Northrop Collegiate School - Tatler Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

Text from Pages 1 - 184 of the 1921 volume:

THE TATLER 1921 . PUBLISHED BY THE STUDENTS OF NORTHROP COLLEGIATE SCHOOL RJ - Pl|!« n Page 6 ■■MB TO OUR SCHOOL AND TO ALL WHO HAVE HELPED TO MAKE IT WHAT IT IS, WE AFFECTIONATELY ' DEDICATE THIS TATLER Pnitc 8 Miss Elizabeth Carse Principal Miss Victoria C. Bagier Miss Myra Banks Miss Alvina M. Boley Miss Mary T. Brewer Miss Alma S. Fick Miss Ruth Fitzpatrick Miss Margaret George Miss Henriette C. Grandjean Miss Julia C. Herrick Miss Pauline V. Hill Miss Ida M. Keel Miss Louise Larawa Miss Isabella Marzolf Mrs. Edna F. Menger Miss Ruth M. Radford Miss Bemeice Roemer Miss Elizabeth Sadley Mrs. Inez Schimmele Miss Frances M. Smith Miss Dagny Svenddal Mrs. Carolyn H. Strong Miss Maude C. Thompson Miss Emily H. Tupper Miss Marie Louise Witbeck Miss Carro Buchanan, Registrar Miss Marie Martinez, Librarian Miss Ella C. Mills, Secretary Page 9 To Our School Oh Northrop, as thou standest there. Rearing thy noble towers. We feel it more and more each day— That thou art truly ours. We sing thy praise, we hail thy name; For thou wilt ever be Guardian of the truth and right. Ideals so dear to thee. Give us the vision that we seek; Instill in us the right; Inspire us with ambitions high; Oh, be our guiding light! And when, dear school, the parting comes, With fervent love we’ll say: “The debt of gratitude we owe We never can repay.” So. calm and stately as thou art. Each day thou’lt dearer seem And win thy meed of our regard. True love and high esteem. _Margaret Schermerhorn, '22. School Song Tune: “The Old Oaken Bucket” How dear to our hearts will the joys of our school days Be later in life when we’ve left them behind:— Our teachers, our comrades, the dearest of friendships, The pleasantest memories of every kind, The turrets so noble, the clock in the hall-way. That stands there unfailing, to tell us the time. So many the blessings and joys that we had there. We never can sing them in one little rime. Refrain: —Caroline Mercer, ’24. Oh dear School, dear Northrop, the friend of our girlhood, Yes, here’s to a long life for dear Northrop School. Page 10 Toast to the Faculty i. In our eager search for knowledge. You have guided us aright, You have shown us where the truth lay. And explained to us its might. II. You have borne with all our failings, With a patience most sublime. And your loving care and kindness Must achieve results in time. III. If at times we seem ungrateful For the good that you have done, That is just the way of children, And we love you—every one. IV. So here’s to you, our faithful teachers! You have always proved true blue; And we’d have you know we realize How much we owe to you. —Ruth Cantillon. 22 Toast to the Seniors Our friends, the Seniors, are about to leave us. It is for us to remain here and to try to fill the place they have left so empty. But let us assure them that our hearts go with them. May we not in turn ask that, wherever their paths may lead them, their thoughts will sometimes lovingly turn to the girls they left behind? —Ruth Cantillon, '22 The Northrop Rose FRESHMAN SOPHOMORE JUNIOR SENIOR Page 11 mm MARY AHDER59M ELIZABETH B9VEY MILDRED BUFFHTQT9H ESTHER BRUCE MARY DIBBLE ViRQIhlA DYM9ITD ELIZABETH QANRE ELIZABETH MCLAME D9R9THY MAH IT TFIE9D°RA HELPME ELIZABETH M°RRI59M QEHEVIEVE ODELL ELIZABETH STR9HQ JULIA THPRPE ..192,1.. I'a«p l i Pa e 13 PaK 14 Mary Dibble— “Quiet and undisturbed she moves slowly along her way.” Virginia Dymond— A pretty smile makes life worth while.” Pane 15 Elizabeth Gahre— She hath a natural, wise sincerity, a simple truthfulness.’ Elizabeth McLane— By flattery unspoiled.” Page 16 PaK 17 “Those about her sh?ll learn from her the perfect ways of honor.” Genevieve Odell— “Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.” Pune 18 1 Elizabeth Strong— “She is true to her word, her work and her friends.” Julia Thorpe— “Happy am I: from care I’m free. Why aren’t they all contented like me? Pnjce 19 20 •At; FORM XI Phoebe Bleecker ......... Ruth Cantillon Avis Louise Dayton ...... Susan Decker ....... Frances Goetzman ........ Nancy Haggard ........... Frances Hallet.......... Eleanor Kingman Pauline McCarthy Elizabeth Melone......... Margaret Schermerhorn Maxine Wilcox ...... Josephine Velie ..... 1527 Fremont Ave. N. .... 2625 Park Ave. 2321 Blaisdell Ave. S. 1315 Mount Curve ..416 Clifton Ave. Cheyenne, Wyoming 2231 W. 21st St. 225 Ridgewood Ave. .........2002 2nd Ave. S. 2420 Pleasant Ave. 1701 Mount Curve 1221 Mount Curve 225 Clifton Ave. P ««- 21 Past 22 FORM X Virginia Capron Caroline Crosby_________ Mildred Danaher _ Margaret Dickinson ... Roberta Gage ........... Alice Griffin Emma Joslin.............. Lorraine Long............ Elizabeth Poehler ...... Mary Reinhart ......... — Pauline Seidel -........ Mary Stevenson _ Mary Truesdell........... Kate Welles Helen Young ........_.... ................. 1916 Penn Ave. S. 2104 Stevens Ave. ------ 4248 Dupont Ave. S. 1704 Knox Ave. S. 1819 Girard Ave. S. ............. 2514 Girard Ave. S. ................. 2808 Irving Ave. S. .................2407 Girard Ave. S. ............... 4655 Emerson Ave. S. 1816 Humboldt Ave. S. ................ 1722 Fremont Ave. S. ..........2109 Pleasant Ave. .................1904 Dupont Ave. S. 2011 Pillsbury Ave. 2416 Colfax Ave. S. Page 23 I’agt 21 FORM IX Bernice Adamson 4637 Emerson Ave. S. Marion Ashley ..................................„..2832 Irving Ave. S. Jessica Barber 3624 3rd Ave. S. Anita Beaudoux 2301 Penn Ave. S. Louise Belden 1200 Summit Ave. Elizabeth Carpenter..... 121 W. Franklin Ave. Helen Clifford 325 Clifton Ave. Jane Confer 1716 Colfax Ave. S. Eleanor Cook 410 Clifton Ave. Carolyn Crosby 2120 Park Ave. Olive Crosby 2120 Park Ave. Alice Cudworth 1913 Emerson Ave. S. Bernice Davison 3004 James Ave. S. Elizabeth Decker 1315 Mount Curve Mabel Fullerton 1920 Vine Place Charlotte Griffin 2514 Girard Ave. S. Virginia Harsh 2408 Russell Ave Helen Hallet .2231 W. 21st St. Ann E. Hankinson ............................. 2018 Humboldt Ave. S. Ruth Harrison 3525 Irving Ave. S. Jane Hepburn 72 Groveland Terrace Adele Hodgman 15 West 24th St. Jane King 1218 Summit Ave. Marcella Marfield ... ............. ...............1784 Dupont Ave. S. Caroline Mercer 2740 Humboldt Ave. S. Margaret Mann 430 Oak Grove St. Priscilla Morse 1635 West 26th St. Emma Poehler 4655 Emerson Ave. S. Martha Shute 1924 Kenwood Parkway Helen Thorp..................................... 4709 Emerson Ave. S. Ann Todd 411 Groveland Ave. Grace Velie 225 Clifton Ave. Margaret Williams 2215 Pillsbury Ave. Lucy Winton 2112 Pillsbury Ave. Eleanor Whiting _ ...........4229 Dupont Ave. S. Pnge 25 P«tc« 26 FORM VIII Bertha Blakeley ..... ............. ..................2200 Pillsbury Ave. Catherine Carpenter _ —. 121 W. Franklin Ave. Edith Chapman -.......... Excelsior, Minn. Elizabeth Chapman 1716 Fremont Ave. S. Josephine Clifford 325 Clifton Ave. Jean Dickey....................................... 3305 Calhoun Boulevard Katherine Dodge Maryland Hotel Doris Douglas 1926 Pleasant Ave. Betty Goodell ...........................- 2417 Russell Ave. S. Juliet Hazard .......... _ ........................ 4437 Dupont Ave. S. Edith Hunter 3408 Calhoun Ave. Margaret Jordan 1917 Vine Place Virginia King ........................................ 1716 Colfax Ave. S. Helen Lawrence 3140 James Ave. S. Katherine Leigh 2208 Kenwood Parkway Caroline McCaull 2750 Park Ave. Harriet McSchooler ................................... 2007 Franklin Ave. Prudence Mulliken 2721 Lake of the Isles Boulevard Alice Nash ...... 310 Groveland Ave. Alice O’Connell 1423 Harmon Place Mary Samels 2212 Humboldt Ave. S. Elizabeth Saxe 4255 East Lake St. Eloise Stevenson ................................ 4224 Garfield Ave. S. Ann Tarr ...........................................2329 Newton Ave. S. Virginia Waldron.................................. 1937 Kenwood Parkway Pane 27 l «ire 28 FORM VII Evelyn Baker Marion Barnard Margaret Burnet Mary Eaton ... Marion Hume .... Ann Wilder Jewett Bee Joslin Mary Ayer Law Elizabeth Murphy Margaret Louise Newhall Bernadette Plant Josephine Reinhart Jean Savage Katherine Spratt ...1805 Fremont Ave. S. .....2407 Girard Ave. S. .2601 Euclid Place 2718 Pillsbury Ave. .....2804 Irving Ave. S. 1816 Fremont Ave. S. .....2808 Irving Ave. S. ......„.2310 Stevens Ave. Excelsior, Minn. 1518 West 26th St. .201 Clifton Ave. 1816 Humboldt Ave. S. 2600 Portland Ave. 209 Clifton Ave. P� jce 2ft Page SO FORM VI Barbara Bailey _ Frances Baker Elizabeth Boswell Betty Fowler Anne Healy________ Elizabeth Johnson Jeannette Latta Charlotte Williams Martha Robinson Constance Marshall 82 Willow St. 1805 Fremont Ave. S. 2505 Pleasant Ave. 1809 Girard Ave. S. .....2105 Irving Ave. S. 2304 Aldrich Ave. S. . .4726 Fremont Ave. S. Peggy McKenney Irene Merritt 1801 Mount Curve Maryland Hotel Janet Morrison 2312 1st Ave. S. Margaret Spratt 209 Clifton Ave. Kate Velie „ 225 Clifton Ave. 2215 Pillsbury Ave. 2301 Pillsbury Ave. 64 Groveland Terrace Pa si t’Aite 32 V Grace Bergsing Dorothy Carpenter Margaret Chute Elizabeth Dodge Bernice Goldsmith Betty Jewett .... Louise Jewett Mary Nelson Florence Isabel Roberts............ Helen Scott Evelyn Seeley ___________ Dorothy Stephens .... Jane Strong Mary Louise Sudduth Grace Taylor Annah Margaret Thresher Jane Woodward 1137 Vincent Ave. N. 2303 3rd Ave. S. 2205 Pleasant Ave. S. 1712 Irving Ave. S. Hampshire Arms 2017 Grand Ave. 1816 Fremont Ave. S. 1822 Mount Curve 1901 James Ave. S. 2720 Bryant Ave. S. 2115 Emerson Ave. S. 4939 Garfield Ave. 2324 Pillsbury Ave. 1781 Logan Ave. S. 4340 Alden Drive 1708 Irving Ave. S. 215 Clifton Ave. I'ftUO 31 FORM IV Mary Atkinson ................................... 104 Groveland Terrace Ann Beckwith 2205 Park Ave. Betty Belden 1200 Summit Ave. Mary Burnet 2601 Euclid Place Mary Case ........ 2118 Pillsbury Ave. Adrienne Courtney................................ 1968 Kenwood Parkway Caroline Doerr 2611 Euclid Place Martha Eurich 2322 L?ke of the Isles Boulevard Alice Fraser 1904 James Ave. S. Marie Geraghty .................................. 2509 Humboldt Ave. S. Sallie Geraghty ................................... 2509 Humboldt Ave. S. Nancy Harrison 3525 Irving Ave. S. Betty Heegaard.......... . 1924 Humboldt Ave. S. Elizabeth Magnuson 2520 Euclid Place Donna McCabe ....................... Belmont Apts., 1000 Franklin Ave. W. Victoria Mercer .............................. .2740 Humboldt Ave. S. Mary Morrison ..................... ....................._2312 1st Ave. S. Mildred O’Brien 219 West Franklin Ave. Lucille Rector ............... 2441 Girard Ave. S. Jane Robinson 2301 Pillsbury Ave. Edna Lou Smith ............ ................... 2541 3rd Ave. S. Dorothy Stevens 1785 Logan Ave. S. Alice Tenney ............................ ............... 3200 1st Ave. S. Helen Tuttle 217 West Franklin Ave. Nancy Van Slyke ............................................ Maryland Hotel Beatrice Wells 11 Dell Place PaK 35 Pajrtf 36 HI FORM HI Peggy Belden .......... Eleanor Bellows ...... Virginia Cook .. Ruth de Vienne Jane Hamilton —.... Margaret Johnson Jane Merritt .......... Aileen Stimson Betty Strom............ Elizabeth Tscharner ... Charlotte Willoughby Anne Winton ........... 1200 Summit Ave. 2400 Pleasant Ave. 410 Clifton Ave. 2303 3rd Ave. S. 2017 Humboldt Ave. S. 2304 Aldrich Ave. S. .. Maryland Hotel 434 Ridgewood Ave. 2015 Kenwood Parkway 2407 Girard Ave. S. 1928 James Ave. S. .... 2112 Pillsbury Ave. Page 37 Pajte 38 FORM II Harold Atkinson ........... Hopkins, Minn. Eleanor Jane Belden.......................... ——- 1200 Summit Ave. Jane Brooks 2401 1st Ave. S. Virginia Helm 1819 Mount Curve Ave. Jane Helm 1819 Mount Curve Ave. Mary J. Confer 1606 W. 28th St. Isabel McLaughlin....... ........................... 1710 Knox Ave. S. Betty Miller 205 Oak Grove Hotel Helena Robbins ................................. __.1905 Pillsbury Ave. Rosanna Robbins .................... 1905 Pillsbury Ave. Cynthia Spratt 209 Clifton Ave. Nancy Stafford 621 Kenwood Parkway Virginia Stevens .................................... 1785 Logan Ave. S. Helen Stevens 1785 Logan Ave. S. Betty Stroud Hopkins, Minn. Thyrza Tyrell 2422 Johnson St. N. E. Catherine Wagner.. __724 E. 17th St. Marjorie Williams™..................... ......—... 1900 Colfax Ave. S. P� K 39 40 PORM I Frances Beard Maryland Hotel Edith Bristol 2200 Park Ave. Janet Cutler - - ........................... 402 Oak Grove Hotel Mary Dodge 1712 Irving Ave. S. Charlotte Driscoll ,_________ 1801 James Ave. S. Elizabeth Ann Fawkes 2437 Irving Ave. S. Gretchen Hauschild 2419 Lake of the Isles Blvd. John Hewitt 126 E. Franklin Ave. Jack Hill 2206 1st Ave. S. Mary Jaffray 2433 Irving Ave. S. Betty Jane Jewett ....... ............... 2428 Humboldt Ave. S. Miriam Lucker .......................... 1915 Humboldt Ave. S. Mary Louise Parker 1802 Fremont Ave. S. Betty Ragland........ 5140 Colfax Ave. S. Mary Rogers .............. ... ... ________1914 Vine Place Betty Short............................ 2631 Lake of the Isles Blvd. Macha Smith „... ........................... 230 Oak Grove St. Peter Stroud _____Hopkins. Minn. P irc 41 Pas 42 niNPERQDRTEN Elizabeth Andrus Virginia Baker Ruth Confer........... Anne Dalrympie Tayloe Hannaford Ogden Hannaford ......... Mary Hewitt.............. Betty Hewitt ............ Marshall Hoke______—.. — Charles Lyman ........ Donald McMullen Harvey Mack .......... Eleanor Orde ............ John Salisbury .......... Mary Scriver ............ Andrew Smith ....... Thomas Stevens Robert Stimson .......... Dorothy Stroud........... Helen Swift ..... 1903 Girard Ave. S. 1805 Fremont Ave. S. 1606 W. 28th St. 2301 1st Ave. S. 1900 Dupont Ave. S. ...1900 Dupont Ave. S. .126 E. Franklin Ave. 126 E. Franklin Ave. ..816 Summit Ave. 5121 Dupont Ave. S. 2414 Pillsbury Ave. 2410 Irving Ave. S. 1717 Logan Ave. S 2433 Sheridan Ave. S. 2215 Sheridan Ave. S. 2400 Oliver Ave. S. .1785 Logan Ave. S. 434 Ridgewood Ave. ......Hopkins, Minn .....2815 Benton Blvd Paite « PdREBTO 4ND Tethers ■flss ? IBTI9M The first meeting of the Association for the year 1920-21 was a most delightful occasion, including the Pageant of 1620, a luncheon and a book exhibit. Very artistic invitations, the work of Miss Tupper, had been mailed to all the parents and the response was most enthusiastic. Mrs. Mann and her entertainment committee were called upon to provide luncheon for as many as could be seated in the hall. Mr. Wells gave a talk on the manufacture of books and spoke of the rare first editions in his possession. He brought to the exhibit at the school some of his wonderful volumes, one being a book entirely engraved from copper plate. Miss Frances Smith mentioned the classification of books in the exhibit and asked that gifts be made to the school from the lists. Miss Carse urged the parents to give their children a few fine books as a means of teaching appreciation of their value and called attention to the beautiful prints in the exhibit from the Beard Art Galleries. A great deal of interest was taken in the books shown, especially in the number of French books, some of them imported for the first time by Mr. Wells. Mrs. Crosby urged the parents to stand by the Northrop League and to uphold the girls in their loyalty to the pledge taken by them. Friday, Oct. 22nd, a most interesting event took place on the Parade Grounds: the Eighth Annual Riding Contest of Northrop School. There were six events on the schedule and many entries for each. The Entertainment Committee had charge of serving tea. In response to several requests. Miss Carse arranged to speak on College Entrance Examinations at an evening meeting Saturday, Jan. 15th. It is customary to have one evening meeting during the year and many fathers took advantage of the opportunity to learn more of the school conditions and of the outlook. Everyone was particularly interested this year in Miss Carse’s trip to the Eastern Colleges. There are former Northrop girls at Bryn Mawr, p� « ✓' Smith, Wells, Wellesley and Vassar. Meetings with the students were arranged for by Miss Carse. She also visited Barnard, Mt. Holyoke and Simmons College, and had interviews with the Presidents or Deans of the Colleges and met chairmen and other members of Committees on Admission. Miss Carse reported that she had found everywhere a spirit of co-operation and a desire to be helpful, but also a firm belief in the value of examinations as means of college entrance. Thorough preparation in secondary schools before coming to college was emphasized by all college authorities. In New York, Miss Carse had a conference with Mr. Thomas S. Fiske, Secretary of the College Entrance Board on the work of the Secondary Schools as covered by the examinations. There seems to be a tendency to favor Comprehensive Examination as opposed to the old form of examinations in sections divided over two or three years. The Comprehensive Examination requires four examinations at the end of the senior year and together with the school record, forms the basis of entrance to college. The parents found Miss Carse’s talk extremely interesting and enlightening and several members of the audience, not directly connected with the school, expressed themselves as delighted with this opportunity to become informed as to the College Entrance Examinations. The officers for the year 1920-21 are: President .................... Mrs. Franklin Crosby 1st Vice President ...........Mrs. Leonard R. Welles 2nd Vice President......... Mrs. D. Draper Dayton Recording Secretary Mrs. Reginald J. Healy Corresponding Secretary Mrs. Radcliffe Boswell Treasurer Mrs. Charles R. Williams Chairman Entertainment Committee................... Mrs. Frederick Mann Chairman Library Committee Mrs. Charles Case Chairman Home School Relations .................. - _________________________________Mrs. Charles Bovey Chairman Associate Membership Committee ...................... Mrs. George Huntington The annual meeting and luncheon will be held in May and will mark a most successful year for the school with most inspiring prospects for those to come. —Marjorie H. Healy, Recording Secretary. Page 45 Page 16 NORTHROP LEAQ U E Northrop League Song (“Hail, Columbia”) Oh, Northrop League, we sing to thee. We’d have thee known from sea to sea As fighting for the truth and right. As fighting for the truth and right. We shall fore’er pronounce thy name With fervent love’s undying flame. Each chance for service we shall see; Of self-improvement mindful be, And to ourselves we’ll ne’er be false, Whatever sacrifice it costs. Chorus: Firm, united let us be, Upholding this league loyally. As her banner on high we fling. Her praises ever we shall sing. —Virginia Capron. ’23. Pair 47 The Northrop Elizabeth Strong Susan Decker .........Treasurer FACULTY Miss Carse ........Chief Adviser Miss Fick ........Tatler Adviser Miss Radford .. Dramatic Adviser League Officers: .........President Virginia Capron ..... .. Secretary ADVISERS: Miss Svenddal ... Athletic Adviser Miss Buchanan ................Civics Adviser Miss Banks....Junior League Adviser The Northrop League, an organization including all the activities of the school, was started last year by Miss Carse and a few members of the faculty. With the assistance of some of the pupils a plan was drawn up in which the fundamental principles and aims were set forth. The main purpose of the League was to create lofty ideals in the student body and to make each girl realize her responsibility of maintaining the high standards which should be upheld in a school of this kind. The girls responded in a splendid way, and this year the faculty members have been merely advisers and the entire management of the League has been in the hands of the students. After the election of officers last fall, a constitution was framed and accepted by the League members. In this constitution we attempted to state the purpose of the League and the duties of the members and officers, to define the character of the student leaders and captains, and to describe the six sections of the League and the positions of the faculty advisers, as well as to set the time for the meetings, both business and social. The purpose of the League, as stated in the constitution, is as follows: “To unite the various student activities under one central organization, and to control outside distractions during the school week.” In order to become a member of the League, one must sign a pledge to keep away from public places of entertainment and refreshment on school afternoons and evenings. This has proved to be a most profitable measure, beneficial not only to the girl herself but to her home and to her school. The various sections of the League are: Student Government, Athletics, Dramatics, Publication, Woodcraft, and Civics and Public Interest. The purpose of the first of these, Student Government, is “to promote school spirit, to establish independence of thought and action in the student body. Pajre 4$ and to encourage a high standard of honor.” It has had a very successful year under its able leader. The Athletic Division has tried to and has succeeded in “establishing sportsmanship and a high criterion in athletics.” The Dramatic Section has had charge of all League entertainments and dramatic performances, and has indeed been very prosperous. The Publication Section has published ail pamphlets such as programs, etc., and has also edited the “Tatler”, but we shall let that speak for itself. The Civics Section has done as much as could be expected, since its leader, Jane King, had such a long and serious illness. The League Council is composed of the following: the Faculty Advisers, including Miss Carse, Chief Adviser; Miss Fick, representing the “Tatler ; Miss Radford, Dramatics; Miss Svenddal, Athletics; Miss Buchanan. Civics, and Miss Banks, the Junior League; the officers, including Elizabeth Strong, President; Susan Decker, Treasurer; and Virginia Capron, Secretary; the student leaders, Theodora Melone, Student Government; Elizabeth McLane. Athletics; Betty Morrison, Dramatics; Mary Anderson, The Tatler; Jane King, Civics, and Josephine Clifford, the Junior League; and the class presidents. Dorothy Mann, Senior; Pauline McCarthy, Junior; Mary Stevenson, Sophomore, and Olive Crosby, Freshman. There have been two League parties this year, both of which were very successful. The first, the Old Girls’ Party for the New, was held in the fall, and the other, a masquerade, took place in February. After two years of trial, it is generally agreed among the students and the faculty that the League has been most profitable. Nearly everyone has been faithful to her pledge, and we have all seen the many benefits of the organization. —Elizabeth Strong, ’21. Northrop League Pledge “To thine own self be true and it must follow, as the night the day. thou canst not then be false to any man. I, as a member of Northrop League, pledge myself to maintain the League standards of honor, loyalty, service, and self-improvement. I further give my pledge to stay away from public places of entertainment and refreshment on school afternoons and evenings. l aK« 49 Northrop League Awards I. Dramatics: Elizabeth Melone Form XI Maxine Wilcox II. Athletics: Basket Ball Form XII Elizabeth McLane, second honor Mildred Buffington Theodora Melone, second honor Elizabeth Morrison Mary Anderson Julia Thorpe Dorothy Mann Form XI Margaret Schermerhorn Elizabeth Melone, second honor Susan Decker Eleanor Kingman, second honor Ruth Cantillon Josephine Velie, second honor Form X Virginia Capron Alice Griffin Margaret Dickinson Kate Welles, second honor Elizabeth Poehler Mary Stevenson, second honor Roberta Gage Form IX Lucy Winton Helen Clifford Margaret Williams Virginia Harsh Emma Poehler Jane Confer Elizabeth Decker Bernice Davison Louise Belden Jane Hepburn 2. Hockey Form XII Elizabeth McLane Mildred Buffington Theodora Melone Elizabeth Morrison Mary Anderson Form XI Eleanor Kingman Margaret Schermerhorn Pauline McCarthy Elizabeth Melone Susan Decker Josephine Velie Form X Kate Welles Caroline Crosby Mary Stevenson Elizabeth Poehler Emma Joslin Form IX Margaret Williams Martha Shute Olive Crosby Bernice Davison Helen Hallet Emma Poehler Grace Velie Ann Hankinson Marcella Marfield Helen Clifford C. C. Crosby «. «• so 3. Riding Form XII Mary Anderson, second honor Elizabeth Bovey, second honor Form X Caroline Crosby Form VIII Prudence Mulliken Margaret Jordan 4. Captain Ball Form VIII Bertha Blakely, second honor Juliet Hazard Katherine Dodge Garnet O’Brien Form VII Katherine Spratt Beatrice Joslin 5. Hiking Form XII Esther Bruce ......1st honor Betty Morrison ........... .1st honor Form XI Maxine Wilcox................1st honor Form X Carolyn Crosby 4th honor Alice Griffin 1st honor Emma Joslin 3rd honor Lorraine Long 1st honor Mary Reinhart ...... 