Northrop Collegiate School - Tatler Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

Text from Pages 1 - 112 of the 1935 volume:

miNNje;vpous PU0L 1C LI etaACLV THE TATLER 193 5 Published Annually by the Students of Northrop Collegiate School at Minneapolis. 2tf 7- 57 . to bS tZI - rzsr 5 (to c MINNEAPOLIS COLLECTION NU+C - l-V 3' jL} t THE 1935 TATLER We gratefully anil affectionately dedicate this Ta tier to our friend, Mrs. Foulstone, whose services in every field of school life have been indispensable and long appreciated. Page ) THE 1935 TATLER TATLER BOARD Editor -Assistjh Editor Art Editor -Business Manager First Semester Second Semester Assistant Business Manager Business Representative - Betty Vogtel Louise Chandler Rhoim Belcher Sara Lee Fletcher Martha Pattridge Mary Leslie Marilyn Gluik Representatives Twelfth Form................................- Leila Gillis Eleventh Form - -- -- -- - Virginia Foley Tenth Form - -- -- -- - Virginia Haglin Ninth Form..........................................Rose Raines Eighth Form..............................Rosemary Campbell Seventh Form - -- -- -- - Martha Larkin Advisors Art --------- - Miss Jean Duncan Business - -- -- -- - Miss Josephine Garst Literary ------- - Miss Caroline Mercer Page 4 The Tjtler Board wishes to thank Nancy Humphrey, Nancy Lou Mackall, and Louise Thompson for their assistance. THE 1935 TATLER THE SENIOR CLASS We, the senior class, wish to thank our parents for their gifts of furnishings for the senior room, Mrs. Paulson for the end table, and the junior class for their gift, a lamp. Page 5 THE 1935 TATLER Shirley Atwood Scene: Art studio at 4:30. Rhode Belcher Scene: Humboldt hill at 8:10 a. m. (Shirley and Tommy are each painting an enormous wooden screen. On the floor between them arc sandwiches and a thermos bottle of tea.) Shirley (waving a pickle): You know, Tommy, this is the first not-a-still-life that I’ve ever painted. (She flips her paint brush around professionally, splattering paint all over her chef-d'oeuvre . . . sighs.) I thuppothe I’ll have to put another coat of paint on now. Tommy, I don’t see why! I don’t see why my next idea can’t be painted purple. After one gets to be eighteen one ought to be able to have ideas and to paint them. (Shirley reaches for some tea with a flourish, thus Selah! Shirley.) (Enter Rhoda on way to school peeling a tangerine for breakfast. Puts peels in pocket, where they eventually fall through a hole, making a trail which I.cila and Jinny not too competently follow.) Rhoda (singing): It’s Judy, my Judy! . . . (interrupting herself.) Well, yes, 1 can go Friday, but Mother told me to be in by eleven—which means twelve at the latest . . . ’Course I can’t cat anything ’count of my diet, and my hair won’t curl in front cither . . . Sure, you can borrow my nail file if 1 can find it . . . Ho hum! (Trudges on, scarcely hoping to get to school . . . but keeping an eye open for any car that might give her a ride.) Page 6 THE 1935 TATLER Charlotte Bulkley Scene: A grey Plymouth convcrti blc, any school afternoon. Ellen Jane Carloton Scene: The kitchen at home any time after school. (Charlotte is talking to the people in the rumble seat. She turns completely around, crooks knee in steering wheel, takes a deep breath and begins): Honestly! I’m so tired. Wouldn't you know? I heard the best record yesterday! Will you go downtown with me to listen to records? Let’s go swimming Friday. I simply have to get a rubber bathing suit! Did you sec that darling dress in Harold’s window, but I can’t get it buckuz . . . ” (Pausing for wind she turns around just in time to swing out of the path of a Mack truck. Continues not at all perturbed.) Well, what was I—oh—buckuz 1 have one like it.” (She turns on the radio and is forced to cease ceaseless conversation.) (Jinny — the other” permanent inhabitant of the Senior Room — surrounded by crackers, cookies, cheese and doughnuts, eyes the lot appraisingly; with a Zasu Pitts gesture): Well, I shouldn’t, but I will . . . Oh! There was something I was s’posed to do this afternoon. What was it? ... By the way, Betty, could I borrow your comb? . . . Thanks, this is the one I nude myself. . . . Oh, there goes the telephone. Hello? . . . O. K. . . . O. K------yeah, O. K-------G’byc! . . . Why, I’m not blushing! . . . Oh, I know what I forgot. There was a Welfare meeting today. Ohhh my! . . . (Leaves kitchen humming, Soon, maybe not tomorrow,” collects tennis racquet and departs.) THE 1935 TATLER Louise Chandler Scene: Senior Room during free period. Sally Ross Dinsmore Scene: Front steps of school at 3:15)4 (A voice from the couch): Can’t you girls be quiet? Haven’t you any studying?” . . . (Silence for several minutes on the part of you girls,” then, after a little scrambling, Chan’s face with the famous ski-jump nose appears. Quizzically): How do you do your French?” (Groans from the rest. Thinking): I wish I could drive.” By the way, girls, this is Glee Club period, but I don’t mind.” (Pause, then rumblings and voices from the study tables. Finally): Well, girls! Since you won’t let me study in peace, I’ll go in the study hall! (Sally is pounding the pavement, while flourishing Muzzey in the air, and soliloquizing): Isn’t he ever going to come! I’m so sick of waiting. ... If he does come tell him I’m dead—not really dead, just my soul. One’s soul is bound to die after waiting for almost five minutes!” (Peers through Oxford glasses and sees him down at the end of the block.) Well! Am I expected to walk way down there?! (With injured dignity she flaunts herself down the sidewalk, and as Sally enters the car, her voice fades into the distance.) % THE 1935 TATLER Leila Gillis Scene: Parking space behind school at 3:30. (Leila, screaming lustily): Well, what difference docs it make? What’s another hour here or there? (A growling noise is being emitted by the Cheese-box, her car. (This has been going on for 15 minutes.) Everyone but Leila is getting ready to walk, although weak from helping the car to move.) Leila: Arc you giving up already? 