Northrop Collegiate School - Tatler Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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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

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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

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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