Northrop Collegiate School - Tatler Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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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

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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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The Tatler of 1953 25 Inglis, Miss Brewer, and Miss Sadlcy. . . . Charlotte is our absent-minded Sophomore who recites Latin verbs at dances and tries her line on Miss Brewer. . . . Just ask Mary I.ou and Lizzie about that schoolgirl complexion and giggle. And if you’d like to de- clop a classy accent just listen to Spiffy for a while and you can't help yourself. Also for information (any kind and every kind) go to the fifth desk in the fourth row of the Study-hall. . . . We hear that Chandy has taken quite a tumble; she says it’s only off her bicycle, but we know better. And speaking of falling!—for the Iowa Pete, Smith, look where you landed!—Now that Larry Moo is driving, it’s Fill up with Philip” for her. ... It seems that all the Sophomores arc going hungry now that the six hundred eighty-fourth amendment to the school constitution has been enforced and Gicky can’t bring cookies to school at noon. . . . Leila, we see, is just getting around to doing last Friday’s Math, and also the council chosen for the disablement of Humphrey hasn’t quite gotten around to murdering her yet although they arc reminded of it repeatedly as she is becoming (Humphrey herself would like us to stop here) more and more unbearable. You see, even though she is a terrible youngster she’s an even worse punster. But even Humphrey takes a beating when it comes to playing bridge against Betty Williams. . . . We all stand somewhat in awe of Dorsey, our AAAAA pupil, because of her twelve cylinder brain and also her gift for putting people in their places. However, any time you want to win back your self-respect just try a little tennis with her. . . . Through much practice Janet is able to control her blushes, but every once in a while her guilty conscience comes to the surface, especially about the other night— but then we don’t know. Nobody ever tells us anything. ... If you find that your boyfriends are not such hot dancers or a little backward in other things just send them to Mary Lou (that is if you can trust them to come back) for a full instructive course in the customs and habits of the ideal modern youth. ... You don’t have to look in the comic strip for Mutt and Jeff, just go to the Study-hall and if you’re lucky you’ll sec our version of them. Penny and Sallie. . . . Our Jean Harlow’s theme song is You’ve got me crying again,” and Toots, our I.ilyan Tashman, has established a reputation for not wearing the same dress more than once. ... If you’ve felt yourself being scrutinized by a rather fascinating, magnetic pair of eyes, we want you to know that they do not belong to Myrna Loy but to Jinny. Now all this we heard, we only heard, it wasn’t told to us, we only heard. . . . QUESTIONS THAT SHOULDN’T BE ANSWERED 1. Who is the girl with the swell alibis when it comes to breaking dates? 2. Who are the two girls who have gone Washburn on us? Also the girls who spend all their holidays at West? 3. Who arc the girls who go walking at six o’clock in the morning?