Northrop Collegiate School - Tatler Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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The Tatler of 1933 15 JANE McMILLIN Her ft!innate out-lust red the pride o' the i print, And, Ob! bow the frolicked—gay on the wing. I am William Turner; Tucker is my name.” Jane’s break in the Lincoln-day play is a classic of the Senior room, but she fully made up for it by her dramatic and awe-inspiring rendition of the role of God of Fate” in the Senior Class Plays. Jane frequently tires of being a Maedchen in Uniform” and asserts her individuality by smuggling an orange dress to school and sneaking it on in the cloakroom when nobody’s looking. EDITH RIZER CHAIRMAN OF ATHLETIC COMMITTEE Oh why the deuce should I repine And be an ill-forehod er?” Edie says she owes her all-round athletic ability to practice gained by slinging Dimp around the Senior Room, but that’s bull-oney. It’s entirely due to eating grapenuts for breakfast and to trying to stuff herself into the waste basket when she hears Miss French storming up with awkward questions. One of the very best things she does is picking-up, wherefore the Hill-Toppers at Hopkins no longer wonder where their pet phonograph record went.

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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?

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16 The Tatler of 1933 BARBARA SCR1VER Up in the morning’s no’ for me, Up in tlx morning early.’’ Besides being the perfect picture of a haughty aristocrat, she’s one of the few coldblooded heart-breakers in the Senior Room who have never lost their own hearts. In spite of a vapid giggle and talking baby-talk in her off-moments, she is really quite bright; and what a picture on a horse! Our secret ambition is to see her ride side-saddle. She could do it and get away with it. MARY LOUISE SCRIVER I could range the whole world round, For the sake of somebody.’’ One thing we know for certain, her head is usually in the clouds and often her body too (in his little red plane). A creature of habit, she is so perverse that if she is to be removed from her scat in history class, she has to be jimmied out. So set in her ways is she that no amount of arguing will convince her that a six-syllable word isn’t preferable any day to a mere one-lunger.