Northrop Collegiate School - Tatler Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

Text from Pages 1 - 78 of the 1930 volume:

cpi-Leccy C9__________'v % N ICO (DINNjeAPOUS puenc ueoAttV THE 1930 TATLER PUBLISHED BY NORTHROPSCHOOL tfHC viasn '9 sc r • • • i • • • • • • • • e Lt £c+£t y To Mademoiselle Bagier, whose good spirits and ever-ready interest have brightened our school days. THE CLASS OF 1930 Eleanor Bellows President of the League Ruth Alberta Clark President of the Senior Class Helen Woodhull Editor of the Tatler Marjorie Osgood Vice-President of the League Ca- Pilgr Sc till Pa r Eight Page 1XI itc Jean Steele Frances Lee ft Edna Nagell Betty Thrall Page Ten Our Outline of History OUR history as the class of 1930 here at Northrop is nearly complete. We have now only to receive our diplomas, and we shall be launched into the world from a place in which we have spent some of the most worthwhile and enjoyable years of our lives. Always we have looked forward to and eagerly awaited that day when at last we should receive those parchment scrolls. But as our graduation draws near we realize that it is not a perfectly happy occasion—this leaving our good old school. Northrop has meant more to us than w'c have realized. Its spirit has taken root in our hearts. But on to our history. In 1920 there were three of our present class together in second grade under Miss Thompson’s careful tutelage, Bestie, Ginny, and Ellic. How we did love to sit in the front row in chapel and to lead the school into the big room ever)' morning! Having gained the rudiments of knowledge, we passed on to Miss Larawa and third grade with Bestie lost from the ranks. Marj joined us the next year under Miss Marzolf and struggled through Geography and French beginnings with us. In the next year with Miss Wit beck and the famous autograph book we learned to write polite letters; it was in this year that Bestie returned, never again to leave us. 1924 saw Hetty, Francie, and Betty T. added to our ranks and the class of ’30 established on the second floor with Miss Keel. What a grand and glorious feeling it was to be on the same floor with the big girls! In the next year we entered the League, and people began to speak of the class of 30 as those bothersome little pests.” Poor Miss Pease; what a life she must have led! Eighth grade and Miss Fcrcbee came next with Edna. Mim, and Ruth with us. Although we won the captainball scries, this year was a not too creditable one for us. We turned the Plaza Shoppe into a lunchroom and played many unnecessary tricks, the consequences of which were much sorrow. Marian joined us in Miss Brewer’s room when we were Freshmen—a year filled with good deeds marred by that memorable April Fool’s Day .when paste was discovered on the Faculty Room doorknob, glycerine in the ink, spearmint gum in Miss Sadlcy’s room, and coffee grounds in the cocoa. Strangely enough we were suspected—and punished. As sophomores in ’28 we distinguished ourselves in athletics particularly; our being runners-up for the basket ball championship was not the least of our honors. Ruth walked off with many riding prizes. Hetty managed Rides and Hikes” valiantly, Ellie struggled through League minutes, and Miss Sadley was our firm but very jolly monitor. Returning as Juniors last year we found Jeannie, Puddv, and Heppy with us; Snickie came in the middle of the year, and our group was complete. This year was our first with Mademoiselle (who confessed just the other day that her bark was worse than her bite), and we all, including Mile. B., weathered the storm pretty well. Athletically we were most successful, winning the much coveted cup. Ruth was a splendid treasurer for the League. Hetty made announcements at lunch again, many of us starred in Maytime, and we began to grow up into our more exalted positions—though one who had seen other classes remarked that we were kinda young.” X'e closed the year successfully with a grand and glorious dance called a Junior-Senior. And now we’re Seniors in a new and very beautiful Senior Room which has made this last year even more pleasant than other Senior years. Nothing need be said about this last year except that we have meant well.” It remains only to thank Miss Bagier for her patient forbearance, her unfailing friendliness, and her constant help throughout our closing year at Northrop, and to thank Miss Carse for her careful guidance through all our school years here. Eleanor Bellows Mary Best Page FJei rn f Nancy Stafford, Sally Connell, Barbara Neu man, Ruth Barney, Catherine Warner, Penny Gillette Manena I,ilk. lane Helm, Elizabeth Junkht, Virginia Lindsay, Alice Benjamin, Lorraine Stuart, Louisa Hineline Emily Douglas, Barbara Southall, Gertrude Swanson, Virginia Helm, Betsy Stmut, Betty Miller, Betty Bean School Calendar September 16 Opening of school. On entering the lower hall we arc confronted with the handsome new staircase, a gift from Mr. and Mrs. Helm. Upstairs the class of 1930 hasten to their new Senior Room and place their books in the nifty new lockers, gift of the class of 1929. Classes begin to the accompaniment of thunder on the left,,” indicating the new west wing in process of construction. This is a gift, too. At least it has been made possible by many givers of money, time, and thought. We learn that the furnishings and equipment of the new gymnasium arc from Mrs. Velie, in memory of Mr. Vclic, one of Northrop’s most loyal friends. September 26 Old Girls’ Party for the New. May I have a middy, please? And an apron for Louise? She needs great big bumbershoots For luncheon-time as well as boots. Thus the Sophomores gave their skit Of Hoover Shop—it was a hit! Sevenths” met Seniors not a few, Starting crushes (I think that’s true), At Old Girls’ party for the New. October 18 Horse show. November 6 Address by President Neilson of Smith College. November 11 Armistice Day program. November 15 Parents’ and Teachers’ luncheon; book exhibit and sale. To Open House came parents and friends Who found for their investments good dividends. November 27 Thanksgiving program. November 28-29 Thanksgiving recess. December 9 League of Nations film. We saw motion pictures of that world-famous League Founded by Wilson to end war and intrigue. December 20 Christmas play. For fuller account see following pages. Miss Carse wrote it and produced the lovely color and light etfccts which transported us out of the realm of everyday happenings into one of beauty and mystery. Miss Smith’s musical settings, interpreted by the chorus, brought heaven nearer to earth while we looked. Betty Bean was the Madonna, Eleanor Bellows the children’s angel. December January January January January 21-January 6 Christmas holidays. 9 Bishop of Aberdeen and Orkney speaks. 17 Fourth grade program. 24 Third grade play. 29-31 Exams. Pj.tr Thirteen Puzzled heads and bleary eyes. Thoughts of Christmas, many sighs; Docs scratching heads bring inspiration? X'hat is x? Elucidation! Thus the Midyears come and go Having made to sink or float Many a girl’s report card boat. February 11 League dance. February 12 Lincoln’s birthday. February 14 Seventh grade Robin Hood play. February 19 Motion pictures of Germany. February 21 Patriotic program. February 27 Fifth grade French play. March 3 Parents’ and Teachers dinner; opening of new gym. At last came the longed-for basketball game. When was established the new gym’s fame. There were stunts and clogging and songs galore. And Senior triumphed over Sophomore. March 7 Eighth grade plays. March 11 Sister Dagmar Ruin. March 14 Chinese music by the Sixth grade. March 19 Talk by Miss Adams of Mills College. March 20 Two plays, ’’Backstage’’ and Saved.” The Dramatic Club gives its first production, two plays. Saved and Backstage, from the proceeds of which we pay the first installment on the new grand piano, a recent acquisition made possible by the generosity of Mr. Foster. Have we forgotten to speak of the Dramatic Club? It is quite a new organization, born in February. There are about fifty members, who plan to act, design costumes, and perhaps make scenery, all under the able direction of Miss Carsc, Mrs. Foulstone, Miss Shomlcr and Miss Glasscr. Maybe next year they will write a play. Who knows? The elementary school has written several and produced them, too. See following pages. April 21 Second grade play. April 21-31 Easter holidays. April 18 Good Friday. April 23 Program of Russian music. April 24 Dr. MacMillan speaks. May 9 Rhythm program. The Russian play—a triumphant evening for the fuller description of which see following pages. We confidently assert that not many schools have produced a Chauvc Souris entertainment so original and so attractive. Of course, we had expert direction and assistance. Miss Smith’s unique musical gift for the chorus, Miss Shomler’s skill for the quaint dances, and Miss Carsc for everything from scenario to scenery, enthusiastically seconded by Miss Glasscr, the art students, and Mrs. Foulstone. Even the English department was persuaded to attempt a jolly Shakespearean curtain raiser. And everybody—girls, faculty, and mothers—worked on the gay foreign costumes for which Miss Carsc selected the materials, made the designs and did the tricky bits of execution, for example the bride’s bejewclcd headdress. Pa e-Fourtrcn May 10 Sophomore-Senior picnic. May 16 Creative music program by the orchestra. May 21 Field Day. May 29 Junior-Senior dance. May 30 Memorial Day. June 2 Last chapel for the Seniors. Senior and Alumnae luncheon. June 3 Graduation exercises for the class of 1930. The Seniors feel important—for they have been feted By dances and picnics—of course they’re