Northrop Collegiate School - Tatler Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

Text from Pages 1 - 106 of the 1927 volume:

miNNcAPOUS PUOLIC LlOCiAttV • k - Ztf MHC ATSfln a-7U 1 •• • .3 - 2J 7 l - -� � ' (f-A e-Ax i HERE is another body besides the actual student group, which represents while it inspires the true Northrop spirit. It is this body which kindles the student enthusiasm, and sets the goal for which we strive. We girls at Northrop feel that wc are fortunate, above all, in our faculty members. Patient, wise, and just, they have many times smoothed our rocky road and set our feet towards attainment. Here’s to them, our confidantes and friends. We wish them, every one, years of ample reward for their endeavour. Proud, indeed, are we, that it is to our Northrop Faculty that we dedicate this 1927 TATLER. Pai e Fkv I T H E. Z 7 T A T L E PI j| is with heavy hearts that we see the days hurry by toward that day of days for the Seniors, when they must bid goodbye to us all and seek new worlds to conquer. As they step through these doors for the last time, may they carry with them fond memories of their lives and associations here, and may they always keep a place in their hearts for us, their friends and schoolmates. ri ? The best of our good wishes go with them. May they make as much of a name for themselves out in the big world as they have made here in our little world, where their numerous fine qualities have made them loved and honored by us all. The best of good fortune and good luck to you always Class of 1927. THE JUNIORS Page Six «§3) l|-TMEl l� 2 7a JL BARBARA BAILEY “Friend . Romarn. Countrymen, It mi me your fan.” President of The Senior Clast JANET MORISON Smooth runs the miter uhrre the brook is deep “ President of The Northrop l.mgue Bubs ought to l c truly ‘“Norlhropic” by this time as she has been here since the very earlv grades. We can't remember when she wasn't termed one of the mainstays of the school, and we will certainly testify to her ability. She has demonstrated on all occasions her level-headed-ness and her power as an athlete. Bubs has closed her career by holding the office of President of the Senior class, which position, though difficult, is highly coveted. One hates to l e effusive, but it is hard not to l� e, when writing of Janet. Probably the best way out of the difficulty is simply to say that we elected her for our league President. But presidents arc after all mere mortals, you know, and so even Janet must have her faults. Many and oft is the time the Senior Class has wanted to murder our esteemed leader when she used words far beyond the ken or comprehension of the rest of us. The most daring have sometimes even wondered whether she herself clearly understood some of the six syllable ones. Page Sexy If ' ir- =T FRANCES BAKER 1 air ntrrio? 11 • tilrnl irrammmMmiiiu I iff Pttuirnt of Ifir .Xatlhrop l.ratur Hi..uKl. everyone hu • vague idea that the world will conic to an end someday no one lakes il very seriously. This is ihe way we feel about Mike’s ever losing her temper or saying something unpleasant. In addition to this pleasing good nature she shows a remarkable aptitude for raking in pluses. It's just as well she does, for it serves to prevent the faculty from making any sweeping statements as to our scholastic ability. Anyway we have this on Mike: it’s her second Senior year. 11 don't care. I went to Europe. Fall. No one who doesn't know Fran well has any idea of her merits because she is so modest. You can all teslifx that her face value is pretty good. As a good sport she has us all beaten and her smiling good humor is marvelous. Her only fault is that she mumbles. Perhaps by the time she graduates Mile. Bagier will have her trained so that we will lie able to understand the golden words she utters. Page Eight w Q Z 7 G ©SS5 MAHY LOUISE GRIFFIN “All ire aJ. is to U Ift oliinr. Su anne Ixnglen and Betty possess wardrobe of about the tame variety and style, although we doubt if the tenuis star wear her to a many or to as interesting functions. The class has spent most of this year teasing Hetty about her tendency to “grouch”; we would like to confess right here that if we could do it as charmingly as she. we would all pout! There is no need to speak of her skill as an equestrienne, but of late, we have rather suspected her tastes to be leaning toward the water. Polly’s wit has been “making us witty” for something over five years now. With her gone from the halls of Northrop how solemn and tedious the school must become—and how barren and desolate the rudiutor in the Senior room will appear! Polly will lie universally missed, to lie sure, for there are not many classes who possess a humorist so unparalleled, but the spot where there will lie the most irreparable gap will Ik the Knglish room. (sW 3 1‘jjtt AW tr h e ■ 9 2 7 ANNE MEALY The fairett garden in her tooki. rind in her mind I he uiieU bookt. Anne’s chief claim lo fame is the fact that 'he exposed us all to whooping cough at the tender age of ten. There are other facts that ought to be taken into consideration, however. For instance, that she has been a Student Government Representative for three months and people still speak to her. It is hard to give the exact reasons why everyone likes her. but we know a few of them. She's a “stout fella” on the hockey team; there's nothing feeble about her brain, and she’s deemed a knockout” as to looks. No. she’s not perfect. Sire's quite stub-born. Page Ten T A T l E. R [| Orpheus is said to have charmed men into immobility by tire music from his magic lute, but “Dinnie with a piano produces music which seems to have an entirely opposite effect. She shows her good nature by playing on all occasions. but we have an idea that her conception of Paradise is a place where she won’t have to pound out jazz from twelve-thirty to one every time it rains. In addition to being the class musician she has been a mainstay of the hockey and basketball team-, and bus also served as a very efficient Chairman of the Welfare Committee. 3 3 |l f M E I Q g 7 T A T L. E P. ll 'o Betty is an unusual pirl. She has sustained the class’s interest for the whole year, merely by her frequent changes of jewelry. There arc not many who, like her, can trip lightly through school on very Itigh-hcelcd slippers and still make a very great success of it. Perhaps the easiest way to explain her good fortune is to admit that she employs unusual tactics —whether military or football, we could never decide. Though she is a shining French scholar and has read more French novels and plays than anyone else in the class, you have to fairly die out this fact, for “’Croc is one of those self-effacing people. However, she forgets that she is a retiring nature in a basketball game and bangs around quite roughly. Though she hasn’t been at Northrop as long as some of the rest of us, she’s indispensable to the class, one of her chief merits being her ability to get people out for basketball. {’age Eleven 15 a E I 9 2 7 POLLY SWEET A ' m,� e U y ,,, • « «Aaf u youft « mine V « - • JANE THOMPSON “I hnii rather have a I nett to make me merry than experience to make me iad. When Polly goes to France all the natives will probably sit around with their mouths open listening to her amazing vocabulary. In our humble French class she often leaps into the breach to rescue some one wrho is floundering hopelessly. Polly i“ also famed for her plentiful supply of jokes, which she cracks on all occasions, and for which we are duly grateful. A little humor is great to help us along our weary wav to college. We’re sorrv to hand Jane anything so hackneyed as a '•sunny disposition, but the virtue is so obvious that wc can hardlv let it go im-uienlioncd. We certainly appreciate anyone of this nature in our class of grouches. Besides this good quality lane has many other things to recommend her. among them Ix-ing her ability as a hockey player, and her talent as a singer. although she's extremely modest about this last mentioned fart. N, 1'age 7'nWtv Chill ha 11 ('harm which is, as usual, hard to define, hut we attribute a pood deal of lirr success to the fact that she always seem to hove plenty of pep. Her clowning has broken up quite a few study period but we’re very Erateful for the fact. No doubt most of our uoks would have lieen pitched disgustedly onto the front lawn by this lime if someone hadn’t been funny occasionally, ('hill has been in the class a long lime and will always be re-tnemliered a one of it most valued members. Shirl goes on the theory that there’s a divinity that shapes our end.-. and let things slide accordingly, Hut in spite of her seeming nonchalance she carries more work thun anyone else in the class and does it a good deal Itetter than most of us. There’s no one who doesn’t envy her the ability to draw good looking people, clothes, and cars, not even the teachers whose classes have long suffered Itecause of her artistic propensities. ‘a; e TUitlf H the: 0 2 7 1927 — CLASS PROPHECY 1947 What do you nuppoK is causing all the excitement over there? I asked my companion a we were walking down tlie Hue de Kivoli. It was the summer after I had finally graduated from good old Northrop School and I was enjoying my graduation present of a trip to Europe. I can't imagine,” answered Margaret, unless it's a sale or something like that. 1 art's go over and see anywuy because we may lie missing something interesting.” “Maybe somebody has been hurt,” I suggested as we made our way across the narrow street, but there's no harm in finding out and I'm horribly curious.” As we drew near, we noticed that the people were all talking excitedly nml much too rapidly for us to understand whut they were saying. They were all huddled up together and seemed to lie staring at something in front of a small store. We endeavored to make our way farther in to discover what this object of awe could be. All we were able to see was an old Hindu woman, bedecked in her native costume and seated on a small platform. Before her was an old table and opposite her sat a young man who was gazing at something on the table, which was hidden from our view. “What are they doing? I asked of a friendly looking, old woman at my side. “Crystal gazing!” she answered. “Seeing the future! “Crystal gazing! I turned to Margaret again. “What fun! We must try it!” After we had patiently waited in line for what seemed hours, it at last became my turn to gaze into the crystal. I stepped up onto the antiquated platform and sat down on a rickety chair l efore the tabic. I have always had a weakness tor fortune telling, but it had never occurred to me that I should have a chance to gaze into a crystal. What should I ask to see? Only a short time ago, wc had been discussing what should liecome of all my clussmates and what they should be like twenty years from now. Here was my opportunity! I concentrated. “Janet Morison. I said to myself Janet Morison in the summer of 1917. Janet Morison! The Hindu woman removed a grimy silk handkerchief from the dazzling crystal and 1 gazed into it- depths, still concentrating on Janet Morison. I saw a large, bleak office. At one end was a huge desk, behind which was seated u thin, stern-looking woman dressed in a black tailored suit. Her hair was skinned straight back and done in a small knot behind. Could this be Janet? Oh. impossible! What was she doing? What kind of a place was this? While I was still wondering about all this I caught sight of a small sign on the front of the desk. It read, “Miss Janet Morison, Superintendent of the John Kyon Orphanage”—Then the picture faded and was gone! An Orphanage! Heavens, how times will change! Next. I concentrated on Charlotte Williams. Another picture came into view, but an entirely different one. This time it was a small sunny room with fancy covered pillows and bright window draperies. The room was in a general mess, with coats and magazines ffunp here and there, and on a small table rested a tray of dirty cups and saucers. I particularly noticed the large number of papers and books Page Fourittn X M EL 9 Z. 7 and glanced closely at the cover of one of the latter which bore the title. “The Open Window, by Charlotte Rittcnhousc Williams. I looked around for the authoress herself and found her sitting on a small window seat at the other end of the room. She was dressed in a bright green smock and was laboring over some manuscript which she held in front of her. I saw. with surprise, that the hair which she had struggled through growing stages with, was now clipped short in an extreme fashion. It was the typical picture of a famous writer’s room in Greenwich Village. The view disappeared as rapidly as it had come and I began to think of Virginia Little next. Again I gazed into the crystal, and what was this? Northrop School once more! It hadn't changed much except that it was a little weather-beaten and there were more fir trees out in front. There was also a new fence around the hockey field. But what had this to do with Dinnic Lit itle? It was evidently ihree-lcn for there were cars out in front ami children streaming out of every door. One group of six girls caught my attention because they all looked so much alike. Every one had fair hair and blue eyes and each was just a little taller than the other. They were making their way toward a fashionable looking car with a liveried chauffeur. In the hack seal of the car. sat a very stylishly dressed woman who scented familiar but 1 couldn't just place her. All ix of the children in their blue Northrop uniforms climbed into the ear with the woman. 