3rd honor Pauline Seidel 1st honor Mildred Danaher 1st honor 1st honor Margaret Dickinson 1st honor Kate Welles 1st honor Roberta Gage 1st honor Helen Younj 1st honor Form IX Louise Belden 2nd honor Helen Hallet 1st honor Eleanor Cook 2nd honor Margaret Mann 1st honor Alice Cudworth 2nd honor Caroline Mercer ... 1st honor Bernice Davison 2nd honor Priscilla Morse 1st honor Ann Todd 2nd honor Emma Poehler 1st honor Caroline C. Crosby 1st honor Martha Shute 1st honor Olive Crosby . 1st honor 1st honor Form VIII Betty Goodell 4th honor jean Dickey 1st honor Alice Nash 4th honor Doris Douglas 1st honor Alice O’Connell 4th honor Harriet McSchooler 1st honor Garnet O’Brien 3rd honor Prudence Mulliken 1st honor Bertha Blakely 1st honor Virginia Waldron 1st honor Josephine Clifford 1st honor Form VII Bee Joslin 4th honor Elizabeth Harris 1st honor Catherine Spratt 4th honor Constance Marshall ... 1st honor Ann Wilder Jewett 2nd honor Bernadette Plant 1st honor Evelyn Baker — 1st honor Josephine Reinhart . 1st honor Margaret Burnett 1st honor P� ue 51 Paj:e 52 The Student Government Board OFFICERS: Pies., Theodora Mclone; Vice-Prcs., Elizabeth Melone; Secretary, Caroline Crosby. EXECUTIVE BOARD: First Semester Senior Representatives Virginia Dymond Elizabeth McLane Junior Representative Eleanor Kingman Sophomore Representative Helen Young Freshman Representative.......................................... Jane Confer Second Semester Senior Representatives ... ............................. Elizabeth McLane Mildred Buffington Junior Representative Avis Louise Dayton Sophomore Representative ... Kate Welles Freshman Representative Louise Belden STUDENT GOVERNMENT The history of Student Government in Northrop dates back to 1917. Each year has shown decided improvement in its workings, and, as shown by the statistics, its power and influence among the girls has greatly increased. The purpose of Student Government this year has been to encourage the individual students to assume the responsibility of personally upholding and supporting the standards of Student Government. Up to the present date, March 1, this purpose has met with encouraging success, for the number of warnings so far received by the students is considerably less than the number received by this time last year. On the same basis of comparison, the number of students that have appeared before the executive board is small. There is almost perfect order in the chapel lines, and the students make a noticeable effort to keep silence in the halls at noon. Such proof of earnest effort on the part of the individual students assures us that Student Government is a success. At the beginning of the year, the first step taken by the Executive Board was to revise the constitution, adapting it to the needs that have arisen. A very important change is that concerning study periods. This applies only to the Eleventh and Twelfth Forms, for the study halls of the Ninth and Tenth Forms are supervised by members of the faculty. Heretofore, necessary communication had been permitted during study periods, but as this has been found inexpedient, it was decided this year that all communication during study periods should be abolished. This method has proved most valuable. Because of the marked success of this amendment in the matter of study periods, and because of the obvious improvement in the other offices of Student Government, we feel that its position is an assured one, and that it has gained undisputed authority in the school. We hope that each succeeding year of Student Government will see further progress towards the goal for which we have been striving this past year. THEODORA MELONE, ’21. Pa it 5 TATLER BOARD Editor-in-Chief ...........-._Mary Anderson Advertising Manager Margaret Schermerhorn Business Manager Elizabeth Melone Art Editor ...................Dorothy Mann Assistant Editor Ruth Cantillon Assistant Advertising Manager Eleanor Kingman Assistant Business Manager Susan Decker CLASS REPRESENTATIVES Twelfth Form ... Esther Bruce Ninth Form — Margaret Williams Eleventh Form .. Maxine Wilcox Eighth Form ..........— Betty Goodell Tenth Form............ Kate Welles Seventh Form.... Mary Ayer Law FACULTY ADVISERS Miss Elizabeth Carse Miss Alma S. Fick Miss Emily H. Tupper The time has come when the Tatler must present its pages to the curious eyes of the world. We hope that this book may appear worthy of the hard work put into it. But in the pleasure and satisfaction of seeing our work completed; we do not wish to forget that our dream of the Tatler would never have materialized, if it had not been for the co-operation of all the teachers and pupils and especially of our friends and advisers, Miss Carse, Miss Fick and Miss Tupper, who have taken a most vital interest in our Tatler. It is they who have restrained when it was necessary, the exuberant spirits of our youth; it is they who have helped us in our dealings I’� KC 54 with the outside world; it is they who have spurred on the school when our words have proved inadequate; it is they who have seen to it that the Tatler is worthy of the splendid ideals of Northrop; it is they who have encouraged our lagging spirits;—in fact, we may truthfully say that if our Tatler is a success it is due in large measure to these advisers. We may also truthfully say that never before have the pupils of Northrop been so fully represented in the Tatler. Often in the getting up of annuals the brunt of the work falls upon a few. This year under the constant stimulus of Miss Fick, all the girls have been solicited and nearly every girl has done her part for this Tatler. As most of the art contributions are unsigned, we wish here to acknowledge our indebtedness to the following: Miss Tup- per, Dorothy Mann, Mary Anderson, Susan Decker, Elizabeth Poehler, Caroline Crosby, Elizabeth Decker, Adele Hodgman, Emma Joslin, Avis Louise Dayton, Bertha Blakeley, Catherine Carpenter, Marian Barnard and Betty Fowler. When the clock strikes twelve, the hour hand passes on again to start at one. Already the hour hand is striking for the Twelfth Form, the graduating class of 21. But the final stroke will merely mark a new beginning. The members of the Class of 1921 will disperse, but it can only be a physical separation. None will ever outgrow the influence of that spirit which has made Northrop something bigger and better than a mere school; none can ever forget the lessons of adaptability, of mutual service and idealism gleaned from their association with class-mates, and from their contact with those fine women who have been companions, as well as teachers. While the Tatler has a rather frivolous name, we hope that at least some of the pages bear the impress of greater seriousness and sense of responsibility. We also hope that the spirit of that fine man, after whom our school is named, Dr. Northrop, is shown throughout. There may be small virtue in mere muscle and brawn, but, when along with it there is acquired the spirit of teamwork and fairness in competition, then the foundation is laid for a worthy life. Such a foundation is laid at Northrop. A course in Northrop is merely a cycle. It is probable that the school will miss us, the members of the Graduating Class, but not as much as we will miss Northrop. At the school the other forms will move up and take their places. A new senior class will be editing the Tatler. But Northrop will go wherever go the members of the Class of 21, for they will take it with them in their hearts. In short, no school could mean more than Northrop. It is a good place Paste 55 from which to pass on to new activities as the clock strikes twelve and the hand passes on to the new beginning. $ « Moreover, we wish to make grateful acknowledgment of the many gifts of which the School has this year been the recipient. The library has been especially fortunate in this particular, as it counts among its generous donors Mrs. C. M. Case, Mrs. W. H. Barber, Mrs. C. E. Leigh, Mr. and Mrs. F. B. Cudworth. Mrs. N. L. Newhall, Mrs. W. A. Jordan, Mrs. T. C. Dymond. Mrs. Wm. E. Eurich, Mrs. J. F. Fraser, Mrs. G. W. Harsh, Mrs. R. J. Healy, Mrs. G. L. Heegaard, Mrs. Geo. H. McCabe, Mrs. E. H. Roberts, Mrs. F. L. Thresher, Mrs. H. H. Whiting, Mrs. L. R. Boswell, Mrs. A. M. Melone, and Mrs. W. C. Stevenson. In addition, the library has received from Mrs. E. W. Decker a collector’s copy of Young’s “Night Thoughts”, a book that is equally rare and beautiful. Mrs. Walter N. Carroll wished her gift to the library to be a beautiful picture, and has added to our collection of fine pictures a Medici print of the “Annunciation” from the Ufizzi Gallery in Florence. Mrs. V. H. VanSlyke has also helped to beautify our library with a fine cast of the Venus de Milo. A gift that has especially delighted us is that of Mr. C. M. Willock, an Acme moving picture machine and a stereopticon lantern. Mrs. R. B. Gage presented us with many records for our Victrola, records of value for our study of literature as well as of music. All have observed the improvement in the grounds and school gardens, and we cannot close our thanks without mentioning that evergreens have been given by Mr. Velie for the entrance path; that gravel for paths was donated by Mr. F. B. Chute; and, that trespassing signs were given by the Powers Mercantile Co. A GARDEN. Amidst the city’s noise and dirt, And ceaseless din and rush, 1 found a perfect garden once, With dewy flowers lush. High walls protected it and kept It quiet, fresh, and clean. And here and there were wand’ring paths. And swaying grasses green. Half-hidden by the drooping flowers. Which ’round its edges grew, A tiny pond smiled at the sun, Reflecting heaven’s hue. It seemed that in that silent place, God’s peace could still be found. For perfect nature dwelt therein, And it was holy ground. —Frances Goetzman, '22. 56 This is the first year that Northrop has had a dramatic organization. Heretofore Miss Carse has taken entire charge of all dramatics in the school and, as was but natural, has filled this office remarkably well with the able assistance of the faculty. This year Miss Radford is in charge and has done very good work. The student organization consists of the leader, the business manager, the secretary, who, in co-operation with the leader, serves as the stage manager, the electrician, and the mistress of the wardrobe. We looked forward to a very prosperous year, one that would stand out in the history of the drama at Northrop, and, though our hopes have not been fully realized, we can not say that we have been wholly disappointed. At the Old Girls’ Party for the New, two or three short, but clever and amusing plays were produced. At Thanksgiving time, we staged a beautiful play, entitled “A Pageant of 1620”, which gave a clear idea of the life of the Pilgrims and prettily told the story of Priscilla and John Alden. In “Why the Chimes Rang”, the Christmas play which we gave this year, excellent work was done and the play was one of the most beautiful that has ever been staged at Northrop. The costuming, due to the willing work of Miss Tupper, was one of the main attractions. There were also several lovely short plays given by the younger girls. One of these took us back to Greece, and another to France. We were unable to have either a Junior or a Senior play on account of our college examinations. These have also prevented the Dramatic Organization from giving any other play of such proportions as the one we gave at Christmas time. The few plays that have been staged have been carefully chosen for their literary and moral value. They have taught the girls the power of expression, the proper modulation of their voices, the requirements of a good stage appearance, and many other valuable things which they will not soon forget. And so Northrop considers the play, which “holds, as ’twere, the mirror up to nature,” a valuable factor in the training of Northrop girls. —Betty Morrison, ’21. 57 A Pageant of 1620 On November 24th Northrop School was miraculously transplanted from the year of 1920 to that of 1620. On this day a most beautiful play based upon Longfellow’s “Miles Standish was presented for the school and its visitors by the students of the Eighth Form. They were capably helped by the Seventh and Ninth Forms and dramatic, musical and art direction was given them by Miss Radford, Miss Boley and Miss Tupper. Each girl was well fitted for her part and remarkable work was done by Doris Douglas as “Priscilla”, Catherine Carpenter as “John Alden”, and Betty Goodell as “Miles Standish”. The play was very well done and the true atmosphere, that of thanksgiving and prayer, was beautifully maintained throughout. In truth “The Pageant of 1620” was voted unanimously one of the best plays Northrop has ever produced. —R. Cantillon. ’22. “Petit Noel” How should you like to take a trip to France? How should you like to go into the very heart of the country, and see the customs and costumes of the people and even witness their celebration of Christmas? How should you like to do this by means of some vehicle that would miraculously transport you straight from Northrop School to France in but an instant? Well, that’s just what happened to us on Friday, December 10, 1920. Mrs. Strong was our able pilot, and the vehicle used was her delightful little Christmas play, “Petit Noel”. The first picture that presented itself to our eyes, was a merry set of girls discussing Christmas. Of course they were full of expectation and excitement. One girl, in the name of all, wrote a letter to Santa Claus and with delight they saw it fly up the chimney. Among them, however, was one who scoffed at their belief in Santa Claus, and so put a damper on all the fun. The next morning when the girls trooped down to see if Santa Claus had come, they were delighted with their many presents. But alas for the scoffer Marguerite! She found only a switch in her stocking instead of the gifts the other girls found. They made merry with their presents, while Marguerite left the room. Later in the day one girl who had received a beautiful doll let it fall on the floor and it was broken. She cried bitterly and the nurse tried in vain to comfort her. Then Marguerite redeemed herself. She had come in unexpectedly and she gave the girl her own precious doll, and rushed sobbing from the room. When the girls learned what Marguerite had done, they wrote another letter to Santa Claus, who came again, this time rewarding Marguerite with presents. The play was a beautiful lesson in love and self-sacrifice. The principal parts were played by: Charlotte Williams, Martha Robinson, Betty Long, Bee Joslin, Peggy McKenney, Barbara Bailey, and Elizabeth Boswell. —Jane King. ’24. 58 � a e .' 51 The Spring Pageant of 1920 Tennyson’s “Idylls of the King” were made the basis of study in the Freshman and Sophomore classes, and were dramatized by Miss Carse and presented by her in the form of a pageant on June 4, 1920. Miss Boley composed all the incidental music, which followed the theme of each section of the poem used. There were five episodes in all. The first was that of the Coming of Arthur. The scene of his crowning, in which he receives the famous sword Excalibur, and his knights swear allegiance to him, was presented and also his marriage to the haughty Guinevere in the presence of his knights, and of Guinevere’s royal train. The second episode was that in which Arthur is considered as a dispenser of justice. The court scene was chosen, where Gareth is given the opportunity of following the quest with Lynette. The third episode was the touching story of Elaine, ending with the appearance of her body at Camelot. The fourth episode portrayed the Holy Grail scenes, in which were shown the taking of vows by Galahad and Percivale and the return of the knights from the Quest. Finally, there was the Passing of Arthur. Arthur, wounded and distressed, begs his knight Bedivere to cast Excalibur into the sea, and when this request is complied with, the queens and the Lady of the Lake come to take Arthur to his place of rest. There were many difficulties in staging and lighting to be met, and many new effects were created, and new traditions were given the little stage of Northrop. Miss Gale worked faithfully in the costuming and in the painting of some of the stage properties. Miss Radford assisted Miss Carse, and we must thank Mr. Goldsmith for many of the beautiful properties which were either lent or given outright by the Powers Mercantile Co. There were fifty-six students who took part in this dramatization. This included some of the younger children of the lower grades, and a number of girls, who had the parts of knights or ladies. The principal speaking parts were played by Mary Stevenson, Caroline Crosby, Susan Decker, Elizabeth Campbell, Helen Young, Ruth Kent, Phoebe Bleecker, Eleanor Kingman, Kate Welles, Olive Marshall and Maxine Wilcox. The production was undoubtedly the most ambitious ever given in Northrop School, and called for the untiring efforts and devotion of a number of the teachers, as well as of those who had the more responsible duties connected with the staging. —Kate Welles. '23. —Mary Stevenson, '23. PaK 60 Pajre 61 “Why the Chimes Rang On December 17, 1920, the whole school marched into the gym and took their places to the tune of “Oh Come, All Ye Faithful,” for it was the day of our Christmas play. Our girls outdid themselves as actresses, and we were filled with pride as we saw our Lib transformed into a charming boy, and our Maxine and Frances suddenly aged many years.—But to speak of the play, for ‘‘the play was the thing.” Why is life so perverse? Why did the old woman have to come just when Holger was starting to the cathedral to see the miracle? Well, she did come, and the audience felt keen pangs of sympathy as Holger made his unselfish decision to remain at home with her. But he had his reward. His humble cottage opened out to give him a view of the interior of the cathedral and he saw the King and all the great men offer gifts to the Lord. But the chimes were silent. Tremblingly Holger crept to the altar and offered two small coins. The silence was broken by celestial music. Holger was happy.—The chimes had rung for him! It was a beautiful play and it left us in the right frame of mind for that loveliest of all festivals, Christmas. The chief players were: Holger ...........Elizabeth Melone Uncle Bertel Maxme Wilcox Steen ......Margaret Louise Newhall Old Woman.......Frances Goetzmann Other parts were taken by Frances Hallet, Caroline Crosby, Mildred Buffington, Betty Morrison, Priscilla Morse and Susan Decker. The Panathena -Nancy Haggard' '22' On February 25th, the Fifth Form, assisted by the Fourth, Sixth and Seventh Forms, presented a pageant, representing the Panathena, which, in the days of Ancient Greece, was held in Athens every fourth year in honor of the patron goddess, Athene. The first scene showed the dance of the Athenian maidens, while the second scene was the dance of the Athenian youths who were later joined by the maidens. The third and last scene took place in the temple of Athene, before the statue of the goddess. A great procession came to the temple, carrying all manner of gifts, including a handsome robe for the goddess, which had been woven and richly embroidered by the Athenian maidens. Each person advanced with his gift and gave it to one of the priestesses, who carried it to the statue. The victors in the foot-race and in the torch-race then advanced and were crowned with the laurel wreath and anointed with the oil from Athene’s sacred olive grove. During this scene, three hymns were sung to the goddess to the accompaniment of typically Greek music, and a prayer was made to her by one of the chief citizens of Athens. The people then dispersed to their homes, to meet again for the same festival four years hence. The celebration was represented to have taken place during the Age of Pericles. The characters were well interpreted, showing a thorough knowledge of the subject and proving that much thought and preparation had been given to the parts. It was well received and enjoyed, especially so by the students of Ancient History. —Virginia Capron. ’23. i a « 62 “A Midsummer Night's Dream'' It was a cold gray day in December, Friday, December the third, to be exact. Every one was weary of the day’s routine. It was no wonder, therefore, that we rejoiced when we were told that a group of fairies were about to visit us. It was the Sixth Form, under the able direction of Miss Smith, that had come to relieve the day’s monotony, by presenting the fairy scenes from Shakespeare’s “Midsummer Night’s Dream”. We marched down to chapel in gay spirits. Sure enough, there they were,—merry Puck, beautiful Titania, and stately Oberon. It was not hard to recognize in Oberon the well known features of Elizabeth Johnson. After looking hard at Titania, we knew her to be Betty Fowler. Merry Puck was Charlotte Williams, of course, and, when the ass’s head was removed from Bottom, lo and behold! it was Martha Robinson. How we did enjoy their sportive play and merry antics! Then all too soon the lights went out, the stage grew dark, and we knew that the fairies had left us. But even that could not rob us of the bright hour the little spirits had granted us. Including the above-mentioned girls, the cast contained: Elizabeth Johnson................Oberon Betty Fowler...... .............Titania Charlotte Williams Puck Jeannette Latta ................. Fairy Barbara Bailey ........... Peaseblossom Betty Long Cobweb Peggy McKcnney. Bernice Goldsmith, Mary Kate Velie Moth Irene Merritt............ Mustard Seed Frances Baker ................... Fairy Betty Boswell ................... Fairy Martha Robinson...... ... Bottom Nelson and Anne Healy..... ...... .......... ...... Oberon’s Attendants —Jane Confer, ’24. CIVICS The Civics Section is one of the most interesting divisions of the Northrop League. One of the first movements this year was the campaign to get Thanksgiving dinners for the poor families. Each class was asked to provide a dinner for one poor family. They responded promptly and the result was that the Elementary Gymnasium was lined with baskets to be delivered that afternoon. And what fun it was delivering them and seeing with what joy the families received their baskets! The next movement was the selling of Red Cross Seals at Christmas time. There was a booth in the lower hall and the girls and the teachers bought so many that we went far “over the top”. The stamps were sold in great numbers and the Civics Section felt well rewarded for its efforts. —Jane King. '24. To A Loyal Friend I think the greatest blessing That life to us extends, Is that one of possessing Some true and loyal friends. And of my little circle Of comrades, real and true. The very best by every test. Is—can’t you guess?—why, YOU! —Jane Hepburn, ’24. Pa c 6.N BfflLETIC!) The Athletic Council The Athletic Council consists of two girls from each class of the high school, some of whom are captains of various sports, with Miss Svenddal and Miss George as faculty advisers. The council is composed this year of the following: Seniors: Juniors: Sophomores: % Freshmen: Julia Thorpe, Captain of Basket Ball. Elizabeth McLane, Head of Athletics. Eleanor Kingman, Captain of Baseball. Josephine Velie, Captain of Hockey. Kate Welles. Mary Stevenson. Grace Velie. Emma Poehler. This council decides any matters which arise concerning the athletics in the school, and also does the choosing of the class teams. There is another council, which consists of the captains of the different class teams, the head of athletics, and the faculty advisors. This council chooses the school team, and decides any matters which arise concerning the school team. The main purpose in having these councils is that each class may be equally represented in the athletic affairs of the school, and also that each sport may major in its respective season. -—Elizabeth McLane, 21. ! « � 66 The Riding Contest Officers President _____________ Elizabeth Bovey Secretary.............. — Mary Anderson On Friday, October 22, Northrop held its annual Riding Contest. The weather was cold and damp, but Elizabeth Bovey and Mary Anderson were not to be daunted, and, regardless of the weather, arranged for the contest. The event justified their course of action. Almost every class, from the little Seventh Form to the mighty Seniors, was represented, thus making the competition a spirited one. And just before the contest began, the sun, as if it had known how very much it was desired, came out and thus added much to the spirit of the affair. After the final number, everyone gathered in the gymnasium of the school and basketball songs were sung, and then the prizes were awarded. Elizabeth Bovey received the Senior Cup, Caroline Crosby gaining second place, while Margaret Jordan won the Junior Cup, with Prudence Mulliken at her heels, and Garnet O’Brien receiver of the third prize. When it was over, everyone heartily agreed that the 1920 Riding Contest had been a great success. —Susan Decker. ’22. —Betty Bovey, ’21. JUDGES Mr. C. A. Guyer Mr. E. W. Hicks Major J. M. McDowell I. Beginners’ Class Winners: 1—Caroline Crosby 2—Betty Morrison 3—Dorothy Mann P� jr 67 II. Threc-Gaited Class (Senior School) Winners: 1—Elizabeth Bovey 2—Betty Morrison 3—Dorothy Mann Winner: Pauline McCarthy Winners: 1—Caroline Crosby 2—Kate Welles 3—Emma Joslin III. Three-Gaited Cup Class, Senior School. (Contest for Mrs. A. R. Rogers’ Cup.) Winners: 1—Elizabeth Bovey 2—Caroline Crosby IV. Junior Cup Class. (Contest for Mr. and Mrs. L. A. Laramee’s Cup.) Winners: 1—Margaret Jordan 2—Prudence Mulliken 3—Garnet O’Brien V. Pairs of Three-Gaited. Winners: 1—Mary Anderson. Elizabeth Bovey 2—Edith Hunter, Margaret Jordan 3—Prudence Mulliken, Garnet O’Brien VI. Trotting Class Winners: 1—Margaret Jordan 2—Mary Anderson 3—Garnet O’Brien VII. Egg and Spoon Race Winners: 1—Elizabeth Bovey 2—Mary Anderson 3—Garnet O'Brien With the Hikers ‘‘How many feet have you now?” “Counting two from last year I have six. How many have you?” “Oh, I’m just getting my fourth, but I hope to have six by the end of the year.” It might seem from this conversation that the Northrop girls, like the humble lobster, are able to sprout additional appendages! But the learned know that “one foot” is simply League vernacular for having walked seventy-five miles in five weeks’ time or less. The mild winter and a trophy cup to be awarded to the form which makes the best hiking record during twenty successive weeks, have contributed to make hiking a very popular sport in Northrop this year. The form achievements are determined by assigning a quota of one hundred fifty miles per member and comparing the total of miles actually walked with this given quota. At present the winning form cannot be announced because the contest is not yet over, but, so far, the Tenth Form is leading with the Seventh Form as a good second. The enthusiasm with which the school has entered into this activity of Northrop League, makes it expedient to modify the insignia for Hiking honors. At present the award for the first one hundred fifty miles is a pair of little white feet, for the second honor a circle, and for the third, a star, worn on the arm-band below the pair of feet designating the first one hundred fifty miles walked. It is proposed that, when a girl has walked five hundred miles, as several have done in their first year of Northrop League, she exchange all her hiking insignia for one winged foot, the mate to be awarded when she extends her record to one thousand miles. Should any exceed this distance, the supreme honor may be in the likeness of Mercury’s staff. r� j:e 68 —Myra Banks. Director of Junior League and Hiking. Hockey Hockey at Northrop this year has been a great success. The girls have all seemed to enjoy it more and have entered into the spirit of it more than ever before. It was started early this year and many exciting, as well as interesting games were played between the different classes. The games were as follows: The Senior-Sophomore game: score—2-0 in favor of the Seniors. The Sophomore-Freshman game: score—3-2 in favor of the Freshmen. The Junior-Freshman game: score—4-2 in favor of the Juniors. The Junior-Sophomore game: score—4-2 in favor of the Juniors. The most exciting game of the season was the game between the Juniors and the Seniors, played on a Saturday morning, just before the first snowfall. The Seniors won with a score of 3-2, and thus ended the successful season of 1920. —Josephine Velie, 22. HOCKEY TEAMS Mary Anderson (Captain) Theodora Melone Elizabeth McLane Elizabeth Gahre SENIOR TEAM Julia Thorpe Mildred Buffington Dorothy Mann Elizabeth Bovey Elizabeth Morrison Virginia Dymond Mary Dibble Josephine Velie (Captain) Eleanor Kingman Elizabeth Melone Margaret Schermerhom Emma Poehler (Captain) Ann Hankinson Margaret Williams Helen Hallet JUNIOR TEAM Pauline McCarthy Phoebe Bleecker Susan Decker Elizabeth Campbell SOPHOMORE TEAM FRESHMEN TEAM Bernice Davison Martha Shute Grace Velie Marcella Marfield Jane King (Sub.) Ruth Cantillon Avis Louise Dayton Frances Goetzmann Pauline Seidel Helen Young Lorraine Long Helen Clifford (Sub.) C. C. Crosby Olive Crosby Louise Belden Elizabeth Poehler Mary Stevenson Kate Welles Roberta Gage (Captain) Emma Joslin Alice Griffin Caroline Crosby Mary Reinhart Pair 69 The Tournament The Tournament, one of the biggest events of every year at Northrop, was played at the school on the night of February eighteenth, between the Sophomores and the Seniors. The sides of the gym were crowded with friends and relatives of both classes, who were just as anxious about the outcome of the game as were the contestants themselves. At precisely eight o’clock the doors swung open and the Sophomores and Freshmen appeared dressed in white and wearing red ties. As they were marching around the gym singing their song to “Minnesota, Hats Off to Thee”, they were joined by the Sophomore team, who were led by their captain and their mascot Nogi. They then formed a circle and yelled therein. After they had left the floor, the big doors again opened and the Seniors followed by the Juniors came in singing their song to the tune of “The Stars and Stripes Forever”. They also marched around the room and were led by their captain, Julia Thorpe, and their mascot. Foxy. Having formed a circle in the middle of the room, they gave their yells and songs. A few minutes of feverish practice then followed, at the end of which the whistle blew as a signal for the game to begin. The Seniors at first were throwing wildly, while the Sophomores played a sure and steady game from the start. The first basket was made by the Sophomores and this one was closely followed by three free throws, leaving the score 5-0 in favor of the Sophomores at the end of the first quarter. It looked rather hopeless just then for the Seniors, but in the second quarter they picked up a little and at the close of the first half, they were a few points ahead. In the dressing-rooms between halves, there was much commotion; each team was fearing that the other might win. But when the whistle blew, both teems came on the floor with firm determination to win the victory for their respective classes. During the third and fourth quarters, although the Sophomores played a good game, the Seniors seemed a little luckier with their baskets, and, fiercely fighting as each girl was, the struggle was a hard one. After much yelling and after a last vain attempt had been made by the Sophomores, the game ended with the final score of 29-10 in favor of the Seniors. Then the Sophomores, with their usual good spirit, marched around the gym singing their song of defeat to the tune of “Lil Liza Jane”. After a few minutes of dancing everyone left, the Seniors glad of their victory, the Sophomores proud to have fought such a good fight. —Elizabeth McLane, ’21. —Elizabeth Strong. '21. p� k« o Pace 71 V The First Summit-Northrop Game On Saturday, March 5, 1921, the first Summit-Northrop game was hotly contested in Northrop’s gym. Both schools were well represented, and Summit surpassed even her own record of former years in both her cheering and her playing. After songs and yells from each side, the game began. The first half was splendidly played, but ended sadly for Northrop, the score being 8 to 5 in Summit’s favor. After a short rest the game began once more, with the Northrop girls determined to “exterminate” Summit and the Summit girls equally determined not to yield an inch. The playing was fast and furious, and the atmosphere of the gym became more and more tense as basket after basket was made, first for one side and then for the other, but when the end came, Northrop had lost, as the final score stood 18-11 in Summit’s favor. This was a great disappointment to all the Northrop rooters, as it was the first time Northrop had been beaten by Summit in all the four years of their playing against each other. Nevertheless everyone understood and was satisfied to know that each Northrop girl had done her utmost to win the game. After the game tea was served upstairs, and later everyone was invited to dance in the gym. I fully believe that a good time was enjoyed by all. To Summit we extend our heartiest congratulations. They certainly know how to win, as they have often had to know how to lose. —Elizabeth McLane, 21. Second Northrop-Summit Game The day for the long-hoped-for return game with Summit finallv arrived. It was Saturday, March 12th. We had obtained a very fine referee, Mr. Hough, who had refereed our own tournament. A large crowd gathered long before the appointed time in the Church Club gymnasium of St. Paul, where the game was played. On one side of the room all Northrop rooters were gathered, while on the other side a great crowd of eager Summit girls were packed together like sardines. The air was rent with yells, and the faces of the cheer-leaders became purple in their efforts to outdo each other. Promptly at quarter tq three, the teams took their places, and. after some preliminary passing, the whistle blew. The ball was tossed up in the center, and the eventful game was on. An expectant hush followed;—the only sound heard was that of the bouncing of the ball. The hearts of the Northrop girls were in their throats, for this game meant everything to them, as it was their last chance at Summit this year, and as it was, moreover, the last game of the basket ball season. But we were doomed to disappointment. In the first two quarters few Northrop baskets were made. The Summit guards seemed too strong for us. But Lib McLane. by superhuman effort. Pas 72 Past 72 made the first basket, and cheers resounded through the gym. After this, however, throughout the first half, the two Summit forwards, Margaret Budd and L. Cutler, captured basket after basket, while our only score was made by free throws. During the ten minutes between halves, the rival cheerleaders vied with each other in yelling and singing. When the time was up, the two teams returned to the floor, Summit flushed and confident, Northrop pale and determined. In the half that followed, our forwards gritted their teeth and fairly outdid themselves. The result was that three baskets and three free throws were gained, while Summit made only one basket and one free throw. Margaret Budd, Summit’s star forward, was put out after she had made five technical fouls, and Helen Stutz took her place. But the end of the game was near, and our wonderful comeback was too late. The whistle blew; the game was over. The score read 22-12 in Summit’s favor. Our drooping spirits soon rallied and all the Northrop girls present marched around the gym. singing “Oh Summit, We’re Feeling Blue”. Then the members of both teams were presented with beautiful corsage bouquets, the gift of Mr. Davidson of St. Paul, who was very much interested in the game. The Northrop girls were then invited to go over to Summit School to dance and have tea. This invitation was gladly accepted, and we all had a wonderful time. Truly, next to Northrop, the Summit girls are the nicest we have ever met. But here’s hoping for better luck for us next year! —Mildred Buffington, ’21. Basketball SCHOOL TEAM Teams SUBSTITUTE TEAM Center: Side Center: Forwards: Guards: Elizabeth Morrison Eleanor Kingman Theodora Melone Elizabeth McLane (Capt.) Elizabeth Melone Julia Thorpe Center: Elizabeth Poehler Side Center: Elizabeth Decker Forwards: Virginia Capron ' Margaret Dickinson Guards: Mary Stevenson .Kate Welles SENIOR TEAM Center: Side Center: Forwards: Guards: Elizabeth Morrison Mary Anderson Elizabeth McLane Theodora Melone Dorothy Mann Julia Thorpe (Capt.) SUBSTITUTE TEAM Center: ................ Side Center: Mildred Buffington Forwards: Elizabeth Bovey Elizabeth Gahre Guards: Mary Dibble JUNIOR TEAM Center: Side Center: Forwards: Guards: Susan Decker Eleanor Kingman Josephine Velie Margaret Schermerhorn Elizabeth Melone (Capt.) Ruth Cantillon SUBSTITUTE TEAM Center: ................. Side Center: Avis Louise Dayton Forwards: Pauline McCarthy Frances Goetzman Guards: Elizabeth Campbell rw p� � r« ■« 1 P «c 75 SOPHOMORE TEAM Center: Side Center: Forwards: Guards: Elizabeth Poehler Roberta Gage Virginia Capron Margaret Dickinson Kate Welles (Capt.) Mary Stevenson FRESHMAN TEAM Center: Side Center: Forwards: Guards: Louise Belden Elizabeth Decker Margaret Williams Emma Poehler (Capt) Bernice Davison Virginia Harsh SUBSTITUTE TEAM Center: Side Center: Forwards: Guards: Mary Reinhart Alice Griffin Helen Young E. Joslin Caroline Crosby SUBSTITUTE TEAM Center: Side Center: Forwards: Guards: Helen Hallet Lucy Winton Jane Hepburn Marcella Marfield Jane Confer Helen Clifford BASKET BALL SONGS Tune— Avalon” The team that wins just every game Is Northrop School. The team that ever has the fame Is Northrop School. They make their baskets; one by one The score goes up. Just see them win, by pluck, not luck. Come on. Northrop! Tune—“Tell Me, Little Gypsy Tell us, dear old Northrop. Are you going to raise that score? Are you going to be the victors. As you’ve been before? All our guards and centers And our forwards meet the test, Every girl is doing all that she can. To prove that Northrop’s the best. T une— Darling” Summit Team, we like to play you; You’re the team that’s got the “pep . If you lose, you’ll be good losers. If you win. you’ll have to step. Of all the schools we know, Next to Northrop you’re the best. In all our games and meetings You’ve always stood the test. Tune—“Margy Oh, dear old Northrop! Come on. and win the game. Oh, Northrop! We’ll beat them just the same. As we have always beaten before. Show them how to roll up a score, Rah, Rah, Rah! Northrop! Come on and fly your colors, As you’ve always done. For their score is sure to fall. When they play at basketball. Oh. Northrop, you’ve just begun T une—“Whispering Northrop, you’re bound to win today. Oh Northrop! show them how to play. Each little basket that you make. Just seems to make the other team quake. You’re wiping the others off the floor. Keeping them from making any score. Come, get some pep”, and show them more. Northrop, you know we’re for you. Tune— Good Night, Ladies” Too bad. Summit, too bad. Summit, Too bad. Summit, we’re going to beat you now. Merrily the score goes up, score goes up, score goes up. Merrily the score goes up. In favor of Northrop School. P � 7« THE TOURNAMENT ’ I There was a sound of revelry by night.” Two teams were gathered for the tournament. The gym was crowded e’en to overflowing, And many faces were excitedly glowing; Twelve nervous hearts beat rapidly, and when The deep, shrill whistle sounded through the gym,— A hush fell over all. II Each center went out and took her place to play; “All ready, all ready,” we heard the captains say; Each forward was bound to put the ball through; The guards resolved to show prowess, too. The crowds were sure that neither team would yield, The ball was tossed up in the center field:— The game was on! III How very earnestly the teams did play! Come on, ye Sophomores!” the wall seemed to say; The same was echoed to the Senior team; The mighty gym was thrilled from floor to beam. “Time!” called the keeper. And now the game is o’er. And we all shout, Let’s hurry. What’s the score?” Alas I of all sad words of tongue or pen:— We find that the Seniors have won, 29 to 10. —Margaret Dickinson. '23. A TALE OF CHARITY The Sophomores and the Freshmen played a game. The Sophomores decided it would be rather tame; So they gave the Freshmen a chance to win. The Freshies spruced up and the ball went in. Oh, what a game! Oh, what a game! But wasn’t it really a terrible shame? But Freshies be warned; in future years, The Sophies won’t do this again, my dears. They'll feel no pity for poor little you. They’ll play the game well and they’ll shoot the ball through. Oh, what a joy! Oh, what great fun! ’Twill be for the Sophies in all games to come. —Helen Young, ’23. A FRESHMAN ANSWERS The Freshmen played with the Sophomores again; And the girls of the team were nearly insane, For fear lest the Sophies would have too much luck And their score go up higher in spite of our pluck. But when at last the time came to play, ’Twas the Freshies that won that eventful day. Oh, what a joy! Oh, what great fun! It was for the Freshies the day that they won. But Sophomores don’t think the next game we play Will be anything different from the games of today. To our pluck and our luck our faith we will pin; They will strengthen our team till we’re sure it will win. —Jane Hepburn, ’24. P 77 •ALUHNC E “All in Good Time” She was going to college. That fact was settled, and she was a very determined young lady. Short of hair, short of stature, but very long of determination was she, and she always ended by doing what she said she would. If she said on Monday that she was going riding on Wednesday, neither rain nor shine, nor all the king’s horses could keep her from it; if she decided she wanted an orange-feather-hat for Easter, she shopped until she got it. Nothing else would do. Therefore, when Georgia Robinson said she was going to Smith the following September, people naturally believed she was. She did not study much, but that was a mere detail. “She’s one of those clever people who never have to work; she’s just naturally bright!” was said of her. It never occurred to any one that College Board Examinations demand more than that superficial brilliancy that merely tides one over each day’s work. It was in December that she cried loudest that she was going to college in September. By the time “mid-years were over she was a little less confident, a little more studious. Some trial “comprehensives in March took most of the wind out of her sails. She still said she was going to college with as much assurance as ever, but she did not say when. June came, and with it the terrors of the “finals , the rollicking joy of Class Day, and the sweet solemnity of graduation! Commencement Day was a red-letter day in the calendar of all the Seniors, and as each went home with her diploma, she felt old enough and wise enough to pass fifty Comprehensive Examinations. Georgia felt as though she had at last attained maturity. She was sixteen. After the excitement of Commencement week, came ten days of intensive study, and then the twentieth of June. Mathematics was the first examination. Georgia took her place with a smile on her lips, a victorious light in her eyes. She had studied until three o’clock every night of those ten days. Was she not eminently fitted to take three-hour exams? She found she was not. She came out of that room a human dish-cloth, a disillusioned woman. She had done four out of nine questions. English, the next day, she wrote in an hour and a half instead of three hours, and sailed triumphantly through French on the morning of the third day. Latin, the last of all, was terrific. She did not know a thing! She went home and to bed. utterly unfit for intelligent thinking. She had used herself up in that hideous examination-room. Then followed days and weeks of wracking uncertainty, and on the first day of August she heard from Smith. She had—failed! For the first time in her life, Georgia Robinson’s determination wavered. She was at loose ends. She did not know what to do the next year nor did she care. She thought her life was ruined, and that she was a blighted being. It took her fully two weeks to get back on speaking terms with the world. Then she took matters into her own hands. “I am going to college a year from this fall,” she said. She studied all winter as she had not known a human being could study. She waxed more determined as the year waned, and in June she faced her second set of “comprehensives’’. She passed. P Ke 78 “After all,” she remarked the night before college opened, “you have to have something besides will-power to get into college. It takes brains and hard work as well. But college is college, and ‘if at first you don’t succeed, try, try, again.’ I really think success is worth it.” —Helen Gage, '20. Alumnae Notes CLASS OF 1917 Margaret Bardwell, Helen McLane, and Charlotte Lindley are continuing their work at Smith College. Alice Lindley and Margaret Todd are at the University of Minnesota. Mary Roach is at the University of Wisconsin. Beatrice Selover is at home at present, but she is planning to take a business course. Miriam McHugh is at home doing some charity work, and she is also learning the art of domestic science. Helen Drennen is to be married in the spring. Helen Towle is now Mrs. A. R. Vandever. Dorothy Hubbard is now Mrs. Myron Balch. Corinne Dickey is at the present time in Florida. Ruth Simpson is in California. Eleanor Eastman is at home managing her father’s house. Edith Schibsby is attending school in New York. Ruth J. Brody is teaching her two-year-old son the A. B. C’s. CLASS OF 1918 Helen Shaw, Mildred Shaw, and Marian Parmele are at the University of Minnesota and are members of the Alpha Phi Sorority. Margaret Crosby is attending Bryn Mawr. Virginia Yers attended school in New York until the holidays. She is in Minneapolis now. Helen Carroll, Annette Bardwell, Joyce Petterson, and Constance Zonne are at Smith College. Elizabeth Abbot is at Goucher College, where Lois Newton, a Gamma Phi, is also a student. CLASS OF 1919 Jean Anderson. Dorothy Bleecker, Helen Bisbee, Lois Del Caine, Dorothy Knapp, and Marian Leigh are attending the University of Minnesota. Helen Blake (Mrs. Ernest Heg, Jr.) is living in Chicago. Lois Heegaard spent the winter in California. Rosemary Zonne and Marion Prindle are studying at Smith College. CLASS OF 1920 Betty Frankforter and Delphine Moreau are at the University of Minnesota. Delphine is an Alpha Phi. Helen McLaughlin is at Pine Manor, where she is interested in her school work, her friends, and her week-ends in Boston. Eileen Hallet is a Junior at the National Park Academy. Helen Gage is a member of Miss Choate’s School. Dorothy Dodge is studying at Pine Manor. Ruth Bovey likes it very much at Vassar. Blanche McRae is studying at Bryn Mawr College. Elizabeth Paige has joined the ranks of Wellesley students. Paar 79 L1TERRTURE History of the Class of 1921 HE Class of 1921! How these words thrill the heart of every member of the class! I’m sure that these words, even long after our graduation, will bring back to the mind of each and every one of us the happy days at Northrop and our numerous class frolics. Our Freshman year began auspiciously with the addition of several girls to our numbers. This year we more or less, like Topsy, “just growed”, and so did nothing notable along any line. In athletics we merely tried our powers and waited for our chance, sure that that chance would come. But if our school life was uneventful, not so our social life. Many class parties were enjoyed, of which one in particular will forever remain imprinted on our minds. It was a sleigh-ride, and, when we had planned it, there was much snow, and everybody looked forward to a glorious time. But the weather man must certainly have had a grudge against us, for the very next day it began to thaw and thaw and thaw some more. But, in spite of the weather’s perversity, we started gaily out on the appointed evening amid the splash! splash! splash! of the runners. Hardly had we reached the top of Kenwood Hill, when the runners gave forth a most ominous sound, and our tired steeds stopped, to proceed no farther. Our sleigh-ride was over! It had been too much of a pull for the horses, and we were forced to retrace our steps to the school. Here we tried to find solace in playing basket ball, and in eating all sorts of good things which had been prepared for our return from the sleigh-ride. but the spirit had gone from the party. We have had many delightful sleigh-rides since that time, but none can be looked back on with such a mixture of fun and regret as that first ride. As the school, in our second ye?r, was closed for so long a period because of the influenza epidemic, we have nothing of any importance to recall except delightful vacations and a basket ball tournament, in which we strove valiantly with the Class of 1920. Unfortunately we lost, but it was a thrilling game and good practice. I’akc 80 Most of us started our Junior year with the words “College Entrance Examinations” ever before us. This was to be a year of hard study as we found out before long, but this did not prevent us from enjoying our full quota of fun. In this year our hearts’ desire came true. We conquered the Class of 1920 in basket ball! This event was surely one of moment and will ever be remembered by the Class of 1921 as the most joyful moment of the school year. We also presented the Junior plays “Patelin” and “Joint Owners in Spain.” These were voted a great success by those present and are one of the brightest threads in the web of our school life. At last we had attained the peak of our ambitions! We were Seniors. Seniors! Can you imagine what it means to arrive at that dignity? We were now admitted to that Holy of Holies, the Senior Room, and were allowed to wear red ties, the badge of seniority. But no girl could help feeling a tinge of sadness that this was to be her last year in the school where she had received so much. This year also has proved to be one of hard study, but in spite of this—or might I say because of this?—I think that every girl feels that she has got more out of this year than out of any other. And so, as we receive our diplomas on Commencement Day, it will be with mingled joy and sorrojv, but in later years, whenever our thoughts shall revert to these, our school days, I’m sure each one of us will wish to stop and cry out: “Three cheers for Northrop and the Class of ’21.” —Elizabeth M. Gahre, 21. Senior Class Prophecy CCORDING to the calendar of this, our planet, it was the year 1942. In the distant planet, Jupiter, I was trying out my new patent aeroplane, suited to the atmosphere of the fourth dimension, and was feeling very triumphant over its success. But when it seemed to be in perfect shape, I imprudently lent it to one of my friends to pay a call on her fiance. Swelling with pride, I watched the ascent of the mighty machine, when suddenly a false turn of the pilot’s hand threw it out of commission, and I saw it go spinning off into chaos. I hastily seized a telescope and followed its course with my eye until it crashed into this planet of ours. Fearful lest some one might take my patent machine, which could have received only slight injury in the fall. I immediately boarded an interplanetary machine bound for this earth. The voyage was very pleasant and uneventful except for two perilous encounters. Just as our gigantic plane had tipped its hat to the Seven Sisters, we were aroused by the direful hissing of some insidious monster, and looking back, we saw the gleaming Scorpion coming swiftly towards us. across the heavens with its eyes shining like headlights and its coils rising and falling like waves. With great presence of mind we hid in the Great Dipper until he had gone. We next nearly had an encounter with the savage Bull, Pntre 81 but we cabled S. O. S. to Orion, and he very obligingly called his Bull off. As nothing else of interest occurred, I sought entertainment by addressing one of my fellow-passengers, a wise-looking individual, who seemed to be engaged in taking notes. When she was at leisure, I made an introductory observation about the perils involved in travel, and she looked up a little surprised at being thus accosted by a stranger. But soon past dangers seemed trivial in comparison with being strangled to death by her ardent embraces. When I had finally disengaged myself, I recognized my old friend Mildred. I learned that, having absorbed all the knowledge on this planet, she was making a tour of all the worlds in search of further mental pabulum. As our next stopping place was Mars, I bade her farewell, wishing her safety among the pugilistic natives. After a lapse of several minutes, we arrived at the Interplanetary Plane Station, a few miles from the thriving city of Minneapolis, and for old time’s sake, I boarded a train, an object now almost unknown, and was soon in Minneapolis. I found the old Union Depot still intact, and ascended the old steps with a glad-to-be-home feeling. I was anxious to view again Washington Avenue, now lined with Missionary Headquarters, and was proceeding toward the large double door, when I found my way blocked by a woman train-crier. I knew her thunderous voice immediately and impatiently awaited the end of her announcements, for I was anxious to see her face again. When her mouth had again assumed its natural position, I recognized our old friend Mary Anderson, better known as Andy. The recognition was mutual, and for a moment I was completely shut from view, but soon I emerged panting from out the rotundity of her person, and we eagerly engaged in conversation. Very soon she was off duty and she cordially invited me to accompany her to Northrop, where I would meet several more of my former class-mates. I accepted her invitation and soon we arrived at the beloved school of our youth, which was now completely enshrouded with ivy. As we ascended the stairs, our eyes filled with tears when we saw the familiar banisters, that had so often been our means of transportation to the second floor. And our feelings were exactly in harmony with the atmosphere of the upper hall, for, much to my surprise, everywhere within a wide radius of our old senior room there hung black crepe, and even the singing boys on the frieze were dressed in black. As we entered a class-room, we found that all the children, including the teacher, were dressed in the same funereal hue. Upon my questioning her, Andy explained that ever since the departure of the illustrious Class of 21, the school had felt its loss so grievously that it respected our memory by wearing mourning. I hated to have them feel our loss so keenly, but of course I could not exactly blame them. Just then a matronly form came bustling into the room, evidently the fond parent of one of the pupils, and I caught a savor of the old Northrop when the teachers began confounding us with high-sounding words. The proud parent placidly seated herself and listened to the rather unintelligible P KC 82 recitation of her brilliant daughter. My interest was aroused as I noticed something familiar in the way she argued with the teacher, who had dared to doubt the correctness of her daughter’s statements, and as a result of my rude staring, she soon espied me. It was Dorothy Mann, a happy wife and a proud parent. I asked her what had become of her former determination to join the Old Maids’ Club, and of the money expended to obtain reservations in the Old Ladies’ Home, and she said she had not been able to stand the strain of her lover’s wooing, and so she had finally abandoned her plans. As I was anxious to see more of my class-mates, we left Dorothy to her fond pride. We now set out for a respectable-looking little shop over whose door swings the sign: “Good, Rich Dinners—Best for the Long Run.” We entered the broad doorway and were greeted by the good-natured storekeeper who proved to be no other than Esther Bruce. After the usual affectionate greeting, I asked what was meant by the “long run part of her sign, and she explained that she had continued the practice of taking a long run after meals, whereupon I remembered this hobby of hers back in 1920, and she said that her corpulent customers found this system indispensable for health and effective in reducing weight. Our conversation was interrupted at this juncture by the arrival of two more customers, who proved to be no other than Mary Dibble and Betty Bovey. It was a jolly gathering, and, to celebrate the reunion of old classmates, our hostess invited us to a sumptuous repast. When we had seated ourselves merrily around the table, I learned that Bet, once known as Ebo, was now a world-famed jockey, and when I discovered that her professional name was Tod Sloan II, I recalled that I had often heard of her fame in Jupiter. She was still riding Major, and was winning not only the majority of prizes, but all of them, so that when she moved from city to city, a special aeroplane was needed to convey her cups, ribbons, and other trophies. While we were learning of the glories of Sloan II, a steaming tray appeared in the doorway, and our eyes were eagerly watching the approach of the delectable banquet heaped thereon, when suddenly with a crash it fell to the ground. My companions, bewailing their loss, expressed less concern for the welfare of the unfortunate bearer of the tray than for the banquet itself, but in consternation I hastened to pull the baking dish from off the face of the ill-fated maid. W'hen she finally emerged, I recognized the familiar countenance of Lib Gahre, who. although taking the ignominious fall as a matter of course, expressed her sorrow for the destruction of our dinner, and retreated to replenish the tray. As Mary Dibble sat next to me, we crowded together during the feast, and by dint of shouting into each other’s ears, we managed to make ourselves heard above the noise of our revelry. I learned to my surprise that she was a doctor of medicine, and when I asked her why she had chosen this profession instead of becoming a nurse, as she had always threatened, she said she had decided to live up to her name (M. D.). I was very much interested Pa e 83 in this, and when the occasion afforded, I loudly asked Betty Bovey, who was at my other hand, if Mary had any patients. Betty answered that she certainly had, since she had to sit in her office all day waiting for patients. After the repast, Mary Dibble and Esther Bruce started out of the door to take their usual after-dinner exercise, but since I was pressed for time, I declined, and started out of the door, followed by Andy. A few paces outside I halted to wait for my loitering companion, and found her vainly trying to squeeze through the wide doorway. Finally she was forced to give it up, and I bade her farewell, hoping that in time she might succeed. As I was nonchalantly wending my way toward Hennepin Avenue, my eye was caught by the momentary appearance of a large blue Hudson, which, rounding the corner on two wheels, was soon lost to view. A few minutes later I saw the same car speeding around another corner, only to be met by an oncoming Ford of the same old 1920 type. The two cars met with a shock; a blue streak shot backwards, and with a crash it hit the lamp-post. The Ford made a hasty exit. As I approached the scene of disaster, I arrived in time to see the crest-fallen driver of the Hudson thrust her head through the windshield and glance hastily around to see if a policeman were in sight. Sure enough, one was near and she was straightway fined for speeding. Her eyes imploringly scanned the audience until they fell on me with a thud, and she jumped out and hung herself around my neck. In my confusion, I attempted to release myself, disavowing any connection with her, but when I looked down into her face, those famous dimples came into play, and I recognized the features of dare-devil Strong. With my usual generosity and openness of heart, I paid her fine, which she was unable to pay, owing to many similar drains on her purse. Strong, still the same old Strong, suggested our going to some kind of entertainment, and I mentioned the inviting sign I had seen over the Armory: “Punch ’em, Judy!” We soon found ourselves within the vaulted walls of the old building. Presently four stalwart forms arrived on the platform, and we saw that we were about to witness a rather unusual sort of prize fight, for the odds were three to one. When the bout began, we found one of the prize-fighters to be our old friend. Judy Thorpe. I was at first surprised to see her take the offensive, since I had always seen her take a laudable defensive when playing guard in basket ball, but such are the changes that human nature sometimes undergoes. Judy bowed blushingly, and I was gratified to find that her worldly success had not altered her modest disposition. The performance was short, for the redoubtable Judy knocked out all three of her antagonists with one telling blow, and they never came up for more. The prize fight had taken so little time that Strong suggested going to the opera. We hastened thither and were just in time to hear the beautiful singing of the gem of the operatic stage,—Miss Dymond. The name sounded familiar, and when she opened her mouth, such harmonious melody flowed from her lips that we recognized her at once as our beloved Virge. We listened with ecstasy and pride, and when the performance was over, we Pig 84 went behind the scenes, a habit so familiar to several of our classmates in days of yore, and greeted our old acquaintance. After losing most of her complexion in the embrace, she plied us with questions for about an hour and, after another hour during which Miss Dymond fixed her hair, we stepped out into the dazzling lights in quest of Lib McLane. At this moment a large car drove up to the curb and a lady stepped out, followed by an unending line of gentlemen. In fact, the picture reminded one of the parts of a “movie”, when the audience watches in surprise the long stream of people issuing from a Ford. I recognized something familiar in the young lady, who seemed to be the center of attraction. It was no other than Genevieve Odell, and she answered my unuttered question as to why she was not married, by confessing that she enjoyed the company of men too much. The gentlemen were by this time waxing impatient; so I left her to their ardent attentions. We proceeded on our way, and soon arrived at Lib’s domicile. We were ushered to the third floor and shown into a large room, whose walls were screened from view behind a vast display of banners and pennants, and whose shelves and tables were littered with loving-cups and prizes, while the floor was strewn with athletic paraphernalia. In the center of the room sat a figure with a football-helmet cocked on its head, weaving baskets and composing new yells and songs. As we entered, the figure raised its head, and a joyful look of recognition came over its dauntless features. Yes, it was Lib, but why cooped up with trophies of bygone victories instead of winning more, and why weaving baskets instead of “shooting” them? The mystery was soon solved. Lib had won so many victories that, with her usual good-sportsmanship, she had retreated from the athletic field to give the others a chance. After a merry evening spent at Lib’s, we separated, and I set out in search of my lost aeroplane. The next day while scouting around in one of those diminutive Handley-Paige machines, I encountered two aviators evidently in verbal combat. As I approached, the one who seemed to be getting the worst of it, strategically retreated and left the other as victor in the argument. I soon discovered that this paragon of argumentative ability was Betty Morrison, who told me she had just been disputing with an aerial policeman whether or not it was lawful to park more than fifteen minutes in an air-pocket. I did not wish to pursue this argument further, and suggested that we go to a Cloud Cafe. We had a very enjoyable meeting in which I was careful not to dispute any of her statements, and all went well until she was presented with a slip notifying her that she was arrested for arguing with the traffic police. No one had dared to bring the message by word of mouth. Promising to purchase a can to bale her out, I took my departure and continued the search for my plane, which I found the next day in perfect shape, but hanging upside down on the line of the equator. The driver was nowhere to be found. When I had righted it, I climbed into the driver’s seat, pulled the joy-stick and flew off into space toward the planet Jupiter. —Theodora Melone, 21. Page 85 s Senior Class Will E, the Senior Class of Northrop Collegiate School of Minneapolis, Minnesota, in the County of Hennepin, being of sound mind and memory and without prejudice, do make, ordain, publish, and declare this to be our last Will and Testament. We devise and bequeath:— To the Juniors, the Class of ’22, the midnight oil we did not use up in our long hours of vigil and study; the good-looking red ties, that tell the rest of the world that we once were Seniors; the Senior Room (and may they keep it as neat and inviting as we did!) ; the last rows of seats in Chapel, where the teachers can keep an eye on them; and, lastly, all the privileges which the Seniors in general enjoy, but let the Juniors not build their hopes too high, for these privileges are few and far between. To the Sophomores, the Class of ’23, we leave our basket ball fame, and the cup we worked so hard to win. They, being our sister class, have received the above as a token of our affection for them. We also leave to them our sincerest wish that they pass their College Entrance Exams, and enter college with all possible honors. To the Freshmen, the Class of ’24, we leave our childish ways to add to their own. May these be of use to them as they follow in our footsteps. To the Elementary School, we bequeath our out-grown uniforms and our well-known dignity. To the Student Government, we leave our warnings, neatly filed and indexed. To any “flunkers” at Northrop School, we leave our deepest sympathy. They need it. To the members of Northrop League, we bequeath our good-looking arm-bands and the many symbols sewed thereon. To our dear teachers, we leave all our written exams, so that, when they are lonesome and homesick for us, if ever they are. our papers with their astounding marks will cheer (?) them. To the English Department, we bequeath our old compositions and the dictionary. May these relics help some of the poor souls that are journeying toward the goal we have just reached! To our School, in addition to our memorial, we leave a truly affectionate regard. Signed, the first day of May, in the year one thousand nine hundred and twenty-one. The Class of ’21. —Genevieve Odell. ’20. Pate 86 (After Milton) Hence, loathed examinations, That fill us with such terror, dread, and fear! Oh, not in Northrop dear Were you engendered thus to try Dur patience. Find out some unknown cave, Where your hard questions would not trouble breed And none need e’er to you give heed. There, under sternest guise. And sad, as you are wise. Remain; for we will ne’er your presence crave. But come, Vacation, fair and free. And fill our hearts with gaiety. Free the studious from their work. And give the others right to shirk. Haste thee. Freedom, bring with thee Jokes and youthful Pleasantry, Games and Swims and sportive Tricks, Laughter,—yes, bring all these six And Sport that Summer alone can know. And Fun that ne’er knew tinge of woe. Come, and let us dance with thee. Since tasks and worries leave us free. —Elizabeth Strong, 21. An Ode to the Dictionary 0 dear learned book, never far from us stray, For your praises are sung unto us every day, And we know quite well that your bulk contains The things that we need to develop our brains. And that, if we’re faithful and from you gain knowledge, There may be some hope of our getting to College. So, when we are struggling and trying to write, ’Tis to you that we come for some help in our plight. You’re willing to help us and ready to serve; Oh, may you get all the thanks you deserve! Yet we hate to say, though we fear must confess it. We honor your name but most seldom bless it; And when we’re encouraged to use you still more And. failing, our tests show mistakes by the score, 1 fear that we give you the most of the blame. Unjustly accusing and sland’ring your name. And so. dear old book, would you might rest in peace! But we’ll need you. I’m sure, till our writing shall cease, And, though we continue to mock and to scorn, Miss Fick is your friend still: so be not forlorn. —Margaret Schermerhorn, ’22. p r 87 Defeat Truly, being both Juniors and members of