I like this merry time of the year, and anything I like I do not want blamed. Him who says, It must be spring,” yawning capaciously, I challenge to a duel of words. There is only one remedy for this ennui, and that is the poetic one. Tolstoi says, Oh, if we had not religion to console us, life would be very sad. Allow me to place the word poetry for religion; in the spring I should heartily subscribe to the truth of that statement. Is it not more melodious to the ear to hear of gentle rains and murmuring brooks than that, Lizzie So-and-So has a blue straw hat with the cutest little white wings in front, or “I simply must take a spring tonic. I am in a rundown and nervous state, or else, I simply must go away to some resort where I can get away from this horrible inertia!” Inertia, boredom and weariness are all bred by the individual himself. If he makes the main conversational topics of his life, rubbers, tonics and clothes, he will be threatened with an ennui of so terrible a nature as to become chronic. Still the migratory instinct of those who want to get away is not such an unworthy one after all. Perhaps they feel like Oberon that they, too, “Know a bank where the wild thyne blows. Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows. Such banks, however, are not so far to seek as these migrators think. They are near cities, and can be found by all. We must not get so commonplace, so wrapt up in the materialisms of a city that we fail to have nostalgia for the country. Must we think of naught but umbrellas and raincoats? How few of us feel with Thoreau: “Yesterday’s rain in which I was glad to be drenched has advanced the spring. No, no, there is shelter to be sought, umbrellas to be raised, rubbers to be donned. The only way to get away from these ruinous symbols of civilization is to seek the real country, and then reread what great poets felt. At least we can comprehend the verve of Shakespeare’s remarks in The Passionate Pilgrim : Beasts did leap and birds did sing, frees did grow and plants did spring. Everything did banish moan. Spring is here now, and as far as we know, she has come every year, and will keep on returning. Can we learn to dissociate her from rubbers, new garments, house cleaning and cough remedies? Oh! Let us sing with that exquisitely voiced Pippa: “The days at the spring And days at the morn. Mornings at seven. The hillside’s dew pearled; The larks on the thorn; God’s in his heaven. All’s right with the world. Karin Van Pyk. i q i r P.g 96 Page 97 Atlilettcs We started in our athletics this year by introducing a new and fascinating game. “Field Hockey.” Our field, as well as our enrollment, was small, but our spirit was big, and if you want to hear glowing reports of our hockey season ask the girls who wielded the big sticks, and they’ll tell you of black and blue spots and a field of honor. (Better not ask the Senior Team.) Our school team did not meet with a single defeat during the year. Just across the parkway one day the clanking of spurs and clatter of hoofs were heard. The Riding Contest was on. We heard several non-combatants say they had never seen such a group of blue-ribbon horses, and we thought the same. But let us add that we thought the riders had much to do with the good looks of the horses. After the Grand Parade the horses were put through their paces before the judges. We were all glad for an innovation in the afternoon’s program which took the form of tea, served in the gymnasium to parents and friends. Shortly after that, one morning, we heard an old familiar sound. A peek through the door of the gymnasium revealed a girl, a ball, and a basket. (We do not remember who it was. but we arc willing to wager it was a IX Former.) The thud of that ball brought girls from all over the building. Basketball season was on! Ever since then we have been playing, and we have no doubt that the last hot moment of school this June will be filled with the bouncing thud of that ball. Incidentally, our school team did not meet with a single defeat during the year. Here are the names of the school team: Center — Mary Roach (substitute, Blanche McRae). Side Center—Eugenic Crosby (substitute, Margaret Crosby). Forward—Margaret Bardwell (substitute, Janet Schureman). Forward—Mary Huntington (substitute. Evelyn Searle). Guard—Elizabeth Abbott (substitute, Karin Van Pyk). Guard—Sarah Mathews (substitute. Jean Anderson). The girls who made the class teams were: IX FORM. Center—B. McRae (M. Dewey). Side Center—E. Crosby (J. McHugh). Guard—H. Gage (R. Bovey). Guard—S. Mathews (B. Carnahan). Forward — M. Huntington (B. Histed). Forward—J. Schureman (K. Searle). X FORM. Center—C. Crangle (E. Daniels). Side Center—M. Prindle (F. Purdy). Guard—J. Anderson (M. Feather-ston). Guard—E. Daniels (H. Browning). Forward—E. Searle. Forward—R. Zonnc (K. Dalyrmple). XI FORM. Center—M. Wells. Side Center—M. Crosby (J. Petter-son). Guard—E. Abbott (M. Parmele). Guard—H. Keating (E. Waite). Forward—M. Nash (H. Shaw). Forward—A. Bardwell (M. Shaw). XII FORM. Center—M. Roach. Side Center—R. Simpson. Guard—C. Lindley. Guard—D. Hubbard (H. McLane). Forward—E. Schibsby (M. Todd). Forward—M. Bardwell (M. McHugh). 1 Q 1 7 -«r Page 98 M. Curtiss M. Bardwell E. Searlc S. Mathews J. Schurman M. Huntington E. Crosby M. Crosby J. Anderson K. Van Pyk E. Abbott M. Roach B. McRae mam Our tournament ended an exciting series of inter-class games. At this, our vaudeville of indoor sports, the headliner was the championship game between the Seniors and the IX Form, resulting in victory for the latter. “Three cheers for the Freshmen,” say we. “Two cheers (we'd like to say three, but don’t dare) for the valiant Seniors, who played a losing game with a winning spirit. An Odd-Even game was also played. The Odds had five players, but even so were odd enough to give the victory to the Evens. The score was 28 to 16. This year the VI and VII Forms decorated our program with a dance and drill; very proud were we of our little sisters. The older girls, too, the select form from the Playground Course, danced dashing folk-dances to the sound of their wooden shoes. Those who had done best in the gymnasium work of the year won applause by a drill that would have made a hyphenated Swede homesick. We must not fail to