elated. Goodbye, hall duty and shepherd’s pic, We love you still but we’re alumnae! The Opening of the New Wing THE event of events took place March third this year. What a thrill we all had when the new wing was formally opened, hirst of all, to celebrate the memorable occasion, the parents and faculty had dinner, green peas 'n everything, including speeches. The girls made merry with their athletic banquet, green peas, too, but no speeches—only a rather shaky attempt at song by the seniors. Alas, we fear they will never be grand opera stars although they do not lack the temperament. After dinner the parents filed down to the auditorium, (that's our dress up name for the old gym), where they saw a group of dances. The freshmen appeared as pirates and as Raggedy Ann dolls, the laugh hit of the evening. The sophomores made us dizzy with a country whirl; and the seniors presented a clever, rather strenuous Little Annie Roonic clog. After much applause and no encores everyone tried to find seats in the balcony of the new gymnasium. The overflow of those who simply couldn't squeeze in the balcony lined up downstairs along the walls of the gymnasium; the girls all sat on the floor along one side. After everyone had found a place, each class of the junior and senior high schools gave a short stunt. The seventh form had a fashion show of the costumes worn by the athletic young lady of the gay nineties. Songs were sung by the eighths. The freshmen, resplendent in white duck trousers, blue coats, and blue berets, proved satisfactorily that they could march and sing better than they could inveigle tunes from dishpans and combs. For a snappy, collegiate stunt we take our hats off to the sophomores. Who but they would have thought up such a clever spelling block? For something ingenuous and humorous the juniors are to be congratulated. They wished to show us that we have been unjustly accusing them of not being athletic. They brought us such sporting celebrities as Helen Wills, Bobby Jones, and the Prince of Wales to prove their point. Last but not least, the seniors presented a snake dance and songs before the championship game of the school basket ball tournament, which was played off by the sophomores and the seniors this year. Both teams put up a hard fight. The seniors were handicapped by having only one substitute, while the sophomores had almost two complete teams. After periods of anguish and of hope for both sides, the seniors came out victorious with the score 38-19. The gymnasium and balcony were decorated with the senior pennant and those of past graduating classes, and with the class colors of both the sophomores and the seniors. And so ended, with the last cheer, not just another basketball tournament, but the gala opening of our new gymnasium and west wing. PjX' Fifteen Ruth Albfrta Clark The Christmas Play THIS year the Christmas play was an exquisite story written by Miss Carsc. The school has never witnessed a more beautiful performance. It is Christmas eve. In a small house in a small German village the mother has finished her tasks for the night and, in the fading light beside the warm fire, sits down to rock her child as she awaits the return of her husband from his farm work. Her song grows slower and slower, until both mother and child are asleep. With a flash of warm light an angel appears—a children’s angel with flowers in her long hair. She bids the child come with her to see the place where, years before, the Christ was born, and the child, in mute adoration, follows the lovely apparition. In the hills of Bethlehem stand the child and its celestial guide, who calls to other little children. From far and near they come, in their little white nightgowns, holding tiny lighted candles. Soft voices of shepherds arc heard in the distance. As they wonder at the strange new light a great voice resounds bidding them go to Bethlehem to find the Messiah. As they proceed, the shimmering sound of camels’ bells and the soft thud of hoofs announce the approach of three kings. The voice bids them go likewise to Bethlehem and. humbled, they pass upon their way. The children and the angel arc now before the manger, where Mary is kneeling in adoration of the Child. With them are grouped the shepherds and the kings, who sing softly as they kneel. With wondering face, Mary repeats the magnificat and then, realizing her audience, bids them receive this king 3S their own, and gives a blessing in His name to all who shall learn to love Him. Now we are back in the peasant cottage. Christmas bells arc ringing clear across the snow-crystaled world, and the mother awakes with a start from her place beside the fire to find her husband just returning with a fine green tree for the Christmas festivities, and bustles about to prepare for church; but the child, still dreaming of her wonderful vision, bids her parents listen to her story. The father and mother kneel as the light becomes dim. and before them is the tableau of the manger—Mary with the Divine Child upon her breast, and the Christmas angel and the little children, Joseph, the shepherds, and the kings before this, their King. Betty Bean Paxf Se ten teen The Russian Program THE Russian program, developed from the singing, rhythm, and dramatic interests in the school, was an unusually beautiful production. Russia has been so much discussed and pictured lately that our pageant was most appropriate at this time. The curtain-raiser, Pyramus and Thisbe,” from Midsummer Night's Dream,” deserves a great deal of credit, a good share of which goes to Miss Brown for the way in which she brought out the girls' ability. For although the majority of those who took part had never really had a chance to act before, they were so amusing and delightful that their names are now inscribed on the dramatic roster of the school. The well-known tale of the Athenian workmen who tried (and how artistic was their attempt!) to portray the tragic story of Pyramus and his beauteous” Thisbe thoroughly entertained Duke Theseus and his famous court. The aspiring laborers decked themselves out as the two lovers, a wall, moonshine, and a lion. With extraordinary efforts and passionate fervor they played their roles. Following the death of the fated pair the two performed a berga- mask for their patron and once more died, this time covered with imaginary rose petals which the remaining players strewed. The colorful beauty of the Russian scene was quite a contrast to the somewhat hilarious playlet. The curtains parted to show a peasant town on a holiday. The villagers presented a vivid picture with their vari-colored headdresses, skirts and blouses as they stood singing the lovely Russian song, The Bells of Novgorod. As the song ceased a dashing postilion arrived to display his attire and to dazzle all the girls. 1 le succeeded in doing both but only with sharp reprimands from his mother. A solemn wedding party appeared, the bride and groom handsomely arrayed, and disappeared into the church. Meanwhile the young people and children rmused themselves with familiar dances and Page Nineteen games, and lively couples entertained the group. At last the wedding ended and the members of the party joined the festive crowd. A young girl who had been educated in a boarding school shocked the neighbors by dancing the polka, which she had officers in town. Her parents were about to disown her when what did she do but fall in a faint. While the parents blamed each other, Katinka arose, and so delighted they were to sec her well, they granted her permission to marry. The father and mother, as well as some townspeople attempted to master the new step, but with small success. The bridal company did a figure while a vivacious pair tried to keep the bride and her husband apart. As their dance ended, the dancers gradually left the scene of action, and dreamy Parasha came forward to sing of her former happiness and present hopes. As night fell on the little village the peasants once more joined in singing The Bells of Novgorod,” to the accompaniment of their own Russian church bells. Helen Wooijhull THE LAUGHING CAVALIER A flash of scarlet along the road, A waving plume, and some lace. As a cavalier galloped swiftly by. With laughter on his face. His silvery sword gleamed bright In the warming noonday sun. And his steed pressed on with might, Eor his venture just begun. And he was ever ready his sword to bring Gladly and without fear In loyal defense of his sovereign king— The Laughing Cavalier. THE ROUNDHEAD No waving locks, no plumes or lace. No horses or courts so gay. Only a solemn, unsmiling face. And homespun of drabbest gray. Not on a thoroughbred horse did he go But humbly on foot to fight the foe. And for a good cause his aid was lent To help and fight for Parliament. Nancy Lou Mackall Form VII Puxr Tunity We Go to School, or Try To COME on, Lorraine. We can make it if we hurry. Oh, dear!” You mean if the car starts,” gasped Lorraine as we rushed out to the garage. If it starts,” she repeated with, a rather nasty voice that clearly indicated her doubt. Upon reaching the garage we both hurled ourselves against the sliding door, and after much grunting and suggestive mutterings on our part it finally gave way to us and admitted the pale morning sunshine to the dark interior. I seated myself at the wheel and spent the next few minutes in frantic action. The stubborn car refused to start in spite of my energetic use of the choke and the gas. Suddenly, without any warning it snorted rebelliously, and then with a weary gasp, trembled and became still. This was not the least bit encouraging, and the fact that the hands of my watch pointed to