Northrop Collegiate School - Tatler Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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FORM VIII Tup Row: Katherine Larson, Mini Jane Carle ton, Shirley Atwood, Sally Ron Dhmnore, Alice Learned, Betty Vo fel, Elizabeth Linker. Second Row: Anne Pcr-lxc, Charlotte Bnlklcy, Mary Clluek McDonald, Rhoda Belcher, Betty Williams, Mary Lou Mackall, Marjorie llaxlun. Front Row: Louise Chandler, Susan Snyder, Elizabeth Itolmberg, Louise Thompson, Kathleen Gluck, Penelope Paulson. Absent: Ann P wIps

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Freshman Idiosyncrasies SPORT ITEMS HOCKEY Freshmen tie Seniors in spectacular game. Ward and Hammerel lead lower class-men to 6 to 1 victor)'. BASKETBALL Patty Bagley trips over own large pedal extremities, then rises, gazing sheepishly at the audience, while Miss Ogan calls two more personal fouls on her. ARCHERY Betty Andrus is the only one of us who can come within two feet of the target. We wish her luck. ONE MINUTE SERMONS Ye who have red hair, blush not. Ye who have wit (Mary Partridge, this is for you) try writing next year’s Tatler page. SCHOOL NEWS DAY BY DAY Tiny and Tcpa struggle for supremacy in Patty Book” literature. Tiny completes set (27 books) 2 hrs., 3 5 min. before Tcpa. We trust their craving for higher literature has been appeased. Oliv’ Carpenter attains posture check record—29 to date; more pouring in. Kay Price saunters nonchalantly down the corridor, followed by the worshipping glances of certain members of the 8th Grade. Sue W., eminent artist, satisfies wolfish hunger in French class. Results—disastrous. Kay Boynton, rising amid expectant hush, reads wholcly unintelligible theme. Betty Oakes tears pink (naturally wavy) hair as no funds for the Entertainment Committee pour in. We all envy the adaptability of Mary Jane’s coats to the weather. There is the below zero one, and one when it is just zero, and one when the Fahrenheit is slightly above. More study periods are interrupted by the continuous giggles of Dolly and Harriet. We rise in body and cheer as Ruth and Mary M. arrive on time. We hear Barbara’s hair is due to go up. Wc first heard this last fall. Mary F. and Shakie rejuvenate that school-girl complexion’’ after lengthy conference with compacts. Janet’s pet pet word— monkey”. By request of Sally C., we wish to make a correction to a statement in the ’29 Tatler. The afore mentioned S. C. is neither sweet, meek, nor mild. BELIEVE IT OR NOT Betty Carey obtained an A average in everything for term. For further proof, see faculty. PERSONAL COLUMN Helen—When you were treasurer, how did you like it when no one brought her dues? Alice—Silence is golden. (?) Editor’s office—The Kindergarten. (Maybe that explains it.) Page T unity-one

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The Eighth Mary Gluck McDonald will someday be The very best French student we’ll ever see. With books she'll stay Day after day And be too bright for you and me. Katharine will care for the ill, And Nancy will busily use her quill; Though one will nurse And one write verse. Both will be done with very much skill. There was a young society dame, Miss lillcn Jane Carlcton, I think, was her name; One of her greatest passions Was designing the latest fashions. But she has time for other things just the same. Then there was Betty, a healthy young miss. Who really should have been born a Swiss, For climbing mountains she did adore. And she walks until her feet arc sore; But itill climbing and walking to her arc pure bliss. Shirley is an exceedingly good artist. And Penny a brilliant young horticulturist; And each of the two Invented something new. That the world till then had greatly missed. Rhoda’s ideals are very high, And her mind is usually up in the sky; She seems to be Deep in astronomy. Though we hope that this notion will soon pass by. A loving young lady is Cal; Both to birds and beasts she's a pal. A pet store she wishes To keep birds and fishes. This very remarkable gal. An author of note will be Chandy; With commas and words she’s so handy. She writes page's and reams; She gets A's on her themes. And her stories arc simply dandy. Susan’s ambitions run on a very high scale; In her enterprise we hope she doesn't fail. The first woman to be The president is she. But soon this idea to her will be stale. There was a young lady named Lizzie Who giggled till she grew quite dizzy; Her hair was all curly, Grade Future This pretty little girlie. Who laughingly keeps all from being busy. I’m afraid that Toots will be someday A nun in a somber long garb of gray; She’ll spend her life being kind. The saintliest person you’ll ever find. Our quiet little Tootie will live in a convent and pray. Of all of her hobbies and all of her pets Charlotte likes horses and dogs the best; Her dogs arc prize winners. And from the beginners She takes many ribbons away with the rest. Sally Ross! Sally Ross! We want to know. Where you and the Girls' Travel School” all go! Do all work hard or do as they please? Do they learn Latin verbs or look at the seas. While passing through places high and low? Did you sec that gorgeous limo that passed just now? Did you sec that languorous, placid brow? Riding about, living a life of ease. No work, much leisure (it seems to please). Our million-dollar Marjic is happy, and how! Who comes with her golf sticks, straight and tall, From a champion game with her small white ball? Alice Learned, of course, whose splendid play To international championship paved the way, With flowers and loud houts from friends one and all! A dainty young girl named Anne Whose dancing's the best in the land Will dance to fame abroad And return again, assured That her friends will all give her a hand. There’s Dickie, our prize-taker too! You know quite well what she can do! When she once begins a thing Be it at school or in the ring She's the one to sec it through! She rode in horse shows and liked it well But now another story we must tell! Up. up, into the clouds in her glider plane Goes Betty V. and to earth again Helping the number of women fliers to swell. Just look at the headlines everywhere. And you'll know that our famed actress is there! Wined and dined and feted by all; All the world’s at her beck and call. But for all the fuss and feathers our Tommy doesn’t care. • Page Tucnly-three