1 looked at her more closely to decide who she was and -Dinnic Little, of course! The cur drove into the distance and the picture went with it. What was this coming into view? It looked like an African jungle with the sun Iteating down on it. As the picture became clearer I could distinguish rows and rows of narrow army cot and several nurse in white uniforms, moving about between tbr bods. The rows of cot were sheltered by a peculiar mud and straw roof, upon which the intense Ileal of thr sun was pouring down. One nurse at the front of the picture was carrying a basin of iced water and some snow-white cloths, hv means of which she seemed to he attempting to relieve the sufferings of her patients. As she turned toward me. I looked at her carefully and recognized Barbara Bailey. My curiosity was aroused for I was anxious to know what could Ik- the matter with all these people in a place like this. I looked up and down the rows, at the faces of all the sufferers and saw that all were asleep. It must he to African sleeping sickness that Barbara was devoting her time and energy. A huge brow n circus tent came into view next w ith hordes of hot. sticky people crowded everywhere. Who in the world was going to Ik- in the circus? On the right hand side was an enormous painted red and yellow sign, on which stood out the words, The World’ .Most Famous Snake Charmer. Elizabeth Lane Smith!” Betty? A circus! Snakes! I thought Betty had always loathed them. But sure enough, through the tent flap could Ik- seen crowds of people pushing each other in an attempt to get a belter view of the sight at which thev were gazing open-mouthed: namely. Betty Smith, garlwd in ieopard skins, with her frizzed hair standing out from her head in ull directions, ami uhout her shoulders a repulsive-looking. slimy, man-eating snake. Betty was Iteaming down on her awe-sirieken audience, while the foul reptile twined itself about her arm and struek out at the bystanders with murderous intentions. The picture faded away rapidly and I was left in a daw while I waited for the next sight. This was to be Shirley Woodward, and as it came before me I recognized La Comedic Franeaise which we had visited I’ayf Fiftttn I T H E. I 9 only the day before. A play was going on at the time of the picture, hut there was only one person on the stage. Although this person was dressed in a long, flowing, black gown and dangling earrings, she was unmistakably Shirley. She was making wild gestures and my attention was attracted to a gleaming dagger in her right hand. Ix� and behold! ns I watched her. her arm shot into the air and came down with the dagger evidently stabbing her in the heart; and she fell over, supposedly dead. Shirley, a tragedian! and evidently a very great one. for the theatre was narked and the audience seemed much moved by her wonderful performance. Next came Anne Mealy, standing at the edge of a lieach in a black bathing suit, her arms and legs evidently well grea«ed for a long swim. Beside her stood a man who I surmised was an instructor giving her a few last warnings. There were crowds of eager, excited people, roped off a few feet awav and here and there large signs which read. Anne Mealy. Greatest VI Oman Sw immer Since Gertrude Kdrrle— New York to Chcrliourg!” Betty Fowler was next in line. What was this? The Northrop gym land it was evidently chapel timet was filled with rows of girl , seated on hard, uncomfortable-looking chairs. A moving picture camera was set up at the back of the gym and as I watched some one began to turn out the lights. Quick! before it gets too dark, who is that on the stage? It looked like Betty Fowler, but would she lie lecturing? And about what? Too late! The gym is now dark save for the screen picture which is flashed lief ore me. I read. “Dr. E. Fowler—illustrated l cture On Her Famous Mountain Climbing Expeditions.” Polly Sweet was next to appear. She was seated at one end of a long dining room table surrounded by distinguished 89 i'ogc 6'irfrcn looking guests. She was dressed in a heavenly blue velvet gown and her neck, hands and arms were laden with flashing diamond-. At the opposite end of the table -at a very handsome gentleman, evidently her husband. Polly was no doubt a society woman and had married a millionaire. Well, she looked happy! After Polly came Prances (taker. The picture showed an enormous store, exclusive for the latest modes in women's apparel. But the office door on the fourth floor Imre the names I hiker and Stuart. Stuart? Frances evidently has a partner. Grace Helen of course. As the picture was disappearing I noticed a sign on the street corner, T.ake and Nicollet. I was surprised at first but then I rememl� ered this was 1917 and the city would naturally huve spread out. The next picture look me inside the State Theatre. Kverylwdy so far had turned out so differently from what I had expected thut I was prepared for almost anything; but just tlie same I was terribly surprised to see that the State Studio were about to present Margaret I� uise NcwIihII in ’That Memorable Day. So Mike was to be a movie actress! I wish I could have seen the whole movie but. no; the picture faded and my next view was the inside of a church. Jane Thompson was standing in the pulpit preaching her sermon, with the aid of many gestures. The people in the pews seemed entranced hv this woman minister who had evidently carrier! them away with her eloquent preaching. Kven though she was dressed in flowing clerical ro!� es there was no mistake about her being Jane. The picture was gone and I realized that I had een all my classmates and it was some one else turn to gaze into the crystal. I wondered if they too would have a- many surprises as I had had. M.LG. T H EL I 9Z7 C| in THE JUNIOR-SENIOR DANCE, 1926 According to tin- usual system of the Junior class of 1926, no very definite plans had ! een made for converting the dining-room into a donee hall until the very afternoon of the day on which the annual Junior-Senior Dance was to he given. It is true that we had painted the lattices, used the year before to cover the radiators, and had a vague idea of the appearance we intended the room to have, hut as to our plan of procedure, everything was quite indefinite. Hut after all wc had the whole day in which to work, and work we did. Some scouted the town after furniture for the roof garden (?). and card tables for supper: others hunted for flowers, leaves, or anything to cover the lattices with, and still others remained at school, arranging whatever furniture or foliage was brought to the building. Meanwhile time was swiftly passing. Could we possibly finish the decorations in time? Hut to the eyes of our guests, the Seniors, arriving a few hours later, no traces (we hope! of our feverish haste were in evidence. The lights and radiators in the dining-room were decorated with bridal wreath and leaves. At one etui the orchestra was cooped in by a circle of palms, and at the other were some chairs and lamps for the chaperones. In the hall connecting this room and the roof garden were lamps at intervals, and many small tables on which were pink rose . The roof garden itself was furnished with grass rugs, wicker chairs, and over-hanging Japanese lanterns. About nine, by the dances, refreshments were served, and after more dancing twelve o’clock arrived and broke up the party, with a sigh of relief from each Junior. =R§2 G TRAGEDY Consternation reigned over the city. Anviou groups of people with worried, pitying face hurried to and fro. muttering in impairing tone to pasters-by. Oh, have you heard? Isn't it too dreadful!” Men strode up and down crying irately. This it the la t straw. We never even dreamed such a thing could happen.” Up and down the street in teeming anguivh strode many young men. Little children watched with wondering eye what they were unable to understand. A aad sight indeed to sec a city. U'ually «o joyful and carrfree now ca� t into heavy gloom! In many home unhappy mother indulged in wild extravagance of grief, vainly comforted by ormw-burdened husbands. Rut while all thi was going on. a acene of much confusion and di-order wa enacting itself before the great portal of a splendid Ixikpitnl. People were struggling to force themselves within the door , but aimed attendant held them off. A the mob urgrd and wiithed in desperate attempt to wedge themselves inaidr the gate , the figure of a min in a white jacket appeared in the door nay. Silence fell on the jo tling. undulating mao a he pokc, My friend . I am glad to tell you that all danger i pa t. Kr t assured that in time you will � ee your beloved one well and Itappy again. But before I go. I � n!emnly warn you. NEVER LET THIS OCCUR AGAIN! Protect and chrrith those delicate instruments which have suffered � n grievously. I trust that thi unfortunate happening will be a lesson to us all.” Per hap by now the reader is becoming curious a to the disaster which had o di eoncerlrd thi town. I shall tell you and tru� t that you. like those in the story, will abide by the lesson you gain. The “be'oved ones of whom the physician poke wete unfortunate pupil of Northrop School, who had ail studied so inten ely for final examination that every nnr had suffered an attack of brain fever and a nervous breakdown. Gkvu: IIi.i� ;n Stt'sirr. Pag SmtuUtn ELEVENTH FORM Back Row—Kalr Vrtir. I.onim Jnirll. .tdttaidr Smith. Jamr Sirota. Kolh I'tanlr. Jane Her Hr . Ilrlr. Ilirli. Jtnn Crochrr CcNTKK Row— I hr ml hr S urtmt. Ho.. Itrarr. Silo I '- imrthr. Ktkrl Camary. Isjnitt Oorhom, Hit If Pray, Dorothy Street. Janr Porrattorl. Martha Jraa Mar oh on KnoNT Row—Kraft KmHy K-o'Jnnsh. Ungrate Ftorearr Kohrrlt. Mart l.oriar Swddalh. Mood tlrajamin. 1‘riarilla Hrtnrm. Iltllt JWjr H EL I 9 2 7 ENTR ANCK EXAM IN ATIONS (For the College of Insanity) Directions Test I. Who Belongs to What and Why? Place the name of a Junior directly under her portrait below. (Those applicants whose brains are not sufficiently developed to attempt this test may substitute Test II.) Test II. True-False Test. Fill in the Blanks with Yes or No . 1. I . Brown' � o!e ambition it Horen. Horse . Ilorcc . 2. B. Pray ha larger feel than Suites Simpton. 3. K. Plant, tin Mark, frizzy hair and a boyidi bob. 4«Nita Wrinrebe, the IBM boiateiout girl in the cla -. ha ju� t appeared for ihr thirteenth lime before the 5. K. Brace ha ju t had a permanent wave machine inMalled at her home. 6. Bl||y Bovev i� struggling ejnie� lly to pet thin. r—i Juniur Juror Jury. 7. Adelaide Smith ha been released on bail from the eharpe of inurderinp tin- King- Knpli h. 8. For lire Dietl-Nunni cross country race, odd are bcinp placed heavily on the former. - 9. Emily K. -till bold the giggling champion hip of Northrop. She ha never been known to ire teparated from her grin for longer than 39VC1 accond . ... . . - , . . 10. |.o� i; a wit. Believed In have been frightened away from home one day when it owner -uttered an attack of laileritU. If found, plea e return to M. J. Maughan. I’agr Sinttttn TENTH FORM hu-K H)W-Kl |M r Jfornuv, Colkrr...■ Moaal. Marika h'unrh. Itoanu MrCaU. Mary Morion . Jra- Adair Hillard Cknttk Row- -Calkrriar Colmtll, Marv C � . Vlrtoria Mirror, Hilt Talllr, Mary Athinooa. Virginia Hrrktfl KHONI Row —Mariam Hood. CanJinr Ihorrr. Saury ('an Sight. Carol lloidalr. Alirr Trinity, Alirt f'rattr NINTH FORM Hack Row—Ail' Stimeryn. Fran I,re. Hetty Hr . Harriet Kemp, terrain Stmart. Martha Cage. Virginia Cook, Marjorie Otgoorf Oentm Rom Mildrcet O’Hr ten, Kleoaor Hello me. Hath Clark. I rz Cotrord, Hetty Thrall. Kfixer Clark. K'dna S’a pel. Mary KUanoe Heel. t rou.ee Cartridge FKONT Row—Hetty Strait. Gray Co ary. Miriam I'ou-ell. Marian Marray, Rath etr Vienne. Annr Winlon. Kretyn Crie.tr naan. Marian Hlatklry. Jant Rolrineon. Mary Klltahelh Kicker EIGHTH FORM Back Ho —Helly CoUeho'o-vA. Catherine Waqntr. Katherine Simonton, Katherine Clark, l.ouita Hinetlnr, Jane Young. I.uurn Van Snt. ItarUura Xnr man Cr.sm Kow-Marjorie WCIIiame, I uitr Paultgn, AlU Urn ami . Jam Helm, fathrrinr Piper. Ann l.ft. Dorothy WiHiamt. Muriel Vaujrrbul. Petty Miller. Bafiara Mlllrr KuiNT Row— Barbara Soul hull. Paul,nr llroohe. Peggy Cal, Ur. Man- Pierton, Virginia Helm. Kith Harney, Hmily Davnlat, KUiabeth Jnntrln. Ilrliy Thornton 1 T H T O Z 7 3 CLIPPINGS FROM MINNEAPOLIS PAPERS OF 193S Concert tonight by the celebrated cellist. Jane Helm. Miss Helm arrived in Minneapolis last night for lier recital, after which he will lease for Euro|ie to appear in the leading cities of the continent. The most noteworthy addition to tlie Walker Gallcnc this winter i Miss Betty Thompson's painting. The Modern Flapper. Mis Thompson was at one time a pupil at Northrop Collegiate School. Mis Marjorie W illium with her tikelele Players is the big act featured at the Orphcum this week. Admirers of this artist hope she will include her old favorite. Mary Imu. Last niaht the three-gaited stake of $10.1X10 was awarded to Miss Peggy Gillette with her horse. Black Bottom. Miss Gi'lette is the owner of the famous horse ranch. He Hop. The Northrop Nature league is happy to present Professor Ruth Barney in her instructive series of lectures on Pug Itehaeior. At the Metropolitan this week Mademoiselle Ann l-ee. premiere dauseuse of the Russian Imperial Ballet, will be the star. Mademoiselle Lee is the sensation of the hour. It will greatly please the patrons of Northrop Collegiate School to learn that, after most careful consideration. Miss Dorothy W illiams has decided to decline all of the many flattering offer from other schools and to renew Iter contract at Northrop a teacher of aeronautics. Catherine Piper, the bewitching blonde star of the silver screen, has signed another five-year contract with the Player -Plashy Corporation. I)r. Alice Benjamin, famous philosopher, will give her first lecture of the eric tomorrow. Sire lia chosen for her subject the long unanswered question. W hich came first, the lien or the egg?” For that tired feeling read In the Ungers oj Flame, written by the popular author, Pauline Brooks, and illustrated by her own pen. Big feature tonight! Miss Katherine Clark, famous humorist, will talk it the Auditorium on Hoaxing Haskins. Some years ago Miss Clark played a leading part in The Srcen Old Ladies o) Lave mi or Town. MU Mary Pierson has arrived in New York from Paris, where she conducts the smartly exclusive Interior Decoration Studio. Before her return to Pari this clever woman will come West ami will favor Northrop School with two choice lectures on Artial Architecture. J. B. Young. Professor of History in Arctic University. North Pole, published but one short month ago her booh. The History o the Esquimaux. That rare nature poet. Mi Barbara Southall, ha just given to the public her latest effort. The Stronge Plant. Mi Southall i a native of Minneapolis, and is thoroughly fomiliar with sponge . Minneapolis radio household are being nightly instructed by Mis Catherine Wagner. National Kindergarten Superintendent, on How to Manage Unruly Children. Famous track runner to lie here! Miaa Betty Miller, recently acclaimed the world's champion sprinter, will arrive in Minneapolis tomorrow to demonstrate lier tactic . After a long sojourn in Kamchatka Miss Emily Douglas rrtums to rropen her photographic studio in the suburb of Hopkins. During her absence Mis Douglas has been engaged in doing studies of horse , a specie of animals now practically extinct. Word wa broadcasted la� t night by Patagonia that Miss Barbara Newman bail come ashore after successfully swimming the Straits of Magellan. Coming soon! The leading opera star. Katherine Simonton. will sing the part of Marguerite in hnust. Miss Simonton ha won world renown in tier dramatic interpretation of this role. By her persistent and wcll-dirrctcd effort. Senator V. Helm has at last succeeded in removing the filibuster privilege from the Senate tules. Mis Barbara Miller has ju t announced the opening of a second dre building establishment. WTiile Miss Miller designs gown strictly a la mode, she i� certainly nut averse to originality. A reception will be held this afternoon ul The College Women's Club to introduce Mi� � Louise Paulson. Principal of the School for Potential Ports. Don't fuil to see Muriel Vanderbilt in Macheth at the Metropolitan thi week. This famou Shakespearian actress has stirred thousand with her vivid (lorlrayal of the sleep-walking lady. I_a t night Miss Elizabeth Junkin gave a formal reception for the opening of lier new millinery shop. Mis Junkin will carry strictly Turkish model . Miss Louisa Hineline flew into Minneapolis this morning, bringing with her from the South Pole two new specimen for the lamgfellow Gardens. A new and time-saving device ha juit been invented by Laura Van Nest—an automatic bookkeeping machine, which will make people pay clas due on limr. Tonight at the Arena Minneapolis will welcome home her favorite skating star. Mb Betty Gnldtborough. who ha been spending tlie summer months in Baffin land, practicing her unique and daring stroke . Page Twenty-five SEVENTH FORM Back Row—Itarhara llaetlry, Prune r Henrlie. AiUU Clu'i. Inr bet Mel.iayhlin. Hetty Short. Mary J-if fray, Miriam l.uekrr C’KKTCa Row Jan • Pander. Art in MUUe. PUa Slate! 