Northrop Collegiate School - Tatler Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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A Naxcv Mount Stxvknkon '.4 perfect woman, nobly planned. To warn, to comfort, to command CLASS HISTORY SIIIVEK ran down my hock a tile last chords of the Ivy Song were played. It was actually a reality—our dream had come true for we were at Inst garbed in those precious white robes for which we had been striving for four years. Memories of these years rushed over me. How burdened we wi re with our importance in living Freshmen; Seniors seemed very old and distant. Suddenly we slipped from cock robins to conscientious Sophomores. By this time rumors were heard of a financial problem that we, a« Juniors, must meet. Immediately we began to save all our pennies in order to startle tile Faculty and the Seniors of 1025 with a luxurious Junior-Senior ball. So our Sophomore year closed with many peeks Into the class treasury. Dancing, fortune telling, freaks, ami so on, came to our rescue in preparation for the .1. S. Wr Juniors, ns financiers, staged a Junior carnivnl ami it was successful. May the twenty-ninth, in the year of our I.ord, one thousand-nine hundred and twentv-fivc, was the red letter day of our Junior year. Our hopes, not our fears, were realized. (Jayly we danced to Tea for Two in the green and white decked ballroom (alias the dining room) and promenaded in a garden in Japan, otherwise the roof garden sadlv ah, yes the music hesitated and then ceased—as we unitedly sighed, perlftips with relief, perhaps with weariness. Who knows? Our Herculean task had passed, ami our eyes were turned to the magnetic red ties. Honored beyond recognition we were the first to abide iii the new Senior room, south-west parallel room •! , on tin third floor. June quickly slipped near and we fixed our hope and ambitions on the now approaching goal, graduation. Thirteen

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0I9Z6 NORTHROP THE CL In nineteen hundred nnd fifty-six The year of our I.ord, A. I)., I sat me down, nnd put my specs on. An epistlr of length to see. And that you tuny understand this better. I'll herewith disclose the news of the lettrr: Dear Mike. the writer began, you know I'm feeling that life is far from slow. Ah Mary B. Katon, instructor in war. My military academy's not such » bore; Between drills, and luncheon, nnd chapel, it seems this life is not all that it was in my dreams. 'And Nance, instead of tearhing the boys how to ride. Prefers to smuggle them fowl, and candy Inside. By the way, did you know that Virge I.etfingwell Has given up art and horses as well? She's opened a school, the dear old scamp. To teach all the young ladies the best ways to vamp. w TATLER19Z6B SS PROPHECY The other «Iny, n« I drove in rny hack, I passed a familiar figure in black; Twn» irresponsible Lydia. our giggler so jolly, (tone into seclusion to Atone for post folly. She lives all alone, without any noise. Without any jaxx, and without any boys! She told uie with horror and pain in her ga r That Bee had turned actress, in movies (not plays) And that very same week wa» playing down town With l(. Valentino in the 'Countess’s Frown.’ “I didn't tell Lydia, but I thought 'twould hr great To go to Bee’s movie and see how she'd rate. So I left Lyd and started, and the first thing I met. Or rather bumped into, was a fair suffragette, Covered with signs 'K. Baker for Mayor'. So many there hardly was room To see our progressive young democrat Hume' Yes, 'twas none other than Marion, our businesslike girl; She's adopted the slogan of 'Death to the curl! And she’s canvassing the city, with a terrible row, To get votes for Ely, who's in politic now. yuurtttn