1 do wish we’d get home, though. 1 have to do my studying and my exercises. (Chews reminiscently on several chocolate nuts — she is dieting.) Gee, we had a swell lunch today. My legs do look thinner; don’t they Jinny?” (The car starts suddenly, causing cracking of the necks of the occupants. As the car phlegmatically disappears, Leila’s voice floats back): I told you it would Kathleen Gluek Scene: Senior room during free period. (Enter Cal, who stands pat on everything; continues unhesitatingly across room to windows, all of which she flings wide. Stands before them, stretches and takes ten deep breaths of the tcn-below-zero air.) Ahhh! How can you stand this stuffy room? (Bends down to touch toes.) Has anyone seen my knitting? My sixth sweater’s almost finished. (Raisesknees alternately.) My, it’s nice out; fresh air’s good for your emotions.” (Draws ten more breaths.) Why’s everyone so quiet? (Turns around to find rest of seniors frozen solid, with icicles on their chins.) Oh, my, maybe it's too cold. But fresh air is, you know, essential to good health. P g 9 THE 1935 TATLER Harriet Holm Scene: Senior room at end of seventh period. (Harriet, the socialite, sweeps in the door, flops on the floor and begins to argue with herself, for lack of a better opponent.) “But I don’t care. I’ve got 'Blossom' today. Look, kiddies, parked there behind Janet’s car. Oh, doodles. I’m so happy.” (Her face suddenly lightens as an arguing opponent in the form of Shirley approaches.) Hey, it’s not tomatto, but tomawto or tomayto.” (on denial). Oh, titter-swish! I think—” (the bell interrupts her thoughts, and she goes dashing out the door, saying): Does anybody want a ride home? (as half the class troops after her). Editor’s Note: Harriet now really has a permanent Blossom of her own. called Ebony Rhapsody, which is still, miraculously enough, whole. Elixabeth Holmberg Srrw: The locker room just before sports at 3:20. (Shouts of master key? issue from peeved people, while Tootic— who never forgets hers—is halfway dressed or undressed according to how you look at gym clothes. Finishing, she starts combing her hair and tries to speak, slightly hampered by a mouthful of bobby pins. Spiffy has just asked her what she is going to wear to the dance.) “Oh! Do wear a formal because 1 just got a white one. (Gasps from other girls, “What, another dress! ) — and that’s about the only thing 1 have to wear. (A thud is heard and Humpy is found unconscious on the floor.) Come on, Hump, and shoot baskets before they start. Say, have you seen my new picture of Lillian Chieftain? Oh, and girls what do you think?” I ► Page 10 THE 1935 TATLER Nancy Humphrey Elizabeth Lucker Scenei Senior Room 12:35. Scene: Miss Dalton’s office at 3:20. (Enter Humpy just returning from lunch. Brushes away a crumb, walks over to vie. and starts it. Now follows Humpy’s version of the Continental, punctuated by her famous five brands of laughter (in sequence) as she leaps from table to chair to couch.) Say, Janet, what was the English about? Was it very hard? Do you have to know furze?’’— Yah, I’m going to wear my braid” . . . Too-oots can you give me the sixth?” . . . Is Oscar there yet?” . . . Was anybody absent today?” . . . Come in!”— (A senior dashes in and out and someone remarks that she must have been in a hurry—) Hmm . . . I thought it was a dress.” (Upon this remark Hump goes down under a chorus of groans and seniors.) Lizzie, in civilian clothes— (her blouse is in the wash)—is looking strained and almost drained of excuses. But, Miss Dalton, I’ve simply got to do downtown. I’ve a terribly important appointment” . . . (silence) . . . I’ve got to take my little sister home and come back again” . . . (silence again!) . . . I tripped on my uniform last night and broke my neck, I think. Really, Miss Dalton, it’s awfully sore!” . . . (more silence) . . . (Lizzie with despair begins to undo her tie but glances hopefully back. Sees nothing cheering; so resigns self to fate. . . In the locker room Lizzie’s voice is heard above all others expostulating on Miss Dalton’s lack of sympathy.) Page 11 THE 1935 TATLER Nancy Lou Mackall Scene: Miss Mercer’s room during free period. (Spiff is perusing various back issues of Scholastics and Stages. Suddenly—calling back to Toots in the senior room): Who’s going to take us home today? . . . No one? . . . Hmm . . . guess we’ll have to walk . . .’’ (pause—then audibly so Ilumpy will hear): You’re sure no one will give us a ride? Tell Hump I’ll buy her a hamburger at Bill and Earl’s if she will” . . . (pause) . . . Hey! people. Council meeting tomorrow (musing). I'd better do last Friday’s math.” (Suddenly — hearing a ringing in her ears, she shoos girls to class five minutes ahead of time.) Mary Gluek McDonald Stcnei Back hill at 3:20. (Gicky is plodding patiently upward, probably thinking. Suddenly an unusually brilliant idea occurs to her and she stops.) Oh, I forgot! My car is parked out in front. If you’ll wait while I get it, you can have a ride.” (Fifteen minutes drag by—then a chug is heard and (Jicky is discovered settled in a large Franklin. She peers thoughtfully about her for cars and suddenly starts ahead jerkily. She pauses a few minutes after being addressed, then): No. What? Oh. (Later): Oh, I stay for sports, ’cause 1 like to jump around to give my eyes a rest. (On being reminded a little later that she is going the wrong way she says): Oh, my car just goes home by itself. Page 12 THE 1935 TATLER Anne Per-Lee Mary Louise Picket Scene: Lunchroom at 12:15. Scene: Senior room. Time: During measles epidemic. (Dickie is seated in otherwise empty lunchroom conccntratcdly eating crackers. Sally languishes up and sits down.) (Dickie, sniffing the air): What are we having for lunch, I wonder?” Not that it matters, because I never cat anything anyhow. (Butters fifth cracker, using Sally’s butter.) By the way, 1 still have my appendix in a bottle. Would you like to come over this afternoon and see them? Maybe there’ll be some cakes left from Mother’s tea.” (Crackers give out and she starts on the raisin bread.) Pat and I played polo yesterday and had heaps of fun; almost as much fun as I had at White Sulphur this vacation.” (Fifth piece of bread disappears.) There goes the bell, but I don’t feel hungry anymore; come on, Mary Lou, let’s go. (Enter Mary Lou, zinc oxide spots covering her peaches and cream complexion. Takes book from locker, goes into closet, and is consequently forgotten. When, in the course of time the closet becomes stuffy and she emerges. Tommy approaches her saying that the school thinks that she (Tommy) has measles.) Mary Lou: Ooh — squeak — really? Stay away from me. 1 don’t want them! What would they do to my face?” (Races to other side of room. Picking up a box.) Have you seen my bat? He’s so cute. I killed him in my room last night. Hmm—Think I’ll go dissect him.” (Exits.) P gr n THE 1935 TATLER Janet Cole Rutherford Amelia Elizabeth Smith Scenes Lunch tabic at 12:15. Scene: Behind school at 2:45. (Enter Janet. Dashes to a table, crosses silverware, tips glasses upside down and scrawls on the napkins. This denotes the place is saved. As tinkling sound is heard, bows her head, mutters something which passes for grace and sits down.) Do you want soup? What kind? Rhubarb or asparagus, I guess.—You serve. I served yesterday.” (Cup of cocoa lands in lap.) EDITH.” I’ve got to make an announcement, ring for me will you?” (Makes announcement with I'.astcrn accent. Sits down and soon has Spiff draped in shredded lettuce while an aspic quivers deliciously on the floor)— Hurry, and we’ll go shoot baskets.” (Aster, Betty’s little blue car, is stuffed with girls who look slightly tired of waiting. Betty dashes out the back door, dripping books down the steps—one wonders how she can be so eternally late when she’s always hurrying.) Betty: Wait! Wait for me! I have an appointment at 2:30, but I have plenty of time to take you out to Wayzata for a minute.” My father’s given me my allowance three times this week and I’ve spent it all. Is this where you want to get off?” (To herself): I wonder if I’ll be able to make my hair stay down by tonight?” See picture. Page 14 THE 1935 TATLER Louise Thompson Scene: Senior room at 9:00. (Enter true-blond Tommy, lately of L.a Crosse. Stealthily she fumbles in her jumper, extracts bits of a sandwich, a jar of malted milk and half a doughnut.) I’m trying to get fat, you know. Here, want a bite? 1 haven’t eaten since 7:00 and I can’t wait till milk-lunch at 10:00.” (She perches carelessly on a table with one leg draped over the radiator.) All’s I do is sit around waiting for Friday to come. Honestly, these people! Wouldn’t you think—?” (She flings herself dramatically on the couch.) Wake me up when the bell rings. Would you just pull down the shades and turn on the radio before you go out?” Betty Vogtel Scene: Senior room during seventh period. (Betty is rapidly but accurately, as usual doing her Math for a week from Monday, while a couple of the few senior room occupants arc performing gymnastics on the rug. Suddenly—from the figure drooped over the Math book): Did you hear Bing last night? Gosh, he was swell!” (A slight pause.) Gosh! I forgot I have to telephone my dad. Jinny, won’t you come down with me? (No answer, then pleadingly): I’ll give you a ride home if you do — that is — if I can.” (Jinny dashes for the door and they go down the hall, Vogtel expostulating on the cute suit in Mc-Glenn’s window.) Pa fie 15 THE 1935 T A T L E R Elizabeth Rittenhouse Williams Scene: Senior room any study period. (Betty peers in door, looking around cautiously.) Has anyone been looking for me? I’m supposed to be in the library, but I’m not supposed to study because of my eyes. Will it bother you if I just sit here?” (She settles herself on the couch. She’s hardly recognizable under her dark glasses and fuzzy Friday hair.) Does anyone have a car here? Oooo, squeak, squeak—” (tickling Jinny). Can’t nobody give wide home? (A shower of books submerges her, and no sign of her existence is apparent save for a last faint squeak.) Page 16 THE 1935 TATLER LIFE AMONG THE LOWBROWS THE class of 193 5 neared