mention the important athletic program offered by our Form V. So imbued were they with the History of Greece” that they dressed up for us one day in the springtime and gave us a glimpse of the Olympic Games of old. To the winning Charioteers and Sprinters went laurel wreathes, and each race was started by the original Greek for, Get ready! Be of good cheer!” The winners were: Chariot Race—Brook Pack. Running Leap—Grace Velie. Relay Race—Olive Crosby. Hurdle—Grace Velie. And now we must be frank with you. It is at present April 7, holiday time, and nothing is taking place except our latest Indoor Sport—Basketball for the Mothers. We look forward eagerly to a game between Mothers and Daughters, and Miss Randolph tells us she thinks the school team will be defeated. Tatlers” of other years would now tell you of a Field Day that has been, but let us ask you to look into the future of this Springtime and listen to our plans: I. Field Day—May I 1 th. A. Same as ever. B. Only more. C. New field. D. New events. E. Tennis finals. II. Baseball. A. Inter-class games. B. New diamond. III. Hike Day. A. Usual eats. B. Better snap-shots. C. End of a Perfect Day. A CHALLENGE Tell us not, O noble Seniors, That your proud team beat us twice; You’re no better than the Juniors, And you knew it wasn’t nice. We were brave, and we were gentle. But you didn’t seem to care; You went rudely on to victory With your long arms in the air. It was well, O mighty Seniors, That you rallied at the last. Or your hopes of beating Freshies Would have had an icy blast. Malice, though, is never harbored By our little Freshie team; Send us but another challenge. And we’ll prove we’re what we seem. Mary Huntington, Form IX. 1 Q 1 7 Cyr Page 100 Officers President - - Carlene Crangle Secretary - - Elizabeth Vincent THE FIFTH ANNUAL RIDING CONTEST On the 27th of October, the girls of Northrop School gathered on the Parade, Kenwood Parkway, for their fifth annual riding contest. The street was crowded with motors and a goodly number of spectators, on foot and on horseback, were gathered on the Parade. The contest as usual was full of excitement, the greatest interest, of course, centering in rivalry for the cup. Jean Anderson was again the winner, taking the cup for the Class of 1918. The judges were Mr. L. E. Charlebois, Dr. E. W. Burg and Dr. Carl W. Gay. The entries and winners were as follows: I. Beginners’ Class—Mary Hunting-ton, Henrietta Keating. Florence Purdy, Jane Foote, Dorothy Bleecker. II. Three-gaited Class—(Contest for Mrs. A. R. Rogers’ Cup)—College, Helen Gilkey, Karin Van Pyk; XII Form, Corinne Dickey, Ruth Massie; XI Form, Elizabeth Abbott, Margaret Crosby. Mary Wells. Georgiana Partridge. Henrietta Keating; X Form, Jean Anderson, Carlene Crangle, Rosemary Zonne, Dorothy Bleecker, Elizabeth Vincent, Betty Frankforter, Helen Bisbee; IX Form, Ruth Bovey, Eleanor Couper; VII Form, Eleanor Crangle, Marion Couper. III. Five-gaited Class — College, Helen Gilkey; X Form, Jean Anderson. Elizabeth Vincent, Carlene Crangle, Helen Bisbee. IV. Egg and Spoon Race—College, Helen Gilkey; X Form, Carlene Crangle, Rosemary Zonne, Dorothy Bleecker. Jean Anderson, Elizabeth Vincent. XII Form, Corinne Dickey; IX Form, Ruth Bovey; XI Form, Elizabeth Abbott. Henrietta Keating, Georgiana Partridge; VII Form, Marion Couper. Eleanor Crangle. V. Trotting Race—College, Helen Gilkey, Karin Van Pyk; XI Form, Elizabeth Abbott. X Form, Carlene Crangle, Rosemary Zonne, Jean Anderson. Elizabeth Vincent; IX Form. Ruth Bovey. WINNERS I. Beginners’ Class — Jane Foote, first; Dorothy Bleecker. second; Mary Huntington, third. II. Three-gaited Class—Jean Anderson. III. Five-gaited Class—Jean Anderson, first; Elizabeth Vincent, second; Helen Gilkey, third. IV. Egg and Spoon Race—Jean Anderson, first; Elizabeth Vincent, second; Corinne Dickey, third. V. Trotting Race—Elizabeth Vincent, first; Helen Gilkey, second; Ruth Bovey, third. Page 103 President Vice President Secretary) Jean Anderson. Annette Bardwell. Helen Browning. Ruth Bovey. Dorothy Bleecker. Helen Blake. Margaret Baltuff. Blanche Condy. Helen Drennen. Margaret Dewey. Lois Heegaard. (ilt'c Club Officers. Mary V. Roach Evelyn Searle . Helen Blake Members. Mary Huntington. Henrietta Keating. Rowene Light. Georgiana Partridge. Marion Prindle. Virginia Rigg. Catherine Robertson. Mary Roach. Evelyn Searle. Beatrice Selover. Alice Wheelwright. Rosemary Zonne. i q i r •wr Pagc 104 Orchestra Officers. President—Joyce Petterson. Vice President—Mary Nash. Secretary and Treasurer—Helen Shaw. Members. Margaret Bardwell. Helen Carroll. Betty Histed. Charlotte Lindley. Mary Nash. Joyce Petterson. Helen Shaw. Mildred Shaw. Muriel Voss. Elizabeth Waite. Ukulele dub Officers. President........................ Vice President................... Members. Helen Blake. Helen Browning. Carlcne Crangle. Virginia Hood. Elizabeth Howard. Margaret Howard. Kathrine Jacobson. Mary V. Roach Virginia Hood Helen McLaughlin Dorothy Brown. Florence Purdy. Mary V. Roach. Katherine Searle. Rosemary Zonne. Speaker Clerk . Elizabeth Abbott. Annette Bardwell. Blanche Condy. Margaret Crosby. Ruth Hull. Mary Jordan. Henrietta Keating. Rowene Light. Miss Jean Russell. Che Wrangler Club Officers. .......................Lois Newton .................Constance Zonne Members. Mary Nash. Lois Newton. Marion Parmele. Marion Prindle. Helen Shaw. Mildred Shaw. Mary Wells. Constance Zonne. Faculty Advisers Miss Eva Smith. q i r -cyp Page 105 1 e r (Sir! Remits Captain Lieutenant . Patrol Leader Corporal T reasurer Jean Anderson. Elizabeth Howard. . Marjorie Curtiss Karin Van Pyk Eugenie Crosby . Margaret Crosby Elizabeth Abbott Rowene Light. Lois Newton. Helen McLaughlin. Jean McHugh. Margaret Howard. Katherine Jordan. Katherine Armatage. Mary Wells. Helen Gage. Janet Schureman. Elizabeth Frankforter. Through the interests of Margaret and Eugenie Crosby, a Girl Scout Troop was started here at Northrop. This movement met with as much enthusiasm here as it has received in other parts of our country. They chose the name of “Thistle for the troop; Miss O’Brien was elected captain, and Karin Vay Pyk her assistant. Owing to added duties at school, however. Miss O’Brien was obliged to resign; Marjorie Curtis took her place. The troop has grown right