ten minutes after eight was not consoling. A dreary silence followed. Well?” demanded Lorraine, impatiently, standing by the door. I'm sorry, but I’m afraid it’s flooded,” I replied in a tired voice. Very flooded,” I added as a sad afterthought. Well, I wish you’d get that four-wheeled apparatus out of this place so I can shut the door. The air is not as balmy as it might be, and besides. I’m not enjoying—” I hope you don’t think I’m enjoying this,” I interrupted rudely. If you don’t want to wait for me, you can walk!” This, of course, was absurd, but I had broken two fingernails, my efforts to start the car had proved futile, and my patience was exhausted. At a quarter past eight, I again endeavored to battle with the engine. Oh, unlooked-for joy! The car was vibrating horribly, but it was running and two minutes later, Lorraine was shutting the door after my surprising exit. We finally escaped from the driveway into the street, a process accomplished by a sickening, jerky motion and the grating of fenders along the side stone wall when we came too near it. Two happy girls proceeded onward rejoicing. The next thing to worry about was the question of going by land or by lake. It was necessary to go the quickest way possible. Lorraine suddenly decided for me by jerking the steering wheel to the left, thus directing the car toward Lake Harriet, and also toward another car which had crept unseen around the corner. We escaped from this situation with only two badly dented fenders and a stony glare from the occupant of the other car. Want to drive, Lorraine?” I queried icily, eyeing a large mud puddle in the center of the road. Lorraine merely smiled at me, sweetly, one of those tactful smiles a person bestows at such a time. The winding road embracing Lake Harriet and Lake Calhoun was passed without further incident. It looked as though we might really get to school after all. As we approached the semaphore at the southeast corner of Lake Calhoun, Lorraine implored me to put on the brakes. Keep still!” I hissed, not listening to her. I’m trying to memorize that sonnet.” At the same moment I slid by a very obvious stop sign. I realized my mistake too late, for a sharp whistle warned me to stop by the side of the road. A huge, red-headed policeman in a shiny blue coat strode toward us angrily. ”Sa-ay, where do you think you’re going? he demanded. Pane Tuenty-one School,” I answered meekly, keeping my eyes glued on a bug mashed to the windshield. We arc in an awful hurry.” ventured Lorraine. No! he ejaculated. Don’t tell me anyone going through a semaphore only forty-five miles an hour is in a hurry. Oh, no! Or perhaps, he added, you saw thi; sign but you didn't see me.” He smiled very slowly, very sarcastically. Words rushed to my mouth, but I knew better than to say something I was going to be sorry for. So I repeated as nonchalantly as possible: Yes, we are in a hurry. Won’t you please decide what you are going to do right now? There was a purpose behind my fast driving, you know.” He looked startled and I heard Lorraine smother a giggle. Well, 1 guess you can go, but don’t let it happen again,” he cautioned, and when I glanced at his scowling lips, I decided I wouldn’t. We reached school three minutes and one second later. Better late than never,” croaked Lorraine, as we fled up the endless stairway. We confronted Miss Sadlev, late but triumphant, at twenty minutes to nine. But our triumph was short-lived. Miss Sadlcy eyed us disapprovingly and in a stern voice made us understand that we were not to be tardy again. Crestfallen, Lorraine and 1 made our way to the cloakroom, each secretly thinking how unsympathetic a person could be, when she didn’t understand. After all, she should have been glad we arrived when we did. However, she didn’t seem the least bit glad to sec us, not the least bit, we reflected, gloomily. Oh, well, life is like that at times. Laura Van Nf.st Turnly-tuo A glimpse of tlx- rhythms clast, hi which the Seventh Form girls arc developing f x-ir bodies and their imaginations as well in the poetry of motion.” What a pity that the camera does not reveal the charming pastel colon of their dance frocks! Page Twenty-three Tenth Form in Ncu■ G) mnaiinm BASKETBALL TEAMS SENIORS JUNIORS SOPHOMORES Forwards— Cook Barney Gould Fraser (capt.) St rout Bulklcy Thrall Bean Knoblauch (capt.) Shaw Guards— Osgood Benjamin Belcher Lee Connell (capt.) Jaffray W’oodhull Southall Roberts Substitutes— -Best Falk Adams Ragland Junkin Brown Wood Lindsay Hopwood FRESHMEN Hardenbcrgh (capt.) Alder Rizcr Dalrymplc Massic Hinclinc Dodge Merrick Gilman L. Walker hockey teams Center forward SENIORS Fraser JUNIORS Stuart SOPHOMORES Bulk lev FRESHMEN D. Anson Right inside Cook (capt.) Gillette Shaw Alder Left inside Nagel 1 Landon Knoblauch Rizcr Right wing Thrall Barney Jones Sparks Left wing Bellows and Steele Southall Brown Jewett Center halfback Woodhull Bean Jaffray Hardenbcrgh (capt.) Right halfback Osgood Lindsay Belcher McCarthy Left halfback Kemp Benjamin Roberts Dalrymplc Right fullback Blackley Falk Gould (capt.) L. Walker Left fullback Lee Flincline Adams Dodge Goal guard Best Connell Gluek Burnet Substitutes Junkin Miller Wagner Driscoll Ragland Wood McLaughlin Baker Scrivcr Kelly Sweet J. Walker Gilman P F Turnly-fiie Class Songs SENIOR CLASS SONG • (Tunc of Notre Dame Marching Song”) Here’s to Seniors Os-good as Best, O’er Hill and Lee they pass each test; The sweet tRuth cnThralls the sky, Bellows our banner ’way up high. With Hep and Het and Pud and Mim Affecting us like so much Gin. Doey defeat loom Blackley? Na-gells, Victory for hearts of Steele. JUNIOR CLASS SONG (Time of The Vagabond Song”) Girls of the Junior class. Will you let the others take from us the victory? Hear the Junior chorus; sweep the foes before us. Ever on to victory. Onward, onward, on against the foe; forward, forward, the Juniors’ banners go- Hear the Junior chorus; sweep the foes before us, As we march to victory. oo SOPHOMORE CLASS SONG (Time of ’'Minnesota March”) March on, march on, to victory. For the fame of the Sophomore Class. So all may recognize our glory. We’ll fight our very hardest to the last. Rah! Rah! Play hard, play hard, and win today. Our team will do its best. The Red and White will help us fight. And all the class will shout Hooray!” Until we win we’ll never rest. FRESHMAN CLASS SONG (Time of Collegiate”) Freshmen, freshmen, yes we arc good sportsmen. In all sports excelling, yes sir! Latin translations, English, Math, equations, And our French, we love it. N’cst pas? Someday we are going to go to college So we are acquiring a lot of knowledge. Always, ever, we want to be the leaders. The best writers and readers 'For good Freshmen are we. oo (Tune of California, Here I Come”) We arc Freshmen good and true. We arc happy, never blue. We always endeavor to do our best. We’re clever. We never fail in our tests. Rah! Rah! Rah! Freshmen now but when we’re Sophs We’ll step right and show the profs That we’ll excel in everything— We’re the pride of Northrop School! o EIGHTH FORM SONG By Bitty Carey Eighth form, you arc going to travel far, along the paths of knowledge. Eighth form, with might you’ll carry on the light of Northrop into college. And if you are lucky enough to pass, you will still be the same old class. Eighth form, to you, forever we’ll be true, and live up to our pledge. PiiXc Turnly-six The Eighth form made a discovery, namely, that on a muddy, rainy spring day the roof of the new uing makes a delightful ikating rink and recreation ground. Plenty of room there for all sorts of lively games. Perhaps someone will start a fund for equipment—bean bags, shuffle board, and what not. Page Twenty-sei en The Freshmansey (With apologia to Homer) Now a the Grecian maid � ai pondering O'er carved desks, upon the Trojan war, Ulystca wandering in the Odyssey, And other great events, which were long past, As one was turning pages of her book She came upon the illustrious part in which The Greek to Hades steer their roomy ships, And seek Tircsias, augur of the dead. To ask what fortunes to them will befall. Sagacious Hsthera. for such her name. Raised up her hand, to Pallas Brown on high. And to that goddess of the gleaming eye Directed her divine and noble prayer: Oh Pallas, blue eyed Pallas, warrior queen, Pray grant this humble wish, I beg of you, That I and others here may straightway go Unto Tiresias, seer of the dead. That he may prophesy our fortunes all. The Goddess Brown in answer to her prayer Nodded her head three times in silence great, A sign that she would help her on her way. Then did the Grecian maids hold counsel on Which ones with Ksthcra should go along. Two days they sat in counsel over this, But on the third day they all agreed upon Four maids who swore to Follow Esthcra. The first was Betty of the Godlike face. Next came the cunning, wily Deborah, Then Catharine, a wise and learned maid. And lastly, Tilia. of the glorious smile. Now while these maids at wrapt in solemn thought. The monarch, Jupiter Carse, had learned the truth That soon the virgins were to journey far; And liking not to have them from hit side Minerva Brown he summoned now, in haste And to her he bespakc the following words: Let not my Freshman maids to Hades go. For they are very young to journey far. The solemn covenant of the League forbid That they should leave a week-day afternoon. And death may overtake them on the way. But Pallas of the gleaming eye replied: Remember, father Jove, that it is now Quite safe to make a journey to the dead For Scylla and Charybdis are no more. Our ships of hurricanes need have no fear. And thus with pleading words