Northrop, we ought to be thoroughly well acquainted with defeat this year, considering our unavailing efforts at basket ball. It was harder, perhaps, this year than it has ever been before, for neither Northrop nor the Juniors are in the habit of accepting defeat at the hands of an opponent. But what could better be termed the ignominy of defeat, than for the Juniors to be beaten by the Sophomores, and for Northrop to lose out to her standing rival, Summit? Nothing would seem a more apparent paradox than the combination of the word “glorious, ’ which carries with it the thought of the highest attainments, with the word “defeat,” which has such an ugly, hopeless sound. But certain defeats are called glorious, and if there is anything finer than a “fair and square victory,” it is a “glorious defeat.” It is always easy to take your own victory in the right way, but the difficult matter is that of taking your defeat in the right way. There is one expression that seems to be a part of a glorious defeat, and that is good sportsmanship. To be “a good sport” when defeated, means that one holds absolutely no grudge. It is hard to realize that some one must be defeated in a game and perhaps the other team was just as anxious to win. When you can congratulate the referee on his successful judging of the game with no thought behind it that he favored the victorious team, can answer the question, “Why were you defeated?” with the rarely-heard answer, “Because they were a better team,” when you can play a clean and fair game every minute, though you realize you are being beaten, when you can leave the opposing team with a handshake and a smile which is truly meant, and a determination to win the next year, then you have attained a Glorious Defeat. It’s up to us to further the high standards of Northrop and prove ourselves well worthy of the ideal school that it is; so let’s try in every part of our school life to gain a fair victory and, if not, at least a glorious defeat. —Frances Goetzmann, ’22. My Jean Away from the city where fields fresh and green Are calling us, tempting us, lives smiling Jean. Her face is all sunshine, her eyes full of glee, Her voice full of sweetness, so precious to me. When sadness comes o’er me and clouds loom aloft, I think of the breeze in the tree tops so soft, The carpeted meadows, the clover-filled air. And most of all, best of all, my Jean so fair. In the gray of the twilight, when lights over there Are twinkling and blinking, forgetting my care, I kneel by my bedside and, knowing God’s near, Ask Him for protection for my Jean so dear. —Frances Hallet, '22 Paso ss An Old Lady's Dream As I sat alone one evening, with my knitting on my lap, My spectacles fell off my nose, and I took a quiet nap. I took a trip to dreamland, meeting old friends tried and true, As I scanned their smiling faces,—’twas the class of ’22. The first one in my dream with her card all A’s and B’s, Just as she always was at school, was Susan, if you please. And this one speaking to the crowd, on subject so intent, Is Elizabeth still preaching virtues of self-government. And here’s a host of school girls, round their teacher, crying, “Save us! Oh, must we have a Physics test?” The teacher was our Avis. Here comes a stately actress! What a stir she does create! When it comes to playing matron’s parts, Frances sure” is great. Is that old Noah Webster, at her words so apt and quick? Why, no! You surely must be blind! That’s just our little Dick! Now through my dream comes dancing a maid with many a beau; She hasn’t changed a bit, girls,—she’s still our old friend, Jo. One face will ne’er grow Haggard, for she always looks her best. Need I tell you that is Nancy, from the “Wild and Woolly West?” Who is this splendid athlete, that stands so straight and tall? There never was a center like our Kink at Basket Ball. In my dream I see her talking,—teachers look as tho’ they’d eat her; It was ever thus in class room, with talky, little Peter. Be still, dear girls, don’t wake me, I must ask you to behave. While I introduce to you Miss Phoebe of the Marcel Wave. And here’s our old friend “Buddie”;—how she brightens up the scene With her jokes and happy laughter! She is still the same Maxine. Tho’ last, she’ll not an “old maid” be. She’ll have her many chances. For men, like Mary’s lamb of old, will always follow Frances. I hope this dream is written well and flaws are hard to pick. For here’s some one with an English book! You’ve guessed it! It’s Miss Fick! As slowly I awakened and their faces passed away, I thought how happy I should be, if just for one short day, I could return to Northrop’s walls, to friends so tried and true. And have a big reunion with the girls of ’22. —Ruth Cantillon. ’22. Vacation Time With downy clouds and azure skies Then go with me to open fields The days of June draw near. Where gentle breezes blow. And lure us from old Northrop’s halls Where lilies nod and bow their heads All chilly now and drear. And farmers plow and sow. ’Tis thus vacation days begin; They run their course too soon, And bring us to September days, When we would still have June. —Phoebe Bleecker, ’22. The Northrop ‘Knightesses’’ If one should chance to pass by Kenwood Parkway in the vicinity of N. C. S., one would see a valiant siege being waged in and about the august and majestic school building. By the direction in which the noble knights, or rather “knightesses” are striving, one would judge their objective to be situated on the third floor adjacent to the dining hall. From this room, which to most seems a kind of “sanctum sanctorum,” one hears squeals and giggles which seem in strange contrast to the earnest and ardent “knightesses.” You may be astonished at the novel word “knightess,” but ancient chivalry and knighthood have degenerated to such an extent that that honorable order is now entirely represented by the female sex. What a disgrace! At N. C. S., when one attains the honor of being a Sophomore, one enters this mystic and marvelous order of “knightesses.” To be sure, the Sophomores and the Juniors are only maiden “knightesses” and have a long and arduous climb ahead of them before they become full-fledged knightesses,” as are the Seniors. As soon as one is a full-fledged “knightess,” the above-mentioned room is revealed to the astonished “knightess,” and she is allowed to make use of it. The poor little Freshies and the forms below, however, are only insignificant and ignominious “squires”, who patiently and devotedly serve their superiors. Among the maiden “knightesses” there is one E. J. of the Baby Countenance, whose wavy hair, piled high on her head, is easily discernible through her invisible helmet. She excels others both in pulchritude and magnitude. Another, closely associated with E. J. of the Baby Countenance is Steve of the Lengthy Legs, who proudly bears a gorgeous red and blue banner which floats gallantly in the breeze, bearing the numbers 1923, and on the point of her spear a brave dill pickle is posted. Steve of the Lengthy Legs appears to dote on Liz of the Bean Pole who is seen towering far above others and who excels many others in strength, in prowess, and in skill. One prominent among the elder knightesses” is Ruth of the A’s, on whose shield many A’s are freely sprinkled, and who is often seen writing snatches of original poems which continually flit through her mind. There is one “knightess” who is widely known because of her wonderful skill at the noble though modern sport of basket ball. Kingman is also in good repute for earnest striving and for doing her best at all times. Lib and Sue are often seen together with Kingman, and the two former are constantly leading the siege and hewing down all obstacles which beset their path. Lib’s executive ability has won her great renown throughout the school and elsewhere. Among the Senior “knightesses the Knightess of the S. G. A. is prominent in all activities. Her shield is decorated with a large and handsome S. G. A., and she appears to have great authority, power and prestige, for at her command, perchance reproof, everybody is cowed and immediately obeys. Puire 90 Yet this Knightess of the S. G. A. is most sweet and adorable, and everyone is passionately attached to her. A knightess who is always in the front of the fight, is the Strong Knightess, and she is a very lively participator in this arduous and heroic siege. D. M., P. S. C., is the leader of the Seniors and of the ‘'knightesses” in general, and, thanks to her and a few others, the Senior class has safely conquered and won out in their long and precarious siege. To be sure, the new and modern “knightesses” may not in all respects resemble those heroes of old, but they have many things in common. For instance, they have some rules and regulations, which might be called standards, to which they must live up and which they must obey. Then, too, some are mounted on gallant steeds of the type which are denominated “hobby.” The bugle blows, and these noble, valiant, and heroic “knightesses” pause in their mad career as they hear that familiar and welcome sound. This delay, however, is only temporary, for they brook no real delay or procrastination till they are safely within the walls of that room which seems to be their objective, nor then again until they have secured the right of “honorable discharge” from the noble and honored institution of Northrop. —Caroline Crosby, ’23. The Freshmen Rings Now sing, oh Muse, of most important things And tell us how the Freshmen chose their rings. ’Twas late in autumn that a council met. A chosen few were picked, and they did set A day on which they did intend to raid The jewelers’ stores, where they had seen displayed Some fine designs. A fit one soon was found. The jeweler told them that the rings were bound To be quite late in coming, but that he Would do all in his power to work and see That they would be begun within the hour. The day arrived on which the rings were due:— Down to the jeweler went the chosen few; The rings were not on hand, but still in the shop. The committee felt bad, and many a tear did drop. Some time now passed. Then the committee once more Did wend their way to Winter’s Jewelry Store The rings awaited them and they were gay. Then ’twas not long, in fact, the very next day. That the class received their rings with joyful cries. While the rest of the school looked on with longing eyes. And it was often said and always thought That those Freshmen rings were the best that were ever bought. —Louise Belden, ’24. 91 A Little Boy’s Diary Crismus. Ma gave me this book to rite down what I do evry day. It’s going to be a awful bother, I reckon, but I s’pose I’ll have to do it cuz ma wants me to do it. Monday. Monkeyed aroun. School begins to-morrow. Worse luck, I can't find my chog-ra-phy book. I’ve had three this year'n pa won’t let me get a new one. Guess I’ll have to say I left it to home. Tuesday. Found my chog-ra-phy in tha cole-bin. School begun. Teacher will pass. Not so cross as I expected. Wednesday. Had a turrible snow storm last nite. Had to go out’n shovel a path for tha grocry man ta come in by. Pa fergot ta give me a knife so he lent me his’n an’ I lost it. Thursday. Made up a army of snow ball fiters. I'm captain of our side. Makin a fort outside of school. It’s almost finished. Goin to fite to-morrow. Friday. Lost my rithmatic paper. Teacher awful crabby. Can’t fite till to-morrow. To bad, all of us’ll have to stay after school. Saturday. Fite wasn’t fair. They had much bigger boys’n we couldn’t do a thing. They beat. Sunday. Had ta go to Church an Sunday School. Preacher ast me if I liked his sermon, an I didn’t but couldn’t say so to him so I sed I didn’t understand much of it’n was awful plite. Monday. Have to take care of my kid sister. Can’t do a thing. If that ain’t fierce? Monkeyed aroun. Wednesday. Saturd’y. Didn’t do much. Ma made me take a bath. Such a bother. Tusday (next week). Had lots of fun. Went to a movie. Ma sed it was bad fer my “intillec-tu-al powers” ’r: I got in a scrape trying to beat in a race like a man did in tha movie ’n I busted a windo. Gee! Pa was mad! Monday. (2 weeks later.) Didn’t do a thing worth tellin about. Besides it’s to much trouble ta rite everythin’ down; so I ain’t going ta do it no more. Tom Brewster Brooke. —C. C. Crosby, ’24. Png V2 Problems of a Disciplinarian We had been having the worst time with my small, white fox-terrier puppy. Every time we left such things as gloves, handkerchiefs, shoes and other small articles within his reach, he would carry them off. Then, when he felt like playing with his booty, he would draw it from its hiding place and amuse himself by worrying it. Indeed, many was the time that I had rescued some article of my mother’s and replaced it in her room before she had missed it; for my mother’s patience had been fast giving out. The climax was reached when Jip, my naughty puppy, carried off one of mother’s best long white gloves. “Jane,” she said, “you must punish Jip. He must have some discipline.” I could not bear the thought of spanking my puppy; and, as you may imagine, it was with a heavy heart that I again found one of my gloves missing. I took the mate of the missing one with me, for I intended to spank my puppy with it. I hunted all over the house until at last I found Jip. I seized him by his red bow and slapped him once with the glove. Then the bow slipped and away he ran, with me madly in pursuit. I reached the living room, but too late! Jip. quick little fellow that he was, had made his escape. I sank exhausted into a chair and was wondering what next to do. when I heard the well-known patter of little feet. Around the corner came Jip, with the other glove in his mouth. He presented it to me in a most humble manner and looked up with the expectancy of praise in his eyes. I was dismayed. What should I do?—Spank him or praise him? Now what would you have done in this case of discipline? —Jane Confer, '24. The Little Rebel Philadelphia was in a turmoil of secret conspiracies and plots. It had been reported that the English were a few miles away from the city, making ready to capture it, but no one knew when. Every effort had been made to discover when the Americans were to be attacked, but all to no avail, for the date had been kept well hidden. One day Mistress Travers bade her daughter go to Mistress Owens to borrow half a dozen of eggs. “But. mother,” objected Beatrice, “you know the Owens are bitter Tories and father would not like us to have anything to do with them.” “That is true, daughter,” agreed her mother, “but we are in great need of the eggs, for your aunt and uncle are going to dine with us. Moreover, Mistress Owens and I were very good friends before the war.” “Very well, mother, but I do not relish the thought of going. However, there is nothing else to do; so when I meet her, I will try to be pleasant.” Patfc 93 S • % “Now do not be long, Beatrice,” admonished her mother, as the little girl went down the path. “Never fear,” returned her daughter, “1 am not likely to linger long about an Englishman’s house.” Mistress Owens received her cordially enough, but Beatrice did not loiter, and after getting the required eggs, she started homeward. Passing underneath the dining-room windows, she heard a sound of men’s voices, barely audible for they were speaking in hushed tones. Peeping over the windowsill, the girl saw three British soldiers, deeply engaged in an absorbing conversation. They were so intensely interested that they did not see the girl slip quietly into the room and creep underneath the long table-cover. “Our troops will surprise them and take the city by storm,” one of them was saying. “Yes, and as their Mr. Washington does not know of this affair, it will be a very simple matter to overcome the few guards that are in the city,” assented another. “If we accomplish this,” said the third, “it will be a great step toward teaching those hot-headed rebels their lesson. Besides a raise in the army will be ours.” Beatrice listened in astonishment. Were these men forming a plan to have her beloved city captured? Oh, they couldn’t do that! She had heard of something of the sort before, but hadn’t supposed it could be true. But they were going to, and something must be done to stop them. Then Mistress Owens entered the room. “Please close the window,” said one of them. “It’s getting quite chilly in here. “Of course,” agreed Mistress Owens; “I had only opened it for a few minutes to air out the room a bit.” This brought up a fresh complication for Beatrice. How could she get out? Peering from underneath the table-cloth, the girl looked to see if she could find a way out. But there seemed to be no escape. There was no telling when they would be through with their conference, for it was apparent that they had just begun dinner. After a few minutes a sharp rap was heard on the door. Answering it, Mistress Owens led in a tall, distinguished-looking gentleman, who appeared to be a British officer of high rank. Lord Howe has just informed us when Philadelphia is to be attacked,” announced the Englishman. “Our troopers are coming down from Trenton in three days to take the city by surprise.” But what if some one hears of this plan? questioned one of the soldiers. “Then it will be a failure, replied the Colonel grimly. “But let us hope for the best. Every scheme has been made in private; so there is not much chance of any one’s overhearing us.” Pm « 4 No one has been here, said the oldest man, but the little maid who came for the eggs and she has gone long ago.” “All is safe then,” assented the Colonel. However, my real purpose in coming here was to summon you to Lord Howe, who wishes to see you as soon as possible.” Then we must be going,” remarked one of the officers, bowing low to Mistress Owens. We are very grateful to you for your courtesy and hospitality in lodging us here. I hope that some day we may be able to repay you for your kindness.” “It is nothing but pleasure to aid one who is in the service of the King,” replied Mistress Owen, courtesying, and I hope that I will have future cause for aiding you in some way.” And with another bow the four men left the room. Beatrice lost no time in making her escape as soon as Mistress Owens had disappeared into the kitchen. Why, child,” exclaimed her mother, as the girl came running up the path, flushed and breathless. I had greatly feared that some harm had befallen you and at this minute was going in search of you.” O mother,” gasped Beatrice, “the British are going to take Philadelphia, and—and—we can’t stop them unless General Washington is notified immediately.” “O. that your father were here! cried the lady in distress. He could—” And just as the word left her lips, a stalwart figure came striding up the walk. Father, come here, quick!” Beatrice called, Come here, quick!” After a hasty explanation Mr. Owens ran down the path toward the stables. In about three hours he reached Washington’s headquarters and told the General of the conversation his daughter had overheard. So by Beatrice’s bravery and courage Philadelphia was saved from the English and the little girl was called the truest patriot of her time. —Doris Douglas. Form VIII. I’aze 9i With the Stars The Story of Aldebaran Aldebaran is the name of the red star forming the eye of Taurus, the Bull, a V-shaped constellation near Orion in the southern sky. As the autumn nights lengthen, Aldebaran, with unmistakable individuality, shows his fiery eye above the eastern horizon. The story goes that he was the youngest and fairest son of a king. Born in Mars’s month, he was destined to carry the sword of conquest and wear the ruby for his birth-stone. When of age and ready to seek his fortune, Aldebaran swore ever to be faithful and true. So nobly did he fulfill his vow, through many trials and hardships, that the ruby eye of Taurus was named Aldebaran in his honor. —Bernadette Plant. Form VII. A Soliloquy by Cassiopeia Note: Queen Cassiopeia is the constellation known as the chair or W in the heavens. Well, here I am in my chair with nothing to do but sit! It cheers me very much to see Venus,—she is always so bright and happy-looking. I say to myself, “Why can’t you be like that instead of always looking on the dark side?” I am certainly glad those dogs are away across the sky. I don’t mind the little one so much, but that Sirius!—I don’t see why Orion wants to have such an animal around! I think the Swan is much pleasanter. I should think the little Bear would be afraid that the Big Dipper would fall on top of him some night and cover him up. Maybe he could never get out! Another dismal thought! —Ann Wilder Jewett. Form VII. What Orion Thinks About (Orion, the mighty hunter, is one of the most splendid winter constellations. Armed with club, sword and shield of lion-skin, in company with his faithful dogs, Sirius and Procyon, he is pictured as stoutly resisting the furious onslaught of Taurus Bull. Although a mighty warrior, Orion’s vast conceit at his own prowess, evoked the anger of the gods.) “It’s a great bore to have people looking at me all the time. What a relief when summer comes and I can escape the public’s curiosity for a few months! “My two dogs are a great care, especially Procyon, the little one. He is always barking at the Unicorn’s heels or spurring the Crab on to nip the Sea Serpent’s tail! Sirius is much the better behaved. He likes to watch Procyon play, but considers it beneath his own dignity to cut such capers. “Come on Taurus! You can’t frighten me! My stout club is ready for the fight!” —Evelyn Baker. Form VII. SLANG WITH A PEDIGREE Do not reprove me for saying “By Jiminy”, for this expression had a very lofty origin. In days of old, men swore by the Twins, Castor and Pollux, for whom the constellation, “Gemini (Latin for twins) was named in the sky. “O Gemini” is found in Elizabethan literature. The modern version of this ancient expression is “By Jiminy!’ —Jean Savage. Form VII. Phge 96 JUNI9R S J1®L A Catastrophe We were playing down on the lake shore catching crabs and then letting them go, when suddenly we heard, “Help! Help!” And it came from the lake. We looked out and saw an over-turned canoe and some people struggling in the water. We could see no one else on the lake except some children who were rowing around in a row boat near us. Some men were playing tennis not far away, and they heard the cries. They jumped into the children’s boat and started rowing out there as fast as they could. Immediately people in boats from all sides of the lake started out. We saw them helping some one into their boats. In a few minutes we saw them leaving from where the canoe had turned over. There was one man who came back to where we were standing. It was not the man that was in the row boat, but another. We asked him all about it. He said that he and his little boy were canoeing on the other side of the lake, when he heard the cries. He made his little boy lie down in the bottom of the boat while he stood up and paddled all the way out there. The man who had tipped over had a little dog with him. There were a lot of pillows in the canoe, but they all went to the bottom of the lake. —Barbara Bailey. Form VI. A Water Fete at Camp The water fete at camp was a lovely thing. All the canoes were decorated differently. Our canoe was decorated with flags and the Statue of Liberty stood in it. I cannot remember who the Statue of Liberty was, but whoever she was, she stood very still and many said she did very well. That canoe was pretty but not the prettiest by far. Another canoe was decorated like a Japanese boat. And the girl who sat in it was dressed like a Japanese girl. She had a dog and he had some Japanese things around his neck. He stood very still. The canoe I liked best of all was decorated like an Indian canoe. It had a little wigwam in it, and in the wigwam there was a flash- Pagc 97 light with some sticks over it, looking like a fire. In the wigwam sat a girl, looking like an Indian, and at the stern sat another Indian steering the canoe. That was one of the best times I had up at camp, just watching that water fete. —Peggy McKcnney. Form VII. Totem Poles and Glaciers On our trip to Alaska this summer, our first stopping place after leaving Vancouver was Albert Bay. Albert Bay is an Indian village ra composed of a number of wooden houses and a few stores along the water front. The “Princess Alice”, our boat, stopped about an hour, tffl 0 giving the passengers an opportunity to visit the village. On reach- H pg ing the street, we saw in front of nearly every building totem poles jjj km of all kinds. Most of them are made of many strange figures, such Km d rs birds, fishes, men’s faces, lizards, and snakes. Each figure is sup-posed to mean something. The Indians can tell which tribe or family people belong to by the figures on the totem poles in front of their houses. There is nothing pretty about a totem pole; most of the figures are weird-looking and ugly. We visited the cemetery also, and we found that the graves were marked with smaller totem poles, or drawings of them on markers made of wood. One of the other most interesting parts of our trip was our visit to Taku Glacier. A long time before we reached the glacier, the water was filled with little icebergs. It was a beautiful clear day, and when we reached the glacier the sun was shining directly on it, so that it glistened and its color was beautiful. Taku Glacier is the largest fast-moving glacier in the world. It starts far back in the mountains and comes right down to the ocean. Small pieces of it break away continually. The “Princess Alice”, our boat, went up very close to it, within three or four hundred feet. After we had been there some time, the captain blew the whistle, as it is said that the vibration causes some parts of it to break away. Whether that was the reason or not. we were fortunate enough to see a large piece of it break away. We were watching it closely and we saw a large part of the glacier shake. When it broke away, there was a big crash like an explosion. The part that broke away was probably several hundred feet long. Apparently a good deal of the part that broke away was below the water line, and it certainly made a big disturbance in the water, so much so that our ship had to back away. It was a very beautiful sight and one that I will never forget. We saw a great many more glaciers on our trip up and back, but most of them were a considerable distance from us. Near Skagway we saw what was called a dead glacier. Some glaciers are active, that is, they are moving, while others which do not move at all rre called dead glaciers. The dead glaciers appear to be covered with dirt, while the live ones as a rule are much lighter in color. P K 98 I think of all the things I saw on our trip to Alaska, the totem poles and the glaciers were the most interesting. Charlotte Williams. Form VI. My Idea of Hard Work Making beds is what I call hard work. Fixing the sheet is worst of all. I can never get the corners of the pillow in the corners of the pillow-case. By the time I get through making a bed, it looks like the Sahara Desert. The beds I think the hardest to make are the old-fashioned kind. —Helen Scott. Form V. A Trip My choice of a summer vacation would be an automobile trip such as I took with my parents and my brother a few years ago. Starting one noon from Minneapolis, we arrived in Denver on the evening of the fifth day. We traveled all through the mountains and dangerous roads of the state. We were in one of the highest incorporated towns in the world, Victor, about eleven thousand feet above sea level and in the Cripple Creek mining district. At Long’s Peak we visited the ranch of Enos Mills who is called the “Father of the National Park System.” We saw the wonderful electric fountain in Denver Park, the Royal Gorge and Estes Park. If we had gone by train, it would have been impossible to see all we did in the time wc had for the trip. —Mary Louise Sudduth. Form V. A Pleasant Day on the St. Lawrence As the dawn broke, the day, which we had hoped would bring sunshine and warmth, greeted us with the sounds of rolling thunder and rain beating on the roof. However, in the middle of the morning the rain had stopped and the clouds had cleared. At eleven o’clock we started from New York, reaching Clayton about noon. There we took a launch for our cottage on the St. Lawrence shore. After landing we prepared our lunch, which tasted most delicious after our three hours’ trip. The afternoon was spent delightfully in roaming through the woods and in swimming. All too soon came the word that the launch was waiting to take us on our homeward journey. —Betty Dodge. Form V. Horse Back Riding Every Saturday that I can, I go horseback-riding. As soon as possible I call the Riding Academy and ask to have my horse saved for me. Usually we go past the Lake of the Isles and out towards Glenwood Park, following the bridle path. Generally we return to the stable about ten forty-five o’clock. Sometimes we ride around the tanbark ring in the stable, partic- Pafc 99 ularly when it is too cold to go outside. Then I go home feeling very fine after the exercise and I determine that I will go again next Saturday. —Bernice Goldsmith. Form V. After Three O'clock It was striking the last stroke of three. All the children had gone home. The things in the room had come to life! “I wish my little mistress wouldn’t bite me so,” said a pen. “Well, my mistress scribbles on my pages so I can hardly stand it,” said a book in the nearby desk. ‘‘Oh! how I wish I didn’t have to be nailed up on this cardboard so. It hurts terribly,” said a picture. ‘‘My mistress is very nice to me. She doesn’t scribble on my pages or turn my corners down either,” said another book. ‘‘The teacher seems to be very proud of my little Miss because she uses arm movement, whatever that may be,” said a pen. “My Gracious! it is time to get back into our places,” said a picture of Cotton. “Our mistress will be here any minute. Anyway, I am very sleepy, so I guess I had better find my place.” You see they sleep in the day-time. —Mary Morrison. Form IV. The History of Paper Making The Chinese were the first people to make paper. They were having a war with the Arabians. It happened that some of the Chinese were captured by the Arabians and were told that they should tell how they made paper. So they told how to make paper, but the Arabians did not keep it a secret as the Chinese had. They let the news spread to Greece, Rome, France, Holland and England. „The first paper-mill in North America was built in Pennsylvania. —Nancy Harrison. Form IV. The First Attempt to Make Paper The Egyptians were the first people to attempt to make paper. They made it from papyrus reed. This is the way they made it. First they took the pith of the papyrus reed and cut it into strips. Then they laid some horizontally, then another layer vertically. Then they put heavy weights on. The pith was very sticky and so it stuck together and made a sheet which they could write upon. Before they had this they wrote on stone and parchment. —Martha Eurich. Form IV. How Paper is Made The materials that are used to make paper are rags, grasses, straw, old paper or wood. When the materials are brought into the paper mills, the men in the mill take the materials and clean and sort them. If they are going to make Pace 100 scratch paper they take the wood and put it into a large kettle and boil and beat it. Then the men add a filler which is a sort of glue and it fills up the holes. Next the men pour it on a screen and the water drains off into a tub below. Then it is shaken so that the pulp mats together. The men then put it through a roller and the roller has some hot air under it and this hot air dries the paper. Then the scratch paper is finished after it is rolled. If they want to make writing paper they put a coating on the paper which makes it very smooth. Then the men roll it again and it is hung up to dry. —Alice Fraser. Form IV. The Story of Fort Snelling More than a hundred years ago. a man named Zebulon Pike was sent by the United States Government to find a good place for a fort in Minnesota. He chose a place at the mouth of the Minnesota River. A few years later Major Stephen Long was sent to build the fort. He and his soldiers built several log cabins on the south bank of the Minnesota River. When spring came, the water rose and flooded the camp; so they called it Camp Cold Water. About a year later, in 1821, Colonel Joseph Snelling came to take Major Stephen Long’s place. He chose the place for the fort where Fort Snelling now stands, across the river from Camp Cold Water. The first stone building was the round tower, which is still standing. He named the fort Fort St. Anthony. There was a strong wall around the fort, outside of which the Indians often camped. One day a steamboat came up the Mississippi, and the Indians ran off in terror. They were afraid of it. But the white people were glad to see it because it brought them supplies from St. Louis. After awhile General Scott visited the fort and changed its name to Fort Snelling, in honor of Colonel Snelling. who had built it. —Ruth deVinne. Form III. The stories written by the second grade are the result of a study in Industrial Arts of “Weavers and Other Workers”. The children experimented with weaving and made rugs, wash cloths and bags of yarn. The Shepherd The kind shepherd takes care of the sheep. He leads them to the green grass. Then he sits down and watches them. The shepherd dog watches, too. Night comes and the sun goes down. The shepherd leads the sheep to the barn. Patrc 101 S % I The Lamb Oh little lamb so white and fair. Playing in the soft spring air, You eat clover and daisies white. You run over the field with delight. Wool Would you like to know where wool comes from? It comes from the sheep’s back. First the sheep are washed in the springtime. Then they are sheared. The wool is taken to the factory. There it is washed again. After that it is spun into thread by machinery. Next the thread is woven into cloth. Dolly's Bedroom Composite Class Composition Last October a little girl in the first form brought a pretty cardboard doll house to school. We thought we could make one like it. We decided to make dolly’s bed-room first. We took four pieces of cardboard, twelve inches by nine inches, and four strips of cloth. We bound the three sides of the room together with the strips and vegetable glue. It looked like a screen. Then we took the fourth piece of cardboard and put it in for the floor. After that we cut the windows out from two sides and the door from the third side. We measured them with our rules so that they would be just right. We papered the walls with samples of wall paper and made a rug and a door mat for the floor. We papered the outside of the room with colored paper that looked well with the wall paper. Then we were ready to furnish the room. We made a straight-back chair and a rocking-chair with cushions on them, a bed with a spread and two pillows for it, a dressing-table with toilet things, a bench to place before it and a mirror to hang before it, a day bed, a crib for the baby, a screen and a waste basket. Then we made tie-back curtains with lambrequins, out of crepe paper. We decorated the furniture with our crayons because everything was made of paper. Next we arc going to make a fireplace and put in the ceiling and slanting roof with a chimney. This is a summer bed-room so one side is open and we are going to screen that. We have made a yard, too, with gardens and trees, a fountain and benches in it. That is all we can tell about today. We may think of something else to do later. Page 102 Form I. A A Day in the Kindergarten George Washington was a great American. He was our first President. His birthday is next week. But he’s dead. He died before even our Mothers and Fathers were born. These and similar comments were made when the teacher showed the kindergarten children Stuart’s picture of George Washington. Later that morning the children made flags. With soft rubbing red stripes were made. To be sure, the stripes on any one flag were not uniform in width, and sometimes the red extended into the white. But in every case the red and white alternated. In every flag, too, there was a field of blue. Sometimes the stars were round, though occasionally a real star was achieved. Then great was the joy. Of course, there must be a parade for George Washington’s birthday. So with General Washington as commander, off marched the gallant troops. Each child had made a cap and a badge. Some caps were decorated with flags, some with parquetry circles. In each case red, white, and blue were the colors used. We didn’t have a big flag for each child, but each one had a turn carrying a flag during the parade. Two by two, the soldiers marched up to General Washington; after passing him, they separated, one column going to the right, one to the left, around the room, to meet again in front of the General. After marching they gathered in double rank to sing “America”, and give the Pledge of Allegiance”. During these exercises they stood at attention and saluted their flag, proudly held before them. As a culmination of the day, their picture was taken, each child wearing his precious soldier cap and badge. —L. B. Roemer. il Paxe 103 Honor Roll NOVEMBER Susan Decker Virginia Capron Caroline Crosby Bernice Davison Elizabeth Decker Caroline Mercer Jean Dickey Betty Goodell Martha Eurich Mary Atkinson DECEMBER Mildred Buffington Ruth Cantillon Susan Decker Eleanor Kingman Margaret Schermerhom Virginia Capron Caroline Crosby Jane Confer Bernice Davison Elizabeth Decker Caroline Mercer Eleanor Whiting Jean Dickey Jean Savage Barbara Bailey Jeannette Latta Betty Long Betty Dodge Florence Isabel Roberts Evelyn Seeley Martha Eurich Marian Ashley JANUARY Virginia Capron Caroline Crosby Jane Confer Elizabeth Decker Caroline Mercer Margaret Louise Newhall Barbara Bailey Jeannette Latta Charlotte Williams Betty Fowler Betty Dodge Florence Isabel Roberts Martha Eurich Ann Winton Eleanor Bellows Virginia Cook FEBRUARY Marian Ashley Alice Cudworth Elizabeth Decker Caroline Mercer Betty Goodell Barbara Bailey Donna McCabe Lucille Rector Nancy Van Slyke Peggy Belden Eleanor Bellows Virginia Cook Betty Strout MARCH Virginia Capron Caroline Crosby Marian Ashley Alice Cudworth Elizabeth Decker Caroline Mercer Jean Dickey Betty Goodell Alice Nash Charlotte Williams Barbara Bailey Margaret Chute Betty Dodge Florence Isabel Roberts Mary Atkinson Martha Eurich Nancy Van Slyke Peggy Belden Eleanor Bellows Ruth de Vienne Rosanna Robbins Helen Stevens Betty Strout APRIL Virginia Capron Evelyn Baker Helen Tuttle Marian Ashley Elizabeth Murphy Nancy Van Slyke Alice Cudworth Margaret Louise Newhall Peggy Belden Bernice Davison Jean Savage Eleanor Bellows Elizabeth Decker Barbara Bailey Virginia Cook Caroline Mercer Mary Atkinson Charlotte Willoughby Betty Goodell Martha Eurich Betty Strout Jean Dickey Donna McCabe Thyrza Tyrrell PljfC 104 School Calendar for 1920-1921 September 20—Opening of school. September 24—Dr. Freeman gives a very inspiring talk to the school. October 8—The Old Girls’ Party for the New. October 22—Riding Contest. Betty Bovey wins the cup. November 2—Election day. Half-holiday to allow teachers to vote. November 4-5—M. E. A. holds meetings in St. Paul. We have Thursday afternoon off and all day Friday besides. November 6—Hockey season opens. Seniors best Freshmen, 3-2. November 10—Seniors play Sophomores. Seniors win, 2-0. November 11—Armistice Day. We have a half-holiday. November 15—Junior-Freshmen game. Juniors win, 5-0. November 17—Sophomores vs. Freshmen. Freshmen win, 2-1. November 18—The school receives an Acme “movie” machine and a stereop-ticon camera as a gift from Mr. C. M. Willock. November 19—Subscription dance. Proceeds $5. November 20—Hockey tournament. Seniors best Juniors, 2-1. November 23—Mr. Wells gives an interesting talk on book-making and exhibits some rare old books. November 24—Parents’ and Teachers’ Association gives luncheon. Pageant of 1620 is presented. An interesting book exhibit. November 25—Miss Carse starts on a three weeks’ trip to the East. She visits eight Eastern colleges. December 3—Sixth Form entertains us with a French play, “Le Petit Noel.” ♦ � 105 December 17—Christmas play, Why the Chimes Rang. Christmas vacation begins. December 23—Basket ball game between this year’s and last year’s Seniors, for the benefit of the Tatler fund of both classes. ’21 beats ’22, score 23-7. December 31—Miss Carse gives tea for Seniors and for the Alumnae. January 3—Vacation ends. January 12-14—Mid-Year Exams. January 15—Miss Carse talks to parents on College Entrance Exams. February 1—We go over the top with our ads. February 7—Basket ball season opens. Seniors beat Sophomores 23-15. Juniors beat Freshmen 16-10. February 11—Seniors beat Freshmen 65-15. Sophomores beat Juniors 21-9. February 14—Sophomores and Freshmen 32-13. February 16—Seniors beat Juniors 30-6. February 18—Patriotic celebration in chapel. February 18—Tournament between Seniors and Sophomores. Score 29-10, in favor of Seniors. February 25—Morning: Miss Benton, dean of Carleton College, talks about Lithuania. Afternoon: Greek pageant of 4th and 5th grades. Evening: Masquerade. March 5—First game with Summit. Northrop is defeated 18-11. March 8—Mrs. Baker, dean of Radcliffe College, gives a very interesting talk. P� kp 106 March 12—Return game with Summit. Northrop again goes down to defeat, 22-12. March 18—Easter vacation begins. April 4—We return, refreshed by a two weeks’ vacation. April 8—Sophomores stage a carnival to help pay last year's Tatler debt. April 18-20. Exams for Juniors and Seniors. April 22—“Pauvre Sylvie,” a French skit, is given by 8th Grade. April 22—Senior Movie—Dansant. April 28—Tatler goes to press. April 29—Katherine Everts, voice specialist, gives school advice on how to train the voice. May 13—Junior Cabaret. May 21—Junior-Senior Prom. May 10—Field Day. June 2-3—Final Exams. June 5—Baccalaureate Sunday. Speaker, Dr. Cyrus Northrop. June 7—Commencement. Speaker, President Cowling of Carleton College. June 20-26—College Entrance Exams. June 26—Vacation! ? • A problem and question have I. No matter how hard I do try To me, Latin is Greek; Oh, why should one speak A language that’s dead, ’ere they die? —Pauline Seidel. ’23. P trc 107 SQQIET The Old Girls’ Party for the New It has been the custom in Northrop for several years to have an “Old Girls’ Party for the New”. Each “old” girl invites a “new” girl and tries to make her feel more at home with the other students and with the school. There was some difficulty this year in fixing the day, but, at last, October the eighth was decided on. What a thrill of excitement and of secrecy, too, pervaded the atmosphere a few days before! All over the school older girls were inviting the younger ones, and the gym, after school hours, was a forbidden place to all but the members of the particular class that was practicing its “stunt”, for dancing and “stunts” formed the evening’s entertainment, and had, of course, to be elaborately prepared for. At seven-thirty on the eventful evening, girls and “escorts” could be seen laughing and talking sociably together, and a few minutes later, dancing was announced. Soon, however, our attention was turned towards the stage to behold an old woman (Betty Morrison), scarcely three feet tall, studying the pictures of a gallery. But to our great surprise, she gradually grew taller and taller until she reached about eight feet in height. Then the curtain fell, but not without the mirthful approval of the audience. The Sophomores were now given a chance to display their histrionic ability before their fellow-schoolmates, and they succeeded very well with dramatizations of various parts of the comic sections of the daily papers. After a few minutes allowed for friendly conversation, the curtains parted again, this time to give the Juniors their chance at entertaining. After their P«jtc 108 presentation of “Pyramus and Thisbe” and of “Food”, the Juniors were voted a veritable galaxy of stars, for each girl in turn had proved herself an Ellen Terry or a Mrs. Siddons. We now eagerly awaited the offering of the Seniors. This consisted of “Lochinvar”, a pantomime, which was acted out, while Miss Carse beautifully read the lines. The evening’s program having been finished, there was more dancing, and then the refreshments were served, thus ending the evening which is so eagerly looked forward to each year by every girl in the High School, as an evening of genuine mirth and pleasure. —Elizabeth Gahre, ’21. THE SUBSCRIPTION DANCE The annual Subscription Dance given by the students of the Northrop High School, took place on the evening of November nineteenth, 1920. Miss Carse and Miss Buchanan acted as chaperons, and the party was attended by several parents. As is customary, the dance was informal and open to the friends of the students. The Pallma Band was very efficient and lent plenty of zest and spirit to the party. Early in the afternoon preceding the dance, some Senior girls busied themselves in the large hall and prepared the gymnasium for the gayety of the coming evening. The hall was attractively furnished with rugs and wicker furniture obtained for the occasion. This Subscription Dance was given in order to get funds for the Senior memorial, but we were disappointed in this purpose, for the expenses were so large that no profits were realized. However, as far as being a fine party, this dance certainly was a success. —Theodora Melone, 21. THE NORTHROP LEAGUE MASQUERADE FEBRUARY 25, 1921 Oh, what fun and laughter there is at a masquerade, and what a jolly time we all did have at the League party, on February twenty-fifth! It was held in the gym at eight o’clock and all the forms from the Seventh through the Twelfth were there, arrayed in every kind of costume imaginable! Before the Grand March, there were a few minutes in which everybody tried to figure out who everybody else was,—for we were all masked, and some so much so that it was impossible to discover their identity. Some were recognized by their hair, others by their dress, although one of our red-heads in the Sophomore class attempted to disguise herself by wearing a brown switch under a rose-trimmed hat. There were also other cases of wigs and the like. Jessica Barber remained incognito for a long time, because her usually golden locks had been exchanged for a black bob! And Emma Joslin’s naturally brown hair was covered with a light yellow wig. There were all sorts of countries and periods represented. Here walked an Indian, hand in hand with a Colonial dame, and there a sailor hobnobbed with a gypsy lass, while again a burglar might be seen chatting 109 with an innocent little girl! The gentlemen were there in every way, shape and manner, as sailors, soldiers (both French and