from the beginning. There are now sixteen girls enlisted; others are on the waiting list. All have passed what is called “the Tenderfoot Test, and nearly all have successfully taken their second, or “second class test,” and are now working for merit badges. Like Boy Scouts, they must know the semaphore, continental code, some first aid, including bandaging and stretcher drill; also how to build a fire in the open, without paper, and know how to use a compass. Aside from these duties a scout is courteous, and ever ready to do a good turn.” Hikes, field day and the annual two weeks at summer camp form a good share of the recreative side. A Girl Scout’s honor is her greatest pride and trust. If she says, “On my honor it is so, it is so. No girl can be a true scout unless she is loyal, courteous, and above all, honorable and trustworthy. i q i r Page 107 £7 C nil e r Northrop .Stubcnt (6obcrnmettt Founded 1917. Association FACULTY ADVISERS. Miss Eva M. Smith. Miss Eunice J. Cleveland. Mrs. Christine B. Ruud. Committee on Constitution. Charlotte Lindley. Mary Roach. Corinne Dickey. Constance Zonne. Marion Parmele. Pauline Seidel. Carlene Crangle. Marion Prindle. Mary Huntington. Ruther Schermerhorn. Jane Foote. Preamble. In order to promote school spirit, to establish independence of thought and action in the student body and to encourage a high standard of honor for each mem- ber of the association we do hereby pledge ourselves to the following constitution: Nominees — (Nominated from the student body after careful consideration of many names suggested.) President— Charlotte Lindley. Miriam McHugh. Mary Roach. Vice-President— Constance Zonne. Mary Nash. Margaret Crosby. Secretary— Elizabeth Vincent. Evelyn Searle. Carlene Crangle. Executive Board. President—Charlotte Lindley. Vice-President—Margaret Crosby. Secretary—Elizabeth Vincent. Twelfth Form Representative...........................Kathrine Jacobson Eleventh Form Representative.......................................Joyce Petterson Tenth Form Representative........................................Carlene Crangle Ninth Form Representative.......................................Margaret Dewey Eighth Form Representative.......................................Barstow Burton Seventh Form Representative....................................Elizabeth Melone Sixth Form Representative...........................................Kate Welles i q i r Page 108 ®he Monte Economic Bepartmeni Bread and jelly and cookies and cake, Muffins and soups and chops and steak. Everything under the sun we make; We boil or saute, steam or bake. And oh, the neat and stylish clothes We make in sewing class. Who knows The joy of patching or darning hose? Poetry to us! You call it prose? These are the things you will see being done if you come up to our rooms on the third floor back. Have you ever been up to see those rooms and their splendid equipment? A sunny south room is the Domestic Science Laboratory, where the girls, dressed all in white, mixing up delicious foods in white enamel bowls, make the place a bright and cheerful one indeed. Our domestic art room has both south and west exposure, with a beautiful view up the parkway where the trees all the fall were gorgeous in their many colors, and all the winter have been white with snow. For half the morning or for half the afternoon, the girls sew and cannot believe that the two periods are over, so quickly do they slip by as they happily ply their needles. Just now they are mak- 1 o ing a baby kit for a French war orphan. Before it is sent abroad, it is going to be exhibited at the Women’s Club as a model for others to follow in making similar outfits. Our sewing room can be transformed into a dining room at a moment’s notice; and the girls have found that the only maid they need is standing there in the corner, waiting all the time. To be sure she is lacking in some important respects, being merely our dressmaker’s form dressed in a borrowed white skirt and apron; but she is all the girls need, and is much less bother than the kind you have in your kitchens. Perhaps they can do without a maid when they have their own little homes, for they are learning not only how to plan and decorate their homes, but how to manage them most efficiently, with a saving of time and labor and expense in the operation. Next year, perhaps, there will be many more girls taking work in our department; it is an opportunity not to be lightly neglected. Beatrice Eddy. l r Page 110 7 C e. a i I q i jSrltuol JSfongs FAIR NORTHROP. Tune: “Tit Willow.” I. II. On a tree on the parkway a little grosbeak Sang, “Northrop, fair Northrop, fair Northrop.” And I said to him. “Little bird, why do you sit, Singing ‘Northrop, fair Northrop, fair Northrop?’ Is it longing for knowledge, dear birdie? I said, Or, perhaps a patriotic feeling instead. That forces the song from your throbbing breast red, ‘Northrop, fair Northrop, fair North- t •� Now I feel just as sure as I’m sure that our name Is Northrop, fair Northrop, fair Northrop. That remarkable intellect made him exclaim. O Northrop, fair Northrop, fair Northrop.” For day after day, as he sat on that tree, , Gray matter he’d caught in the highest degree. And ’twas thanks he was singing to you and to me, O Northrop, fair Northrop, fair North- • t rop. hi. If a bird in a tree had a song of delight. For Northrop, fair Northrop, fair Northrop, ’Tis we should be singing with heartiest might. To Northrop, fair Northrop, fair Northrop. For through all the years we’ve remained with you here. You have grown to each one of us more and more dear. And so to this toast, all respond with a cheer, Northrop, here’s to Northrop, fair Northrop. Henrietta Keating, XI Form. SCHOOL SONG. Tune: Northrop School, march on to vict’ry. Thy daughters all are true. We will all uphold thine honor. All firm we’ll stand by you. We’ve left our outgrown shell. Thy building, strong and tall We truly love and cherish. And call our shelt’ring wall. 1 “Annie Laurie. In trials of sport or knowledge. With all good will and cheer. Thy classes are contesting For cup or banner dear; But when comes the final test Of thy daughters’ love for you. We’ll all join to uphold thine honor. All firm we’ll stand by you. Carlene Crangle, X Form. q i r Page III