Minerva Brown Persuaded Jupiter Carte to let them go. And so a roomy ship was fitted out On which the daring maidens now embarked. They took with them the noble Odyssey With well drawn map wherewith to guide themselves For seven days they sailed and seven nights, Until at last they reached the river Styx And Pluto’s realm, in which the shades abide. Then disembarking, Esthera called forth. Summoning wise Tircsias to her side. Who coming knew her and bespake her thus: Why, oh unhappy pupils, have you left The light of school to come among the shades? Then made the noble maiden answer, thus: Oh, thou omniscient one, it was to hear The counsel of Tiresias that we came. That haply he might tell us of our lives As they will be some twenty years from now. I pray thee grant this gracious boon we ask And thrust away the screen before our eyes. That we may know the fortunes of us all. The two and thirty maidens of our band. Tircsias then these winged words replied: Oh mortal, not for many of thy kind Do I unfold my gift of prophecy. But seldom in this sad and dreary land Do I behold such maidens, young and fair. Ye are the only women who have come Unto this, Pluto’s realm, in all my years. And therefore will I now one glimpse afford Of what the future holds in store for you: I sec the walls and towers of Northrop School, More thickly clad with ivy through the years But entering, I find not Jupiter Carse Guiding the ever great and virtuous school. But learned Catharine of Seybold’s house. And wandering farther on, I see still more. For Jane, the maid of amber locks, is there In place of bold Athene, warrior queen. Then prudent Harriet, conning books of French, And giving of her wisdom to the young. My vision takes me now still farther on Unto a boarding house, in which I see A buxom matron bringing bread and wine Unto a festal board, where tit the rest. The buxom maid is Anne of sturdy thigh. P � ge T u nit -right The Freshmansey (Continued) Who own this hospitable dwelling house. Amoni; the lodgers many are your friends: Louisa and young Franny, bright eyed maids With brush and crayon while the time away. Then Helen, of the large and purple bow Gives lessons in the mighty game called bridge. Sagacious Mary Louise, close by her side, A wise and prosperous lawyer seems to be. Across from her I see fair Marian, The most illustrious actress of the age. Mi hile lastly plumed Fuzzy, glorious maid. And Barbara, her partner, sit and talk Of the interiors that they decorate. And next I sec a sunny circus ring Round which the charming dark haired Barbara Is circling as she stands upon her horse. A moment later Dimpy, nymph-like maid. Comes leading in the lions to their place. While they in terror of their tamer cower. Then, looking toward the radiant sky, I sec Two airplanes, which dart and loop the loop. For in them sit two brave and daring maids; Bold Jane, the Frcshman-qucllcr, in the one. And in the other, Fdith. lithe of limb. But as I watch, they steer their planes away Until they circle o’er the field of play. On which two baseball teams of females strive Fach one to gain the country’s championship. Now there I sec two players known to you, The mighty pitcher, dark eyed Kathalccn And catching, Barbara, all providing maid. Now I must hurry on to where I sec A brilliant night club, dazzling to behold, Within which Deborah, the owner, stands Among her dazzling patrons, watching now The handsome Duke of York who, with his spouse The queenly maiden, Tilia, proudly goes. Around the walls of this great club arc hung Large posters picturing the illustrious queen Of the talkies. Alice, fair of form. I see the next, the station K. T. K.” O'er which wise Jane the announcer loudly cries That now a great stateswoman is to speak. Then rising to the microphone is seen Tall Mary, Minnesota’s governor. As her brave speech it finished, once again The announcer comes to introduce one more. The matron of the school for the insane. Then Kelly, master of persuasive speech. And large of soul, comes forth to make her plea. A beauty parlor next comes into view With throngs of people crowding through its doors While the proprietor, Iona, stands And orders her employes here and there. Among them Henrietta, maid discreet. Within the crowds the mirrored walls reflect, , I sec a beautiful and dimpled maid Hastening toward the doorway, where she finds Her haughty suitors waiting her return With anxious eyes. They arc not merely ten. These suitors, nor twice ten, but many more. : nd seeing further on in Betty’s life. I do predict that she, like Helen of Troy, Will some day cause some noble city’s fall. And then in distant Africa I see A rocky jungle path along the which A group of weary tourist travelers march. Who with the firm of 'Gilman-Hardcnbcrgh' Do undertake, beneath these maidens care. To see all countries and their sights. Which arc full well explained by Fsthcra the wise. And now as they arc journeying along In deadly fear of meeting savages. A sudden someone of their number shrieks. For there before them stand three creatures strange. But Oh! what joy is theirs when they but find The strangers arc good Christians like themselves. And pious missionaries to be sure. And they arc also maidens known to you: Elizabeth, the prudent, F.leanor of winged feet. And Walker’s Jane the good. And this, the last that I may show to you: A little vine-clad cottage by a brook O’cr-toppcd by giant oaks and cypresses. Within, beside the cozy fire, there sits A matron taking stitches, sure and straight, For wise and well-instructed in the rules Of virtuous conduct is Lavinia. And frolicking around their mother's feet In simple happiness her babies play. While smiling at her from his big arm chair Her stalwart spouse contentedly looks on. The seer paused a moment, then went on, Methinks, said he, of all that I have seen Tis she, perhaps, who to life's happiness Has found the golden key. And that is all. For, look, the night is drawing to a close. And Dawn, the rosy fingered child of Morn Doth gild the heavens. Now for me the hour Of rest is come, and you must all away— May Neptune calm the waves, and guide you home. Sagacious F.sthera then raised her voice. And uttered thanks for his most gracious words. Then summoning the four about her, all Embarked again for the long voyage home. Anne Damsympm. Psge Turnty-nine lot m Fit playing their ocernus. Tbty compose their own melodies. t 0 Evening The night fell dark and mild Upon the rippling sea. Everything was quiet and still. Not a sound from the birds upon the hill— Not one single peep, For they were asleep; At rest in their tiny wee nests. The trees, tall and fair, with leafy limbs Branching high in the air Stood stately in the breeze. Nodding and waving their pretty leaves. They courtsicd to and fro, High and low, to the wind. Ai ice W hitney Burton, Form V Prfjr Thirty I A Christmas Experience ONE cold day some girls were chinking of the Community Fund Drive. We thought that girls as well as grown-ups could help the needy. So we formed a club. The way in which we were to make money was to do jobs around the house. We made alphabet cards, wrote stories, and also got together old toys and clothes from our own houses. We prepared dinner, straightened our mothers’ sewing tables, and did other things. We bought four warm blankets, one for each member of a poor family, and a suit of underwear for the mother and two girls. Also we purchased a shirt and tie for the boy, and a shirt for their father. A Thursday afternoon saw us leave school with many boxes. Miss Williams went with us. To the Citizens Aid Building we went. We took the boxes to a room where the things were kept until taken to the family. We went down stairs to see the crippled people having a Christmas party. A large tree, all decorated, stood in the front of the room. Mr. Santa Claus gave a package to each individual. We stayed for a while and watched the presents being passed around. One old lady, we were told, had had her hair in curl papers for a month before the party. Her hair was quite frizzy. They had movies, but we did not sec them. We went home feeling we had had a wonderful experience. Marguerite Ireys Rosamond df.Laittre Corinne Thrall The Country Store Up-toDate ONCE upon a time the country store was a place of quiet and bucolic gossip. Cracker-box philosophers sat about and decided, from the safe distance back of the stove, how the universe ought to be administered. Cobwebs festooned its rafters and mouse traps lay undisturbed. The storekeeper was elderly and leisurely, a father confessor to the village and town clerk and postmaster with time to read all the three postcards that came in the flabby mail bag when the hired boy tossed it from the station buggy.” But look with me into the country store up-to-date. It faces the old common, but there are no carryalls, phaetons or buggies drawn up to the hitching rail. Instead, the Interstate Bus stops regally at its door and in the five-minute wait the blase travelers pile out to drink, and eat marshmallow-nut ice cream combinations at the onyx and marble soda fountain. The ice cream is frozen by electricity on the premises, and any day there is a choice of eleven varieties. They can buy anything even a city drug store would carry—stationery and flashlights, cameras and talcum powder, shoestrings and cigars. Page and Shaw’s and slot-machine gum, magazines, books and New York papers, automobile radiator caps and hot water bottles, water color paints and hairpins. Here they arc, crowded into the shelves behind the ice cream tables, before the telephone booths, (one of which never has worked). The crowd is crowded in. A