1‘HUlnry. (Starr Ann Camybell, Maty lloaert. Anna (Star Kntrma. Carolyn lU r her. tloarmarie Gregory KkoST Row—Pllnltrlh .Vlapen. Pleanor Smith, (iretchrn Jtan.erhilJ, Helen Heekreilh. Sally Hell. I‘hvIff Poulatone. I’eouy Thomson ffiaSSa T A T L E____________ T H EL I 9 Z 7 rJfr A KNIGIIT M YRE- YE OI.DTYME BASEBALL GAME I do not know what did it. Perchance it wo that second piece of lemon pie; perchance Sir Disinherited' rxciting victory. Vhitmrr tlic rMK. my usually placid dreamt became prancing night mare . in which doughty knight 'printed from hate to bate and girl in blue uniform nude ontlaught with leveled spear . The day of ye long looked-for tnumey hath arrived. Below in ye loeker chamber Knight of the trite and Knightt of the Gold are donning their armor. “Odt bodkin !” growl Sir JafTrgy, thit unworthy • hoelace limit tied iltelf into a m- t monstrous knot, and I can lay no hand utwn my rascal knave to undo it!” Hearing thit plaint, hi negligent wpiirr. Young Elnor liaMrn to the rescue of the fuming lord, and oon lu him fittingly arrayeil. Nor doth the youth reveal that the tangled lacing i probably hut anollrer of Young Gregory mail prank . Mranwhyle, with a flapping of galothe and a rattling of damsels book bag . the crowd pour into the gallery from ha I and corridor . Those of high tlegree move toward lire dm at the northern extremity of the li t� . while the common people fill the bleachers on the vr � t. !)e� piic the proa peel of a gory battle the royal In.x hold, many of the court bcautio. who go ip busily a spectator gather. “Forsooth. Lady Gra� unnc remark in low tone to the pretty wench. Miriam, who wail upon lur. “Baglcy. ye ra tle mechanic hath but now come to restore hi radio. He mii t nerd nuke lu� te if the device it to proclaim abroad victory for � ur valiant Knight of the White.” Yea. answer the maiden meekly. ' I do hut pray that Malic will not '“Alack a-dav! exclaim the dark-cyrd I only Mary to I-ady Belcher by her aide. Melhink l-ord Tliomaon i ore troubled with the gym chair for the slat do persist in giving way beneath hi pressing weight. But er! Herr come her Highness. Prince Pease Some sjv that he knowelh inagic. for «he doth ‘trange wonder with diver figure and ign . and even it the heard to mutter the weird chant. 'X plut Y equal !' ” In the mid t of thi hubbub the Marshall of the Field. Sir Hume tep forth and Wow three clarion note. ju� t a jolie Friar Gluck Come, pushing and pulhng into the box. At thi ignal the commotion craw , and into the litl march the two parties of gallant knight , wearing over their IruMy brown armor hattle-.tained urcoat of white. At their head Mridr the Knight of the Golden Curls. armed cap-a-pie and bearing on hi � leeve the myMrriou emblem. N. C. S. This curious symbol cautc a flurry' ‘f anxiou quc. lioning among the maiden until at length l«dy Isabel knowingly vouchsafe that it signifies, “Nice children ometimes. Shortly the combatant are in their station , and the conflict begin with good Sir Huciiv a mighty warrior, at thr bat. A the herald . Sir Fan«ler and Sir Foubtnnc. proclaim. “Time on! l-rt the game begin! Sir Knkrtna lead the onslaught from the pitcher' box. and his furiou attack is met in turn by Sir llautchild and Sir Mape . who oppose him in vain. Outing tlie ensuing moment little i heard but the thud of the ball and the crash of the hat except when at tomr apt thru ! or well-timed slide Young Miller, kin of the renowned Much, leads the crowd in lusty cheer . Fiercer and fiercer the combat grow . Taller photographer rush hither and thither to catch the mow exciting play . Ball fly furiously; I rd Brref drop rxhauMed after a mad career down the field: and ju t a Lord Bell wing hi cudgel to ward off Sir Helnor' deadly mi««ile, the Marshall drops hi truncheon, thus signifying that the fight i at an end. The herald step forth to announce the outcome of the tourney, which is in truth a tie. At thi the old knight shake their head dubiously and murmur that fighting i not as it v in their day. Soon the wearied lord depart under their flaunting banner of gold and white, followed by the throngs of spectator homeward-bound. P IK Tuvnly-sn-tn SIXTH FORM Hack Raw—J ory tun KrUv. Calkrrint Jl«ri'iiti Corf on. Jnnr Arnold. Ann' IMrumptr. Mom AwIgr. Annr MtfHB CcKTSX Row—Barbara Anion. Mam Thoyrr. Mil Aid . KiUth Hittr. GttoWint Hod tan. H'litk MtKnigAt KMNT Kow-tauur Wolket. Hilly Sana Jturll, Colktrinr lid moo. Front OoJirin. Ilthorah Anton.' loot Kurrkle, llarrttl HinrUnr FIFTH FORM Hack Row—Nanette ttarrieon. Marti, Miller. Mary Staled-elm. Sutam Wire lark CKSTfJI Row—Mary I'artriJu'. Martha Itao’«K. t'rnnrft H'.irrf. Mary llammrrel, Katherine Joynfox KHONt Row- OUrai Carpenter, I'atriria 1 atrymiJ'. Anne Mart iron, l olly Canary. II, I, n l.traitr I lay,ten FOURTH FORM 1UCK Kow Sally Km Ukoda llil krr. llttrlrt IIrim, KUsabrth l.urkrr, Oltilir Tmtlrr, Alirr l.rarnt■ KnoNt Kow Mary lM,..r I’UIHII. 1 - Su� n S Ur. yr tl«V ■ .!� «, CkartotU llnlklrB. Am , I'tt l.rr THIRD FORM ItAiK Row—Brtlit U . lullr HaUnrk. Mary l.talir. Ur tty Tatrlr. Kalhrnnr Aim. Hath ftUrr. .Ya me ftoarrt. PatrUU Krtlvag. Mary 4-na .YnJ,. Ko Am’nr '«� %d. Jt� « jr .«� « Hmrrrp MW—Kti:mb lh It onto . l v n J ne HVturrfcr. Harbxtr Itfooks. Katkrnnr Wnrmer. I'fggy UawU, CM fru rr. MnrtK rMiridg , Marg r l J. I ft n SECOND FORM Janet Aytenrorth, Hetty Kina. Dorothea Hinder y, inum Horn arm. Mary Am• Fulton, ' .ana tinill. Hooamomf de Laitrt. Metier t.imh-y. Alice Wr.itnn Hutton. I'cfOtt Carpenter. Jane I'uMury FIRST FORM Jantl Sanity, tla barn Taylor. MarlJin l odcrr. Mary Jana I'ob Camjtrn, Kmmy .on l.urkrr, Tolly I'rppart , I'nun,, S afnt, Itarboia hit. I'hytlte llrrltitb, Hetty June Tapper Page Thirty-three KINDERGARTEN BACX Row—Patty llogrrn. h'rrjtrirk Ja An. Salty Kendrick. Wallace Payton, Ann Cargrntrr, Lanifdon McMillan. Story Lindsay CENTRA Row—fUitnl-eth Hobbs. Hralritr. Pevanry, Harney Warner, Mary I on tiros, Jean Johnson, Hoyd IHlt PaOXT How—Jean Pain. Nancy Wheeler. Hath Leslie, Coro Ilia, James Poerr, Marrrlla I’helys. Kdvard llrrhm, Mariam Mnrfin EDITORIAL | T H e I 9 a 7 A student annual should be above all a representative book, including those things in every department which go together to make up the sch ol life. The 1927 Taller Board, under the indispensable guidance of Miss Brown and Miss Tupper, have tried to make this their chief aim. We trust that we have, in some measure at least, succeeded. All the various organization have had some voice in the whole, great or small, according to the importance and significance of each to the majority of the school. And thus it is that the TATLKR is now ready for the press. But before it is submitted for the approval of the girls, their parents and friends, the Tatler Board would like to take this opportunity to touch on a subject which concerns deeply the entire student body, and on which, perhaps, in trying to enliven the contents of this book and present fairly light reading matter, we have not dwelt sufficiently. This is the question of just what the league pledge should mean to us who have taken it. The League, as every one knows, has had this year new problems to cope w ith, new decisions to make in regard to what is right or wrong, what it actually means to live up to the spirit of the pledge, it is perfectly natural that these new situations should arise at Northrop as well as elsewhere in this age of constantly shifting ideals. And so it is that each girl, especially each girl in the High School classes, has to choose what will be her standards, whether she shall disregard old scruples and indulge in pleasures of a kind at which she would have been shocked ten years ago. merely because she sees others around her doing so. and becuusc these same pleasures are called “modern”; or whether she shall have enough of the courage of her own convictions to cling to her former ideals. “Honor, loyalty, and self-improvement are the standards which we professed to share when we took our League pledge. Are we fulfilling that pledge? Honor can not be termed a tangible thing, nor can loyalty and self-improvement be always clearly defined. It is this problem of setting bounds for our conduct that most of uli confronts us now. The student members of the League Council have had several meetings with the sole purpose of discussing the difficulties which huve arisen from thoughtlessness and a luck of definite understanding of what these three principles involve. There are certain things, we are all agreed, that a girl simply can not do and be considered as living up to the Northrop pledge. But the Council alone cannot establish a unified response. We must look for a public opinion in the student body so strong that the girls who are in the wrong will realize that the things we condemn can have no place in Northrop school. But a few girls alone cun not make public opinion; that rests with the whole student body. If indeed our pledge means something vital to us, as we promised it should on signing it, can we allow the slightest trace of stigma to rest on any one or anything connected with Northrop? A time has arrived when a definite stand must lie taken, and it is upon vou, girls, that the decision rests. M. L. N. 'aye Thirty-fits T M 9 2.-7 3 CALENDAR OF SCHOOL SEPTEMBER EVENTS '26- 27 NOVEMBER School opens on the 16th. OCTOBER Our new .schoolmates become acquainted with us and we with them at the annual Old Girls' Party for The New. This year the party was given on Friday evening, the 1st. On the afternoon of the 8th “Horses’ comes hack into popularity. along with the Fall Riding Show. The new playground apparatus is installed on the two lower fields, and the lower school shout w ith glee. Ilockc) games, November 2-10. The Teachers Convention on the fifth gives us our well-earned rest. On Monday evening, Novcmlier 8th. Mr. Abler, the headmaster at Blake school, -peak' before the parents of both Blake and Northrop. The school is particularly lucky on the 10th. in having the noted sculptor, Gustav Borglum. address us. He told of his widely-known work of carving a fitting memorial to America's greatest leaders on the very face of the Black Hills. — ■ '£. £,W-. I'ogt Thirty-stvtH On Armistice Day our own Mrs. Ruud reads a thrilling and magnificent account of what she herself observed in London on the second anniversary of the close of the World War. We owe many thanks to Mrs. Ruud for giving us this opportunity to have with her a personal insight into the happenings of that day. For the 25th-26tb the school adjourns to consume fowl, and otherwise offer thanks. DECEMBER On the 15th of this month. Mr. Kllwood Kendrick, author of “Everybody's Chemistry. explained our sense of smell to us. For the remainder of the day we wander through tin halls, with noses uptiltcd and sniffing in the “characteristic” odors. After the final curtain has been rung down on the Christinas Play, the Xmas holidays ! cgin in “dead” earnest. Page Thirty-eight CAST OF CHRISTMAS PLAY Prologue......................... Eugenia Bovcy Shepherds........................ Barbara Bailey Louise Jewett Mary Morison Ruth de Vienne Virginia Little . Evylin Seeley Abel............................................Janet Morison Kings............................Dorothy Sweet Shirley Woodward Kii .alieth Dodge Gabriel .............................Margaret Newball Mary ............................Charlotte Williams Joseph ..............................Florence Roberts I X M EL I 9 2 7 1 JANUARY The New Year has progressed only two days before it finds us hack at school, cramming for mid-year exams. On the 4th of Junuary. our old friend, a former Minneapolitan. Bishop Freeman of Washington, is here in chapel. On January 6th we are elevated to higher planes (above the range of the members of the cat family) in a lecture by Dr. Cora Best, the mountain-climber and lecturer, on conservation. FEBRUARY The 4lh was the date chosen this year for the annual Barents and Teachers Association Dinner. Dr. Fitch of Carleton College was the evening's speaker. The following Monday Miss Koscmond presents her pupils in a piano recital. We- bless again our country’s founder when we are allowed to celebrate Washington’s Birthday on both the 21st and 22nd. (Especially since Blake remains open the 21st). On February 23rd. Mrs. Culick. originator of America’s organization of Camp Fire Girls, shows iis moving pictures of her camp in Maine. Wc are overwhelmed this month to find brand-new chairs in the assembly hall. They are perfectly safe and steady, too, for Miss Carse herself states that she and Mr. Velie “tested them together. MARCH The Athletic Banquet and Basketball Tournament are held on the evening of the 17th. Seniors victorious! The day after the tournament, as if we have not already had enough excitement for one week, the entire upper school, seventh and eighth forms included, are transported to Summit school. It is said that a slight interruption occurred in the ride when one of the cars attracted the attention of a river policeman. We do not know whether it was the result of the above incident, but upon our arrival ut Summit our hosts surrounded us and would not release us until we had all been “tagged.” We were then escorted to the auditorium where a varied entertainment was presented for Pag Thirty-nin THE. I 9 Z. 7 ess 3 our benefit. including some musical numbers, songs by the Glee Club, and a charming phantasy entitled The Mourners.” Refreshments were next on the program, so many and so luscious that we could not possibly do them justice in print. Almost before we had a chance to collect our liewildered faculties we were led back to the auditorium, and for the remainder of the afternoon spent our time in dancing to the music of an excellent orchestra and in becoming lietter acquainted with our Saint Paul friends, who we all agree are ideal hostesses. APRIL The Juniors play an April Fool’s Day joke on the rest of the school by all going into quarantine for mumps and thus being unable to give their class play. “Patelin.” On April 6th the eighth grade presents a two-act operetta, “Seven Old Ladies Of Lavender Town.” The principal parts were taken by Katherine Clark as “Professor Lightning Haskins.” proprietor of a waxwork show, and by Anne Lee. who was first of all “the Duchess of Tidvtown.” and later the capricious Fairy Aunty Maeussa who so delighted in exerting her fairy power over the Seven Old Ladies and their unfortunate waxwork husbands. Spring vacation licgins the 8th and lasts—0 blessed word! until the 18th. “Patelin is finally presented on the evening