Northrop Collegiate School - Tatler Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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The Tatler of 1933 23 Mary Malcolmson reminds us of Myrna Loy, and is Betty Carey’s family always in the car? Roses to Dorothy (Ruth Chatterton) Lundell for second honors; an orchid to Oakes for getting back into her old stride of first. . . . Dolly Conary is the only Junior who fiddles around, and arc we boasting? YES!!! .... Mary Malcolmson, professedly Scotch has stopped the racquet racket. She lost her ball. . . . Signs of spring: people mysteriously missing from study hall. . . . The blooming poet: Gals with bad faces A gal who’s always hale and hearty Don’t go many places. Will never be the life of a party. Girls who arc surly Go to bed early. A girl who titters Gives men jitters. The perfect Junior would have: Tiny’s hair Hayden-cycbrows Foster-eyes Suie’s nose Oakes-complcxion Carey-tecth Shakic's mouth Sally’s pout Patty’s smile Ward’s laugh Malcy’s neck Dorothy’s hands Conary-figure Boynton-legs Hammy’s dependability Brooks’ personality Price’s priceless line. Pull-cczc don’t put her together. Add sad endings: Forthwith the minutes (if anybody cv-er kept them) of a typical Junior Class Meeting: Will the meeting pull—cezc come to order”? This comes from our class president, standing with her back discreetly to the black board. (So soddy, Patty, you can’t fool us, we know about that naughty old rip—and in just the wrong place too.) Well, after maybe five minutes of repetition of the above statement varied with a dash of unprintablcs, the class as a whole lapses into a state of something which with us, passes for quiet, broken only by the ever present drone of what must be an endless conversation between Sue and Tiny. This semi-silence affords an opportunity (the best she has had in weeks, poor girl) for Sally, tax collector, to rise and raise her voice appealingly— Won’t somebody bring her class dues ? This subject strikes home too personally to be a congenial one for most of us and immediately eighteen girls attempt to change the topic of discussion. The resulting confusion is at last dominated by the sheer breath control of a leather-lunged individual in the rear. (We suspect you, Betty Oakes.) She bellows triumphantly, What about the food sale? I thought we were going to have a food sale!” The chorus which follows sounds something like the score of a badly translated Russian drama, Yes, let’s have a food sale!” Phooie with the food sale,” We wouldn’t make anything!” Sure I'll make some fudge,” Oh nuts!” Yeah, nut fudge—swell. Well, this goes on until the class in general loses interest, and by the time we get around to voting on a committee to take charge of the food sale, we have collectively forgotten what we arc voting for anyway. Invariably at this point one of our more socially minded members demands in an insinuating tone of voice, You girls haven’t forgotten, of course, that we have to throw the J. S.. have you?” Whereupon being on the subject of parties, anyway, we begin various animated discussions as to the merits of this or that orchestra, and how much punch will people drink in a given time. These comparatively unimportant matters, however, are soon allowed to die a natural death as with one voice we raise the question of supreme interest, To stag or not to stag?” When all means of amicably settling this matter have been exhausted and the class is about to resort to fisticuffs with a goodly smattering of biting, scratching and hair pulling, happily the bell rings and we disperse to air the arguments thoroughly at recess. As the madly chattering groups of girls go out no one hears Sally (or if anyone does she hurries on, pretending not to), patient Sally, who is still trying desperately to put over the question of dues with which the meeting opened. And thus endeth yet another meeting of the Junior Class. . . . Add sad endings!

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22 The Tatler of 1933 Fourth Row: Mary Fatter. Smart WUr lock, Dorothy LunJrll, Sally Coum. Third Row: Mary Ham turret, Framcn War,I, Caroline Brookt, Mary Katherine Price. Sicosd Row: Shakte Karagbeutian, Betty Oaket, Martha Wright, DeAly Canary, Katharine Boynton. First Row: Mary Malcomton, Helen Loutit Hayden, Betty Carry, Patty Barley. Ansi nt Memoir: loan Dot try. President Secretary-T reasttrer The Junior Class OFFICERS Martha Bagley Sally Cowin Representatives J Katharine Boynton Betty Oakes Class Adviser Miss Sadley Winchellette THE snurty who said what you don’t know won’t hurt you never went to Northrop. . . . Add sad endings—what happened to the Junior food sale? ... A scallion to class presidents who don’t wear uniforms. . . . An orchid to Helen Louise Hayden for doing her job as league sec’y so well. ... A scallion to third hour study. . . . Things wc neve ncu: That any girl would go to bed before her date arrived. Here’s to you Cowin! What you can’t do without an appendix. . . . Mary Foster is that way about a certain tall blond. . . . Suie (baby face) Wheclock looks like a heroine and laughs like a villain. . . . Tilings wc never don’t know about: certain gals’ weekends, that Martha Wright is going on a diet—tomorrow. . . . Things we’d like to know: who was the inspiration of Kay Price’s latest poem? .... Kay (thank you too much) Boynton is that way about a certain J. Wellington Wimpy. Good luck, Kay! .... Add similies: as upsetting as Foster’s eyes .... as graceful as Sancie doing a tango .... as constant as Patty’s appetite .... as tearful as Tiny’s gilly sigglc .... as provoking as girls with two cars. Is your face red, Shakic? .... Notes from a scc’y: What about those heavy rah-rahs from the balcony for Caroline (get your men) Brooks in that last toss-’em-up-and-throw-’em-down? And through thick and thin Oakes and Ward were the long and short of it. Sec Tatlcrs 1929, 1930, 1931, 1932, 1933: Hammy is one swell athlete. An orchid to all of us who fill in on chapel programs.

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24 The Tatler of 1933 Tump Row: Janet Rutherford, Penelope Paulson, Mary Cluck McDonald, Betty Smith, Elizabeth Lacker, Nancy Lou Mackall, Shirley Atwood, Second Row: Mary Lon Pickett, Anne Per-I.ee, Leila Gillit, Mary Prancei Humphrey. Louiie Chandler, Elizabeth Holmbcrx, Betty Williams, First Row : Susan Snyder, Charlotte Rnlkley, Sally Ross Dintmore, Kathleen Cluck, Betty Voxtel, Ellen fane Carleton. Aim nt M moers: Rhoda Belcher, Louise Thompson. The Sophomore Class President.. Nancy Lou Mackall Representatives Secretary-Treasurer.- Kathleen Gluek . Class Ad user E have been asked, probably through some terrible mistake, to write what we shouldn't know about the girls in our class. Maybe it's just a round-about method of giving us what’s coming to all bad little children. But can we take it! It seems as if it’s always good to start with Susan and Janet, our Siamese twins, one of whom is an ardent junk collector and the other an ardent jewelry collector, in a serious conference about. Blake and list Saturday night. Toots joins the conference and the conversation changes to horses—especially the kind with feathers on. Also there’s nothing unusual in seeing Jinny and Penny completing their Latin in Music, or in seeing Lizzie in the Gym with her beautiful orange and white checked shorts, not to mention the white elephants playing croquet over Tommy’s undies. And speaking of white elephants, have you noticed all the Scholastics and Petit Journals cluttering around? . . . The tumult and the shouting dies and Rhoda takes to her knitting. We wonder if ... . Little Goldilocks Per-Lce and the three bears? Why of course. Miss j Leila Gillis Janet Rutherford Miss Brewer