American), Colonial statesmen, Chinese, Japanese, negroes, and good “plain every-day” Americans. And the ladies were of as widely diverging types as the gentlemen, for they came from the Eighteenth Century, from modern France and Spain, from Japan, from “the land of cotton”, from gypsy camps, old fashioned gardens and harems, from nurseries, from school-rooms and ball-rooms. The Grand March was led by Betty Morrison and Dorothy Mann, followed by Miss Carse and Miss Mills. This was a most interesting event, as one for the first time got a good view of all of the costumes. Suddenly, while we were walking about, two negroes, a boy and girl, excitedly rushed in the door and joined us. They proved later to be Lib McLane and Jo Velie. After the Grand March, a few steps in dancing had been taken, when a shrill whistle summoned us to gather about the gym stairs. There Miss Carse introduced two forsaken war-brides, impersonated by the Mademoiselles Bagier and Grandjean. Seeing her long-lost husband among the crowd, the former rushed madly down and flung her arms ecstatically about a French Blue-Devil, who later proved to be our little Dickey Schermerhorn. Soon the unmasking began, then wild shouts and hilarious bursts of laughter rent the air. The guesses we had made concerning some were found to be wrong, while those concerning others were verified. Dancing was once more indulged in, but it was not long before some impromptu stunts were enacted. The first was by the two darkies, Elizabeth McLane and Josephine Velie, who sang the well known “Way Down South in the Corn Field”, and “Old Folks, Young Folks, Everybody Come”. These were followed by a group of Eighth Formers, Garnet O’Brien, Bertha Blakely, Helen Lawrence, and Katherine Dodge, who gave a pillow-case dance. Betty Morrison and Virginia Dymond then presented “Romeo and Juliet” from the well known tragedy of Shakespeare, and, in truth, it was a tragedy,—a real one, for Juliet fell upon her beloved Romeo in a disastrous attempt to jump into his arms from her high balcony of three chairs. Maxine Wilcox also gave several interpretations which were well received. This ended the dramatic entertainment, and after partaking again of the delicious punch, which was served throughout the evening, and after dancing a few more delightful steps, the party ended, at just ten o’clock. We all had had a very enjoyable time, and a great deal of fun; so we started homeward, wishing that the party was just beginning. —Elizabeth Strong, ’21. THE CARNIVAL The most successful party ever held at Northrop! The most entertaining of all dramatic performances! and the most original of all displays,—such was the Sophomore Carnival. Sideshows, a penny arcade, clowns, playlets, a “chamber of horrors”, fortune tellers, refreshments, a mummy dance,—all of these went to make up Pasro no the varied and pleasing amusements which were offered. The music for the dancing was furnished by a very good orchestra, which made this feature the most enjoyable of the evening. In the sideshows were a glass-eater, a snake-charmer, a tight-rope walker, a wild man, a strong man, a fat woman, a two-headed girl, a tattooed woman, a mind-reader, and a dancing dwarf. What shouts of laughter were heard as each new sight was viewed! But did any one ever see anything more clever than the Penny-Arcade? The swimming-match, the merry-go-round, the only lynx in captivity, the crazy house, the ground hog,—these were only a few of the very unusual sights. The playlets were perhaps the most entertaining events of this very entertaining carnival. The first, “Dr. Fixit,” was the story of a man who by concocting a heterogeneous mixture was able to make fat people slender and slender ones fat. The unexpected success of his first attempts of curing two patients was the climax of the play. The interval between this playlet and a mummy dance was passed in dancing, in viewing the sideshows, and in shuddering with fright in the “chamber of horrors.” And what a terrible room that was! Skeletons, ghosts, slimy things to touch, rugged points to run against were there, and various other terrors which it makes one tremble even to remember. The mummy dance, given by Mary Reinhart, added materially to the profits of the evening. The last playlet, given towards the end of the evening, was an “Eskimo Tragedy,” the sad tale of two lovers, Eskimo and Eskimaid, who having “spooned” for six months under the Eskimoon, were killed by the villain, Eski-murderer, who was later eaten by the Eskipup, who died from eating zn Eski-bone. Many thanks are due the Sophomore Class who so willingly took it upon themselves to help us pay off an inherited debt. —Elizabeth Strong, ’21. SENIOR CLASS PARTY Class parties. What a world of recollections these words bring to the mind of every member of the Senior class! We will never forget the delightful thrills that accompanied the customary Hallowe’en progressive dinnerparty, nor the enjoyable lake parties at which the Seniors often were guests. We have also been entertained at several sleigh-rides during the past winter. Swimming, hiking, bicycling, and horseback riding,—each has played its part in Senior entertainment. So “Forszn et haec olim meminisse iuvabit.” SOPHOMORE PARTIES Many and various entertainments have been enjoyed by the different members of the Sophomore class this year, but in three of these every girl has participated. Pa in About the middle of October, the Senior class invited the Sophomores to go to a picnic at Elizabeth Strong’s home at Lake Minnetonka. When all the girls had finally arrived, everyone joined in a very exciting game of football. The game was played with enough enthusiasm to vie with the Harvard-Yale event. The star player was Mademoiselle Bagier, our chaperon, who entered into the sport with great zest, thus proving herself a true sportsman. Some of us risked breaking our necks by climbing onto the roof of the house; no casualties, however, resulted. When the call for lunch came, there was a great rush, and the entire party was occupied for some time with eating. Several trips to the station were made after luncheon, and then a few fearless mermaids braved the icy water of Minnetonka, while the other girls looked on with awe at their daring. Everybody was having a fine time, but, as often happens when one is enjoying a good time, it was growing late, and we had to start for home. The two automobiles were soon filled with tired but happy girls, who had had a wonderful day. Another good time which the Sophomores had, took place on February twenty-first. It was the event of Pauline Seidel’s Orpheum party. The members of the class met at Donaldson’s, and, after a most delicious luncheon at the tea room, we made our way to the Orpheum Theatre. Everyone enjoyed the performance, and afterwards we went to Ivey’s where “goos” and whips were indulged in to the heart’s content. All voted Pauline a perfect hostess. The other entertainment of the girls of the Tenth Form was the Sophomore Carnival on April eighth. This was certainly as much of an entertainment for us, as for those who attended it. It took a great deal of time to prepare for the event, but we were substantially rewarded. With the assistance of the Freshmen, the Carnival was a great success, and the Sophomores were glad to have been able to raise the money for paying off the 1920 Tatler debt. —Virginia Capron. ’22. A FRESHMEN-JUNIOR PARTY Although the Freshmen have had but one party to which all were invited. I think that one was nice enough to last through the entire year. The Junior class asked us all to go to Mr. Decker’s house, out at Lake Minnetonka, on Saturday morning, early in the fall. We took the ten o’clock train and arrived in Holdridge in about half an hour. For the rest of the morning, some of the girls, chaperoned by Miss Martinez, walked to Wayzata, while those remaining played in the hayloft. Seated on a huge log, we had luncheon at twelve o’clock, and you may well believe that we enjoyed it. The afternoon was occupied with playing “Run, sheep, run, and many other games. At about four-thirty the crowd began to break up, and I shall leave you to say whether we had a good time or not. —Margaret Williams. ’24. P� jr 112 Watch - me! Just - Jane The -Three-Qraces r? A-mod em-Porh’a 5eaiorit Welcome xez -H Qrace-and-her-C 1 i fford lahlAUahl Pujre 113 HUMOR Is this a zero which I see before me, Directed toward my mark? Go, get thee gone! I want thee not, yet I'll receive thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, merciless To me and my ambitions? Or art thou but The outcome of my hours of dire neglect. To which my fears now give objective form? I see thee yet, in form as rounded As that which compass draws. Thou marshallst me down to the “flunker’s seat.” And such an end I know I’m doomed to meet. —Elizabeth Strong. ’21. FRIDAY. EMANCIPATION DAY! When grandma was a girl in curls. She knew well how to walk; At close of school you’d think our girls Knew only how to talk. When transportation is secured. To Ivey’s they repair. And cannot from that place be lured Till they can eat nae mair”. The first one at the telephone Calls mother or her dad. For fear she might go home alone W'hich would be woefully sad. And having eaten all they can And talked their problems o’er. They find on movies there’s no ban; So to the movies pour. They ask their folks to send the car Or. if the car is out. They wish a taxi sent from far To carry them about. Of course this ‘‘film and sweetshop stuff But Fridays is allowed; On other days their fate is hard:— They can’t go with the crowd. —Elizabeth Poehler, ’23. I’njjc 114 PARODY ON MACBETH’S SOLILOQUY To bluff one’s work is nothing; But to safely bluff: our fears in examinations Stick deep; and in their penetrating questions Reigns that which would be feared; ’tis much they ask, And, though at the last minute we may cram our hardest. The Board doth mark our manifest deceit And flunk us flat. There is naught but that Whose being I do fear; and under this My bluffing is rebuked, and it is said I shall not go to college. My teachers chid me, When first they put the name of bluffer on me, And bade me buckle down; then teacher-like They hailed me shame unto the name of Northrop. Upon my head they placed a dunce’s cap, And put a zero in that ill-boding book so red, No happiness for me succeeding. If it be so. For mine own discomfort have I bluffed my teachers. For this all their attempts at teaching have I scorned. Rather than so,—come, work. I’ll master you And pass those vile examinations, though I die! —Theodora Melone, ’21. FRESHMEN Oh, Freshies, your troubles have just begun; This grinding year you’ll have no fun. SOPHOMORES Oh, Sophies, your first year is o’er; Now think, you have but just two more! JUNIORS Now there you go with nose in air, But a hard year’s ahead;—beware! beware! SENIORS August, mighty Seniors you are now; To your cap-and-gowned majesties, we all do bow. Emma Joslin, '23. Patrc US A GENERAL INFORMATION TEST I. II. III. IV. V. Who arc the following famous people: 1. Nogi 3. 2. Andy Gump 4. 5. Dodge Brothers Locate these places on the map: 1. Donaldson’s Tea Room 4. 2. Ivey’s 5. 3. The State 6. Gusta Wind Lizzie Ford Shubert The Senior Room The Sophomore Hill Give the meanings of the following abbreviations: F. H. B. T. L. S. O. P. L. L. M. T. (a) How long did the Hundred Years’ War last? (b) Where was the Battle of Hastings fought? (c) Between what two countries was the Spanish-American War fought? (d) Who discovered America? Translate the following Latin phrases or sentences: 1. Vcni sonis ni cemeat. 2. Vir boni an dum. 3. Heres ago. ANSWERS TO THE INFORMATION TEST I. (a) Nogi is a flourishing, young American gentleman, noted for his unusually tidy appearance and he is a well-known visitor at Northrop. (b) Andy Gump is a great American cartoonist. He was born in 1492 in New York. (c) Gusta Wind is a mysterious person, who may be in many parts of the world at the same time. She is noted for her changeable temper. (d) Miss Elizabeth Ford is the pride of the Ford factory. She was born in the most elaborate room in the factory. (e) The Dodge Brothers are Lizzie Ford’s first cousins. II. Donaldson’s Tea Room and Ivey’s are all-the-year round Friday or Saturday afternoon resorts for Northrop girls. It is rather hard to locate The State on the map, but I should judge that it is Minnesota. The Shubert is the place where Brother Bert gets his shoes. The Senior Room is a second heaven into which most of us poor mortals seldom get and from which some of us never graduate. The Sophomore Hill is a place of general wreckage. III. F. H. B. means Family Hold Back. T. L. is a thing much loved and much desired. S. O. P. is a famous Northrop password. L. L. means Lorraine Long or Long and lanky. M. T. means Mary Truesdell or empty. IV. I can not answer the fourth question. Oh! there goes the bell and I haven’t time to finish. Mary Truesdell. '23. Lorraine Long. ’23. 116 look- Pleasant Ploase Whati .happened t o • E m ma ? Do-yoa Know - P !5ehold foot! 3 fa q 2-Struck After, a. hard .da Paite 118 Senior Characteristics Name Nickname 1. Mary Anderson .. .“Andy” ... 2. Elizabeth Bovey ..‘‘Ebo’’ -- 3. Esther Bruce .... Gumpegg Chief Virtue Only Fault Pastime Her bangs .....Tripping some- Arguing for a one ............ Marmon Her shines ......Neatness .......Going to the Shubert ____ Telling ghost Her giggle .....Whispering to stories .......................... Mary....... Pet Expression Greatest Worry Ambition “How much do Shubert tickets..To be a beanpole you weigh now, Ginny? . Good cats” ....Same as Mary's.To be a jockey “Good night ...Her weight.......To be a mission- ary 4. Mildred Buffington. Milly “Old Application .........Drawing in class. Dancing......... Slicko” ......... Oh, Mildred”.. .To be a Pavlowa Man Jazz” ... 5. Mary Dibble .......“M. D.” Determination ..Stubbornness ... Excelsior movies. I dunno” ......Minnetonka To be a farmer- street cars ... ette 6. Virginia Dymond.. Virgc” Ginnie” Her lasting Inquisitiveness .. Fixing her hair.. Gosh all The ventilator ..To be a prima marcel ............................................. snakes”........................... donna 7. Elizabeth Gahre ..“Libby Beans”.. Disposition ________Being late to Falling down Well, well, old Her feet ..................To be a waitress school......... stairs top!” at Ivey’s 8. Elizabeth McLanc.“Lib” ..............Her devotion (?). Bluffing ..........Corresponding . Bazinkus The baskets she Everybody didn’t make ... knows! 9. Dorothy Mann ... Do” Mirandy”. Her posters ... . Beautiful Ohio”. Calling class “Oh, Boy ............The Senior Class. To finish school meetings ..... 10. Theodora Melone.. Teddy ...........Her baskets .... Not enough of Keeping Seniors The bell’s The color of Have S. G. A. her ........... quiet rung” her hair....... perfect 11. Betty Morrison ...“Bet” ...........Her vampire Her voice ----- eyes .......... 12. Genevieve Odell.. .“Gen ..........Eyelashes .......Watching the clock 13. Elizabeth Strong. . Strong”........Her pep and her Her desire for coiffure ....... long assign- ments 14. Julia Thorpe ..... Judy” ..........Good nature------Her cornet ... Getting A in I think that’s Her height ............To go on the Math .......... killing”........................... stage Making faces ... Oh, gosh!” .... Her marcel.........To be a beauty specialist Burning the mid- Honestly” .......The postman ...To be president night oil ..... Guarding ......... Big cow She hasn’t any..To be a musician Famous- Dtafaes a ■ . •Strayed • From Hocaajiiuia_ T he • Braid • Briqade OorTJG-Pi cho ni n ni eo •Mark La ad Waiting For • Wiaqs •Modern Fen man. P� Ke 11!) ✓ IF I WERE A SENIOR I. If I were a Senior, I know what I’d do:— I’d wear a lovely crimson tie. While the rest wore black and blue. II. If I were a Senior, I know what I’d do ;— I’d wear my hair in lofty style, With handsome ear-puffs, too. III. If I were a Senior, I know what I’d do:— I’d come to classes promptly, Whenever I was due. IV. If I were a Senior, I know what I’d do:— I’d have my name on the Honor Roll. Winning praises not a few. V. If I were a Senior, I know what I’d do:— I’d spend my time in the Senior Room While others felt quite blue. VI. If I were a Senior, I know what I’d do:— I’d keep from childish pastimes And have great plans in view. —Louise Belden, ’24. THE PERFECT JUNIOR Name Features Abilities F. Hallet .Figure Dancing E. Melone .................Erect Carriage ... Executive Powers P. McCarthy ............. Legs and Feet ...........Affability N. Haggard ..............- Brown Eyes .............Literary Ability A. L. Dayton Nose . Ability to Collect Money J. Velie ....Hair Loyalty E. Kingman .........- .... Mouth and Teeth — Alertness F. Goetzmann ........... Skin ............ Conversational Powers M. Wilcox ...............Complexion.............. Stick-to-it-iveness R. Cantillon Smile Logic S. Decker Brains Ability to Draw M. Schermerhorn .........Disposition ....... Reliability P. Bleecker .............Voice ____________________—Agility 120 Pwre 121 • • FORGET-ME-NUTS FROM THE X FORM Virginia Capron: Whenever you couldn’t feel any bummer. Think of “Winter” and her much loved “Summer . Caroline Crosby: As long as it’s easy to roll off a log, Think of our “Cal” and Nogi, her dog. Mildred Danaher. Whenever you have to shout to be heard. Think of “Mildred”, who ne’er said a word. Margaret Dickinson. If ever you should slip and fall, Think of our “Mamie” and basketball. Emma Joslin: Whenever you see the sun in the East, Think of “Josh”, who did love to feast. Lorraine Long: Whenever you feel like singing a song. Think of “Lorraine” and the short and the Long”. Alice Griffin: Whenever you think enough has been said. Think of “Alice”, our happy “Red-head.” Roberta Gage: Whenever you begin to talk. Think of “Robbie”, who hated to walk. Elizabeth Poehler: Whenever in the lake you're floating. Think of Liz”, who loves ice-boating. Mary Reinhart: If ever you repeat a rumor. Watch out for “Mary” and her sense of humor. Pajre 122 Pauline Seidel: As long as days are bright and fair. Think of our “Pone” with her bobbed hair. Mary Stevenson: Whenever you’re late for the morning gong. Think of “Steve” and her legs so long. Mary Truesdcll: When work feels heavy like a yoke. Think of “Mary” and her old-time joke. K-te Welles: If you should ever have to wait, Think of “Kate”, who forever came late. Helen Young: Whenever you get any dust in your eyes. Think of “Helen” and how often she “dies”. All: Whenever you see some pretty young lass. Think of your friends, Northrop’s Sophomore Class. ALL BEFORE EIGHT-THIRTY I got up early at seven-thirty, Washed my face, (it was very dirty), Brushed my teeth, and combed my hair. Ate my breakfast of only a pear. Looked at my watch,—a quarter past eight!— And was frightened to death that I’d be late; Put on my coat, pulled down my tarn. Ran out of the door and gave it a slam. Rushed down the street, slid down the hill. Landed at bottom with a terrible spill, Ran into the school and heard the third bell. Went to the office, and knew—oh, well,— There are some things in life better left untold, But they’ll all be forgotten ere we grow old. —Roberta Gage, '23. Pago 123 THE SOPHOMORE HILL INTRODUCTION Won’t you come and slide with me down the Sophomore Hill? The only dreadful danger is, that one may have a spill. You have your choice of vehicles,—pie tins, school books, or sleds,— But some perhaps have none of these and may prefer their heads. I. III. Pull in your coat! Pick up your feet! Look out there down below— Some one has pushed us from behind And now we start to go. II. We go a-skidding down the hill; A wild shriek from us all; The girl in front sticks out her foot. And just escapes the wall. The turn is reached, a whirl or two,— We close our eyes for fear,— And as the turn is safely made, From each throat comes a cheer. IV. But here’s a bump! Now hang on tight! We fly ten feet in air. Then, as we land, we thank our stars, And breathe a silent prayer. CONCLUSION You may break all your arms and legs, You may feel oh, so ill! But still I ’m sure, again you’ll go A-sliding down our hill. —Pauline Seidel. ’23. Mr. Ivey, a maker of candy. Says, “My business surely is dandy, Northrop girls are the crowd. For when they’re allowed They spend, and their trade comes in handy.” —Pauline Seidel, ’23. EIGHTH FORM LIMERICKS Miss Keel is teaching us writing And for the arm movement we’re fighting. But will we succeed? I don’t know, indeed, Though we hope that success we are sighting. —Doris Douglas. The sport of the season is hiking. For the honors are much to our liking. Earn two feet or more;— It won’t make you sore. And the arm bands you’ll find are quite striking. —Betty Goodell. One of our pastimes is captain ball. And though we sometimes take a fall. We’re trying our best, Going in with a zest To become the best Freshmen of all. —Alice Nash. Pajre 124 ’TIS A SAD LIFE There! Northrop Girl, don’t cry, You’ve joined the “League”, I know, And movie-plays” And dancing-days Are pleasures of long ago. But sometime the “pledge” must surely pass by, There! Northrop Girl, don’t cry. There! Northrop Girl, don’t cry, They’ve ruined your life, I know. For that “Chocolate Goo”, And Sundaes, too, Are joys of long ago. But High School days will soon pass by, There! Northrop Girl, don’t cry. There! Northrop Girl, don’t cry, Life is topsy-turvy, I know. And your youthful schemes And hilarious dreams Are mistakes of long ago. But COLLEGE holds all for which you sigh, So, there! Northrop Girl, don’t cry. —Ruth Cantillon. ’22. (With humblest apologies to James Whitcomb Riley) A PARODY “As You Like It.” Blow, blow, thou winter wind! Thou are not so unkind As College Board Exams. Thou dost not seek to shatter Our hopes, as do the latter, Despite our dreadful crams. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky! Thou dost not bite so nigh With thy stern zero mark. Whoever has the knowledge Required to enter college, Must hero be or shark. —Theodora Melone. 21. ONE LITTLE FRESHMAN AND I (A Parody) Up and down the hall we flit, One little Freshman and I, As slowly we gather, bit by bit. The garnered knowledge,—teachers sigh. The seniors strive in vain for it, Sophomores rave—and hurry by; We gain this knowledge as we flit. One little Freshman and I. And while we are so thoughtless all. We see the Seventh Formers fly, And pass us as we cross the hall. One little Freshman and I. We watch them as they skim along, Uttering their sad and mournful cry:— “Oh, all my ’rithmetic was wrong— “And my spelling test—oh, my!” But we’ve no thought of any wrong; We scan them with a fearless eye; Staunch friends are we, well tried and strong,— One little Freshman and I. —Helen Thorp, ’24. Page 125 FAMOUS SAYINGS—DO Look it up! That worked fine before you girls arrived. On the whole----- I took this bodily out of the book. Don’t worry, girls. Miss Carse will see you in a minute. Come, come, my friends. Please omit those crush-like glances. Let’s get to work now, girls! Now, the lower school----- Don’t forget your chairs. Now. girls, I don’t care what people think of me. I’ll never get you prepared. And then Caesar rushed bravely forth. Fire away! Go to the bitter end. Foiled again! Now. my friends, the bell has rung, so let’s have it quiet. YOU RECOGNIZE THEM? Do I hear a translation forthcoming? Keep off the lawn, if you want a nice-looking school. Now, girls, do I drive that point home? What girl didn’t hand in her idioms? ‘A word to the wise Use your head; it won’t hurt it. You might as well give up the ghost. 