of the 22nd. MAY Our spring athletics culminate in the Junior and Senior Field Days. JUNE Jls The Social Event, the Junior-Senior Dance, is held on Friduv. the 3rd. T In an eventful week Monday, the 6th. is the first important day. In the morning the Seniors have their last chapel exercises, and then repair to gorge with the Alumnae at luncheon. In the afternoon the Class Day Program takes place. On Tuesday, the 7th, the actual Commencement exercises are held, at the close of which we scatter, for the most part to think of College Board Examinations. but the Juniors to purchase glaring, new red ties. Har f Forty T M EL I 9 T 3 A I’LAY I SHOULD LIKE TO SEE There is a play I know of, written by a close friend, that I should like to tee produced, not only because it appeals to me. hut because I feel confident that it must meet with approval in its great and true portrayal of an injury so often suffered, so seldom righted, done a defenceless young girl. The play concerns Sheila Wood, a young girl in her teens, at tiie age when she must In middl'd by her surroundings into the woman she will he in future. She attends a school well known for its scholastic training, and the play begins as she is in the midst of her course there. From early childhood Sheila has had a marked leaning toward draw ing. She sucked a pencil liefore she used a teething ring. All her life she has never been able to gaze on a clean sheet of white paper without an overpowering desire to make marks on it. And tragedy overtakes this young, inexperienced girl when she enters the institution where she should have received the greatest sympathy and understanding, as well as an education. In brief, the tragedy is this: her teachers, all except one, refuse to allow her to draw in their classes. In vain she pleads, in vain she argues that she takes in everything that passes, that she loses no point in the lesson which might Im-of value to her. For some unaccountable reason they will not have her drawing and scribbling while they are trying to talk to her. One teacher, particularly uncomprehending, even takes the pencil away from her. when almost unconsciously, Sheila liegins to move it over the paper! Another insists that Sheila draw equilateral pentagon' equal to certain isosceles triangles instead of her usual beloved human faces. Thwarted at every turn, her hand aching ami trembling to draw, Sheila goes stark raving mad under the strain of this repression. Her insanity comes upon her one day when a pencil has l ecn forcibly taken away from her. Uttering a fearful shriek, she rustics wild-eyed from the room! The play at this point becomes a veritable grand guignol of the horrible crimes committed by the maniac that once was Sheila Wood. One sees her rushing madly about stabbing people with the pencil that she carries sharpened to a deadly point. At night she creeps into children's rooms and chokes infants in their cribs by ramming drawing paper down their throats. Once she breaks into a newspaper building and runs all the employees through presses set with her drawings. Finally tin' whole town is in din terror of the mad woman. The streets are deserted on her apfH-arancr. At last, with great difficulty und two or three casualties, a squad of police capture and place her in an asylum. There a eure is slowly effected by placing liefore poor Sheila huge piles of drawing paper and severul cords of pencils. Her mind, thus relieved, is once more sane and norinul. Meanwhile the three teachers who were strictest with her. each discovers that among the policemen Sheila killed a long lost brother. Overcome by the disaster they have brought upon themselves they repent, confess their guilt, and give themselves up. The court decides that their fate shall be in the hands of the now recovered Sheila. She, always magnanimous, forgives them entirely. She then marries a wealthy man from Oilpool, Oklahoma. founds a school for girls at which each pupil i« not only allowed to draw, but encouraged with unlimited supplies of material, and apparently lives happily ever after. The play, as you can see, shows a fine grasp of the magnitude of the calamity which may result from such unfeeling treatment. The moral, for the world loves a moral, is: Beware lest ye know not whom ye discipline! Siiihi.ky Woodward. Page Forty-one IE the: I 9 2 7 THE JUNIOR PLAY The Junior play, “Master Patelin,” was given April 22. Combined with the dance afterwards it was a great success, and the Juniors made the hoped for amount of money. “Master Patelin” is a fifteenth century pluy translated from the French. It is the story of a poor lawyer, Master Patelin, who wants to have a new suit of clothes so that he may appear well in the eyes of his daughter, Henrietie’s, suitors. He gets away with some cloth from his rich neighbor. Monsieur Guillaume, the draper. This Monsieur Gillaurnc owns sheep and employs a dishonest shepherd, Agnelet. who is in love with Colette, Madame Patelin's maid. Also his son, Valere, is in love with Master Patelin’s daughter, Henriette. Finally, after many complications, including a very amusing scene with Patelin in bed and one in the court room where Agnelet in league with Patelin answers “baa” to all questions, the stupid Monsieur Guillaume loses his cloth; his dishonest shepherd is left unpunished, and the happy lovers are united. The crafty, clever character of Master Patelin was very well portrayed by Martha Jean Maughan. Florence Roberts, with a pillow stuck in front of her and a deep voice did the umusing part of Monsieur Guillaume very well. Madame Patelin with her high headdress and sharp voice was well acted by Ixtuise Jewett, and her pretty, clever maid, Colette, was admirably represented by Evyliu Seeley. Mary Ixiuise Sudduth looked very pretty and acted very well in the purt of Henriette, Master Patelin’s charming daughter. There was a very romantic love scene between her and Valere, taken by Eugenia Bovey. Jane Strong was very good in the part of the shepherd, Agnelet; and Betty Dodge was a most majestic and imposing judge. Bartholin. Others of the class dressed as apprentices, archers and peasants, added to the charming scenes. Much of the success of the play was due to the excellent coaching of Mrs. Foulstone, whom the Juniors wish to thank for all she did for them. I’ayt Forty-two X M EL 1 9 Z 7 timmsmss D Smith College Northampton. Muss. February 11. 1927. Dear Margaret Louise: It is hard, in a letter, to record our accomplishments with any degree of justice and yet with girlish modesty, but, at the same time, we should hate to have you disillusioned ns to our intellectual progress. If you could only behold us chanting Latin with priest-like gravity, dissecting slimy worms with all the composure in the world and at least a semblance of interest, attending the worst vaudeville in the world and Gilbert Murray's lectures with the same degree of pleasure or planning to interview the city health officials on the subject of “Improper Drainage, you would be “both surprised and pleased. However, fortunately for you. our space is more or less limited; so we can not dwell on the trivial with truly collegiate egotism lest we omit the most important thing we wish to say. It is very trite, of course, to praise Northrop and the League eloquently, as eloquently as we should like to do, had we the power. But our praise is of the sinceresl sort, and perhaps it is because our feeling is so deep and genuine that the mere mention of the school makes us feel far away and remote from it now, hut at the same time grateful for what we gained there With the thought of Northrop ever present in our hearts, we want to wish Miss Carse, the faculty and the school the success they deserve so very much. Sincerely. Mary Eaton. Faye Forty-three • V | X M E. I 9 g 7 SCHOOL CHOIR Mary Eleanor Best Pauline Brooks Priscilla Brown Ethel Conary Anne Dalryniple Peggy Gillette Adcle Cluck Gretchen I launch i Id Mary Juffray Louise Jewett Anne McGill Isabel McLaughlin Marjorie Osgood Mary Rogers Evylin Seeley Lorraine Stuart Mary Louise Sudduth Laura Van Nest Two valuable inno bns which have Iwcn made this year and which we Ik {£-ill lx carried on in the future and become, in truth, rein school institutions, are the School Choir and the Dramatic 4Jluh. The Termer was organized shortly after the Christmas holidays, and began its training under Miss Wit beck’s guidance. I he school has long felt the need of a similar body, one which would really lead us in our hymns, and it is thought by all that the singing of the choir has helped instill a more bountiful spirit into our chapel service. I’a'je Forty.fou, [||UaSaIIT A T L. E F ll DRAMATIC CLUB Seniors Charlotte Williams Betty Fowler Virginia Little Margaret Louise New ha 11 Grace Helen Stuart Barbara Bailey Juniors Priscilla Brown Jane Strong Florence Kolierts Jean Crocker Kmily Knoblauch Mary Louise Suibluth Dorothy Sweet The Dramatic Club, after much discussion, became a reality near the close of January. It was early decided by the girls that the way in which they could derive the most benefit and pleasure from this organization would lx , not by the actual presentation of the plays it took up. but by meeting to read and discuss them. In this way several rep-resentative types of the modem drama were each in its turn 6resented to us in a fascinating manner by our leader. Miss rown. And lest our heads become o’er-stufTed. at the first meeting of the Club in March, our thoughtful head greeted us with a delightful surprise in the form of delirious tea. sandwiches, and cake. 'ft SENIOR FIELD DAY May 27, 1926 First Event Running High Jump First: Florence Roberts—Jane Robinson Second: Marion Hume Third: Mary Atkinson 4 ft. 2 inches 3 ft. 11 inches 3 ft. 10 inches Second Event Running Broad Jump First: Kate Velie Second: Dorothy Sweet Third: Jane Woodward 13 ft. 7 inches 13 ft. 1 inch 13 ft. Third Event Discus First: Mary Louise Sudduth Second: Kate Velie Third: Caroline Doerr 76 ft. 11 inches 71 ft 8 inches 67 ft. Fourth Event Javelin 61 ft. 5 inches 58 ft. 7 inches 57 ft. First: Dorothy Sweet Second: Victoria Mercer Third: Marion Hume Fifth Event Fifty Yard Dash First: Kate Velie 6.3 sec. Second: Florence Roberts 6.5 sec. Third: Louise Gorham—Betty Jewett Sixth Event Fifty Yard Hurdle Race First: Mary Louise Sudduth—Florence Roberts 7.3 sec. Second: Dorothy Sweet 7.9 sec. Third: Mary Eaton 8 sec. Dorothy Sweet yf. Cl ll T AT L E F lj El I 9 Z 7 tup; ncs rodeo Fortunately for all concerned, October the eighth proved to be a glorious day. As everyone must know, this was the occasion of the annual rodeo of the N. C. S. ranch. The scene of action was the N. C. S. corral on the Parade grounds. With the help of two experienced sheep herders. Mile. Ragier and Miss Svcnddal. all the preparations were complete, including the awards. About two-thirty the dudes from the neighboring ranches, as well as the participants, began to assemble. In the corral the three judges. Miss Jean Anderson. Mr. L. K. Eaton, and Mr. C. C. Champinc, were hunched together discussing the stability of the bucking shutes and the corral wall. At the same time the famous, spectacular cowpuncher. Miss Mary Anderson, was l� eing besot with questions by several ten-derfect who were making a vain attempt to learn in a minute how to handle unruly bronchos. Plainsmen, cowboys, ranchers, and rangers were all jostling ami pushing, tightening girths and adjusting bridles. In the midst of this commotion the announcer shouted through a megaphone the names of the en- trants for the first event. Immediately the noise ceased, only to begin again with renewed strength, the instant his voice stopped. This first class was the cause of much contention for Mrs. I). D. Tenney’s trophy. While the event was in progress a broncho-buster, who was listed by the name of J. Helm, gave the dudes a real thrill by suddenly appearing on the ground under her horse, instead of in the saddle. However, this was all in the day’s game, and she soon remounted without assistance. After much thought and deliberation on the part of the judges, E. S. Pillsbury was given fir t place, while P. Gillette ami II. Beckwith followed with second and third. During the first class, those who were entered for the second stood near the gateway, w ith difficulty holding down their restless ponies. As soon as they were called, the cowboys lost no time in rushing into the corral). Almost instantly the cay use which F. 1. Roberts was riding started to buck. There were some minutes when each spectator held his breath, but the cowboy stuck to her pony like a burr. At other times Page Forly-ninf | T H E. I 9 g 7 a horse would shy and nearly go through the corral fence, but no mishaps occurred, for these cow puncher were too experienced. Finally, the judges awarded the cup. given by J. B. Hudson Company, to M. L. Sudduth who was more than happy to he able to take the treasure home for the second year in succession. The second and third ribbons were given to A. Tenney on her spirited broncho, Sally O’Neill, and E. Bellows. Although the third event was supposed to be for greenhorns, no one would have noticed it without being told. Mrs. G. C. Beckwith had given the trophy which P. Gillette was proud to he the possessor of until the year 1927. E. S. Pillshury and B. Thomson followed closely with second and third. The fourth class was open to only especially small cow-ponies. Even so, the few contestants who were eligible fought hard to win the cup given by Mr. and Mrs. H. S. Helm. In the end A. Tenney was presented witli the coveted trophy, J. Helm following. For the last class there were only three entrants to contend for the Twin City Motor Car Company’s cup, but as these were three of the most experienced Fuge Fifty i T A T L E K ll cowboys of the N. C. S. ranch, everyone was glad to see them exhibit their skill in a comparatively empty corral. In our western country few fivc-gaited horses could be found; hence the small number of entries. Very skilful horsemanship was displayed by each one, but, after much more careful deliberation on the part of the judges B. Fowler received first, M. I Sudduth, second, and J. Robinson, third. With the final event over, everyone hastened away to the ranch house at the foot of the hill where the famous N. C. S. Barbecue, which bad been prepared by Mrs. W. H. Sudduth and her able assistants, Mrs. C. R. Williams, Mrs. H. C. Maughan, Mrs. E. S. Smith, and Mrs. C. D. Velie, were waiting. While enjoying this convivial hour, the trophies were presented by Mr. L. K. Eaton, who was introduced by Miss Elizabeth Carso, manager of the ranch. Toward sunset the crowd broke up, leaving only the distant chugging of a retreating Ford and the trampled ground to tell the story of the afternoon’s festivities. | T H E 1 9 2 WMZZ3. T A x L e: Fk 11 HOCKEY TEAMS: Senior Junior Sophomore Freshman Right Wing: Morison Gorham Frazer Cook Right Inside: Newhall Dietz Mount DeVienne Center Forward: Little Sweet Mercer Robinson Left Inside: Williams Sudduth Van Slykc Stuart Left Wing: Bailey Roberts Case Bellows Right Halfhack: Smith Conarv McCabe Lee Center Halfback: Healy Strong Morison Powell Left Halfback: Thompson Dodge Doerr Osgood Right Fullback: Stuart Benjamin Tenney Bean Left Fullback: Wood war tl Crocker Atkinson Page Goal Guard: Sweet Smith Bechtol Best Junior Teau—Champions Page Fifty-one T M El I 9 2 7 3 cHi; KEY GA? GAMES Tuesday, Nov. 2 The firs! game is always thrilling—this first game certainly was. Both teams were determined to start out with a good record. Il was a hard fought battle from beginning to end. Score: Seniors 1 -Sophomores 2. Wednesday, Nov. 3 Poor Freshmen! that’s all I can bear to say. Score: Juniors 10—Freshmen 0. At least the Freshmen got something out of it by selling apples. Monday, Nov. 8 Here we have the old story of the apples all over again. Not only were the apples divided equally but also the points. 