Northrop Collegiate School - Tatler Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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8 The Tatler of 193) DEBORAH ANSON And still to her charms she alone is a stranger Her modest demeanour's life jewel of a'. Who's that sitting over in the corner as we walk into the room late Monday afternoon? Why, Debby, what arc you doing still here?” I'm finishing up last Wednesday’s Math. This — stuff. It’s not hard. It just takes time.” Being the Northrop chauffeur, she is forced by us to go home. We pile into the chassis” three deep and in no time she has forgotten about those nasty papers.” JANE ARNOLD CHAIRMAN Ol Till ENTERTAINMENT COMMITTEE There's not a bonnie bird that sings, But minds us o' our lane.” Janie, the president of the ”H. F.. Club” (Heavy Eaters) fills her position well. That may account for the amount of food we have at the parties, so carefully planned by this fitting Head of the Entertainment Committee; and any day one can find her slinking down from lunch with three desserts under her belt and two up her sleeve. You know, Janie goes for Sweet Meats (especially the masculine variety) in a big way.

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The Senior Class The Tatler of 1933 7 LAV1NIA AIDER SENIOR Cl.ASS PRESIDENT I am nae port in a sense But just a rhymer-tike, by chance.” Meet our perennial class president! Three times we have shoved the nasty job ofF on her, and every time she has borne it heroically. Senior class spirit is largely due to her remarkable pep-talks on every possible subject from morals to the taking up of a collection to buy Dimpy some new shoes. Brrr—it’s always Windy (pun) with Lavinia. But we must add that though other winds may make a racket, only one can produce a tennis racket! BARBARA ANSON Sac fair her hair, sac brent her brow, Sae bonnic blue her een, my dearie.” Barbara commanded that none of her virtues be printed. To begin with, let us mention that horse-laugh of hers. A mention is all it needs. Everyone must have heard it. We might add that her sneeze is just as bad. Barbara doesn't go in for delicate little sounds. Perhaps this accounts for her great success 3s a wailer in the Senior play. She cried better (and louder) than Ruth Chatterton and without the aid of onions.

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The Tatler of 1933 9 HENRIETTA ARTHUR We'll let her stand a year or tua. Six-’11 no Ik half so saucy yet. If, upon seeing the seniors, you notice someone who is continually stumbling over her own feet that she insists aren’t big, whose desire is to have six or a dozen closets full of clothes, and whose devotion is divided between Smokey Joe, the latest kitten, her finger nails, or lack of them, and a certain person who is scooh cute,” you know it is Miss Hermie Arthur. VIRGINIA BAKER Wee, sleekit, court in timorous Ik as tie, O, u hat a panic's in thy breastie ” A few typical remarks characterize Dimpy. Two months before a party, one might hear her say, Tm having a hissy because I don’t know who I’m going to the Dinner Club with.” But we don’t worry because she always draws one of the best men in town. She makes an announcement: Listen, Gang, get a load of this, etc.” For a little girl she makes a good gangster. Her line in the Senior plays, I’m gime for anythink,” was typical.