local prize-fighter in a smart blue and white blazer draws up to the curb in his custom-made coupe and emerges with a ukulele and a chow dog. He shoulders by the admiring village lads in collegiate sweaters and haircuts. A Boston banker, who commutes by Packard, calls in at the door that he would like ten gallons of ethyl. The bustling proprietor leaves his superintcndcncy of a punch board and dodges out through a group of summer campers to compare notes on his new front-drive car with the fifty-mile commuter, and is then button-holed by a school Va e Thirly-one committeeman to ask his opinion of the latest pedagogic wrinkle in the local model school. He leaves because an assistant in starched white coat needs to know where the turtle food is kept. As Mr. and Mrs.” always ends, And so, far, far into the night—.” Times have changed. Marjokil Osgood The Brownies1 Den THE brownies’ den was in a big forest. On one side was a big table with brownies all around. At the other end of the cave were ten little beds of straw. They were all very neatly fixed. Ten little suits of brown were hanging up beside the beds. If you went into their kitchen you would see a little oven made out of bricks. Near by on the wall was a cupboard made out of cedar wood. Inside were ten little bowls, ten little spoons, ten little knives and forks, all set neatly in rows. You would sec many other things the brownies used. The brownies lived very happily in their den. Jane Pillsbury, Form V oo Six Poems EVERY nature lover ought to read Wordsworth’s, The World Is Too Much With Us. In this sonnet he explains how commercial the world has become, and shows how much he resents this fact by wishing that he had lived in olden days when nature was fully appreciated. I often think of this poem after I’ve spent a whole day shopping, and I realize how true the words of Wordsworth arc and how much lime I’ve wasted buying things. When anyone feels fed up with the city and its troubles, he ought to read this poem; and I’m sure he will enjoy it. Alan Secgcr’s I Have a Rendezvous With Death” I like because it beautifully expresses the awful premonition of a soldier who feels that he is going to be killed in the war. The poet describes three ways in which he might die, and each time it is in the spring. There is sadness in his dream of home, and his knowledge that he must not fail his rendezvous. I never tire of reading the poem, because it makes me feel the author's mood. The strength and courage of a man before death is illustrated in Tennyson’s Crossing the Bar.” He had no fear of leaving this world, and when he left he didn’t want his friends and relatives to weep and moan for him. It shows me how much greater he was than the people who fear death, and I only hope for the same splendid courage when I have to put out to sea.” In Vachel Lindsay's, The Broncho That Would Not be Broken,” the mood of freedom is wonderfully described. A young colt, liberty-loving and unbroken, is whipped and bled by horse-breakers until he is killed. While the poem is only the very realistic description of the breaking of a wild colt, I think that it could almost apply to some people who can’t be curbed. I like the author’s treatment of the subject, making the beginning light, gay and free, and the end, the death of the colt whose love of freedom wouldn’t be broken. Sadness is my favorite mood in poetry. The poem I like best, to illustrate this mood, is James Lowell’s The First Snowfall. I love to sec the beautiful picture of the man standing by the window watching the soft snow fall; and also the sad picture Vd e Tbirfy-luo of the grave in Auburn that is conveyed by his thoughts. The conversation between the father and the youngest daughter adds both beauty and sadness. The climax of the poem comes at the end when the father, with closed eyes, kisses his young daughter, a kiss which is really given to her sister under the snow. ’'Grass,” by Carl Sandburg appeals to me because it is so simple, yet so much can be read between the lines. It personifies grass, a novel subject. Everyone is familiar with grass, and yet one doesn’t often stop to think what might be under it. In this poem one thing that grass covers is given—the bodies of the soldiers. After 1 read the poem I picture the cold, bloodv scenes of battle and the thousands of soldiers that were killed and piled into holes in the ground with no markers for their graves. Betty Thrall Crushes FORSOOTH thou must have heard of the word crush. Mayhap during a period of detention, while atoning for some misdeed, such as eating chocolate raisins during class, thou hast looked up this word. Various and sundry hast thou found the definitions to be. Crush, a crowd or press such as that found in the New York suhuays at the rush hour; crush, a clever opera hat which responds to a concealed spring; crush, a cooling drink, such as orange crush, lemon crush, etc. Thou mayest get a lemon crush and not be a lemon, but verily, if thou gettest the kind of a crush of which I would speak, thou art indeed a lemon of the most citrous variety. Listen, then, O Youth of modern time, and I will tell thee its meaning. Thou wilt never find it in Webster’s book. He knew not this word: Crush, that form of hero worship which is most prevalent in high school freshmen, causing the afflicted one to develop various distressing symptoms. I, O Freshmen, having lived through a stubborn case of this malady, in which all the usual symptoms and some quite novel ones were manifested, feel well versed in its workings. Mark thou! I did blush the color of the Senior ties when 1 did behold the back of a certain head massed with yellow, wavy hair. My hands and throat I did find sore from cheering her baskets made in the game on yester eve. In my English themes my teacher did find all heroines, favorite friends, and even dogs, horses, and sail boats named for my crush. Perchance the adored one failed to speak to me while passing in the hall. My heart did turn to lead. When the Yuletidc did approach, I was rent in twain to decide betwixt cuff links and a box of candy for her present and, having courage to give neither, did end by sending a card. From newspapers, from school annuals, and from the kodak books of my friends did I collect pictures of her. With these did I make a fringe around the edge of my dressing table mirror. I did miss the ball and fan out because she was watching me play. Oh! ’Twas a direful condition to be in. If thou hast reached this same stage, there is but one course open to thee. Thou must alter thy state. 1 can in imagination hear thee moan, I cannot. It cannot be. I am undone.” Yea, it is very familiar. But arise, faint heart; look at me. I was even as sore beset as thou arc and now am free. Listen carefully. Hang on my words. Commit thine ears unto me. I will tell thee the magic by which thou mayest rid thyself of the crush and cast it from thee. Cease to blush and sigh. Gargle thy throat. Destroy the fringe of pictures around thy mirror. Send not even a card of greeting. Erase the names in thy books. In short, throw away all that dost remind thee of her. Assert thy independence. Throw off these chains that bind thee. Let the walls resound not with the echoes of her name but with thy new slogan, I’ll crush my crush.” Sally Connell Ps e Thirty-three JMOf-K Jic x rtrj N j ivd ra-cwh iomnf KsINDERCSARJ-EN PI EPFqMAR -FII T -FOI M Pd.Kt Thirty-fur When Pegasus Comes Down w; HEN Pegasus comes down to earth again, no man will know of his approach; there will be no herald of his coming, only a rush of wings swishing the still night air. Like a sail from out the fog, like a sun’s ray which docs not show itself until its pattern is on the ground, he will come, and the enshrouding dusk will creep in and grow darker in contrast to his ethereal whiteness. In all the world there will he only winged Pegasus, poised in an illuminating shaft of moonlight, silhouetted against a sable curtain. Pawing the darkness with one disdainful hoof, he will shake quivering wings to rid them of the tenseness of his long flight, letting loose a cloud of white feathers, their dull silver tips catching glistening silver from the moonbeam, feathers which will float down glittering like a shower of diamonds until they reach the ground where each will lie like white flowers. Psxe Thiriy-iix Pegasus, watching them fall, and not as usual seeing them disappear into space, will suddenly be overcome by the greatness of his daring and the strangeness of his surroundings, and wheeling, the perfect muscles of his tine-boned body working like ripples of water under his smooth, shining hide, will look to the moon as though to assure himself that his old friend is still there, though ever so far away. From th prick of his sensitive ears to the flow of the waterfall of his tail, from the glistening tips of his powerful wings to the fine curve of his hoof, he is a perfect statue in living, vibrant marble. Then, his delicate nostrils quivering as he longs to be off to his favorite haunts among the stars, he will rear high, pawing the dark with straight, strong forelegs, shaking the trammels of the earth from his flawless body—and will be gone. Gone like a light turned suddenly off, with only a rush of wings in the still night air to announce his going. Alice Fkaslr A War Incident LADDIE stood proudly waving his plumy tail as his master, Robert, gave several last strokes of the brush to his already shining yellow coat. His white breast gleamed in the sunlight, and his dainty, long, slim head fondly nuzzled Robert’s arm. Laddie w as a happy dog—the very essence of joy. You could sec it in his soft brown eyes, in the