33y3% off! Now, honey, if you don’t understand, just say so. Maybe I didn’t get the dickens! Did you ever see such an exam? That was an easy exam. Who swiped my middy? When will that bell ring? Where’s that bazinkus? I’ll give a warning to the first one that speaks. I wish today was Friday. SOME RECENT DISCOVERIES BY NORTHROP GIRLS (From Examinations and Themes) A dying bed. Embracing air. Waisted minutes. A train-nurse. Antipathes and simolees. An island taking up the study of bugs. A cup running down the street. An acquiline nose journeying to California. A flute peeping through the key-hole. Caesar drew up the triple line of his veterinary legions. Rivers flew from the crest of the mountain. Macbeth sold his most precious possession, his sole, to the devil. Johnson wrote “Rasselas” to defray the funeral charges of his mother. Hallucination is a form called up by a deceased mind. Then he withdrew from the honorable room. She placed her brow on his knee. The horse went to sleep on his haunches. Smith lost twenty feet in the race. Page 126 F—rank R—ash E—ager S—imple H—appy M—odest A—pt N—aive “WHENEVER” (With Apologies to Stevenson) Whenever the days are fair and long, Whenever the weeks seem slow. That means vacation will come along, As it came a year ago. And, when it comes, we’re all so glad. We jump around and act like mad. And when the days grow short again, And when the nights come fast, And when it always looks like rain, It means vacation’s end at last; And we must all return once more In search of our forgotten lore. —Helen Thorp, '24. AS OTHER CLASSES SEE US S—ophisticated O—rderly P—ersevering H—andy O—bliging M—ilitant O—verbearing R—eady E—xecutive J—ust U—nselfish N—otable I—rrepressible O—bdurate R—eliable S—ightly E—nterprising N—oisy I—rresistible O—bstinate R—emarkable A RIDDLE Note: Since the directions, north, south, east and west are defined with reference to the north pole on the earth, they do not apply off the earth in space. We are directions, but not north, south, east, nor west; not forward nor back, not up nor down, not sideways nor to and fro. We tell the ways in which heavenly bodies whirl through space. What directions are we? Answer—Clockwise and counter-clockwise. —Marion Hume, Form VII. And then she joined the Northrop League Pazc- 127 ACROSTICS F stands for Freshmen, 36 strong. R for restraint which we often think wrong. E is for energy always on hand. S for our sportsmanship, not matched in the land. H stands for honor that never shall fail. M means the merit we place in the scale. E is efficiency which we all try to show. N is for nonsense which never seems to go. —Helen Young. ’23. S ophomore girls are girls of fame, O f fun and frolic, too; P attcrns for the Freshman class, H elping old and new. O f the classes in our school, M any of them, too, O urs is known for zeal and zest. R ight on the spot to meet the test, E veryone is on the dot. S hould you think this boasting? Surely not!!! —Priscilla Morse, ’24. OUR FREE PERIOD Monday—we have Chapel. Tuesday—we have Student Government Meeting. Wednesday—we have Chapel. Thursday—we have Chorus. Friday—we have Chapel. We are recommended to go out to get the fresh air and may do what we wish with the rest of the time in our free” period. —Elizabeth Bovey, '21. Contra t 1 1 n § LJiuLL H � gr « +0 H J 1 f To Th L« !� u« - i. P.ijw tzs Al I • tired -out So • sad and-so-lonely At-an-Alpine roost 3ee, see! Anita I Pimples Oar-quad raped r-omiie that- doesrif wear, off •- -C • i' Pago 129 A FEW REASONS WHY TEACHERS GO CRAZY “Will you please explain that again?” I haven’t got my lesson today because—etc.” “I don’t understand that: (When pupil has not paid attention.)” ‘‘I just couldn’t do it.” Did I pass?” Did I do well?” Oh, I knew that, but I didn’t know that’s what you wanted.” Oh dear! I know it. but I don’t know how to express it.” Oh, can’t you tell me my mark?” (Teachers are expected to know all grades by heart, so that they can give them off-hand, without their record books.) “What’s my record so far for this month?” I said that (When something else had been said).’’ I wanted to say that, but I didn’t get a chance.” O. I don’t know.” I don’t understand the question.” A FEW REASONS WHY PUPILS GO CRAZY We can’t have a Tatler this year, if you don’t hand in more contributions.” “Look it up in the dictionary.” Come to me the seventh period.” Come in and copy this during the sixth period.” Only one at a time in the telephone booth.” Why aren’t you outside this noon?” Girls! The first bell has rung.” Ssh! The lower school is conducting classes.” Appear before the executive board at its next meeting.” Your lesson for over the holidays (?) is—etc.” The holidays are a good chance for you to catch up with your work.” No, girls, you can’t have any more. There might not be enough for the second lunch.” There won’t be any school games this year.” Be in your places promptly at 8:30 following the holidays.” This is all for your good.” Bring class dues tomorrow.” “The periods have been lengthened seven minutes this year.” Pun 130 —Elizabeth Bovey, 21. —Elizabeth Gahre, ’21. S % JACK AND JILL Jack and Jill went up the hill, The big steep hill to knowledge. Jack fell down and broke his crown And Jill went on to college. (Jill is a member of Northrop) HUMPTY DUMPTY Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall; Humpty Dumpty had a great fall: All the fine teachers and all of his crams Couldn’t put Humpty through college exams. Ans. An occasional Northrop pupil. MARY, MARY Mary, Mary, quite contrary. How do your lessons go? We have loads of exams, and in spite of our crams, Our marks run exceedingly low. (Mary is no girl at Northrop) LITTLE JACK HORNER Little Jack Horner sat in a corner Reading his Fraser and Squair. He went into French and passed his exam. And said, “What a good boy I am.” (Little Jack Horner never went to Northrop) BYE BABY BUNTING Bye Baby Bunting, Your daddy’s gone a’ hunting To find the finest school for you; He’ll surely pick out Northrop, too. HARK!HARK! Hark! Hark! the dogs do bark; Our students have come to town, Not in rags and not in tags, Nor yet in silken gown, But in neat uniforms so blue. Belonging to the Northrop crew. HEY, DIDDLE, DIDDLE. Hey, diddle, diddle, our end is a riddle. But we’re aiming as high as the moon; And though some may laugh and others may doubt. We hope to see college quite soon. —Betty Morrison. ’21, —Virginia Dymond, ’21, —Elizabeth McLane, ’21. Page 131 Pa«c 132 l'� BO 133 E. M. (In the History Class): The perioeci were the livers around the town. E. Bruce: All I ate this morning was some breakfast food, and I came to school on that. Mile. Bagier: Yes, girls there are witches still, but now they are called vzmps. V. Capron (In a French class): What does “chaud-froid” mean? A thermos bottle? M. S. (In Latin): Archias was illegible for citizenship in Rome because he had fulfilled the law. Julia Thorpe: (Translating in French) “Get up; it is time to go to sleep!” Miss S. (To a mixed gym class of Juniors. Sophomores, and Seniors): Am I going to have this mess every day? Miss B.: You will not be able to get your feet till next week. Mile. Bagier: All fruits are feminine except lemons, which are masculine. Julia Thorpe (Translating in French): He took his head from the pil- low, but his eyes still remained there. M. Anderson: We saw the car; nothing was left of it. Miss Sadley: Well, we’ll go to the board this morning with page 196. E. Strong (In a League meeting) : The motion is on the floor. Mrs. Menger, as the girls were forming their line to go up to chapel: Girls, are you all doubled up? Miss Sadley: The thing to do is to do what it says. Virge: But sometimes you can't hear what it says. Miss S: Then tune your ear so you can. Teacher: Translate the following, “Non, dit le porte-clef; vous etes cause que j’ai casse votre assiette”. Translated by pupil as follows: “No,” said the door-key, “you have been the cause that I have cast your plate.” Lib McLane (Trying to translate Latin) And so ah----------- Speak loud- er, Virge! Mrs. Menger: Never mind, Virginia, I can hear you very well already. Mrs. Schimmele: The water in the lake is soft. E. B.: I’ll say it is. I sink right in. Page l.U Crippled ‘beqqar.3 eahniGa Flowers nee4 -aod-bwl Page 135 Miss Herrick: Margaret, do it on your own hook. Margaret Schermerhorn: This is where my hook ends. V. D.: The horse I rode was called Home Brew. Mrs. Menger: Why? Because it had a kick in it? V. D.: No! Because it foamed at the mouth. E. M.: The respondents were figures put in the tombs of the Egyptians to answer his every need. They haven’t any feet so they can’t run away. V. Dymond: How can they answer if they haven’t any feet? E. G.: (Singing “Yield not to Temptation.”) E. B.: I bet you don’t know in what book of the Bible that is. E. G.: I do. too. It’s in the Hymn Book. Mrs. M.: Have we anything left of Sappho? Mildred B. (doubtfully): Just a few precious verses. Miss Fick: Are you sure Jane Confer is absent? Ruth H.: Yes, because I took her down on the absent slip! Teacher: Cicero was a friend of Caesar. R.: Isn’t he any more? Teacher (To small girl doing arithmetic): Write three and a quarter. Girl puts down 3 1 15. Teacher: Is a quarter 15? Girl: Well, isn’t three fifteen a quarter after three? Miss B.: In what kind of mood was Irving when he wrote “Westmin- ster Abbey?” G. V.: In the Indicative Mood. Mile. Bagier (Explaining a phrase in French): “Le feu de ciel” means “genius” or the “spark of intelligence”. Lucy W.: Mademoiselle, I haven’t got that, have I? E. Melone: Why, that boy smiled at me and I never saw him before. Ruth C.: That’s nothing. I laugh every time I see you. Miss Buchanan (In the English class): What person is “it”? Student: Fifth. Miss Buchanan: Explain. Student: I, you, he, she or it. Pater no NUTS AND CHESTNUTS V. D.: When is a belt not a belt? E. B.: When it’s a trunk strap. Student: When is a girl not a girl? Answer: When she’s a pitcher. D. M.: Why is this ice cream like dough? E. B.: Because you knead it. Teacher: What would a Ford in a river be? Bright Student: It would be wet. Two Scotties took a trip south of the Tweed and went to a service in an English church for the first time. During the sermon one opened a prayer book and read collect, collect, collect on almost every page. He turned to his friend and said: “Archie, let’s leave the first chance we get or we mauna ha’ a bawbee left to get home with.” He: I want to do something big and clean before I die. She: Why don’t you wash an elephant? She: Did your watch stop when it hit the floor? He: Did you expect it to go through? He: Do you care if I smoke? She: No, I don’t care if you burn. WHEN A FELLOW NEEDS A FRIEND But the Tatler of 1921 never was in need:—it found so many friends. Patte 137 AFTER SCHOOL (With Apologies to Gray) The school bell tolls the knell of parting day; The tired girls wind slowly up the hill; The teachers homeward wend their weary way, And leave the school so peaceful, dark and still. —Helen Thorp, ’24. P K« 138 A List of the Advertisers ♦ ♦ Hennepin Hardware Co. Kayser Co. Gust Johnson Tire Co. Reno Motor Co. Meyer Cleaner Dyer. First National Bank. Central Lumber Co. A. C. Templeton, Inc. Conklin-Zonne-Loomis Co. Midland National Bank. John S. Bradstrcet Co. Commission Shop. Gateway State Bank. Luse Land Development Co. E. J. McFarland. R. A. Latham. John W. Thomas Co. W. E. Capron. Washburn-Crosby Co. L. S. Donaldson Co. Wells-Dickey Co. The Journal. Wiggin-Mattison. Russell-Millcr Milling Co. Northwestern National Bank. The Dayton Co. The Young-Quinlan Co. Gross Bros. Bardwell-Rob nson Co. Powers Mercantile Co. T. V. Moreau Co. G. H. Lugsdin Co. Northwestern Fire Insurance Co. Moore-Terwilliger. The State Institution for Savings. Swanson's. R. G. Winter Co. The Beard Art Galleries. The Graham Co. J. R. Kingman. The John Leslie Paper Co. Security Warehouse Co. D. M. Gilmore Co. The McCaull-Dinsmore Co. American Linen Co. Murray Coal Co. S. E. Johnson Co. Ball Pharmacy Co. Osborne-McMillan Co. Burch Pharmacy Co. Roberts-Hamilton Co. Hennepin County Savings Bank. Hood Murphy Co. Mclone-Bovey Lumber Co. Atlantic Elevator Co. Winnifred Schureman. Paine-Webbcr Co. Home Trade Shoe Store. Nelson Mfg. Co. Thorpe Bros. The Ivey Co. J. B. Schermerhorn. H. F. Baker. J. B. Hudson Co. Pike Cook Co. Wm. A. French Co. C. W. Davies. Hennepin Laundry Co. Chas. E. Lewis Co. City Fuel Co. Zesbaugh. Morris Morse. E. Mazey. Boutell Bros. Plymouth Clothing Co. C. D. Velie. Winton Lumber Co. Home Economy Stores. Weld Sons. Miss Nicholas. Berglund Fur Co. Belden-Cantillon. Bureau of Engraving. Juvenile Shop. R. G. Winter. F. H. Carpenter. 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COMPLIMENTS OF A FRIEND COMPLIMENTS OF 822 HENNEPIN AVENUE WALL PAPER (We know how) Patrr 152 ATLANTIC ELEVATOR CO. GEO. C. BAGLEY ELEVATOR CO. ROYAL ELEVATOR CO. KELLOGG COMMISSION CO. GRAIN MINNEAPOLIS DULUTH Osborne-McMillan Elevator Co. WHOLESALE GRAIN DEALERS 604 Chamber of Commerce Minneapolis, Minn. JOHN DEERE PLOWS AND FARM MACHINERY Deere Webber Co. 8th to 9th Aves. North on Washington MINNEAPOLIS Pago 153 p'HESE pieces from our Exeter breakfast room suite convey only a hint of the charm which French cabinet-made furniture contributes to the home interior at moderate expense. ttl'V FROM THE MAKER WM. A. FRENCH COMPANY Fine Furniture. Interior Decoration EIGHTH OFF MARQUETTE MINNEAPOLIS. MINNESOTA LORIN HORD GEO. E. MURPHY HOME LIFE INSURANCE COMPANY OF NEW YORK HORD MURPHY. General Agent MOORE TERWILLIGER Complimentary Page 154 WINTER’S WELD SONS DIAMONDS 620 Nicollet Ave. Diamonds of “Winter Quality” give permanent satisfaction b:cause they are permanently beautiful and permanently valuable. Our helpful service and suggestions are at the command of those who desire help or advice and will be cheerfully given. Fraternity Pins, College Stationery, Dance Programs R. G. Winter Co. JEWELERS 608 Nicollet Avenue ENGRAVERS OF WEDDING AXD SOCIETY ST A TIONER V Compliments of HOME ECONOMY F. H. Carpenter STORES Lumber Co. Minneapolis, Minn. Pxu:o 155 VISIT US whenever you have occasion to use FLOWERS The best quality can be found at Swansons, Inc. 912 Nicollet Ave. HEATING. PLUMBING and ELECTRICAL SUPPLIES STORM-KING Standard BOILERS and FURNACES FIXTURES Rqberts-Hamilton Company PlUMOlMO HCATINO — ClKCTMCAk MINNEAPOUS FURNISHING HOMES FOR FORTY-EIGHT YEARS has built up a wonderful business for Boutell Brothers on Marquette at Fifth Street — because in all that time they have sold “Quality Furniture” built to last and give the purchaser the best possible values. Right now as never before — Boutell Brothers are better equipped than ever to furnish your home. Come in and see for yourself. LIBERAL TERMS CHAS. E. LEWIS COMPANY COMPLIMENTARY Pa e 156 Smart Dresses at Little Prices in our New £Moderately Priced Dress Section The aim of this department is to offer dresses of the very latest modes at prices so moderate as to be within the reach of every pocketbook. Every model in this section is new, and embraces the styles, colors and materials sponsored by Fashion. 25 35 45 55 We very cordially invite your inspection. John IV. Thomas Company Compliments of a Friend Page 157 Marmon Speedster FAST AND POWERFUL 4575.22 Delivered Minneapolis Reno Motor Company DISTRIBUTORS HENNEPIN AT TWELFTH ST. MINNEAPOLIS MAIN 6816 T fc« 158 Ice Cream, Ices, Sherbets, French Pastry, Del icatessen CATERING FOR ALL OCCASIONS 2441 Hennepin Avenue Telephone Kenwood 0297 KOPPERS COKE THE ( LEAS FUEL We sell only the best grades of anthracite and bituminous coal. May we serve you? MURRAY COAL CO. 110 South Seventh St. GENEVA 5663 £ allowance rJ' HOSE little personal items — pay them by check so that you may keep accurate account of your allowance. Your check stubs will show you where the money goes and you will always know just “how much is left.” Now is a good time to put your allowance on a systematic basis. Open your account in our Women s ‘Depa rtwent ‘The Northwestern National Bank 411 Marquette Avenue Pace 159 APeyfectLoaf Reflects aPefectFlour Behind every effect is a cause. Back of every perfect achievement is a reason. In the perfect loaf of bread the economical and the efficient can sec the flour of perfect whiteness, fineness and absorption-the flour that stands every test always-GOLD MEDAL FLOUR P«K - 160 Phone Main 1112 MISS C. NICHOLAS MANICURING : SHAMPOOING : SCALP TREATMENTS : WATER WAVE Permanent Hair Waving 212 Phelps Building MINNEAPOLIS SUGGESTIONS IN JEWELRY THINGS THAT WILL DELIGHT THE HEART OF THE GIRL GRADUATE -GIFTS THAT LAST” Bar Fin La I’ullieres Hi ttys IIVmI ll’atchf Brooches Lingerie Clasp FearI Heads Bracelet Darin Baxes Canity Baxes Fhato Frames WHITE MacNAUGHT JEWELERS 506 NICOLLET AVENUE LATHAM FLOWERS 99 South Tenth Street Minneapolis - Minnesota The State Institution for Savings pays 4lA% interest compounded quarterly. Get one of our Home Banks and start an Account Today. 517 MARQUETTE AVENUE P Kc 161 COMPLIMENTS -of- Winton Lumber Company MANUFACTURERS OF GENUINE WHITE PINE 954 Security Bldg. Minneapolis, Minn. A Residence Burglary and Theft Policy covering on the contents of your home is much better protection than a hired watchman. IT PAYS. MORRIS, MORSE PARK, Gen’l Agents 400 Andrus Bldg., Minneapolis S. V. MORRIS WM. D. MORSE CHAS. R. PARK Many students from the Northrop School have found our work Superior — in — DRY ('LEAS'I SC.— II AT BLOCKIXG Drtut in Drt cd-U ) Clothe HENNEPIN LAUNDRY CO. N. W. Atlantic 8470 731-733 HENNEPIN I’w 162 Security Warehouse Company 334 North First Street Merchandise Storage and Distribution COMPLIMENTS OF A FRIEND Thorpe Bros. REAL ESTATE AND INSURANCE 206 Andrus Building rater 163 Compliments of BALL PHARMACY 1942 HENNEPIN AVE. “ H here Everybody (iocs'' Atlantic 0530 GREENHOUSES: Mazey “ The Society Florist Atlantic 0531 Ewing and W. Lake St. Second Avenue at Dykewater 2774 Eighth St. G. H. LUGSDIN COMPANY 815 Nicollet Avenue dManufacturing Furriers Cloth Coats and Wraps Cold Dry Air Storage VAULTS ON PREMISES GROSS CLEANSING SERVICE is a guarantee of skilled handling required by delicate fabrics of which Woman’s and Misses garments are fashioned. You can entrust your garments to us for perfect Gross Cleansing. GROSS BROTHERS 86-90 So. 10th St. CLEANERS DYERS LALNDERERS p� xr 164 % Compliments of oA FRIEND Page 165 Melone-Bovey Lumber Company MAIN OFFICE AND YARD—13th Avenue S. and 4th Street PILLSBURY YARD Pillsbury Avenue and Lake Street COLUMBUS YARD Columbus Ave. and Lake St. FRANKLIN YARD 1724 E. Franklin Ave. MAIN OFFICE PHONES MAIN 270 and T.S. 34631 Everything in Millwork GATEWAY STATE BANK COM RUM EXT ARY TREAT YOUR EYES KIXDLY T. V. MOREAU CO. or THI L SPE(7.1 USTS 616 NICOLLET AVENUE Maher of (rood Spectacles and Eyeglasses KODAKS nul Sl’PPUES I'aue 166 PIKE COOK COMPANY General Contractors EXTERIOR PAINTING : INTERIOR DECORATING JOBBING Telephone Main 1614 Established 1873 BARDWELL-ROBINSON CO. — Manufacturers of — Sash Doors and Mouldings Hardwood Interior Finish a Specialty MINNEAPOLIS - - MINNESOTA THE BEST GRADES OF FUEL (i,ty Fuel. (pMP.wr ARCH. COLEMAN. President Mcknight building P� Se 167 COMPLIMENTS OF Powers Mercantile Company MINNEAPOLIS Pukc 168 Compliments of GA FRIEND Pa«c 169 AMERICAN LINEN COMPANY 909-915 LA SALLE AVENUE CLEANLINESS PAYS CASH THE D. M. GILMORE COMPANY 513-17 THIRD AVENUE SOUTH Wholesale PLUMBING AND HEATING MATERIAL For Quality and Service specify GILMORE Material Compliments S. E. Johnson Co. 1722 Hennepin Avenue Successful Children’s Portraits To Show You Is To Shoe You HOME TRADE SHOE STORE INC. 219-223 NICOLLET Established 1894 Edmund C. Bates. Pres. Pair 1 0 Pictures FOR HOME AND SCHOOL ■ U hr Srarii Art B (galU'rirs 926 Nicollet Ave. COMPLIMENTS OF A FRIEND CENTRAL WIGGIN LUMBER MATTISON CO. GROCERS 2403 NICOLLET J umber Pm 171 ♦ Tkg Y@umg QranfilaHa Co. o 513-517 Nicollet Avenue Th'OR years, The Young-Quinlan Company has made a specialty of the apparel young girls like to wear— the smart things shown in Paris, London and New York. Springtime and Summer are particularly filled with events which require comfortable attire that is both modish and original. Awaiting your pleasure are: Walking Suits Swinging tennis costumes Gay Sweaters for the Links School and dress frocks Individually jaunty hats Fashionable fur pieces Accessories that give character from crown to fingertips. ♦ COMPLIMENTS OF A FRIEND Nelson Durable Beautiful ROOFS Fire-resisting Economical Slate Surfaced NORTHROP GIRLS We invite you to visit our ATHLETIC DEPARTMENT for Golf and Tennis Goods, Bathing Suits and Caps, Canoe Paddles. HENNEPIN HARDWARE COMPANY BSSMKErMS: The (“YALE ) Store Paine. Hfebher $c (Cn. ESTABLISHED 1880 INVESTMENT SECURITIES Member New York Stock Exchange Minneapolis, McKnight Building ST. PAUL BOSTON DULUTH Page 17.1 The Place of the Newspaper in American Life LOOKING out over this country of ours, the observer is impressed with what James Bryce called “the pleasant uniformity of American life.” Here, amid a multitude of opportunities, purposes and interests, obtains a striking unity of ideals, customs and thought. This is not a hundred million individuals, but a nation on the march toward its destiny. Free-willed and self-reliant, we are, under Heaven, the architects of our own success. We know no Government apart from our own standards of right, and truth, and justice. No other shoulders may bear the burden of our trials and failures. The limits of our fortune are imposed only by our own ambitions and capacities. VALUABLE among the institutions raised by us as a free people to assist our progress and to guard our liberties, is the newspaper. Though its daily arrival at the door be greeted with no spoken welcome, and its place in the family circle taken with no more ceremony than attends the lighting of the evening lamp, the newspaper is yet the bond of our interest in one another, and the basis for our common thought and action. It is the chronicle of our average day. The news it brings is neither unmixed blessing nor alloyed woe. Journal of life as it is, its democracy links king and hostler, the White House and the laborer’s home. The visionary’s Utopia and the pessimist’s Despond are equally tempered with its leaven of good sense and homely humor. And on the fund of information transmitted by this quick, sensitive medium of the newspaper, we build that puissant influence which we term public opinion—the strongest force in our national life. If this opinion be ill-informed, misguided, blinded by devotion to special interest of mass or class, it is inestimably potent for harm. But if enlightened, accurate, clear-eyed in its vision of the country’s good, it may be trusted to cherish justice, further progress, and punish wrong. HAT we do. then, and how well we do it comes back to the ability and integrity of the newspaper. In its loyalty to the news of the day, in its fearless and impartial treatment of that news, the newspaper finds the measure of its usefulness to home and country. To publish such news, to publish it quickly and wholly—to publish it truthfully because it is the stuff of which public opinion is built—has been the only news policy THE MINNEAPOLIS JOURNAL has known in 42 years of devotion to the institutions and the people of the American Northwest. THE MINNEAPOLIS JOURNAL The Northwest’s Greatest Newspaper 1’ajje 17 V A UTQ j Rd PUS Pane 175 '