NORTHROP SCHOOL SONG. Air: “Santa Lucia. All hail our Northrop School! Her flag is flying. See you the gold and white. All wrong defying? • Praise we her uprightness; Truth is her watchword. Let not her flag be stained. But hold it upward. CHORUS Let it wave over all. Wave as with joy we call. Here’s to our Northrop School, Here’s to dear Northrop, Home of true friendships, dear. Our Alma Mater, here. Here’s to our Northrop School, Here’s to dear Northrop. Constance L. Zonne, XI Form. SCHOOL SONG. Tune: Bryn Mawr Song. On a quiet parkway, far from noise and care. Stands a noble building, with its towers fair. Tis our Alma Mater, of which we’re so proud, Northrop Collegiate School, sing her praises loud. If you chance to see us as we work or play. You will see that spirit which wins us the day. Basketball or hockey, in which we excel. Every sport delights us, and work as well. Give a cheer for Northrop, make her praises ring. We’ll ne’er forget her, but her fame will sing, When as years go by other duties call. We will remember Northrop’s claim on all Charlotte Lindley, XII Form. SCHOOL SONG. Tune: “For Months and Months. I. Oh, Northrop has a snappy team, that’s won her lots of fame. They say they really catch the ball, and play a corking game. Such clever plays and baskets as those Northrop girls can make; And after you have seen them once, you know it’s not a fake. CHORUS. For I don’t believe they’ve missed the ball For months and months and months. (Repeat.) And ev’ry team they play against Goes home all in the dumps. And I believe they’ll keep it up for months and months and months. II. Miss Smith said. “Girls, when you’re in line, don’t laugh and talk loud.” So when we go downstairs to sing, we make her really proud. For now we have self-government; we’re all that’s right and fine. The teachers never get a chance to take us out of line. CHORUS. I don’t believe they’ll get a chance For months and months and months. ( Repeat.) For we will be as good as gold— They can’t subtract us once. And, oh! we’re going to keep it up, for months and months and months! 1 q i r Page M2 III. IV. We have an elevator, though we haven’t been inside. We stand around and watch and wait, but never get a ride Unless we sprain our ankle, we can’t give ourselves such airs. For while we’re strong and healthy, we will have to walk upstairs. CHORUS. I don’t believe we’ll get a ride For months and months and months. (Repeat.) We stand, and long, and look, and sigh. But we haven’t gone up once. And I don’t believe we ever will, for months and months and months. Oh, we are all good Northrop-ites; we are as true as true. Let other people think their thoughts, ’twill never make us blue. For we will stay true gold and white, we’ll back our team to stand Against 'most any other team—the best in all the land. CHORUS. Oh, we will stand behind our team. For months and months and months. (Repeat.) And now for NORTHROP SCHOOL we raise a hundred thousand cheers. And, oh, we’re going to keep it up for years and years and years. Elizabeth Vincent, X Form. TO NORTHROP. Tune: “Men of Harlech, March to Glory.”—Welsh. Girls of Northrop, lift your voices. Every heart with love rejoices, Loyalty thrills through our voices. As we hear her call. Basketball and hockey playing. Jollity, and also sleighing, Scholarship, full zest conveying— Bind the hearts of all. Lois Newton, XI Form. SCHOOL SONG. Tune: Bryn Mawr Song, adapted. Oh, yonder in the open She stands where winds blow free. Where warm suns flood the heavens, Glad’ning so our hearts that we Rejoice to be girls that can say. Proudly, I’m a Northropite; School that stands for justice. Truth and all that’s right.” When winter’s storms rage round her. Undaunted she doth lie. From frost-paned windows gaze we Across white fields, where ’neath the sky Her towers high above the city rising, 1 O Send to us new cheer— Golden inspirations To guide us through the year. And when once more warm breezes From Sunny South take wing. When young hearts all are throbbing With joy of coming spring, ’tis then we sing “Northrop, you are our school. Whatsoe’er we do. Whatsoe’er life brings us. We’ll be true to you. Alice Lindley, XII Form. 1 7 Page 113 MM 7Xe. C7“ a i NORTHROP BASKETBALL SONG. Tune: Play, play! O girls! With spirit fair. With fighting, fighting spirit dare. Now soon upon the floor we’ll run. Ready for work as well as fun; All dressed up in bloomers neat. In ties and middies, we’ll prove fleet. And ’fore the time is up. we claim. A score ’twill be of mighty fame. NORTHROP SCHOOL SONG. Tune: ’’Maryland, My Maryland.” Play basketball and play your best. Northrop School! O Northrop School! Play fair and win from all the rest, Northrop School! O Northrop School! Still mounting higher is the score. Before the end it will be more; Each game is better than before, Northrop School! O Northrop School! Katherine Dalrymple, X Form. SCHOOL SONG. Tune: “Funiculi, Funicula.” There is a school in central Minnesota, Of wondrous fame. Of wondrous fame. Whose girls of many ages, true and loyal. Do praise her name. Do praise her name. Among the many things that she is famed for Is basketball. Is basketball. They keep the ball in motion every minute, ’Way down the hall, Then up the hall. CHORUS Northrop, Northrop, come and let us sing. Listen, listen! hear the echoes ring. We’ll give a rousing cheer for Northrop School. Now rally one and all. For Northrop’s bound to score today She’s queen of basketball. Margaret Todd. XII Form. “Sailing. CHORUS Playing, playing, over the smooth gym floor. And never a sun shall rise or set When Northrop does not score. (Repeat.) Ruth Hull, XI Form. A NORTHROP BASKETBALL SONG. Tune, On, Wisconsin. I. Play for Northrop, play for Northrop. Play for the gold and white. Forwards, you must make a basket; Fearlessly you fight. Rah, rah, rah! On to victory, on to vict’ry. Our team has won fame. Play, Northrop, play, And win for us the game. IL Guard their forwards, guard their forwards We must keep the ball. Then, the score will soon be rising. It can never fall. Rah. rah, rah! We won’t fail you, we won’t fail you. Victory is plain. Fight for us, fight. And we will always gain. III. Here’s to Northrop, here’s to Northrop. She will win the fight. See her-colors grandly waving. Dear