cock of his head, in his whole body that pranced and capered. He was particularly joyful today as Robert had just come back from medical school, where he had been for the past year. Robert unslung his gun from its long resting place and, whistling to Laddie, went for a long tramp in the fragrant Scotch moors which surrounded his home. Laddie, barking dcafeningly, ran hither and yon, chasing rabbits and squirrels when they darted from their hiding places. Oh, it’s good to have you back!” was what Laddie was thinking as he pranced back to Robert for a pat. The sun cast slanting rays on the bright-haired lad and his dog, and the teeming little animal world that inhabited the heather-clad hills of the moors tended busily to the affairs of the moment. Everything seemed happy, gay, and exciting to the dog. He loved to dash after things that ran from him and then rush back with a lolling red tongue hanging out of his mouth to his master for a word of praise. But the scene which is now laid out before us is vastly different. The fitful glare of the rockets casts odd shadows into the narrow, dirty trench and magnifies the terrors of No Man’s Land. Out there everything is quiet and a brooding, watchful silence blankets the whole territory. Inside the miserable little dugout Laddie lies licking his paws to get them warm. An emergency kit full of rolls of bandages bandages neatly packed in a sack marked svith large red crosses proclaims that Laddie has become a serious-minded Red Cross dog. He lifts his head and thumps his tail on the hard dirt floor as Robert enters, wearing a uniform with the badge of the Red Cross bound on his arm. He kneels down and taking Laddie’s head in his hands he whispers, Old boy, we’ve got a lot to do tonight. We’ve got to go over the top.” Adoringly Laddie looks at him, seeming to understand perfectly as Robert tells him of a famous American aviator who crashed only a short time ago in No Man’s Land near their section of the line. And,” he adds, those Germans won’t let anybody get him. But you and I are going out to him and bring him back!” Buckling the Red Cross kit around Laddie’s back, Robert prepares for the long, hard task before him. They plunge out into the gloom of the trench and go over the top. Ptixe Tbirly-iettn Once out in No Man’s Land Robert, knowing what to do from long experience, flattens himself on the ground and Laddie follows his example. They arc at the bottom of a long, low, sloping hill, on the top of which the Germans are entrenched. A little more than half way up the hill is a low dip, extending several miles parallel to both lines. Somewhere in or near this dip lies the shattered airplane and the wounded aviator. Added to the darkness a thin fog helps to obscure Robert from the enemy, who fire seldom and seem rather quiet. The Germans have treacherously broken the treaty of the neutrality of the Red Cross made so long ago and have hindered disastrously anyone trying to get to the injured man. Very faintly a low moan comes to Robert’s ears. Laddie suddenly becomes alert and listens with all his might. “Where is he?” whispers Robert tensely, a very different boy from the one who had spoken so gaily on that happy afternoon of so long ago. Silently Laddie worms his way to a shell-hole, listening all the while. Laboriously, painfully, they gain a few yards. A bullet whines by, perilously close. They’ve spotted us!” Robert moans in despair. A few feet more, a yard, wearily advancing, they take advantage of every possible shelter. A rocket whizzes up, illuminating the whole scene—the grim battle field, the ghostly fog, the cavernous shell-holes. Robert and Laddie strcched out motionless on the ground. The light of the rocket dies, and with it the ghastly scene fades. With regret Robert thinks of his own beloved Scotch moors. On, on, ever progressing, though slowly, the pair press forward, avoiding miraculously the murderous hail of bullets surrounding them. Suddenly Laddie stiffens; his leg has been hit. Poor old boy. It’s only a little farther, whispers Robert encouragingly. Panting and breathless, they slide into the comparative shelter and protection of the dip. They lie there motionless, the dog slightly stunned, and Robert trying to collect his thoughts after the perilous journey. Helping the wounded dog, who tries to lead on to their goal, Robert makes his way to the unconscious aviator. He straps the aviator to the side of the intelligent and courageous dog. With infinite care they grope their way back towards safety, an occasional bullet passing over them. A sudden dizziness assails Robert, and he pitches forward on the ground a few yards from his own trench. True to his Red Cross training Laddie drags his charge to security and then dashes loyally back to his master’s side. A dull, throbbing pain in the back of his head brought Robert back to consciousness. A voice from far away pushed insistently into his bewildered mind. Evidently he didn’t know that he had been wounded and must have gone a long way before he fell.” Opening his eyes, Robert saw a kindly nurse and a doctor standing at the foot of his bed across a great white expanse of coverlets. But what brought him back to reality was the feeling of a rough, wet tongue upon his hand. Turning his aching head he beheld the adoring, soft brown eves of Laddie. Alice Benjamin 'j r Th rly-nnht Work Songs Scrub the porch, scrub the bath-room. Scrub them both quite clean. Scrub them clean and scrub them quick. Yes, quickly scrub the floors. Scrub quick, scrub clean. Scrub, scrub, scrub. Scrub quick, scrub clean, Scrub, scrub, scrub. Scrub the floor, scrub the floor; Scrub the kitchen floor; Scrub it clean and scrub it quick. Yes, scrub the kitchen floor. Bakhara Tayi.or Sew, sew, sew away. To make a dress for dolly. Sew, sew, sew away. And then she will look jolly. Stitch, stitch, stitch. In and out; that’s the way; Stitch, stitch, stitch, Though it takes all the day. Mary Jane Gluek Churn, butter, churn. Quick, quick, quick; Churn, butter, churn, Nice and thick. May Fi.eer 1 love to work, I love to play. But I’m happiest on my busy day. Work, work, work. Play, play, play. Happy while you work Happy while you play. A little work, a little play Keeps you busy all the day. Mary Townsend Plenty of soap and water To make the dishes clean. So happy faces at the table May be seen. Work fast, work fast. And soon all will be done. W'ork fast, work fast. And soon all will be done. Josephine Harper Rake leaves, rake leaves, In a great big pile. Rake leaves, rake leaves, and Then watch Father smile. Rest a while, work again. Work with all your might. Rest a while, work again, and Then build a bonfire bright. Jeanette Gluek Sweeping, sweeping, ’round the house I go. Sweeping in the corners, in and out, just so. In Father’s room and Mother’s room; Brother’s room and mine— Sweeping, sweeping, ’round the house I go. Dusting, dusting, ’round the house I go. Polishing the tables, placing chairs just so. Then putting back the dust-cloth, the dust-pan and the broom— Dusting, dusting, ’round the house I go. It’s lots of fun to sweep; It’s lots of fun to dust. I like to sweep, sweep, sweep. I like to dust, dust, dust. Sally Lou Jones Margaret Ann Atkinson Mary Jane Van Campen PjXc Vurty-onc My First Hop All set?” •’Yeah.” ••Contact.” Contact.” Off.” At each repeated command my thumping heart seemed to easily make up for the revolutions which the motor appeared to be lacking, and as 1 gazed into the blue depths above me, 1 found myself realizing what a pleasant thing firm land was after all. Switch.” Switch.” Contact.” Contact.” A thundering roar and a great rushing of wind filled my cars. I clutched blindly for the friendly cowling, all the while feeling like nothing so much as a Mexican jumping bean as we bounced this way and that over the rough field to gather speed necessary for the take-off. At last the tail came up and then, oh, momentous moment, we were off the ground. Up, up and ever up we climbed. All heaven seemed to be balancing the weight of countless tons on my head, and I expected at any moment to assume the proportions of one of the (I was beginning to think too numerous) pancakes I had had for breakfast. As the ship leveled off 1 ventured a sidelong glance over the edge of the cockpit, but just at that inauspicious moment we banked steeply and the earth, instead of being below where it properly should be, seemed to slide with amazing rapidity up to the left. Then after a few minutes of straight flying, as I was telling myself how much fun I was having and how much I was enjoying myself, we did what in technical circles is called a dive. Again I grasped the cowling and hung on for, as I thought, my very life. Impossible indeed to describe that all gone” feeling which I experienced. The ground seemed to rush up to meet me as the downward plunge lifted me off my seat. At last the wheels touched and again I was bouncing across the field. Katharyn Boynton, Form VIII Awakening I stood alone in a plain. Between the earth and the sky. I wore the clothes of refinement. The garments that gold and silver buy. The sky looked down at the earth. The earth looked up at the sky. I felt quite naked between them In the garments that gold and silver buy. Alice Fraser Paxr Forty-tuo The Apple Woman Splash! Splash! the rain comes down. On the apple woman’s umbrella brown. She’s the only good apple woman in the town And 1 always stop to speak to her. Good morning, Mrs. Jenks,” say I, It’s certainly raining from the sky.” Now really, sir,” says she, ’’Oh my, But how you do jest with me, sir. Are you quite warm, Mrs. Jenks?” ask I. Warm, sir? Never a cold have I. My brown umbrella keeps me dry. What more could I ask, my dear sir? Well I must be going, Mrs. Jenks, goodbye. I hope your umbrella will keep you dry. Ah, an apple? Yes, please. Well goodbye, goodbye.” Goodbye and God bless you, kind sir.” Betty Bean Pj$c Fort)-three In connection with then study of Holland life children of the Third For in u rate a number of little songs, for which they alio composed the music. Dressed in Dutch costumes they presented a picture of school days in Holland. In Holland Little boys and little girls Are running all about. Wooden shoes arc clattering And everybody's out. Beatrice Devany Holland, Holland, Wooden shoes are there, Tap-a-tap, tap-a-tap, Tapping everywhere. Peggy Hedback Little Dutch children When they go to school, Take off their Klonipcn To obey the rule. They sit on long benches. Four in a row. Little girls wear bonnets And sit just so. Jean Dain The windmills turn around and ’round, Whirr-whirr-whirr! To pump the water from the ground. Whirr-whirr-whirr. Ruth Leslie Trials of a Dress Rehearsal n ULIET! Shall you never learn your cue? Romeo has been repeating it for the last five minutes. You're supposed to re-enter now. What kind of a performance do you call this? And you’re from the eighth grade and ought to make a good impression. Remember, your cue is, 'Too flattering sweet to be substantial.’ Get that? Come on now.” The tired director pushed Juliet onto the stage where she promptly tripped herself on her long skirts and fell in an awkward heap at Romeo’s feet. Climbing to her knees, she dramatically cried, Good night, dear Romeo, three words if indeed thy love be bent and honorable, thy—” Stop! I can’t stand this any longer. Haven’t you learned your lines yet? They arc, ’Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed. If that thy bent of love be honorable—’ etc. Now you must know this. This is the last rehearsal. Hear me?” Yes, ma’am,” meekly from Juliet. Without another mistake she went on until the last line, And follow thee, my lord, throughout the world.” Hearing no reply from behind the scenes, where the nurse was supposed to be, she gave the cue again. Still no answer came. She repeated the cue over with no success. Nurse!” screamed Mrs. Director, Where are you? Never 'throughout the world’ have I seen such an irresponsible cast.” Please, ma’am,” came a tiny voice, Nurse has just ripped her costume and has gone to find some pins. The director was really angry. Bring her to me. The idea of holding up this rehearsal! And 1 suppose she has ruined her dress, too. Bring her here!” The unfortunate nurse, hearing these last words and the unmistakable tone employed, changed her course entirely and, dashing wildly, reached the outside door. Leaving it open, she ran away—to freedom. Ptfjcr Forty-fi tr Bring her to me!” sharply repeated the stern director. Upon learning of the departure of the girl, she replied, Let her go. It will serve her right not to be in the play. I’ll take her part myself. Let this be a warning to you, Romeo and |uliet. If you forget your cues again—” She broke off and hurried them back to their places while she stood on the side, ready to pounce on them. Gazing longingly toward the open door through which peace had been gained by one suffering member of the dramatic organization, Juliet, with a sigh, resumed her speech, A thousand times good night! she said, wearily. Juliet!” came the fatal voice. You don't seem to have any appreciation of Shakespeare. You say that 'good night' as though you were putting a baby to sleep. I’m sure I couldn’t blame the audience for dozing when you speak.” (Here Juliet devoutly prayed that in some way or other she could put this critical being to repose.) Now do that again and put some drama into it. Fling your arms around and try to realize you’re saying 'good night’ to your lover. First, however, will one of you please go out and close that door? It lets in the cold air.” Romeo and Juliet both sprang up, each eager to close the door (from the outside). In their haste, both trying at once to get out the narrow door in the stage settings, they knocked over the heavy scenery, which fell with a blow on the head of the director. She crumpled up immediately and sank into a blissful sleep, while Romeo and Juliet, safely away from the ruins, found their prayers answered. I suppose you would have expected them to rush to her aid, revive her, and apologize for the accident. They did not. Bolting out of the door, they ran as if the devil himself were after them, and in fifteen minutes they were sitting on the curb, a mile away from the scene of the tragedy. Juliet,” said Romeo, panting heavily, did you ever appreciate the words of Patrick Henry when he said, 'Give me liberty or give me death’ as you do now?” And Juliet solemnly shook her head and sighed with relief. Mary Fisher ««« Bird Wings Bird-wings beating to the far-flung south. Bird-wings whirring through portentous sky. Not flapping, aimless, foolish bird-wings. But bird-wings boned with purpose, veined with faith, Strong bird-wings—flying high. Bird-wings, beating in my sluggish blood. Bird-wings, whirring in my lazy brain, Have whipped my laggard soul to vow That I will soar, and win that South of mine Which glimmers through the rain. Bird-wings beating to the far-flung south! Bird-wings whirring through portentous sky! God grant that I, in my long flight, Keep spirit boned with purpose, veined with faith, Strong spirit—flying high. Alice Fraser PaXr Vnrfy-iix The Whelp of Vulcan IX you see me, oh, man—slumbering cities— Me, born to the consort of thunder. Red child of treacherous lightning? I grow fat on the fruits of your labor, On your forests of evergreen saplings. Tall pines I consume in an instant! Proud hemlocks salaam to my marching! Rushing on, I gather new forces: my brother, the flame of the gas jet; My sister, the blazings on hearth-stone. Shyly they come at my passing. Klucly they join in the rampage. Imbued with new strength as they journey. Do you know me. sleek forest rangers? Do you know me, dry far-spreading woodland? Each year at the time of leaves’ turning. I leap up and tread out my measure. Day-long crushing all in my pathway. ; Night-long spreading further the ruin. ‘Round your forests with maniac fury I circle in war-dance of vengeance! My (talons I strain towards the planets High, higher but never to reach them! (Cold mountains that I may not feed on.) Then, finally, the pulie of the forest weakens and .pauses its beating. I see only tree-shells in mourning Pointing black fingers to heaven. No more can the furred ones and feathered Pice from my on-nishing damage. I am gone—yet in devilish slumber await the return of the Autumn. You would smother my thunderous war-cry? You would tether the reins of my power? Nay, the Lord of the Universe sent me! Not fnft toms like you do I cower. Rosimarii Grigory Pane Forty-mw The Second form if tidied pal for el life and gate a shepherd play for which they painted the tetnery. Some of tlxrir songs were Hou Sweet it the Shepherd'i Sueet Lot, Follow, follou Lamhkim All, and finally, He Shall feed His flock Like a S ?cpherd,” from the Messiah. They are Ix-re pictured in another play which they gave earlier in the year. The Long Trail SWIFTLY the sun went down until there was only a faint glow on the sky, against which rugged Mount Diable was sharply outlined. Then this also was gone and darkness fell—a thick, oppressive blackness. My head slumped forward, for I was tired to the point of scarcely being able to cling to my horse’s back, and I swayed back and forth to his even, monotonous step. Behind me I heard the jangle-clank, plunk-plunk; jangle-clank, plunk-plunk of the pack horses. A cowboy was crooning—every word on almost exactly the same note— Git along, little dogie, I know that Wyoming will be our last home. The song was interrupted sharply as his horse stumbled into an invisible badger hole, but after a moment he took it up again, still on that same tone. In front of me all 1 could see was the red glow of the guide’s cigarette as it wavered back and forth, up and down. I closed my eyes but still I saw that spark bobbing up and down, up and down. Suddenly my frazzled horse sprang back with a snort. A snake must have slithered across the trail. Soon, however, he resumed his monotonous walk—thunk, thunk—plunk; thunk, thunk— plunk. My head throbbed with the rhythm of it. Gingerly he felt his way down a steep incline, then he was wallowing in mud and water. A moment later I heard a curse as one of the pack horses fell into the stream. Oh, well, what did it matter that we would have to sleep in soppy clothes and oozy blankets; that we’d have to eat muddy butter, diluted milk, slushy bread. Slushy bread, slushy bread—the horses’ hoofs seemed to beat out the refrain. The odor of sage brush was strong, and now and then the smell of tobacco drifted back to me. But what was that 1 smelled? Not coffee! Oh, it couldn't be coffee. Not hot, strong, bitter coffee! Then voices—many voices—all blurred and indistinct. People moving about, laughing, talking. Everything sounded garbled and twisted. A big campfire seemed to waver, shoot out at me and then draw back tantalizingly. Having dismounted, I swayed over to it, sank onto a pile of something rough and coarse, and dozed into sleep with the tunc of Git along little dogie, accompanied by a thunk-thunk, plunk ringing in my ears. Harriet Kemp Pane Forty-Mine Tlx Sixth Form made a study of tlx fiir tout scale as it is used in Chinese music. Dressed in gay costumes, they played char minx tunes of tlxir ou st composition on musical instruments of tlxir own construction. Notice tlx Chinese