2-2. The score is enough to show what a good game it was for our spectators. I’agr I T H EL I 9 2 7 T A T L E K ] Tuesday, Nov. 9 The Sophomores gave the Juniors a good guessing game and kept up a wonderful fight during the whole contest, but luck was against them and the score ended 3-0, in favor of the Juniors. Wednesday, Nov. 10 Some people were singing “It aint going to rain, to rain no more, hut they forgot about the snow which began to fall during the Senior-Freshman game. Although the Senior line-up was in a rather mixed-up condition, they succeeded in winning the game by a score of 6-1. Monday, Nov. 15 “Pusha—Pusha—Pusha! “What do you pusha, Mike? We pusha de snow off a de field for the Junior-Senior game. Thanks to a number of industrious members of the high school we had a fairly clean field for the final game. The Juniors slipped and slid down the snowy, slippery field to a slight victory of 5-1, over the squelched Seniors. Think of it! Juniors, Champions. M. L. S. Page Fifty-three T H E- I 9 2. 7 gj mimsims BASKET BALL TEAMS: Senior Junior Sophomore Freshman Forwards: (Morison (Sweet (Doerr (do Vienne (Bailey (Roberts (Frazer (Bean Jumping Center: Stuart (Velio (Bartley Atkinson Stuart Side-Center: Williams Sudd nth Morison Strout Guards: (Little (Newlu.ll I Dodge (Dietz (Case (Van Slvke (Cook (Osgood (Bellows Page Fifty-four Sen iok Tea m—Ck a m pions | T H E. I 9 Z Tlierc is no doubt about the fact that basketball is the most popular and most exciting sport at Northrop School. Enthusiasm and interest were aroused at the very opening of the season and steadily increased until the close. This year attendance at practice was unusually large; in fact, we frequently wailed at the large number of girls who turned out for the Thursday afternoon free-for-all. as it was very difficult to arrange things so that all might play. After more than two months of practice, inter-cluss games fmuliy got under way. The outcome of these games was that the right to play in the Basketball Tournament was won by the Seniors and Juniors. Then indeed excitement ran high, for no one could positively judge as to which team would triumph. For those of the girls who were to take a part in the mighty struggle there could have been no more welcome diversion than the Athletic Banquet which preceded the tournament the night of March 17. No one could help enjoying herself immensely at the dinner for the menu was excellent, the singing spirited, and the cheer-leading splendid. The Seniors displayed their long hidden musical talent in stirring grand opera, the Juniors presented in an unusual way a song that we were to hear many times before the evening was over. Tlu- Sophomores surprised us with startling gynmas-tics, ami the Freshmen made a great hit with a radio play. The highlight of the banquet, however, was the faculty stunt in which they explained most graphically that they too had once undergone the agonies of education and concluded with a stirring cheer for the girls. Meanwhile a crowd had gathered in the gym and it was now time for the game to begin. First, however, each team gave a stunt, that of the Juniors representing a chariot race l etween the Seniors and the Juniors, with the latter winning. The Seniors gave a beautiful exhibition of fancy skating with one roller skate and a pillow for each girl. And now a silence fell on the gym, the game had really begun. And oh. what a game! From the very start to the finish one could not tell which team was to win. The score just sec-sawed hack and forth, now one team ahead, now the other. 'I'he gym was in an uproar. It seemed as if the spectators were trying to consume as much energy in yelling as the teams were in playing. In the midst of it some one was heard to say, “You’d think it was a football game!” Probably the most agonizing, the most grueling part of the game was the last minute and a half. Time out had liccn Fage Fifty-five called. The score stood 25-26 in favor of the Juniors. Play being resumed, the Seniors sank a basket. Fortune favoring, it looked as if the Seniors bud won. but no! After desperate fighting the Juniors went ahead with a score of 28-27. No one thought there was any chance of another score now. Yet after what seemed years of playing to everyone the Seniors sank another basket just before the whistle, winning the game by one point. For either team to have lost seemed a shame, for no one could say that each had not fought. Thus with this thrilling game the 1927 season of basketball was concluded, one successful in every way. which has been entirely Game Schedule Senior-Sophomore 19-13 Junior-Sophomore 27-13 Senior-Freshmen 28-6 Junior-Freshmen 35-15 Sophomore-Freshmen 24-7 Tournament Senior-Junior 29-28 Dorothy Sweet.......... Priscilla Brown...... Mary Louise Sudduth Marjorie Osgood Grace Helen Stuart .. Betty Thrall ........ Alice Tenney......... Catherine Mount .... June Robinson........ Betty Fowler......... Ann Lee................ ATHLETIC OFFICERS ..........................Chairman of Athletics ...............................Head of Riding ...............................Head of Hockey ...............................Head of Hiking ............................Head of Basketball ...............................Head of Skating ............................Head of Swimming ...............................Head of Tennis ...............................Head of Track ....................Senior Class Representative ....................Junior League Representative I’ayt Fifty-six T M EL 9 2L 3 PURPLE ELEPHANTS 'Hie city by the sea was having another Quaker sort of day, for a great soft grey mist had come creeping, creeping, ever so gently, from the water and wrapped itself about the city. It had got all tangled up with the tall, gaunt, snobbish buildings and had knotted itself and bunched itself up in places so that the sun's rays were caught and held in the very midst of it all and could not gel through to play at hide and seek with the foaming green waves. All day long the mist stayed. All day long the waves beat time against the shore and the dock tolled their never ending song. All day long in a white iron bed, on the fifth floor, in the charity ward of the hospital, lay tiny crippled Mickey, listening to the shouts of men and the noises that told of another ship being made ready for a trip to distant lands over the ocean. His very soul longed to be down there in tin midst of the hustle and bustle of it all. More still, lie wanted to lx? on that ship when it was set loose from its moorings at dusk-time to drift out to sea and unknown adventures. But all this was impossible, now, and Mickey groaned and...........swore! The pink and white nurse, passing his bed just then, heard him and frowned. “How many times. Mickey McClurk, have I asked you not to swear?” she demanded sternly. “For pity sake. Nurse Rooney, don't talk about swearing when there’s a ship getting ready,’’ snapped the little cripple. “You know that that means days of salt spray and green sea, a trip to queer places far far away, and I’m not going! His shrill boyish voice trailed away and he scowled and bit his lip to keep from crying. But all this could not prevent one lone tear from muking a salt water path down his cheek. Nurse Rooney, who had the same longing in her heart for foreign sights and travels, did not see that tear, and entirely forgot about the swearing. The frown • hanged places with a dimple and she said ever so softly, Yes, Mickey hoy.......I understand. Let’s pretend, though, that we’re in Africa now, and finish that chapter on elephant hunting. Quite forgetful that this was her afternoon off, she picked iip a travel book from a little white table near by and began to read. Mickey lost his restless air and lay quite still among his pillows while the pink and white nurse read on and on. They both quite forgot the white hospital walls, the shiny hurting instruments that Miss Rooney would have to go back to in a few hours, and the pain in the little patient's back and legs. The rumble and roar of the streets below-turned into the trumpeting cry of elephants deep in the jungle. The strange screams and squeaks were Page Fifty-seven | x M B I 9 2 7 T A T I- E R. || not noises of a busy business section, but the calls that one heard in that same jungle. They remembered themselves only when the grey and white nurse clicked on the electricity and made them blink because of the change from a room full of half dusk to one flooded with light. “What on earth ure you doing? cried she. “We’ve been to Africa, all afternoon, hunting big game. We’ve bagged three tigers, trapped two elephants, rescued a native from the clutches of a lion, and were just al out to sit around the camp fire and plun for another big day. said Miss Rooney. “Good grief! shrieked the other lady playfully. “Do you mean to say that you’ve given up your only afternoon of the week off to read to that little know-it-all Irishman? The know-it-all Irishman stuck out his tongue at the enemy who bad invaded his jungle and shrilled (quite in a poor white trash fashion): “Aw g’on an’ carry yerself outta here! You aint needed. G’on. lie roared, ‘G’on! G’on! And then g’on some more an' keep a-goin! Git! he yelled. Half a dozen heads turned his way. The head nurse. Miss Ward, came hurrying in. A young interne popped his head in at the door, and the grey and white nurse’s face grew red. “Do hush, sonney boy. pleaded Miss Rooney, “or Dr. Duke will stick that wicked little needle into your arm and you’ll get too sleepy to hear me finish. “What’s all this? demanded Miss Ward. “Do tell him to shut up, complained several whining voices. “My goodness gracious! cried the interne. “Here we are! said Dr. Duke and produced a villainous looking needle. Let’s........” No! said Miss Rooney, drawing herself up to her full height, which wasn't very great. She grabbed the doctor’s hand which held the instrument of torture, called, “Shut up yourself! to the liothersome patients, glared at the young interne, gave a scornful look at the late intruder, and said, It doesn’t make a bit of difference to anyone what I do with my time off. 1 think. she added, that there is a rule here to the effect that one nurse shall not interfere with the charges of another. Please remember that in the fu- “1........” the head nurse was going to speak. “Oh, Miss Ward, I’ve brought a barrel of toys and I don’t know where to put them! cried a gay young voice at the doorway. Everyone turned and followed the speaker. As Miss Rooney passed Mickey’s bed he said, “I do hope that there’ll be a real grey elephant in that there l� ox.” “I do. too, dear, said that little lady as she patted his pillows, straightened his blankets, and pressed a cool hand to his head. “I’m going right down to speak for it. if there is. Pagt Fifly-tight Il T H E- I 9 2. “It’ll make it more real to lmve one where you kin look at it, won’t it?” And Mickey developed a grin which spread from ear to ear. The supper trays had been taken away. 'Hie bandages, and braces, and bed, had all been attended to for the evening. Several nurses bail settled down to amuse their patients for an hour or so before they went to sleep. The door at the farthest end of the room opened ever so gently, and the pink and white nurse walked in. In her arms she triumphantly carried something. It was an elephant. He was a good sized one, too, hut what on earth was it that made him look so very, very queer? As he was brought nearer, Mickey squinted his eyes and looked thoughtful. Yes, there was something different about him. Oh, never, never, on land or sea. ever since this world began was seen such an elephant! (Some spoiled society lady who had made him had thought only how she would like him and had not painted him the conventional grey). “Oh!” moaned Mickey, and hid his face in his hands. “He's purple!” Everyone within hearing distance covered his ears and turned his face to the wall, if he were able, for the little Irishman was going to have another fit of temper, of which this was the fifth in one day. The outburst came. “Take that damn thing away!” he shouted. “Take it away. away. away. The meanness of it!” His grey eyes snapped, ‘it's the only thing in all my life I’ve asked for. and then it’s purple! The last few words were full of scorn and pain. “Why, no one in this world ever saw a purple elephant,” he ended and shut his eyes tight. “You’re right there, old man, I ecause they're so rare that no one ever hopes to have the luck to see one,’’ said a man’s voice gently. Miss Rooney turned about and stared. The “old man’s” eyes | opped open and he stared. Standing before them, his hat in his hand, was a tall, tall man. His eyes were as blue as a piece of summer sky; his face was tanned; his thatch of curly hair was very black. Oh!” said Mickey with a let down air. “Oh!” said the pink and white nurse and blushed most beautifully. “Oh!” mimicked the visitor looking at them l nlh and grinning in a nice, cheerful, friendly sort of way. He pulled a chair up beside the bed, motioned for the nurse to be seated and then sat down on Mickey’s l� cd and took the little fellow's hand between his own two very big brown ones. “There’s a land. he began, ruled over by a dark skinned king. His castle is made of gob! an l silver and precious stones. Gorgeous birds of Paradise trail their splendor across his courtyard and sing for him. Wild animals of all sorts and descriptions live in his forests, and purple elephants crash through his for- I'ft'jc Fifty-nine X M EL 9 2L 7 cats. Funny black bearded magicians with swinging lamps over their arms and green and red and yellow clothes with pockets full of all sorts of magic wander about the kingdom. There are lots ami lots of other wonderful things there, too. The funny thing about all this is that most people have to be satisfied with what they can see of the country through wrought iron gates. These gates are guarded all the time by a thousand copper-colored men with long spears. Only the ones of us who are gifted with that great thing called imagination may enter. I know you and your nurse have that gift; so won’t you come and visit this country with me?” he added appealingly. “Yes!” came the breathless answer from both listeners, “we will.” “I’ll lie back again tomorrow, then, he said ami smilingly left the ward. “Who do you suppose he is? came the