old gold and white. Rah. rah, rah! You are gaining, you are gaining. Victory now is here. Let’s give our Alma Mater One loud cheer. Betty Frankforter, X Form. Annette Bardwell, XI Form. i q i r tht Page 115 junior Class |Ctmcricks I here is in our Senior class Full many a pretty young lass. They each have a trait Which I will now state, These girls in our fine Senior class. The principal girl in our play With wit steals our hearts quite away. She plays do, re, mi Like Paderewski; Pink Bardwell’s this young girl, I say. There is a young lady named Kitty, Who they say is counted quite pretty. She observes greatest care In curling her hair. This idiotic young lady named Kitty. There is a young lady named Alice, Who ought to live in a palace. But would gladly consent To live in a tent Without bearing anyone malice. There is a young lady named Polly, Who has slight inclination to folly. She studies so hard. That she gets a good card. And still they say she is jolly. If H. Drennen’s voice you have heard. You would surely declare her a bird. She talks and she wiggles; She jumps and she giggles, ’Till to laughter you also are stirred. There is a young lady named Fran. Who wears a little black tarn. She's thin as a rail And decidedly pale. This delicate lady named Fran. There is a young lady named Massie, A plump, high-coiffured young lassie. At school she is resident. And now is our president. This charming young lady named Massie. There is a young lady named McLane, Who really is counted quite sane. But when at a dance She is all in a prance. And usually comes home very lame. Now. Dorothy, all will agree. Is a girl of great facility; She can read for Miss Brown Without raising a frown. And in themes she’s a regular B. i Q i r Pig 116 £7X e. a tier- There is a young lady named Jess, Who came to us lately from West. There can be no great doubt She’s an excellent scout. This unusual young lady named Jess. There is a young lady named Marg’ret Who would make a very good target. She has pretty hair. And is very fair. This charming young lady. Marg’ret. There is a young lady named Ruth. Fond of frolic and fun in good sooth; Yet in lessons she’s steady. And is generally ready With her own firm opinion, is Ruth. There is a young lady named Towle, Who is going to learn how to bowl. The reason for that Is because she is fat. And wants to be slim like a pole. There is a young lady named Corinne, Who has a most beautiful grin. Our young clcphanle blanche. Who speaks French, like a launch Which is broken and cannot get in. There is a young lady named Mary. Who does not resemble a fairy. But in basketball shines. And shows us good times. This athletic young lady named Mary. There is a young lady named El, Who they say is a society belle. She doesn’t like school. So stays out as a rule. This dreamy young lady named El. Ede Schibsby is far from petite; She’s attractive, but not very neat; She’s making a sweater Which probably’ll not fit her. Nor be finished ere Winter’s retreat. There is a dear girl, Mir. McHugh, Who has eyes of bright, laughing blue. With her sweet winning smile She’s a way to beguile. Our Tatler editor, Mir. McHugh. Four faithful Seniors lining up. you see. The next time one skips, and then there are three. Three faithful Seniors now appear to you. One gets the rheumatism, then there are two. Now, of these two Seniors, the side line is making fun; One gets peevish, and then there is one. One faithful Senior standing all alone; She gets a doctor’s note and runs along home. There stands Miss Randolph, looking into space. Very much disgusted, as shown by her face. 1 q i r Page 117 my TEACHERS. THEY LOVE ME—I CANT HELP IT. I am no teacher s pet. But they must like me well. I’ll tell you all about it If you’ll promise not to tell. On Friday afternoon They can’t bear to see me go; They want to see me soon. Because they love me so. The words like music sweet. Are such as I now quote: “Report here for detention On Saturday sharp at nine. Repeated tardiness, the cause. Or disorder in chapel line.” I ask you now, dear reader. If that is not love true? Are not my teachers dear to me. Twice as much as yours to you? Edith Schibsby, XII Form. Irene, behind me, comes. And hands me a little note. FORMULAS. Pink = shortness pleasant nature -}- study plumpness 1 r ” ”' ' '’ 1 results Helen (Towle) = retiring X reserve -f- good nature. Mary knowledge X athletic aspiration. Ede = height3 —width - ——— X good looks. Mac = plumpness -f rccre tlon X ability. study c,. suppressed humor , ■ 11 Simp = + 8°°d Will. Mir = recitations X ch°ice °f wor h+ ttcieBliottW“ Friedie = — X pleasant nature. composure Manic = ,t°°wltd|1: + ability X library work impulse Dickey = length -f nerve X reserved bearing. El = vim X good times B = silence X pensive thought -f- retiring nature. Toddy = + talent. Jesalyn = hidden energy -}- vanity X beauty. Polly = smartness + vocabulary X expressive ability. hard work Alice = knowledge -f frail nature -j- truthfulness. Dorothy = candor -p talkativeness. Kathrine = height -f cheerfulness X humor. Drennen = X good voice, not nyr Page 118 m J . 3[e j Seniors These drawings rare, I do declare, Are Seniors dear, perhaps not clear. So I will explain, although I would fain Leave you to guess with great success. Number one is dear Dolly, the pianist jolly. Number two is her friend, who plays ’till the end. Number three, as you see. is at last free To run and embrace number four’s rosy face. The Bible deeps must be well known To know who sleeps on the hard stone. A mass of gold and a lonely sea. And lo! and behold! ’twill our President be. The bug you see, minus the cock. Our captain will be, hardened to knock. The man in eight is selling cake O’er the counter fine—I wish it were mine. Number nine, ’tis told, is a high bridge old; To cross it, pay must be given on the way. Number ten, a fish new to the class. Adds fun and life to the Senior’s strife. Last but not least is father and son— Father without wit, son also with none. At last with groans and many moans. My story I end—do you get the trend? Page 12! Page 122 Name Nickname Age Margaret Bardwell Pink Puzzling Corinnc Dickey Dickey Don’t dare tell Helen Drennen Drennen You never can tell Eleanor Eastman El Old enough to know belter Frances Friedman