Northrop Collegiate School - Tatler Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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The Tatler of 1932 [ 26 1

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The Tatler of 1932 .................................. iiitmiaiiiutiiimiimiuiMiMiNm Class of 1932 Mary Knoblauch Georgiana Adams Adele Gluek - • Lella Hopwood - President Secret ary-T reasurer Class Representative Class Representative Upon Becoming a Senior When we have passed the kindergarten stage. And outgrown socks and ribbons on our hair, We find ourselves upon that glorious age Which we, when young, believed had not a care. We oft did dream that we had reached this state, And pictured how with reverence and awe The younger girls would hold the door, and wait Till we had passed before—it was a law. But now that we have really climbed up here, We find it’s not so different after all: Because the teachers more than ever fear We won’t be good examples in the hall. But then, when we recall our grade school days, We find we're better off in many ways. —Mary Knoblauch. I 25 ]

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The Tatler of 1932 IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMIIIillilllMIIIIIHIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIinillllllllinilllllllllMIIIMIIIMIIIIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIiailiaiNIMIIIIItllltllllfllllUlllllllltIMmilllllllllimilllllllllll Diary of a Modern Pepys Monday. ROSE early and to school. In the cloak-room. I did spend much time trying to locate an hanger. And so to chapel where tried mightily to remember all the verses of “Onward Christian Soldiers” while marching in. (Did fail miserably.) In French we did shiver and shake while Mademoiselle reminded us of the values of fresh air and the dire results of a poor circulation. And so to recess where we did don heavy coats, descend the stairs, and huddle around the radiator until the bell rang. And thence to English and History where did recite feebly, if at all. I noticed more yawns than brilliant recitations—Blue Monday! To luncheon where I did gape in wonder as Jane Arnold downed eight cookies and all extra deserts at one sitting. At Music I did sit close as possible to the piano so as to keep in tune while I sang about “Merry June.” (I would ’twere here.) And so to Biology where did break test-tube with much clatter. In cloak-room I encountered difficulty in finding my rubbers. And so home to eat. Thoughts While Strolling THAT uncontrollable desire to chortle in class when Marion Carlson makes a face. In history - Alice Sparks pronouncing Bellerophron’s steed—“Peg-ass-us.” Gee whiz! Mary Dodge, the coming historian. Wonder if Henrietta Arthur ever loses her temper. Harriet Hine line—“Can’t-I-hear-it?” Louise Walker getting an inspiration and sketching madly. Matilda Trezevant—a Marietta, Georgia, girl who made good in city. Edith Rizer. the coming Olympics champion—just a clinging vine! Personal nomination for the noisiest girl in the room—Jane Walker! Catherine Gilman s hair is falling down, falling down, my fair lady! Mary Louise Scriver. the coming portrait painter. Her portrait of our noted president is really good. Lavinia Alder, the great sports promoter, making speeches like a veteran campaigner. Wonder if Jane Arnold ever attends sports? Margaret Benson boasting of her bursting beaver coat—a genewine antique, she claims. Dimpy Baker and Helen Jane Sweet talking in rhymed couplets. Wonder if they understand their own gibberish? Personal nomination for the best alibis for not having one's French lesson— Jane McMillan's. The sisters Anson rushing about trying to locate each other at the end of the day. Barbara’s horse laugh—Hee Haw!—or is that a donkey's? I turn green with jealousy over Barbara Scriver s complexion. Also over Esther Hardenberg’s report card. Doris McKenzie, the man-hater. Yes? Catherine Seybold. the league treasurer, trying to balance her account book. Personal nomination for the sloppiest desk among the Juniors—Frances Godwin’s. I 27 ]