excited questioning from Miss Ward who had just entered. “He’s Anthony Gale, the great explorer and big game hunter! she added. Kach day that came from that lime on. was one great adventure for Mickey and his nurse because Anthony Gale took them into far lands and quaint places they'd never dreamed of. He held then) spellbound and left them wide-eyed with his tales of daring deeds and narrow escapes from the jaws of death. Sometimes, too, they discussed the magic land where Page Sixty dwelt the purple elephants. It was after one of these talks that Mickey asked whether or not there were purple elephants in Heaven. “Why?” asked Anthony and Miss Rooney in one voice. Mickey grinned up at his beloved nurse and the man who called him “old fellow and rumpled his hair so gaily and chummily. “Well,” he said, “if they live in that land you've been telling about and it’s so hard to reach there, why can’t they live in Heaven when it’s even harder to get at V' ‘They do, honey,’’ came the girl’s soft reply. The days added up into weeks and Mickey didn’t have so many tantrums, not because he was getting to lx a better boy but because they left him so very weak. His hack ached more, and he woke up one morning to find that his legs had no feeling at all. His face grew pinched and white. He had no desire to lx-propped up in his pillows. Then came another misty day, and another ship nude ready to sail; hut this one waited for Mickey to join its crew. “Where’s Anthony?” he demanded of Miss Ward about noontime. “He’ll be here in a little while,” she replied. “And my nurse, where’s she? I haven’t seen her since yesterday,” he said. “She’s just come in and I’ll send her right up. was the answer. Il T H E- I 9 Z Miss Rooney and Anthony arrived at their pal's bedside together. The nurse took his pulse and looked frightened. The explorer consulted with her and blew his nose excitedly. He tried hard not to show he was frightened too. “Well, what shall it be today, old top?” ”0h,’’ said Mickey composedly, “tell me a lot about ships. When you gel through with them tell me about our purple elephants. Then finish up with the story about the children of Israel. The story teller told all he know about ships and Mien began on purple elephants, and ended with the children of Israel, just as he had been told to do. All this time, however, he kept glancing at his small listener. When he finished they were all quiet for a while. Then the stillness was broken by Mickey's husky little voice, trying, pitifully to Ik brave. “I think, he said gently, “that I’m going to see all this that you've talked so much almut. but it's going to Ik a great deal more wonderful than you told me. You've been really truly hunting, Anthony, he added, “and have had it all over me on seeing things, but now I've got it over you because I’m going to a place that even you can't go to for a while. None ol us have ever explored it, not even in our imaginations. It won't Ik any fun at all to explore it alone.” he added wistfully, “so I’ll wait for both of you. Re sure to come together—and we'll hunt purple elephants there if God will let us.” His voice trailed off into nothings. The pink and white nurse cried softly in the arms of the explorer. Mickey’s own purple elephant slumped dejectedly at the foot of the bed and his eyes stared into space. For the little Irishman had sailed, at last, in a ship more beautiful than all dreams, out of today and into the golden sunset. Ruth Plank. GLORIOUS WINTER Composition by Nancy Rogers Form 111 Miss Brown showed us a beautiful picture of a sunset in winter. On one side of the picture was a group of lovely poplar trees. On the other side is a group of oak trees. There is a river flowing through the woods. Our eluss made this verse about it: In the glowing sunset Of a winter day. Lay a quiet river Flowing on its way. Stately trees beside it. Standing bare and tall. Leaning toward the river Where their shadows fall. 1‘oijt Sixty-one f T H EL I O g 7 a THE FIRE By Katherine Dain Form III I like to watch the fire. The flames that dart so high. They look like passing gypsies. On horses prancing by. Now I see some fairies. And now the scene is changed: I see some juicy cherries. And now a feast arranged. THE CHIPMUNK By Ixiuise Walker Form VI My name is Mrs. Chippy, at least that is what the little girl in the big white house calls me. I have hud a very exciting experience today. I heard the little girl calling me, and when I went to her, she wouldn't give me the nuts she had unless I would climb up and get them. She was standing up too! Yum! those- walnuts looked good, and I was so very hungry! Finally, screwing up my courage. I ran up just us fast as I could, got a nut, and then rushed down again. Then what do you think I did? I ate up most of those nuts silting in her hand, and then stored the rest away. I was just coming back for the last nuts when I saw 1'iUjc Sixiy-lxvo that greedy husband of mine eating them up. My, but I was angry at him and the little girl too! Hut of course she doesn’t know how luzy he is, and now 1 am sorry 1 rushed at her as I did. Well, anyway our Morehouse is nearly full, thanks to that kind child, so I won't worry. NIGHT By Ruth de Vienne Form IX A silver moon's above you. The stars are all around you, A gentle breeze stirs the leaves of the poplars; Something moves within you. Something that’s unspeakably wonderful; No one understands but you and God. WINTER By Otlilie Tusler Form IV Oh! snowy, blowy winter has come. When we can run, slide, skate, and ski. Oh, won't it In; fun! One by one the wave-like snow drifts come. Oh. winter! when the pines stand with snow upon their branches, When the wind, blowing, makes music in their needles. Oh, winter is the time for me. 1 -T M E- 1 9 a 7 THE BEST FACTORY By Edith Rizcr Form VI I am going lo tell you about a factory of which all of you know, but which few have given much thought. Now I have gained my information for the last five years from personal observation, so you see I know what I am talking about. I have noticed in this factory that there are only women and for their workers they'have children. There are thirteen departments. This factory develops souls—not soles, hut souls. In the first department the children liegin to realize that there are other people on earth beside themselves. As they go through the other departments, they learn to he more kind and helpful in every way. By the time they reach the thirteenth department their soil Is arc developed. The name of this factory is Northrop. Judging from the quality of the product turned out. the factory may well lie pleased with its work. MY BIRD By Penelope Paulson Form IV Once I had a little bird. His feathers were brown and gray; He could not say a single word. But sang to me all day. A DOG’S LIFE By Marian Carlson Form VI I have such an easy life, just to sleep or follow my mistress. Everybody |� ets me or talks baby talk to me. I often wonder if people know how old I am. They say I am such a smart-looking dog. and I am so cute, and such nonsense. I am four years old, but people take me for a few months old. That’s because I am small. My mistress lakes me for my exercise every morning. I always meet Betty, a girl friend of mine, and we talk together, while our mistresses do too. I have been quite naughty lately, and my mistress has had to put a leash on me. which is quite unusual. I had a fight with an airdale over a bone, hut as I was smaller than he was, he took the hone. Oh! my! hut I was mad! He took the hone and ran. 1 ran after him hut it was no use. He had bigger and longer legs than I had. Afterwards I came home and wondered why I had fought over that Ikmic, because I get hones whenever I want them, ami he has to go begging. ONE CHRISTMAS By Susan Wheclock Form On Christmas I always eat breakfast in the kitchen, because our dining room opens right into where the Christmas tree is. in the living room. I’age Sixty-three || T H El I 9 2 7 1_.A T L E f% j| One Christmas 1 had eaten my breakfast and had gone upstairs, for Mother had told me things were not quite ready. When I had waited quite a while, 1 heard some music. “Conic down now. 1 heard Mother calling. The music was playing the nursery rhyme “Rock a bye Baby.” I went down stairs to the tune of it (although it was hard to march to). When I reached the door, to my great surprise and joy I saw a sweet little cradle with a darling doll in it. But I wondered where the music Came from, so I asked Daddy, for I had noticed something behind the Christmas tree. Daddy told me to take the cover off that same thing. I did, and to my great delight it was a very small Victrola, playing the record “Rock-a-bye-Baby.” I had many other things also. So altogether it was one of the nicest Christmases I have known (for 1 have known many). THE KERCHIEF By Rosemarie Gregory Form VII The kerchief laid away in my grand mama's chest Is wrinkled and yellowed with years; But the memories it stands for like beautiful lace— Arc woven with smiles and with tears! Stores in hidden bins,— Sweet Southern matrons,— Lighted post-road inns,— Gay reveling patrons] 'Hie return of the troops,— The ones that didn't come! The half-mast flag droops,— The roll of the drum! A spell holds us all as she tells on her story,— The great bowl of popcorn no longer is heaping. The sun’s parting rays fill the room with last glory; But let’s tiptoe away for grandmama’s sleeping. I'tujf Sixty.Jour Egyptian Temple Modeled by Fifth Form T M E- 1 9 Z 7 THE MESSAGE On the wings of the wind. On the voice of the morn. On the ray of the sun The message is horn. Through the softness of night. Through the roar of the storm. Through the brilliance of day The message is horn. In the song of the sea, With its lilt and its ring Speaks the voice that proclaims The coming of spring. A. Fraskr. A FAIRY WHO CAME OUT OF MY IMAGINATION By Helen Louise Hayden Form V A soil spring wind was blowing. The trees and grass had on a lovely green. The flowers, in their ball costumes of pink, blue, white, and green, were dancing to the tune the breeze played for them. In among the trees and flowers was a clear spot where the ball was to be held. The ball was not to begin for some time yet. One fairy, who was in the hollow of a tree, could not decide what dress she should wear. One dress E3 hung in lovely folds down to about her ankles and was trimmed at the bottom with parts of the rainbow. Another piece started from the shoulders and went down to about the waist and was trimmed with sparkling dew drops. The other dress was quite an old fashioned one that trailed along after her and sparkled as though it had diamonds. (They were really dew drops sparkling for all they were worth to make their mistress wear that dress). Just then an elf passing by happened to throw some milk that had dirt in it into the hollow tree. The milk fell on the dress with the rainbow trimming. Of course that ruined the dress so Titania (I forgot to tell you that was her name) could not wear it. When Titania was all dressed she looked very pretty. As she was a young fairy, she let her hair hang over her shoulders. It was a light brown color and curly. She had lovely blue eves and dark eyebrows. Her cheeks were pink ami her lips were red. although she had put no rouge on them. Her old fashioned dress of blue and pink and yellow flowers against a creamy background was very pretty. She had a shawl of red flowers ami green leaves put over her shoulders. She wore dainty dancing shoes which matched her dress perfectly. As the lieht of the fairy folk, the moon, rose over the tree tops. Titania left her hollow and started for the hall. Anybody watchinc her knew from her happy looks that she was intending to have a very happy time. And she certainly did. Page Sixty-fitf | T H El 1 9 Z IF I HAD THREE WISHES By Helen Tuttle Form X If I were ever given three wishes, I would first be an old sea captain, who, having collected a little money, was at that time swaggering down the old broken wharfs at Salem looking for a tall clipper in which to sail to far India. The wharfs would of course bo deserted in this age of steam. Then 1 should wish for the “Flying Cloud, ’ immortal among clippers, to come sailing in with the sunlight falling on her topsails and topgallant-sails. My last wish would be to step aboard as her captain. What could be more glorious than to command a thing as lovely as this ocean beauty? Finally we should leave the obi harbor, and I might stand near the wheel and hear the rush of water alongside as the ship's prow cut through the blue, as the sister flying clouds skimmed through the sky overhead. RED INK AND SOME OF ITS USES By Nancy Van Slyke Form X Red Ink! What a joyous color it is, and yet how bloody it may seem sometimes. On maps, one has great fun drawing the Appian Way, or the Aemillian Way across Italy in the bright, red ink. In making cities, it is very convenient, also. Page Sixty-six Even in sketching faces, it beautifies the cheeks and lips. But the way teachers use this ink is generally not joyous! When a paper is relumed, one finds two lines, one line, or a minus. The latter is usually accompanied by several vivid marks in the margin. These marks certainly make me feel war-like. How different the world uppears when a large liuming plus tops the returned pa|ier! It seems as if you are now ready to conquer the world. A minus and a plus! Both are formed by a red-ink |K n yet what a wide range they bracket. One is low, the other high. I regret to say I am familiar with minuses; however, I still anticipate in English a plus in glorious, fiery, joyous red ink. MYSTERIOUS DISAPPEARANCE Not long ago the entire school was shocked by the news of the mysterious disappearance of one of the most important members of Miss Flora Brewer's wide and varied collection of cats. With her customary forethought Miss Mary Brewer called out the entire Scandinavian police force of Minneapolis and put them on the trail of Doctor Cora J. Best, the well-known naturalist-mountain-climber, who justifies suspicion because of her bad record on that score. On account of her excellent heart (which the Doctor attributes to never having taken stimulants in any form) the suspected alnluctress is easily keeping | T H El I 9 2 7 Jjjfjj a way from llie “cops. As the guardians of the law succeed in reaching the top of one mountain, they find Ur. Best dancing gaily on the peak of the next. The latest idea for the chase has l een to let loose a bevy of Northrop girls who could speedily bring the criminal to justice. M. J. M. THE LUNCH HOUR (AS WITNESSED AT THE SENIOR TABLE) 12:01—C. Williams arrives and pushes in all the chairs to ascertain the position of the table-legs. 12:02—She chooses her chair. 12:03-12:04—The mob descends from wash loom. 12:05—Miss Carse begins grace. 12:051 —P. Griflin has reached the last word. 12:06—The rest of the room finish and sit down. 12:07-12:12—We appease our famished appetites with the plate of bread. 12:13—C. Williams leaves to wash her hands. 12:15-12:17—Discussion as to who has already served that week. 12:18—B. Bailey finally gives in. 12:19—The serving-spoons are passed round the table. 