extinction almost before its origin when Sally Ross, who held the fort alone in the Neolithic age of Kindergarten days, disappeared entirely for a year. However, in the first grade the class grew in population from the invasion of a tribe of young terrors, namely Betty Williams Mary Lou, Harriet, Charlotte, Dicky, and Lizzie. In the second grade we snared a prisoner, generally supposed to have come from some wild, whooping, tom-tom beating barbarian race. Throughout all the years of the class’ prominence in civilization Rhoda has symbolized seven or eight of the more noisy tribes, now in oblivion. Around this time or possibly sometime A. D. (Age of Diapers) Lizzie invented a tribal call known as the giggle” which spread with rapid-increasing popularity through the Class” and still remains the national anthem. In the sixth year Shirley and Chan innocently and of their own free will joined the class, and in the middle of the same year—quite according to reported customs and ways—Tommy burst in. About this time a startling cultural revival took place which materialized in the form of interpretive dancing and drawing paper dolls. This, in the spring of the senior year reached a climax in the painting of wooden bowls. It was in the seventh grade that the delegation from Kenwood school arrived. With proper awe and more curiosity a class huddle” was formed (most easily explained by citing the British square as an example) and Toots, Spiffy, and Gicky received the oncc-over (less destructive than the British Volley”). They were finally accepted, in spite of their marked Kenwood habits; this was fortunate as it wouldn't have made any difference to them anyway. Cal joined the ranks from the little-known regions of Douglas. It is logical to assume that about this time Betty Williams invented the blouse pocket for caching gum and candy safe from the scav-enging neighbor tribe, the teechurs. Betty Vogtcl joined the Class” in the eighth form, during the age of horseback-riding. Also in the eighth grade Jinny introduced an artistic ability which lacked the usual accompanying temperament; this she manifested in the design for the class rings and pins. The first record of any ability to read or write —though not yet to spell—was discovered in a bi-weekly, The Scarlet Tanagcr,” published two or three times a year for the eighth year. Betty Smith, Leila, and Janet arrived just in time for the first Northrop dance. The ceremonial dress, which consisted of taffeta rutiles and shiny patent-leather Mary Jane’s, seems to have been—much to our horror—almost completely discarded by the succeeding classes. In the Sophomore year Humpy revived one of the littlc-indulgcd-in sports, Punning” and it is surprising that the whole class didn’t just degenerate right then. However, all was forgiven when she introduced scientific basketball playing. In the Senior year Chan after a brief respite of a year, and Harriet, who seemed to have escaped back in the end of the seventh grade returned quite hopefully to graduate. During this fall, knitting became the national vocation and many half-finished—a few completed—sweaters are to be found around. Now the Class of 193 5, relinquishing their old haunts of the senior room couch during study periods, the Tatlcr room during Chapel, and the art room after school, are about to migrate to the foreign climates of the Alumnae. Page 17 THE 1935 TATLER STUDENTS OF NORTHROP SCHOOL, 1934-1935 Kindergarten David Bendell Skippy Carpenter Esther Crosby Florence Eggleston Russell Ives, Jr. Thbrza Jones Cynthia Knoblauch Ulrika Lemkl Margaret Louise Roberts Ruth Elizabeth Roberts Helen Tearse Joan Wurtele First Form Janet Fulton Charlotte Lyman Sally Wheeler Mary Wurtei.e Second Form Lucille Camp Patricia Coan Jean Dunn Betty Kennedy Patty Kennedy Ann McCahill Mary Nelson Martha Struthers Third Form Jeanne Carpenter Kendell Ankeny Dorothy Barnes Patsy Clifford Janet Hartwell Harriet Jaefray Gretchen Knoblauch Mary Martin Ann Wurtfii Katherine Neilson Betty Peterson Ruth Phelps Gail Stacy Barbara Swiri.es Lucia Tearse Fifth Form Patricia Aaberg Ginny Lou Dwinnei.l Mary Alice Eggleston Elizabeth Harper Katherine Henry Henrietta Hill Patty Hill Mary Kennedy Anne Leslie Elizabeth McMillan Joan Payne Sally Piper Betsey Stone Mary Sutherland Prudence Sutherland Katherine Vaughan Elizabeth Woodworm i Sixth Form Frances Atkinson Carol Lee Atwood Frances Barber Mary Clark Mary Davis Helen Harper Leslie Harrison Nancy Johnson Mary Moore Kitty Rand Ellen Rider Eva Rutherford Betty Ann Webster Seventh Form Fourth Form Olivia Coan Elizabeth Cooper Jessica Driscoll Dorothy Dunn Marilyn Eastman Mary Hill Madeline Jaffray Janet Miller Lois Bei.cher Barbara Bisseli Amy Camp Jane Dobson Joan Dobson Mary Jane Heffelfinger Martha Larkin Gloria Lee Anne Richards Nancy Wheeler THE 1935 TATLER Form II. III. IV. V. VI. Form VII, VIII. IX. • «r_ . ■ ,JL •• • JL ,, • •• '• 4 ■■ •• •• V vl II � 1V Form X. XI. THE 1935 TATLER STUDENTS OF NORTHROP SCHOOL, 1934-1935 Eighth Form Katherine Ann Bauirs Mary Lou linos Rosamond Bull Rosemary Campbell Anne Cargill Ann Carpenter Jean Dain Cynthia Dalrympli: Dorianne de Vries Mary Hardenbergh Cora Hill Carolyn Hollirn Sally Kendrick Rutii Leslie Gretchen Luther Betty Peppard Marcella Phelps Louise Piper Fredrika Rand Nancy Ross Martha Sweatt Adelaide Ward Ninth Form Margret Ann Atkinson Margaret Foley Mary Jane Gluek Gloria