Fran Average Dorothy Hubbard Minus One Deceiving Kathrine Jacobson Kay A riddle Alice Lindley Al Ask Polly Charlotte Lindley Polly Sweet 16 Miriam McHugh Mir That's a secret Helen McLane Mac Sophistication Ruth Massie Massie Unknown Mary Roach Jesalyn Salmon Cocky Je� Pinkie’s + We haven't found out yet Edith Schibsby Ede Much too young to look Beatrice Selover Be Foolishness Ruth Simpson Ruthy There are many things we don’t know Margaret Todd Toddie Innocence Helen Towle Hel Hard to tell Ambition Occupation Moit Cherished Posses-lion Favorite Expression To be tall and willowly Playing the piano Carrot lop Wh-a-a-t To enter Smith on certification (?) Biting her finger nails Her glasses Oh. kids! To go to college (?) Screaming at the top of Her voice (in more ways Aren't you (Well, anyway, it wa once.) her voice than one) foolish? To graduate from North- Bluffing Her knowledge (?) I'm so sore rop To finish her sweater Going home to change her clothes. (Miss Carse's orders) Pink sweater (even if if she can't wear it) No, not real lyl To get C in French Returning for Saturday detention Art of reading for Miss Brown Really I To talk French Dodging Her room at the Ingle-side Say! Not known Writing short stories Polly No. really. I don't know To make a mistake To get The Tatler in Studying at least one night a week Her wisdom tooth I'm afraid I flunked the hands of the publishers Kissing Her smile Her picture My dearl Matrimony Gossiping Honestly! To go to the U. We Banking Her new spring hat I never could wonder why? write a theme To take a physical training course Basketball Her bus Ye gods and little fishes! Stage Driving a Hudson Diploma from the West 1 iigh School What a life! To be neat Studying (?) Uniform Good night! To be a Hercules Laughing Latent talent Oh. Toddie! To be able to get the “point Having her picture taken for The Tatler Safety pin I’d never tell To be a great singer Being silent Gymnasium bloomers Oh. lie! Well. 1 know Luxar what that To sleep Skipping means but I just can 1 say it A TATLER THEME. The countess snatched off her diamonds and. after clasping her hands, with a sigh she threw them out of the window. At that moment the door opened with a bang and the Lady Isador rushed upon the scene. (Red plush.) We are lost! she shrieked, and dropped upon a chair which stood near her, fainting. What is it, my dear?” said the countess. hastily dispersing the clouds of care which furrowed her brow with a small white hand. Alas! cried the Lady Isador, reviving, I am afflicted with diver’s” troubles. Deep waters are closing over my head! I beheld last night a portent of evil! I saw three meteors walking on the castle parapet, w’hich, I know, are forerunners of the thunderbolt that has long been lurking in the bush beside our path. Don’t be superstitious, dear, replied the countess, now perfectly calm. 1 Q Nor is that all! cried Isador, her agitation increasing. The family jewels are gone—have disappeared! Alas, she sobbed. “I am a wreck, a mere bundle of nerves, fastened by no home-ties, and ready to die! With a wild shriek of despair, she snatched a cloak from near the window and jumped out of it without hesitation. The countess shot out her hand to catch the reckless girl, but only too late. There was a splash in the moat below, and then silence! The countess stood like a statue, her fingers twitching, her bosom heaving with emotion. Suddenly she approached the window, with a face of putty and a glazing eye, she pressed both hands against the pane and threw up the sash. I will follow, she murmured incoherently, and gently swaying back and forth, she tottered to the brink. Another splash marked the finish of a blighted life. A poor, world-worn vessel had at last reached the End of the Trail! 1 7 nwr Page 124 e. (0 a i I e r (En the teachers of orthrop teachers ail of Northrop. We seek your valued time. Five minutes we ask. For the trivial task Of reading this simple rhyme. If you will pause and listen, A secret we’ll disclose That we surmise Will make you wise. More than you can suppose. To the top floor of Northrop Pray climb, for there at work At Biology You’ll find Miss B. Busy with bottle and cork. In this room, where’s pondered out The science of pebbles and such. There lies a door. Open it before Your courage has waned too much. Fear not, but fling afar The door. ‘‘Great Caesar’s Ghost!’’ Pray do not run. A skeleton Can’t harm a mouse at most. Don’t let a dead man scare you. It’s only made of bone. Don’t tremble so. Be calm and go. And leave him quite alone. But hark I Once lived and thrived This gruesome skeleton. A hot tempered French Who died on the bench Was he. His temper lives on. We know, for one day we chanced To open the fateful door. “You ghastly fright!’’ We cried. That night Revenge the skeleton swore. Night came; darkness enveloped The empty halls of the school. A drearier scene Had never been Visited by ghost or ghoul. The clock, hung high in the study. Tolled forth each somber hour. A hollow tone In the still lone Room, woke echoes, dull and dour. One, two, three clanged slowly forth. Then four, five, six and seven. Oh, foolish sound! Still did resound Eight, nine, ten, and eleven. Then twelve! On the floor above A door opened. All was still. Then a rattling of bones. And queer, stifled groans. As the skeleton stretched at will. The clanking and clatt’ring grew loud. The creature was clumping downstairs! The hall he traversed. Then with a curse. Took the study hall unawares. i q i r P.g 125 a i I e r The black night did not daunt him. He saw as if ’twere day. All ’round he went With the dark intent To cause havoc and disarray. In each desk he tumbled the books ’Till they were in confusion. Well written lessons For the morrow’s sessions He changed ’till all was delusion. Papers of Algebra and French, Latin, and Histories, Once excellent. His pains he lent To make them C’s and D’s. And when his evil deed was done. He retired to his den. But with designs At various times To do the trick again. Oh, teachers, if you’ve caught The moral of this confession. Then don’t blame us. Or make a fuss. When we haven’t got our lesson. A WRANGLING BUSINESS MEETING. Time—12:50 P. M. Scene—Library of Northrop Collegiate School. Characters—Members of Northrop Wranglers’ Club, gracefully dispersed on various tables and L. N.