12:20—F. Baker refuses both dishes. 12:21-12:22—M. Newhall mashes her food. 12:23—J. Morison remarks on same. 12:25—We decide the weather is too had to go outside. 12:26 -Janet is despatched to Miss Carsc's table. 12:27-12:29- Janet argues. 12:30—Sad return of our delegate. 12:31—M. Newhall passes up for third helping of spaghetti. 12:37—B. Fowler and J. Morison depart to finish their Math. 12:38-12:39—Heavy bets are laid on what the dessert will he. 12:40—P. Griffin wins. 12:41-12:42—Janet’s and Betty's ice-cream is divided. 12:43 12:44—Careful survey is made of all tables in the vicinity for extra dishes of the dessert. 12:45—An appeal is made to Ellen for more. 12:46—Mrs. Coe squelches all further demands. 12:47—C. Williams pockets the two remaining cookies. 12:48-12:50—We saunter downstairs. THE ROBIN By Donna Jane Weinrebe Form III Though the rain is falling, Robin still is calling. Gaily calling. “Cheer up! Cheer up!” all day long. Page Sixty-seven | T H E- I 9 2 7 ljj AN AFTERNOON WITH THE SPORT-LOVING SENIORS Being a short little playlet, intended to show how vigorously, lovingly and earnestly, the girls indulge in their afternoon sports. Time: One of those glorious erisp November af ternoons. 'Hie final bell has just rung for dismissal of classes. A stream of Seniors pours into the gymnasium. They all rush to Miss Svenddal’s Office. Chorus of voices from within that athletic sanctuary: Do we have to change our clothes today. Miss Svenddal? It’s so cold out and.....” Miss Svenddal. wearily: “Yes, yes, of course you have to change for hockey. . Mori son, unanimously pushed forward to In spokesman on account of her practice in making the class’s complaints: “But Miss Svenddal,------ Miss Svenddal: Now don’t argue, Janet. Just run along and get dressed. You've only a few minutes.” The defeated girls reluctantly emerge from the office and slowly turn towards the locker-rooms. One damsel, espying a girl who is not in the unfortunate group compelled to stay that afternoon: Oh. Mary, could you lend me your locker-key today? I had mine set out on the dresser to bring this morning. and then I forgot all about it. I simply don’t dare ask Miss Svenddal again for hers. I’ve done it Page Sixty-right already three times this week.” Upon receiving the key, she tears pell niell down the locker-room steps, but slightly impeded by six or seven girls who are sitting on them, attempting to dress. There is a wild scramble for stools upon which to rest one's recitation-weary body. During the scuffle all hairpins fall out, pins of another sort arc lost, (much to their losers' consternation), the few remaining clean middies are trampled on and besmirched, a few heads knocked together, and the general safety endangered. All voter, clamoring together: “Has any one an extra pair of bloomers? Jane Thompson: “Oh, dear, I left my locker unlocked yesterday for the first time this year, and now both my shoes and my tie are gone. I wish people would stop taking what doesn’t belong to them,”—fixing her neighbor w ith a stony stare. The latter: I didn’t take them. Look, here’s my name in my shoes.” I . Sweet: “Why didn't you lock your locker Jane?” Jane: “Well, you see I couldn't find my key yesterday, so I had to leave the door unlocked to be able to open it today without borrowing Miss Svenddal’s key. 1 can’t afford ten cents every time I take gym. Chorus: “Your right, it’s a perfect crime to charge us that. Why. sometimes when a girl forgets her key, it isn’t her fault at all.” E. I 9 Z 7 f. Newhall: “I know something even worse than that. A few days ago Miss Svcnddal purposely came down here and locked all the lockers that were open, just so that we would have to ask for her key.” Casps of amazement at this underhand deed. P. Sueet: Returning from the opposite side of the room—“Here arc your things, Jane. I found them in an empty locker on the Freshman side.” Jane: “Well, I can't imagine what they were doing ‘way over there.' At this juncture shrieks are heard from one end of the room, ami everyone goc.' to see what is causing the commotion. The disturbing element proudly disclosed a tiny toad, who blinks mildly up at the surrounding circle. It is then that the fertile mind of our class president conceives a brilliant idea. B. Bailey: “Let's take him under one of the showers and watch him jump. There is great acclamation. During the carrying out of this harrowing scheme, the shrill notes of the distardly whistle are heard, and Miss Svenddal’s voice: “Come on up girls. They all run back to their deserted stools, and struggle with some last refractory shoelaces. The second whistle is heard, and the girls stumble up the stairs, still in the midst of tying their shoes. They arrive at the top with laces still dungling, middies half on. bloomers Hopping around the ankles, and ties crumpled in hands. (Otherwise they are models of neatness an l conformity, and present a perfect picture of what the well-dressed athletic girl should look like). Miss Svenddal: 1 thought there were fifteen in this class, and today there are only eight. Where are all the others?” J. Morison: “Dinny is taking a music lesson, and Betty’s gone riding, Shirley went home to wash her hair, and I don’t know what the rest are doing.” At this moment one of the missing girls arrives, fully dressed for departure with her hat and coat on. Miss Svenddal: “Anne, where have you been?” A. Healy: “Oh, I'm not going to take sports any more. Mother said I didn’t have to. if I didn’t want to. The girls heave deep sighs and regard Anne with extreme envy.—“She's coming down to tell Mis Carse.” Miss Svenddal: “No one has told me anything about it, so I think you’d better stay tonight.” Anne departs to the locker-rooms in high dudgeon amid the jeers of her classmates. Miss Svenddal: After surveying the motley array before her: “Jane where is your brown tie? The culprit: “But, Miss Svenddal. I thought it was a Senior privilege to wear red ties. Miss Svenddal. the hard-hearted: Not in gym- nasium class.” A multiple of protests from the offended Twelfth formers whose dignity has so rudely been trampled ’•!■ • Sixty-nine | T H E. I 9 2. on. The inquisitor’s glance roams 'round, and falls upon another victim. “Charlotte, have you no gym shoes? You'll sprain your ankle in those fancy slippers. Charlotte.: Gazing admiringly at her graceful French heels, “These are my gym shoes. Miss Svcnddal gives up in despair, and the whole moh repairs to the hockey field. For five minutes the air is rent ! y feminine cries as the members of each team apply their hockey sticks lustily, at times to the ball but more often to their opponents’ shins. At the end of this time the wind of the decrepit Seniors has given out (from ol l age, no doubt). Simultaneously from every corner of the field comes the mighty question: “Miss Svenddal, how much longer do we have to play. Miss Svcnddal begins: “My gracious! you've just started. There’s half an hour, at least, left.” The over-worked girls stifle their anguished moans, and for fully two minutes more endeavor to make a goal. Then: “I simply have to go now. Miss Svenddal, I have an appointment at four.” “I have to, too. I promised to meet mother. “And I'm going down town. “The dentist said he simply couldn't be kept waiting again.” “I’ll ! e late to my music lesson now. etc., etc., etc. Page Seventy Under this rapid fire, the plucky and long-suffering gym teacher is finally vanquished. She ran only weakly wave her hand in dumb protestation, and mutter futile phrases. The victorious girls have already vanished, triumphant, into the building. Curtain on the desolate scene. •(Non : Our molto i “AH' fair in loir or war !. WAR LUCK The hall of the little old house was buzzing. The Platteville Sewing Society wag having a meeting and from the general commotion one could sec that something unusual was happening. The excitement was caused by a suggestion made at the last meeting that every woman be given the name of a soldier to whom she was to write ami send news during the War. The list of names had arrived, and so every member had come to the meeting. Amid jostling and laughter the little hardworking farmers wives were flitting to and fro. comparing their names as excitedly as girls compare their programs at a dance. One woman, Mrs. Spenser, seemed very happy. She had soft, white hair ami bright gray eyes, and allhough her hands and face were lined from work and worry, the wrinkles disappeared with her beaming smile, which was so evident this afternoon. A gray dress with a full skirt and high waist emphasized the quaintness of the little lady. “Washington Jackson! she exclaimed with delight, when she drew her name. | T H £ I 9 2 7 “He must be from the South. Writin letters to u boy from u big plantution is probably the nearest Si and me’H ever get to go South, and how I love it! No one puid any attention to this speech of Mrs. Spencer's because each was busy talking about her own soldier. This did not bother Mrs. Spenser, however. She went on picturing a dark haired southern boy of nineteen years, with large gray eyes and a low voice. After several hours spent in chatting, the frequent toots of old horns announced to the women that the men had finished their ’business at the general store and would now have to go home. That evening, having persuaded her daughter to do her work for her. Mrs. Spenser sat down to write a letter to her -oldier. The next morning, after many warnings. Mr. Spencer left to mail it in town. A long period of waiting followed. Of course Mrs. Spenser realized that an answer from France would take a longer time than one from Cousin Hettic, who lived one hundred and fifty miles away, but she began to worry when a month had gone by and still no answer came. However, at the end of the fifth week an answer arrived! Although it was short, it pleased Mrs. Spenser very much and made her feel sure that the writer was all she had pictured him. for he had lived on a Virginia plantation. As his regiment was now at the front, he said that he would not have much time to write, but that he would send her papers and a r A T L. E R, 11 letter whenever possible. Their correspondence continued lor a year, during which Mrs. Spenser faithfully wrote letters in return for which Washington Jack-son sent papers and several limes a souvenir. Then came the Armistice, followed by the announcement that he was returning to America. As he was planning to visit, soon after he arrived, some relatives who lived in the Northwest, he suggested that he might stop off in IMatteville and meet the lady who had ! een so kind to him. This idea delighted Mrs. Spenser. She could even meet the boy from the South. Tile day of his arrival was looked forward to by � both Mr. and Mrs. Spenser as well as by their daughter and many friends. Si spent the whole morning polishing the Ford, while the two women scrubbed the house from top to bottom. Finally they all climbed into the Ford and drove to town, feeling very much elated at going to meet so distinguished a visitor. At the station Mrs. Spenser found out that the train was twenty minutes late. This time she spent profitably, however, in telling the station agent and several lazy looking drawmcn about her boy. Even these drowsy men became somewhat interested in the visitor. Finally the station agent leaned back in his chair and slowly drew out his watch. “It'll be here any minute now. Mrs. Spenser. and immediately she heard a distant whistle. After several minutes the train came into sight, but it stopped a half a mile up the track. Page Seventy-one I T M E. 19 2 7 cJZo “Local trains have a way of stoppin' at every cowpath,” thought Mrs. Spenser impatiently; hut at last it did arrive. Giving her hat a hasty jerk, she pushed toward the passenger car. Only one man got off the train. She hurried forward to meet him and then stopped ughast. “Why! Why........” she stam- mered to her hushand, as she clutched his arm. The lone man came forward with a broad grin on his handsome black face. “Heah uh is. Mis Spensah. Ah done come to thunk vo' fo’ what yo’ all has done fo’ me!” Jkan Ckockkk. A LETTER OF PROTEST Dear Father Time; We arc just lieginning another new year, and as we finished the last, I was impressed by the remarkable changes in nature ami wondered why we look upon fall as the melancholy days, “the saddest of the year. The casual observer of Novemlier was impressed by the bareness and desolation without realizing that Mother Nature was getting ready for the long winter months, the below zero weather, and the chilling winds we are having now. She stripped the leaves from the trees to cover the little garden llowers, drained the sap from each twig and branch, and drew it back into the warm sheltering earth. Tie tiny Pa-je Snruiy-tu-o seeds, each with its spark of life, she folded securely into the ground to await the warm spring rains and sunshine for their development. She prepared a soft bed of moss and leaves for the queen lice. With the help of our kind Mother .Nature, the ugly caterpillar, her little spinning wheel under her arm. climbed up on a branch and wove a little cocoon around her body. Through the winter she has her beauty sleep and in the spring will emerge u gorgeous butterfly. loiter Mother nature, the thoughtful mother, threw a warm blanket of snow over her children. Tell me. Father Time, is there any month when more marvelous things arc happening than the one people designate as “dreary November?” By me November has always been welcomed as a relief, a rest from the heat of the summer and a time to sit in the house by the open fire, reading the book I have wanted to have time for all summer. And what fun the little children have roasting apples and popping corn! The week-ends with the football games —could you picture anything merrier than a crowded stadium on a clear November day, and the home team winning? Father Time, I feel that November has been dreadfully misunderstood by so many people because a poet uttered those words “The melancholy days have come, the saddest of the year.” Yours truly, Adelaide Smith. 1 X M EL I 9 2 7 A TEACHER’S DREAM The following little lale is a dream of any geometry teacher. Thank goodness it is only a dream! On the street corners in Minneapolis newsboys were shouting “Extree! Extree! Hart proves 'em (meaning two angles) equal! Extree! Sitting in the fashionuhlc clubs with geometry books on their knees, business men were vainly striving to prove alternate-interior angles equal without a transversal. With compass-shaped compacts in their hands, flappers were gazing longingly at the geometry dresses in Dayton's. What was this rolling down the street? A protractor-shaped Rolls-Royce. In the barber shops the latest Euclid haircut was being given. The House of Representatives in Washington, D. C., had just passed a bill permitting geometry teachers to come and go without expense. All over the world, in China, Siberia, India, and Australia, children were steadily progressing towards the shining goal: the title of geometrist. The whole universe was stretching out its hands crying, “Merciful Heavens! How do you prove alternate-exterior ungics supplementary? Over at Northrop School the girls hud long ago ceased to study anything but geometry and what is more, spent all their time pouring over Euclid. The geometry teacher woke up. Great Pythagoras's CSS canary! was it only a dream? What art' we coming to? Then she wept. Moral: There isn’t room enough in this world for all our hobbies. Mary Cask. THE AIR MAIL A soft thud breaks up my train of thought. I look up to find a small folded piece of paper lying in front of my book. 