Northrop Collegiate School - Tatler Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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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.

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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

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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