Northrop Collegiate School - Tatler Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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The Tatler of 1933 13 HARRIET HINELINE SAr i bonnie, blooming, straight, and tall, And lang ms had our hearts in thrall Hatty” is in a class by herself. No one else could do Spring dances finishing with a hearty fall and not be the least bit embarrassed. Maybe it’s because there arc always plenty of men to aid this damsel in distress. Martial music stirs her and it is said that she can spot a uniform four miles away. But true or not, the fact is that she attends the military balls for miles around. BETTY JANE JEWETT Her looks Here like a flower in May, Her smile uas like a summer morn.” Betty Jane left the Senior Room one seventh period and immediately all of us flocked to the closet to try on her new lid. We were sorely disappointed to find that the hat, so becoming to Betty made us all look like sea-sick sailors. So again we had to admit that Betty has a style of her own. We’ve often envied her ability to wrap everyone from grandpas to kindcr-gartners around her finger. Some gals get all the breaks!

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12 The Tatler of 1933 FRANCES GODWIN For Nature made her what she is, And ne'er made sic an it her.” The Class Kleptomaniac. Anything from cake-plates to a large pair of gentlemen’s overshoes has been found in her locker. (The mystery is where her own things go.) It’s all temperament, though, for as one can tell by looking at her always painty or inky face, she’s a budding artist and authoress. But her chosen field will surely be the stage, as she so clearly demonstrates by her graceful renditions of the Hula-Hula. ESTHER HARDENBERGH CHAIRMAN OF STUDENT GOVERNMENT COMMITTEE Her yellow l)air he yon J compare Comes trinkling down Iyer swanlike neck. There never was a story told or a statement made but what F.sty steams up, with more questions than six people could invent, and proceeds to get to the bottom of things.” Yes, even the great arc human. Our L. P.. now that the truth can be told without damage to our (once) Senior dignity, has even been known to play hidc-and-go-scck under the rugs, though the rest of us kept such things pretty dark at the time.

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14 The Tatler of 1933 lONE KUECHLE She talked, she smil'd, my heart she wyl’d. She charmed my soul, I wist na Ijow.” Horses, horses, she’s crazy over horses”— even to the extent of being late to a frat dance! She’s another one of those deceptive-looking people, and although she has never been caught off her guard, we know that those big brown eyes aren't dreamy for nothing. It is gathered that her thoughts and heart at this point arc in the navy, in spite of the fact that there arc at least twenty other authentic claims and rumors. doris McKenzie My heart's in tlje highlands, my heart is not fere. My In-art's in the highlands a-chasing my dear. It’s said that Doris, neat and sweet, is the sole remaining example of that now almost extinct Old Fashioned Girl, but don’t let her innocent appearance fool you. Bets arc five to one that she will be the first to succumb to that popular pastime of name-changing, which, of course, is never achieved by blushes alone. And who ever heard of an O. F. G. who was late or absent every single Monday morning?