—The meeting— M. J.—My pink taffeta, I think— L. N.—The meeting will please— H. K.—If you don’t believe it, ask— L. N.—Order! The meeting will please come to order. R. H.—Will you go with me to Ivey's tonight ? M. S.—(Giggles.) L. N.—We want to decide when we’ll have our next meeting. C. Z.—Let’s have it next Saturday night. H. K.—Can’t come—N’other engagement. M. Pr.—Where you going? H. K.—I’m not telling. Have it next Friday night. E. A.—That’s concert night. L. N.—And I just can’t miss that concert. It— M. J.—Let’s not have it. M. C.—Girls, we must be serious. chairs. A. B.—Mother said if we really wanted to make— L. N.—Please hurry; the bell will ring in a minute. H. S.—Whom are you going to take to the dance? R. L.—Oh, won’t you give me a dance? L. N.—Order! M. W.—Girls, I have the vilest crush. B. C.—Did I tell you about last night? Well, the phone rang, and— R. P.—How about a week from Saturday? A. B.—Dancing school, of course. M. N.—Guess whose lunch table I’m sitting at this week. M. Pr.—Wasn’t that ice cream good we had today. The bell rings and the meeting quickly adjourns. M. W.—I wish I knew my Cicero. H. S.—Why did we have that meeting? I could have been studying. X q l r Page 126 A NORTHROP HEROINE. A tale of great bravery to you I’ll unfold. More valiant a story has never been told. At the Northrop School lunch, after singing the grace. At an unsteady table a girl took her place. It shook, then it wobbled, and tipped with great force. The girl thought it her fault, and was filled with remorse. But she could not find out what the matter might be— T hat one leg was too short she could finally see. A brave boy of yore she was very much like (Who put his young arm through a hole in the dike. Thus keeping the sea from Holland so low.) ’Neath the table’s short leg she inserted her toe. She kept her post bravely, not saying a word. Scarce daring to breath; it would slip if she stirred. Like a martyr she sat; then her face showed great fear. It slipped, with a rattle. She cried, “O my dear!” If you e’er go to Northrop, come heed what I say. Please don’t be a martyr, it never will pay. If you’re troubled with lessons, or a short table leg, Don’t be fussed; heed my moral, and profit, I beg. INTERJECTIONAL. With a “Well—ah” And an “Oh—ah” And an Urn—ah” And a “So—ah The lesson’s begun. With an “And—ah” And a “Becuz—ah” And a “Why—ah” And many a “Wuz—ah The lesson goes on. With a “Then—ah” And a “Guess—ah” And a No—ah And a Yes—ah” The lesson’s done. i q l r Page 128 (7 C e. a i I Q TT HEARD IN THE LOCKER ROOM. “Where is my key? Dear, dear, I do believe I’ve lost it. Well, here are some perfectly good bloomers anyway. I wonder whose they are. That means I don’t get my dollar back. ’Tis a sad life. Ruth, haven’t you a middy for me? You haven’t? Just my luck. You’ve lost yours? Isn’t it terrible the way people go around swiping everybody’s clothes? So irresponsible. Dear, dear, it’s getting late, and I haven’t a middy. Wonder what that greyish-looking thing is sticking out of that locker over there. A middy! Joy! There goes the whistle! Do I dare wear these stockings? Well, here goes. Might as well get it over. BASKET BALLIC WARS. The Senior high school as a whole is divided into three parts, one of which the Seniors cheer for. another the Juniors, and the third, those who, in their own slang, are called Sophs, and in ours, the class of nineteen-nineteen. These all differ from one another in knowledge, experience and behavior. One year separates the Juniors from the Seniors, and two the Seniors from the Sophomores. Of all these, the Seniors are the best players, because they are furthest removed from the weakness and dependency of the cradle, and go least often to the Trot Inn to partake of those things which tend to weaken the mind. They have, moreover, been waging war continually since they were in the eighth grade. When to one class frequent rumors are brought, and they are informed by Miss Randolph that some other class is conspiring against them and wishes to play them, these preparations are made for waging war. After the team has been encouraged and the class banner has been sent to the cleaners, those who are not in arms, gathering together from all sides, draw up in line and rehearse those cheers which are used to urge on the team during the fray. These preparations having been made, the game is played. It is fought long and fiercely in that place. That side which has repulsed the attack of the enemy and which has most baskets, wins the game. The Northrop Team surpasses all others in skill, team-work and snap. Quod Erat Demonstrandum. MID-YEARS. ’Tis study here, 'tis study there, 'Tis study, study, everywhere; For we must pass. Or else, alas. That tale is much too sad for you; The good one is when girls “get thru. Page 129 THE ELEVATOR. What is the elevator for? The eager girls all cry. But Benson just shuts up the door And sails away on high. And when Miss Carse comes up to lunch. Within that magic cage. A button's all she has to punch To make us weep with rage. No other elevator grand Has half the charm for me. I guess because forbidden land Is always best, you see! SLANG. Dear sister, may I trouble you for the gravy? nevertheless, from that time my opinion of the elegance of the language of the street was decidedly lowered. This lowered opinion became a marked dislike one day when I. sorely tried with adversity, indulged in a woman’s standby, tears. When I raised my wet eyes and met, instead of the expected sympathy, the curt remark: Aw, cut it out! You can’t get that sob stuff over on me, I decided that, hereafter, my life should be devoted to the crushing of slang. Oh. if you would be wise, beware the corrupt language of the gaudy shop girl and the painted street walker. Do not stoop to the phrases of the movie fiend; avoid the tart talk of the coco-cola drinker and the blase attendants of ice cream parlors. Have mercy on our beautiful mother tongue! And the next time you hear any one violate the English language, give him a piece of your mind. But do not expect him to thank you for your kindness. Once upon a time I looked with admiration and envy upon those who could talk slang as fluently as if they had taken lessons in it. To be like them—those fortunate souls who could murder the English language with as much rapidity and case as they ate their dinners—was my secret and highest ambition. I would lie awake for hours after I had gone to bed. engrossed in an imaginary conversation with one of my slang heroes in order to acquire a finer knowledge of the superb language. One night I woke to find the entire family assembled in terror by my bedside. Not until they told me they had been roused by my shouts of Aw, go on; quit your kiddin . and other choice phrases, did I realize that perhaps my desire for a graceful style in slang was going a bit too far. This realization was quickened when, a short while later at dinner, my small brother bellowed across the table at me: “Hey. there, kid, slide the grease! Though I knew what he meant to say was. Page 130 £7X e. “Haste thee. Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful jollity” “What’s the matter with Isabel? She’s on the Taller joke committee. “RUN! SAID THE LITTLE RED HEN. “THE SKY IS FALLING FOR ONE DAY— Margaret Crosby wore her hair curled. Elizabeth Vincent wore a hat. Helen Drennen did not yell. La Verne Anthony did not wear white stockings. Mildred Shaw did not blush. HEARD AT THE LUNCH TABLE. • H.—I detest the serge uniforms—they tickle my arms so. M.—-Oh. you are altogether too par-tickle-ar. M. P.—I wonder where all the pencils go? I looked in ten desks yesterday and didn’t find one DID THEY HAVE AEROPLANES IN THOSE OLD DAYS? Said one Junior to another:— The French king gave three things to Henry V. in the peace treaty, and the only one I can remember is the heir-ship to France. Joyce Petterson had flowing curls. The Northrop girls left their knitting at home. Edith Schibsby was painfully neat. Florence Purdy paid attention in class. Blanche Condy had a quiet lip. M. P. (at lunch)—Didn’t Annette Kellerman study law at Harvard? E. S.—Annette Kellerman! You’re crazy! M. P.—Well, some one did. Oh. I know. It was Helen Keller. E. S. (going to English class)—Bring my Hill. Query—Did she think her classmate a Hercules? D. H. (in geometry class)—lake triangle ABC and hitch it on triangle M N L. 1 Q 1 7 Page 132 MUMPS. One January morning we heard with deepest pain News that made us fear a classmate ne’er would speak again. She was a fair and rosy lassie of First Avenue South. She had fallen a ready victim to a big jaw and mouth. We were to give a circus on February tenth. The poor dear was to be a spokesman of the great event. Since to talk she was unable, a change was forced on us. So we had to let the child pose as hippopotamus. IN A SOPHOMORE CLASS MEETING BEFORE THE CIRCUS E. V.—The elephant will rehearse at four o’clock. R. Z.—Well, how can we when the hind legs have the mumps? What is that time of noise and din, When students show their power? When everyone does fondly dream With lifted faces that do beam In hopes that it” may be ice cream? Why, ’tis the luncheon hour! Now. in our school we like to go a Trot Inn, But, of course, we cannot keep that pace up very long. So 'till after four we are contented walkin’. But after that we’re Trot Inn pretty strong. Page 133 The Armory Has always been A forbidden Territory to me. Lest some bad spirit Should be found A-lurking midst its ON TUESDAY. I love to see my classmates a-hopping ’round the gym; The sight of them, it fills my heart with U . But when 1 do the hopping, comes an overwhelming pang Of what the girls along the wall must think of me! H. Blade (in history class)—It wa« a sad time. Mrs. R.—Why? H. B.—They had a hard time with their money. Mrs. R.—For that matter, we all do. Helen. '9'7-bc. LIBRES. Ruins. For five months I have passed Fearfully, with bated breath. And—nothing has happened! I’m disgusted--! Miss B. (in physics class)—Helen, if you lived on the sun. would you be light or heavy? Helen—Heavy, I suppose. Miss B.—Now, Helen, tell me what makes you so heavy. Helen—Because I eat too much. Miss R.— (speaking of Jefferson’s inauguration)—Jefferson rode down the street in his horse and carriage. Our days are full at Northrop School With studies, gym and crushes. We try to never break a rule. But the Trot Inn food is luscious. 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Senior (overhearing conversation) — There doesn’t seem to be much choice, my dear. I think it’s perfectly killing in either case. T. W. (in English)—Telemachus woke the morning after and found— Miss C.—The morning after what? T. W.—Oh. the—oh—the morning after the—night before. AT THE LUNCHEON TABLE. T. W. (pouring water from one of the bottles)—This is the heaviest thing I ever masticated. STEINWAY WHEN DREAMS COME TRUE Think of the dearest voice you know, lifted and carried on the Steinway’s mellow tones! That’s the sort of thing that makes dreams come true. It has the power of creating a new world of happiness and in the closeness of daily association it gathers only added value with the years. The Steinway Piano established the world's standard many years ago, and its exquisite tone and perfect mechanism are still unexcelled. Today, as then, it is the choice of master musicians and music lovers the world over, because of its undisputed superiority. 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(Note.—1 his joke is reserved for only those brilliant personages who understand that ancient and revered, though dead language, Latin.) Drug Commnv DOERR-ANDREW DOERR The Northrop Collegiate School FOUNDED 1900 INCORPORATED 1915 COLLEGIATE DEPARTMENT Includes Junior College Home Efficiency Course Playground Course HIGH SCHOOL Prepares for the New Plan College Entrance Examinations Offers General Course with emphasis on Science, History and Modern Languages ELEMENTARY SCHOOL KINDERGARTEN AND MOTHERS’ CLASSES TRUSTEES Sewall D. Andrew Mortimer H. Boutelle Edgar J. Couper John Crosby Rev. James E. Freeman Frederick P. Nash Frederick M. Stowell Charles D. Velie Harry B. Waite Frederick B. Wells Leonard R. Welle John O. P. Wheelwright David N. Winton A. E. Zonne Miss Elizabeth Carse, Principal Kenwood Parkway Minneapolis HEIRLOOMS ■ KEEPSAKES Have you heirloom , keepsake , thing not of great intrinsic worth perhaps, but of value to you. that should have positive protection? 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