Grimes Josephine Harper Barbara Hill Emmy Lou Lucker Frances Mapes Nancy Mills Margaret Noonan Rose Raines Janet Sandy Margaret Schubert Mary Townsend Mary Jane Van Campen Margaret Youngquist Tenth Form Whitney Burton Peggy Carpenter Betty Conary Rosamond de Laittre Leslie Flannery Alexandra Gallenkamp Marilyn Gluek Virginia Haglin Sally Holladay Marguerite Ireys Betty King Margery Michelson Peggy Rutherford Corinne Thrall Grace Tully Paisley Ann Woodrich Eleventh Form Mary Lou Benson Jane Creamer Katherine Dain Betsey Deems Chloe Doerr Betty Ann Eggleston Margaret Farr Sara Lee Fletcher Virginia Foley Margaret Hopwood Ellen Huff Marjorie Johnson Mary Leslie Mary Anna Nash Mary Neils Mary Frances Neilson Martha Pattridoe Patricia Pettit Marion Seeley Jane Seybold Betty Silverthorne Jane Thompson Laura May Thompson Janet Wyer Mary Sue Zelle Page 20 THE 1935 TATLER President Vice-President Secretary Treasurer Assistant Treasurer Entertainment Welfare -Athletics Taller -Artistic Interests -Dramatics Music Rhythm -Plastic Arts - President Treasurer Representatives President T reasurer Representatives President Treasurer Representatives President Treasurer Representatives President Treasurer Representatives President Treasurer Representatives LEAGUE OFFICERS Nancy Lou Mackall Ellen Jane Carleton Mary Lou Benson Katherine Dain Betty King HEADS OF COMMITTEES Elizabeth Holmbf.rg Ellen Jane Carleton Janet Rutherford Butty Vogtel Shirley Atwood Jane Creamer Betty Ann Eggleston Anne Pex-Lee Jane Seybold CLASS OFFICERS Senior Class Nancy Humphrey Louise Thompson Betty Smith Mary Gluek McDonald Junior Class Mary Neils Margaret Hopwood ! Betsy Deems Mary Anna Nash Mary Leslie Sophomore Class - Margery Michf.lson Leslie Flannery jPaisley Ann Woodricii Rosamond de Laittre Freshman Class Nancy Mills Josephine Harper Margaret Schubert ) Mary Jane Van Cam pi n Eighth Grade Ruth Leslie Cynthia Dalrymple Marcella Phelps - -Adelaide Ward Dorie de Vries Seventh Grade Jane Dobson Joan Dobson JLois Belcher Anne Richards Page 21 THE 1935 TATLER = THE WELFARE COMMITTEE pERHAPS the success of the Northrop Welfare and the Community Fund Drive in the fall was due to the skit that was written by and put on by the Welfare committee: Sally Ross Dinsmore, Twelfth Form; Ellen Huff, Eleventh; Margie Ireys, Tenth; Janet Sandy, Ninth; Louise Piper, Eighth; Amy Camp, Seventh; and Ellen Jane Carleton, chairman. A few days before Thanksgiving everyone from the kindergarten to the seniors marched into chapel bringing canned foods, fresh vegetables, fruits, and meats, which were laid on tables in a colorful display. The food was sorted by members of the Welfare committee and sent to the Northeast Neighborhood House and the Children’s Protective Society. In addition, we gave small sums to the Family Welfare Association, to the Children’s Protective Society, and to Northeast Neighborhood House. Many poor children were made happy at Christmas time by the toys which the seventh and eighth grades brought to school and wrapped for them. A small sum of money was given to one poor family for shoes for their three children, and donations were also given to the Family Welfare Toy Shop and the Northeast Neighborhood House for Christmas presents. Throughout the year two deserving girls from Edison High School have been receiving scholarships from the Northrop Welfare. Psgf 22 THE CHRISTMAS PAGEANT UR Christmas program, planned by Miss Spurr and Mrs. Foulstone, this year showed in pageantry the fulfilment by the birth of Christ of the prophecies of the Old Testament. Around this pageant were woven traditional carols and hymns sung by the school. Brother Hilary, a monk, read aloud from the Bible to a young lad, Christopher. And as Christopher nodded over his lesson, the curtains parted and we saw upon the stage a Rabbinical school, where the pupils spoke together the lines from the Old Testament prophets concerning the coming of the Messiah. Behind them, as the light changed, appeared a lovely tableau representing Sargent’s Frieze of The Prophets. As the curtains closed upon this scene, the school sang, Oh, come, oh, come, Emanuel.” In the fulfilment of the prophecy, the shepherds upon the hills heard the message of the angel and saw the star. To join them in adoration before the Christ Child came the Three Kings, advancing across the auditorium and singing, We Three Kings of Orient Arc.” The final picture was that of the Madonna and Child. Page 2J Left—Alan White as Major General, twirls his mustache and manages to look fairly dignified. Right— Arthur Larkin, the intrepid Sergeant of Police, smiles sweetly into the camera during dress rehearsal. Left — Papa want an aspirin? Mary Lou Pickett, as the Major General’s favorite daughter, Mabel, is tenderly solicitous of papa. Right—Jim Hill, as Frederic, and Mary Lou Pickett as Mabel, about to . . . break into a duct. Left — C'mon, c’mon, make up your mind! Henry Atwood, the Pirate King, and Sara Lee Fletcher as Ruth seem to leave Jim Hill no two ways about it. Right — Eeny-meeny-miny-moc! Philip Walker as Samuel seems to be having a hard time making up his mind between Martha Pattridge as Edith and Betty Ann Eggleston as Isabelle, two more of the general’s daughters. the 1935 TATLER THE PIRATES OF PENZANCE A ITER five months of riotous rehearsals, the curtain rose with comparative quiet and decision on the authentic performance, that is. on