'Hie air mail is in working order. I undo the paper to read the important news, and behold the question, “What are you going to wear to Betty’s Saturday?” Now this really is an important problem, and after pondering a few minutes, I scribbled on the back of the original. “I don’t know for sure, but I think I’ll wear my black. It’s the only thing I have that doesn’t need cleaning, and, at that, it's no ball of fire.” I turn around to see Mary, who catches my eye with a certain expression on her face which means. “She isn’t looking. Throw it”. I do so. Far up into the air sours the small missive, coming down, unfortunately, on the floor by Mary’s chair. Mary is suddenly taken by a fit of coughing which necessitates her landing almost double. When she recovers, she has my note in hand. Once more I concentrate on the writings of Herodotus. A few minutes later “Polly! in a loud stage whisper interrupts my thoughts. I turn toward Mary. Page Seventy-three | T H EL I 9 2 7 “Right down by your chair,” she hisses. I look down ami see a minute white triangle. Now I am seized by u mysterious coughing spell, and. like Mary, have, when it passed, a note in my hand. How exceedingly noteworthy is this line which greets my eye. standing out clearly against the white page! “Your black is cute. I guess I’ll have to wear my green; its the only one that is decent. My blue jersey's just covered with spots, and I look like an animated elephant in the lavendar wreck.” This time I write on the scrap of paper these few words, meant to l� e cheery and encouraging, “I'm crazy about your green one, but I think your lavendar is cute too. Helen has the most adorable new orange dress. It's two-piece. 1 think she’s going to wear it to Betty’s. The air-mail works admirably this time. The note lands on the table right in front of Mury; but just as she starts to read it, the bell announces the end of the period, and we rush through the door, settling our difficulties verbally and pitying the girls who. perhaps next period, will encounter the difficulties of the airmail. Polly Sweet. ON THE ROCKS People would not ask if I grow lonely on the rocks if they could but try sitting there themselves. Lonely with the sky, and the sand? Never! I’agt SftYHty-four - E I' I lik« it best when the day is cloudy, and a whistling w ind from the ocean whips my face. The great bulky dark grey clouds go lumbering across the sky reluctantly, driven by the ruthless w ind, their character changing w ith every second, so preyed upon are they by their hostile pursuer. Like large, worn, jagged rocks, their reflections show on the squally surface of the grey ocean. The never-ending grey waves rise to a peak, break into a white spray, and fall to rise once more, until, finally, driven nearer and nearer, they are shattered amid foam u|mhi the crags at my feet, only to Ik sucked back again under the water. 'Hie sand seems grey, but out of place here, for it alone, except the rocks 1 sit on, is motionless. The gusty wind leaves no furrows on its hard surface. It is stubl� orn. immovable. Amid all this turmoil I can not sit relaxed and dreaming. It makes me restless and even uneasy at times. Dreaming must wait until another day, when the sun shines benignly down from the sky onto the sea and the sand. My rooks are no longer grey; they are red. the dull red of a clay country. 'Hie sea, as it was before, is divided into a countless number of waves, which rise in a peak, not so high as before, break into white spray, which now fairly glistens, and rise once more. Hut its color is deep, fathomless blue, the blue of the clear, cloudless sky which is stretched from horizon to horizon over the ocean. Like a great cloth it seems, shaded from a light, translucent, almost Il T H e I 9 2 7 faded tint to the deep blue that is deepened still more when the water assumes it. Here I can sit interminably, passive, dreaming, and contented. Charlotte Williams. SPUING FEVER After “The Wind in the Willows A little brown snout nuzzled out of a hole by the river bank and sniffed the vagrant breeze that was twisting along down the stream. The sun was warm, the breeze was cool, and the sky very blue. It looked deep, as if you could jump into it and go down and down and down but still keep on breathing. It was a light sky and the great puffy clouds went scudding through the heavens like enormous balls of milkweed seed, only whiter. The little Mole laid his nose down on the brown earth and let the sun bake it. It felt so hot and the river as it rippled by sounded pleasantly icy. The Mole looked down into the green and brown depths. He couldn't see the bottom but he knew there were slimy rocks and thick mud which he preferred to contemplate from the bank. He wriggled contentedly and shifted his position so that the wind would blow his fur the wrong way. How good this fell! Much nicer than his earthy hole, though he did enjoy his home. He had been cleaning house when the weather had called him out. Those tea cups would have to wait. Clean cups when spring had arrived! No! His soul rebelled. For spring had arrived. He heard her running with the river, winging with the winds, and the very sun was saturated with her. The alder hushes were budding. The Mole examined one that was close to his hole. The shiny brown branches were tipped with green. He wondered if the bush would shade his door too much, “Oh, well, I don’t care if it shades the whole house. I do like this sun!” And yet what was the matter. 'Hie river was moving, the breeze was moving, the clouds were moving, and here he sat. Oh, to be up and away! Just to go! Not anywhere in particular, but to move on. He thought he would like to fly. It would be fun to catch up with a cloud, and sitting on it. blow along with it. It would l e good to swim if he didn't get too much water up his nose. He couldn't quite decide how he wanted to go. Perhaps he wanted simply to disintegrate and blow with the clouds. lust blow, blow, blow. “Well, hello. Ratty.” There in the river was the Water Rat in his little blue boat. “Want to come for a ride?” said the Rat. The Mole did. If he couldn’t blow he could ride in a boat with Ratty. He locked his house and clambered in. and brown river pulled the little lw at out into mid-stream. “Ohe we're off. Spring is here. said the Mole as the sun poured down on his back and the wind blew up his cars and he trailed his paw in the river. Janet Morison. Page Seventy-file T H EL I 9 2 7 T A T L E FCHl This good looking young woman is ccr-lainly finding something uproariously funny Wc have a slight suspicion that she's merely a trifle amused at some of our quaint Ameri can customs. We’re fearfully sorry. Made moiselle, hut you know not every country can possess a Georges Sand. It is easy to guess the identity of this athletic lass, straight from the land of fiords and skijoring. However, we can not refrain from asking if it was then that she learned the “prone-fall’ position. None of us could fail to recognize the earnest young girl in the brand new cap and gown. Yes. girls, she is just fresh from the inspiring words of I . Ovidius Naso and his fellow conspirator. Publius Vergilius Maro. This accounts no doubt, for the virtuous expression. rage Seventy-six 20 Would you ever have thunk it? (No, we wouldn't have either). Poor little Elizabeth Sadley, already hearing the weight of the world on her shoulders! Please note the lively geometric curves of her collar. If we didn't know the English propensities of this charming damsel, we would certainly say that she had mathematical tendencies. Who but a student of Aristotle could keep that blooming flower box balanced in such a precarious position? There simply must In- such a thing as capillary attraction. The extremely pretty young lady, (right, above) was known as Elizabeth Carse. This, again, is a picture of our revered principal. But oh, such a change from the carefree girl above! The sad difference is occasioned, of course, by the fact that someone has just informed her that Northrop School is here waiting for her. Page Set entyseven the: 9 2 7 PLUSES The other night I thought queer things As I lay in a stupid doze. Pluses were given everywhere In this dream of sweet repose. There were pluses for riding and basketball, Pluses for telling jokes. Pluses for laughing and dancing. Just think what joyous folks! Pluses for whispering and note-writing. Pluses for hockey, too. Fail slips were almost unheard of. Except for those who were blue. Page Stvenly-cighi 2Q ©as Twu a quarter of eight when I awoke From this strange dream of rest. I had to get up and run to school For u three hour mid-year teat. Bechtol. NIGHT WIND It was night and all was quiet; A brer e came blowing over the hill. And it sang to me as I sat at my window and listened. I heard it sing of meadows far away. Of flower strewn fields and golden grain. Of purple ocean waves with white night caps. And great birds dipping across the sky Calling for joy. While dreaming of those 1 fell asleep. Betty Bean. Form IX. BEACONS 0, keeper of yon lower light Dost know the trust you Iwar? Dost know that ships which pass at night. Through weather foul and fair. Must skirt each rock and gloating height By your effulgent Hare? 0, keeper of yon upper light Let not those gleams die low! Through grief and joy, through calm and fright Maintain your beacon's glow! Thus keep your faith by day and night With those who toss below. A. Fraser. T H E. I 9 Z 7 css T GHOSTS I SHOULD LIKE TO MEET I should like to meet the ghost of the man who traded a keg of whiskey to an Indian for Manhattan Island. I should like to show him the people burrowing in dark tun nels between huge skyscrapers that shut out the sunlight and the breath of heaven. I should like to have him hear the roar and the clash and clang of the “l,s” and the trains and subways and street ears and automobiles and newsboys and factories and people. I should like him to see the people throwing up their hands before a mask and a gat on every street corner: the automobiles speeding away from gory bodies, the troops of men walking in the front door of a prison nnd walking right out the back door. I should like him to see Tammany Hall, and the mayor of New York, and the tuhloid newspapers. Then I can see him going back and beating up the ghost of the Indian who cheated him out of his keg of whiskey. I should like to meet the ghost of Wordsworth, to show him the dirty squalling babies lying on the broiling fire escapes of filthy tenements. I want him to sec the rough, tough little girls playing in the streets, the gang of hoodlums that hang around the gas house, learning to be cleverer and cleverer at picking pockets, and holding up gas stations. I want him to see the little snobs of rich children, and the idiocy of adolescent youths. Then I want him to go back and weep over his ghostly piles of poetry about children. I should like to meet the ghosts of the men who drew up and signed the Declaration of Independence, particularly Jefferson,. and have them survey the present governmental system of the United States. Then I should see Jefferson sell not only Ixiuisiana but the whole country back to Napoleon, and I should see Hamilton carefully loading the pistol of Aaron Burr. I should like to meet the ghost of Paul Revere, riding by night, and show him all of these things, and then see him pull up his mare and take her back to the stable. I should like to meet the ghost of the man who thought up these theme topics. Siiiri.ky Woodward. Page Sevtniy- int (the: I 9 Z 7 SCHOOL « NORTHROP SCHOOL SONG Northrop Srho il oner more we creel thee Standing firm and � ure Looking bravely to the future May thy fame endure. Thou ha giv’n u noble «i� ion All that’ pure and ju� t All that' honest. true and lovely Hold we in our tru� t. Ivied wall and (.lately turret Standing there apart Yet within the bu� y current Of the city'a heart. Tell thy meaning, tell thy watchwotd To the pacing throng Womanhood in all it beauty Vift'ooa, true and strong. Tt’Nr.: then Johnny Comes Marching Home When team come marching on the floor. Hurrah! Hurrah! We'll give them a hearty welcome then. Hurrah! Hurrah! The girl will cheer, the girl will about. The faculty will all turn out And we'll all feel gay. When the team come marching on. Get ready for the tournament. Hurrah! Hurrah! We’ll give the winning team three cheer . Hurrah! Iluirali! It mean more points toward that old cup; Now watch the wav the score mount up. So all do your best in the tournament. Rah! Rah! raSc Eiyhly SONGS Trm: C.iuHiom King Oh. we at Northrop School lane all the sports there are; We play hockey. Irani , and basketball. And our team are he t by far. No one shall beAl u� ! Victory or die! And we'll five the grand old cheer, girts, When the team go marching by. Tu«: Sfhool Days Welcome. Welcome. Northrop bids you welcome. Come in and join in our happy � ing. Ijfl up your voices and let them ring. Mere's a fine toast. Mis, Carte. m dear. Mere's a fine toast to all teachers near; Mere' a fine toast that brims with cheer For parents of Northrop School. ACROSS TIIE FIELDS Across the field of white ami gold. Northrop colors fly! Cheer on cheer like solley thunder Echoes to the sky! Northrop spirit ne er lacking Crowing more and more W e'll play the game and be the same, Oh Northrop forever morel Janet Morison.............................President Frances Baker .......................Vice-President Mary Case.................................Secretary Eugenia Bovey.............................Treasurer Margaret Louise Newhall........Editor of the Taller Anne Ix e.............. FACULT1 Miss Bagicr Miss Mary Brewer Miss Flora Brewer Miss Ferebec Charlotte Williams .Chairman of Entertainment Com. Virginia Little...Chairman of Welfare Committee Dorothv Sweet.....................Head of Athletics Mary Louise Sudduth......Captain of the Gold Team Alice Tenney............Captain of the White Team . . . . Head of Junior Sports Advisers Miss Sad ley Miss Brown Miss Svcnddal Miss Pease Class Presidents Barbara Bailey.............................Senior Class Florence Roberts...........................Junior (.lass Nancy Van Slyke.........................Sophomore Class Helen Beckwith....... Ruth de Vienne. First Term............Freshman Class Eleanor Bellows. Second Term..........Freshman Class Virginia Helm...........................Eighth Form ...........Seventh Form Page liighty-oiv TATI.FR board Margaret Louise Newhall, '27 Martha Jean Maughan, ‘28... Alice Fraser, ’29............. Jean Crocker, ‘28............. Mary Atkinson, ‘29............ 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