kinx,‘ made of bottles of varying sizes to produce the tones of tlx scale. Part of tlxir music showed tlx use famous composers hate made of tlx Chinese scale. The Sad Story of Goldilocks and the Three Bears ONE cool, crisp fall morning a very pretty little girl named Goldilocks ran away from home. She wanted to see the world and so she had emptied her savings bank and started out. By some decree of fate she wandered into that vast forest called New York. The tall concrete trees with their millions of shiny eyes glared down upon her and seemed to resent her presence. So entranced was Goldilocks by this strange forest that she quite forgot which way she was going and wandered on and on. At last Goldilocks came to that part of the forest called Wall Street. Attracted by a crowd of people whom she saw clamoring for something, she went into a building. When she came out again she was the proud possessor of some stock. As she had heard someone say something about the Curb Market, she thought it only proper for her to sit on the curbstone. So she sat. Presently a little baby bear came along and said in a little squeaky voice, Someone’s been buying my stock! Watch out. Goldilocks, watch out!” But poor, dear little Goldilocks didn’t understand and only clutched her stock very, very tightly. Next came a Middle Sized Bear who grumbled, Someone’s been buying up my stock! Beware, Goldilocks, beware! But even then the poor little misguided girl didn’t understand and still sat on the curbstone, only clutching her stock tighter. Then along came a GREAT BIG BEAR who growled. Someone’s been buying up my stock and here she is!” With that he snatched Goldilock’s stock and went grumbling down the street, leaving our poor, dear heroine sitting on the curbstone weeping and resolving never to run away from home again. Bittie Ragland PtKf Fifty-one Too Good to be True NEXT year I am a Senior! I, Gertrude Swanson, a Senior! What joy! All these years have I waited for that most enviable position, and now it is near at hand. Ah! it’s too good to be true! In my mind's eye I can picture myself as a dignified member of the Senior class. Red-tied and red-pocketed, I walk proudly through the halls. I am perhaps a bit worried at the thought of how the red tie and red N. C. S. will agree with my red hair and with my complexion, which somehow doesn’t take to certain shades of red That tic and those red letters are of those certain shades, and a few doubts assail me. However, I shall probably soon forget the conflicting hues and think only of the respect which the offending articles will bring me. I am made happier still as I picture myself seated at a Senior table at lunch. Edith and Sophie will bring me and my classmates choice morsels of food denied to the lower classes. The service will not be as well done as at the other tables, consequently more fun. I may eat as fast or as slowly as I like and may leave when the thought pleases me. My joy is further augmented by my thoughts of the Senior room. In fancy I picture myself entering it in the morning. As I go in, my feet sink deep in soft carpets, and my sleepy eyes fall on the bright face of the sun as he peeps through windows artistically framed by gay drapes. Soon the bell rings for chapel, and we leave our room for the lower floor. In line in the hall we have a few privileges. We need not stand stiffly in line but may wander to the railing and gaze at the interesting scene below—the girls of the lower school lined up preparatory to the morning rites. Soon they move and we enter the assembly room. There, too, we arc shown honor, for do we not have back seats? Chapel ends and we march out to stirring music. Back in our rooms there is not the restraint that there is in the other rooms. We may make more noise than the others with only a gentle word of warning when our talking becomes too loud. The bell for first period class rings, and we leave. All day we arc courteously treated because of our red tics. When the day ends we go back to our pleasant quarters, collect our books, and leave. The school is quiet. Oh, it will be wonderful to be a Senior! Think on it and rejoice, ye lower classes, for your time, too, is coming. Gertrude Swanson I'jrc fifty-tun Advice to Our Successors By a Senior ADVICE is a very delicate thing to give, but being a courageous soul, I am going to attempt it. Most people prefer their own advice until they find that mine is better—as they eventually will. There arc two usual ways of giving advice: one is to give a good example which is to be followed, the other to give a bad example which is to be avoided. This method usually results in the receiver getting things twisted, and following the bad example while he avoids the good. Since I am inclined to be a bit twisted myself, I will not follow this usual way, but will put myselt in the place of the one who issued the Ten Commandments and imitate him. You will pretend that you are the Israelites, and accordingly will assume appropriate attitudes of awe. Perhaps, if the Israelites will read this in a thundering voice and emphasize the high places by shooting olf a cap gun, it will go over big. 7 bou shall not get high marks at the beginning of the year! This is psychology, pure and simple. And the reason I started with psychology is that you may think I am a deep-thinker. All psychologists are deep-thinkers, and advice comes well from a deep-thinker. (Things equal to the same thing are equal to each other.) However, I must not get beyond my Israelites’ depth, so I will go back to my commandment. The point is this. All teachers like to believe that their pupils improve under their tutelage. It is only natural. It is the hope that lies back of a democracy. Therefore start the year in your stockinged feet, softly, mildly; act a wee bit dumb, and say Oh and Ah very often. Then, after the first month or so, put on heavy shoes and clump, stop sitting around with your mouth open, assume an interested expression, and say, Yes, I see,” very often. You will find that this system will lead to bigger and better marks. Thou shall patronize the sign of the three balls! (In case the Israelites do not understand the cosmopolitan language of a deep-thinker, the sign of the three balls refers to hockey, basketball, and baseball.) This is a very important commandment. Remember it. If correctly applied, it will give you many a much-needed rest from arduous labor; for a self-respecting teacher will never expect themes, problems, and other such requirements of over-worked pursuers of higher education from a pupil afflicted with a black eye, a broken nose or a cut hand, (the latter item consisting mostly of bandages and mcrcurachromc.) An important addition to this commandment is that all wounds received in action are on the right side. Thou shall not practice for pehl Jay! Many of our well-known athletes will not agree with me in this, but remember that besides being a deep-thinker, I draw my opinions from expcrince. A year or so ago a certain hopeful athlete appeared at the beginning of track season in the apex of condition to practice for field day. And lo! The day arrived, and there was one entry who never appeared. If you had looked around, you might have found her sitting on the sidelines with a sprained wrist, a broken P Xc Fifty-three nose, and a leg that wouldn’t walk—not to mention nervous prostration from nearly being transfixed by javelins, knocked out by discuses, and pierced by would-be cupids. Thou sbdl not become a senior if thou bast red hair I Unless you are unusually determined and possess extraordinary powers of procrastination, you will eventually have to become one. Human nature is weak, and your teachers will inevitably become tired of you and pass you willy-nilly. The evil day, however, may be put off for some time, and you may spend this time in solemn prayer that the senior red will be changed to green, which is very becoming. Thou shall not eat eight waffles before writing a theme! This is a self-evident fact. It is what is the matter with this psychological document. I call it a psychological document.” but it is really only the prologue which always precedes a good old-fashioned nightmare in which waffles stalk unconiincd. P'S' Fifty-four • � Ml • • I I LAN KUWEI AND YUNG LU Two silver bubbles in a purple dream. Two silver prayers of Chinese youth and maid. He begged for fame and fortune’s great reward; I'or love, and love alone, she softly prayed. Two bubbles breaking into diamond showers Upon the purple of the twilight air. She wedded him who ruled the Chinese world; He grew to think Lan Kuwci, only, fair. Betty Bi an LULLABY The lemon moon swings low in the sky, Lullaby, lullaby. The soft wind whispers from over the lake; The trees with his kisses shiver and shake, And the plum-blue waves with murmurs break, Lullaby! Betty Bean ’- • Fifty-fir The Northrop League President ------ V ice-President - Treasurer ------ Secretary ------ Chairman of Entertainment Committee Head of Athletics - CLASS PRESIDENTS Senior Class - Junior Class ------ Sophomore Class - Freshman Class - - - - - Eighth Form -----. Seventh Form - - - - FACULTY ADVISERS Miss Carse Miss Pease Mrs. Foulstone Miss Glasser . Miss E. Brown TATLER BOARD Editor ------- Helen Woodhull Business Manager ------ Virginia Cook Assistant Business Manager - - - - Barbara Southall Bi tty Bean Rosemarie Gregory Catherine Seybold COVER DESIGN BY BETTY SHORT Miss Bagier Miss Sadley Miss Adams Miss F. Brewer Eleanor Bellows Marjorie Osgood Marsena Falk Mary Knoblauch Mary Best Alice Fraser Ruth Clark - Virginia Helm Adele Gi.uek Janf. 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