the rocky coast of Cornwall, where the Pirates of Penzance were celebrating Frederic’s (Jimmy Hill to us) release from indenture. Echoes of Hurrah for the Pirate King! resounded from the rocks and the balcony of the Jefferson Junior High School auditorium. Sara Lee Fletcher as Ruth. Frederic’s nurse, delighted us all with the unexpected and inspired augmentation to her nose. It took Major-general Stanley's twenty-five daughters six rehearsals to muster up the courage to trip gaily onto the stage before the Hopkins Hill toppers, but they did it gracefully, considering their offstage actions. And they registered real admiration of Mary Lou Pickett upon her entrance. And the boys did very well with the girls to inspire them. The Pirates of Penzance is the second operetta that Blake and Northrop have presented together. Both this and last year’s Mikado” have proved great successes. The enjoyment of the audience was surpassed only by the delight all the cast took in the singing of this popular Gilbert and Sullivan opera. The material results of the performance were mainly new risers and a radio. The glee club also sang selections from lolanthe for the parent and teacher’s din- ner in May. The cast of The Pirates of Penzance” was: Richard, A Pirate Chief ------- Henry Atwood Samuel, his Lieutenant ------- Philip Walker Frederic, a Pirate Apprentice.............................James Hill Major General Stanley - -- -- -- -Alan White Edward, a Sergeant of Police ------ Arthur Larkin Ruth, a Piratical maid-of-all-work - Sara Lee Fletcher Mabel, General Stanley’s youngest daughter - - Mary Lou Pickett Kate I 11 eila Gillis F’dith General Stanley’s Daughters - - Martha Pattridge Isabel ! (Betty Ann Eggleston Chorus of General Stanley’s Daughters: Margaret Ann Atkinson. Mary Lou Benson. Peggy Carpenter, Ellen Jane Carlcton, Louise Chandler, Rosamond dc Laittre, Katherine Dain, Betsey Deems, Alex Gallcncamp, Marilyn Gluck, Ellen Huff, Marguerite Ireys, Bjtty King, Frances Mapes, Mary Anna Nash, Mary Frances Ncilson, Margaret Noonan, Rose Raines, Peggy Rutherford, Janet Sandy, Paisley Ann Woodrich, Mary Sue Zcllc. Chorus of Pirates: Robert Brooks, Ralph Bruce. Malcolm Clark, John Clark. John Dobson, George Hill, Albert Martin, Warren Palm, Stuart Rider, George Spencer, John Swanson, George Waters, William Wilcox. Chorus of Police (Pirates in Act 1): Lindsay Arthur, Boynton Bean, Edwin Elwcll, Robert Mirick, James Pattridge, Carol Wells, Thomas Wright, Robert Youngquist. Production Staff Student Managers - - - - Sara Lee Fletcher, Henry Atwood Business Manager ------- Betty Anne Eggleston Profterty Manager ------- Robert Youngquist Directors ----- Miss Edith Cotton, Mr. Stanley Avery Assisted by --------- Mrs. Foulstonc Page 25 Page 26 SPECIAL NOTICEI SEASON'S SUCCESS! rT HE Northrop Dramatic Club started out with a smashing season-hit. The Charm School, a delightful comedy by Alice Duer Miller and Robert Milton. The cast was a record-breaking one, including these nation-wide (well, at least school-wide) celebrities: Katherine Dain as Austin Bevans, the automobile salesman with ideas,” and Betsy Deems as Elisc Bennett, president of the Senior class at a school which essayed to teach its girls the gentle art of charm and attraction for the opposite sex. After much haggling with MGM, we succeeded in getting Jane Creamer, Sara Lee Elctchcr, Chloc Doerr, and Martha Pattridgc to take the prominent roles of Austin’s room-mates, who caused such a twitter at the Fairvicw School. And the Fox studios generously lent the services of Rhoda Belcher, Mary Lou Benson and Betty Silvcrthornc. Everybody accorded the play the season's prize. Of course, the school-girls, very proficient in the school’s main branch of study, cannot be omitted: Mary Anna Nash, Elizabeth Holmberg and Elizabeth Luckcr, Virginia Foley, Nancy Lou Mackali, Janet Wyer, and Mary Gluek McDonald! Mrs. Foulstonc was the able director. THE 1935 TATLER THE NORTHROP SPRING PAGEANT EVERYONE was in the Northrop Spring Pageant, from the seniors in whose honor it was given, to the first and second grades, who provided the Shakesperean episode with its Cobweb, Pease-blossom, Mustard-seed, Moth,” and other tiny fairies. To write the whole cast here would therefore take about tw'o pages; so w'c must content ourselves with a brief description of the pageant, which opened with the singing by the Glee Club of The Morning Has Wings.” The Interpreter then bid the Herald to summon from the four corners of the earth the Gift-Bearers; these appeared, led by a vision of loveliness who represented History and was mounted (since Mrs. Foulstonc promised Miss Spurr to give the horse an aspirin tablet to reduce his excitement at the sight of so many beautiful girls). The Interpreter commented poetically upon the significance of the gifts brought by this graceful procession; then we saw a fascinating variety of dancers, inspired by Miss Dalton in her rhythms classes and culminating in Titania, Oberon, and their Fairy-train. These last formed part of a condensed version of Act V of A Midsummer Night's Dream, which happily included the amusing rustic presentation of Pyramus and Thisbc,” as well as a delightfully vivacious little Puck. A senior acknowledged the colorful tribute paid to her class and planted the 193 5 ivy in the traditional manner. The Netherlands Folk Song which Miss Cotton taught us for Thanksgiving was sung by the entire school and made a very impressive ending to our Class Day festivities. Page 27 THE 1935 TATLER THE JUNIOR DRAMATIC CLUB THE Junior Dramatic Club is composed of the girls in the seventh and eighth grades. The president is Cynthia Dalrymple and the secretary, Marcella Phelps. Together we have given Hansel and Gretcl.” This was done effectively in the school auditorium with the cast of the following girls: Hamel ----- Jane Dobson The Witch - - - - Lois Belcher Gretcl ------ Joan Dobson The Mother - - Marcella Phelps T k Fat Iyer - - - Ann Richards It was directed by Miss Morison. In celebration of Columbus Day the girls in the eighth grade wrote a play in three acts on the life of Columbus, and produced it. The first act was by Rosamond Bull, the second by Rosemary Campbell, and the third by Cynthia Dalrymple and Marcella Phelps. It gave scenes of the experiences of Columbus from his childhood through his return from the new world. The play was directed by Miss Woodhull and Mrs. Foulstone and was given in appropriate costumes in the school auditorium. The cast includes: Bamby Rand - - The Boy Columbus Rosemary Campbell - - His Mother Rosamond Bull......................Tim Gretchi n Luther - Patch-eyed John Adelaide Ward - Brother Hilary Nancy Ross - - - Brother Francis The eighth grade has given a Chinese terns. The leading parts were effectively Jean Dain - - - - Princess C.han Gretchi.n Luther - - - Wee Ling The remainder of the girls in the room ate costumes on the Northrop stage and wj Mary Hardenbergh - - - - - The Man Columbus Catherine Ann Bauer - The King Cora Hill, Cynthia Dai.rympi.e, Carolyn Hollern, Dorie df. Vries, Sally Kendrick - Indians etta called The Feast of the Little Lan-played by: Marcella Phelps - - - - Mai Kn Martha Sweatt - - - - Ow Long were in the chorus. It was given in appropri-s directed by Mrs. Foulstone and Miss Cotton. —Rosemary Campbell, Form VIII LITTLE WOMEN The seventh grade pupils have given follows: the play Little Women.” The cast was as Meg - - - Manner - Martha Larkin 1 - - - - Hanna ----- Ann Richards Beth - - - - Laurie - - - - - Lois Belcher Amy - - - - Mr. Lawrence - - - - Amy Camp Director ----- Miss Morison It was given on the Northrop stage in costume. Page 2H —Martha Larkin, Form VII THE 1935 TATLER FROM PEGGY PAINTER'S NOTEBOOK March 20, 1935 —went down to Northrop to see their Art Exhibit and contest—understand that competitive art is an innovation of this year for them—the work as a group was considerably above average. Mrs. Booracm, a Minneapolis artist who docs those stunning portraits, Miss Ella Witter of Central High School, and Mrs. Gray of Summit, two leading art teachers of the Twin Cities, judged the contest admirably. Things 1 particularly noticed in black and white were Grace Tully’s negress, in charcoal, Marion Seeley's mock wood art of A Swiss Kitchen. and Rozzic dc Laittre’s Head of a Girl. In the painting, Jane Scybold’s A Dream was the first clever fantasy I've seen in some time, and The Maine Coast by Virginia Foley showed great promise. Some of Shirley Atwood’s water colors were very good in composition. In the intermediate grades I liked Janet Sandy’s Goose Girl, not to mention the Children’s Toys done by Jane Dobson, and Josephine Harper’s exquisite Medieval Music Manuscript, and Margaret Youngquist’s Woman and Dog. I think Tony Sarg should look to his laurels now that Bamby Rand, Mary Hardcnbcrgh, and Doric dc Vries are making marionettes. In the lower school Kate Rand painted a Peter Pan and Wendy” that Barrie would be proud of, and Olivia Coan did a fine picture of Children Roller-skating. Jessica Driscoll and Mary Hill did some nice clay things of dogs, and Patty Hill a nice finger painting. If Joan Payne is consistently as good as she is now, she may be one of the coming young artists. Interesting also were Harriet Jaflfray’s Pilgrim Children” and Janet Fulton’s Self Portrait. It was a promising exhibit of youthful art and 1 hope they'll continue to have an annual contest, for I feel it is a stimulus to good artistic achievement. THE CURRENT EVENTS CLUB T AST winter after Dr. Bryn-Jones’ scries of talks on foreign affairs the junior class thought it would be interesting to have a Current Events Club and invited the seniors to join. Miss French consented to help direct it. Each meeting was conducted by two girls from cither class. They gave out questions to several of the members, who prepared answers and brought them before the group. The discussions were based on a series of articles in the $cb flastic Magazine. We found these gatherings very enjoyable and equally profitable. Through them we increased our knowledge of the political affairs of the United States. We hope this club may flourish in the future. THE 1935 TATLER THE OLD GIRLS’ PARTY FOR THE NEW N Friday night, September twenty-eighth, the annual Old Girls’ Party for the New was given, welcoming all our new members of the League and school. This year, a new idea, that of having the affair costumed, was introduced, with hilarious success. Everyone, including the faculty, wore costumes, and at the end of the evening Miss Spurr awarded prizes for the cleverest costumes, among both the faculty and students. Several members of the faculty wore uniforms and represented characteristically our Northrop mannerisms, namely, over-stuffed pockets and singularly tied tics. It seemed that the general opinion was that the eighth grade carried off the honors with clever impersonations of various members of our august faculty. During the evening class stunts were given, including a Eugene O'Neill’s Strange Interlude interpretation of a classroom scene by the seniors, a real old-fashion meler-dramcr” by the juniors, and several very good vaudeville stunts by members of the tenth and ninth grades. The whole affair was topped off by a riotous comedy of the trials and tribulations of modern romance given by the faculty. Even Miss Brewer stepped from her awe-inspiring rule of the Caesar, Cicero and Virgil classes to pursue and win her true love, the idol of her heart. Miss Spurr! SUMMIT-NORTHROP ACTIVITIES TT7E owe a vote of thanks to Summit School for the various things that they have done for us this year. All of us who were in the tennis matches last fall know of what good courts Summit can boast. Then when Summit had their party, we talked of it for days afterward. Luncheon was followed by coffee for the seniors in the third floor senior room. We then skated on the rink to music or warmed ourselves at the large bonfire. Chloc Doerr and Judy Corning displayed their skill on the ice with tap dances and other feats. Even several sporting members of the faculty were seen revolving about the rink. Page 30 THE 1935 TATLER Left top—This floated in the Senior Room window, but it was generally disregarded and considered a newspaper. Lower left—Shadows. Right—It must be funny! Left — Miss Spurr retains her throne and her assets. A British study of said assets. Right—Local color (couleur local to Miss Wallon). Left—That new hockey technique. Right — May-Day weather and Mary Hardcnbergh. Left—Something she ate, no doubt! Center—The famous danscuse in a lighter moment. This may be Virginia Haglin. Right—Three eighth-graders console each other about not being able to attend the dance. THE 1935 TATLER Top row—Just girls. Left—The winning teams. Right — An unusual Pettit study (ing). Right—Your guess is .is good as ours. Iu'ft — An attempt on the part of Miss French to look veddy (very) interested in one of her own instruments of torture (even if it is upside-down). This must have slipped in by mistake. Center — Mimi and Rozzie, who captained the two said winning teams. Right—Miss Morison wonders if they can’t learn something! Right — Portrait of Humpy using one of her study periods to advantage. Left—Muggsic Atkinson and Ellen I luff demonstrate how to appear sweet, simple, and girlish. Center—Northropites. Right—Leila Gillis and Jinny Carlcton, though not under contract to the Fisk Co., seem about to retire. THE 1935 TATLER ATHLETICS HOCKEY THE hockey games of 1934 came out, on the whole, with the seniors in the lead. After the strenuous games, refreshments were enjoyed by the worn and weary players, near a crackling fire in the hall. The alumnae varsity game ended the season, and our varsity team kept the honor within the school by beating our visitors 4-0. Some of the girls who participated in the alumnae game were: Edith Rizer, Lavina Alder, Helen Woodhull, Betty Jones. The scores of the school games were as follows: Seniors 6 ----- Freshmen 0 Seniors I.............Sophomores 1 Juniors 7 ----- Freshmen 0 Seniors 3.............Sophomores 0 Sophomores 3 - - - - Freshmen 0 Seniors 1 ------ Juniors 0 Juniors 2 - - - - - Sophomores 0 BASKET BALL A S usual, this year about a half an hour before the first basketball game, interest in this sport rose literally from out of nowhere, to reach its climax at the championship game between the sophomores and the juniors. The seniors, resting on their hockey laurels, seem to have been lost somewhere in the fray despite an excellent pair of forwards. The juniors and sophomores rose to top position by virtue of their defeats over the seniors and freshmen who, by the way, for their first year, seem to be started along very well. The first contest between the winning teams was won by the seniors by a fairly comfortable score. In the final championship game the score, after seesawing nervously to one side and then the other, landed the juniors ahead by the narrow margin of 23-22. Two more games were played, one in which the white team defeated a team of faculty members gallantly arrayed in all colors of the rainbow, and another game in which the blue team barely defeated the alumnae. The members of the teams were: SENIORS JUNIORS SOPHOMORES J. c. R. C. Vogtcl j. c. Neils J. C. de I.aittrc (Capt.) R. C. Woodrich Mackall R. C. Leslie. M. F. Humphrey F. Creamer F. Carpenter F. F. Fat t ridge MacDonald G. Dain. K. G. M idle Ison G. I.uckcr. E. G. G. Gluck. M. IRISHMEN FACULTY f. c. Hill. B. J. c. Woodhull R. C. Atkinson R. C. . Garst F. Noonan F. F. Van Campen Mills F. Shoemaker G. G. Minar G. Schubert (Capt.) G. Williams Page fI THE 1935 TATLER THE HORSE SHOW IN October, Northrop’s array of bowleggeds mounted their steeds and went through their paces with few mishaps. The hard and effective work of Miss Dalton and her committee, consisting of Janet Rutherford, Pat Pettit, Margaret Noonan, and Elizabeth Holmbcrg and the successful judging by Mrs. Richard P. Gale, Mrs. Cushman Minar, and Mrs. Thomas Daniels and Martha Pattridgc’s skilful work as ring mistress should not go unrewarded. Three new classes were added this year; the fancy dress was the first class, which was won by Pat Pettit, dressed as a grand lady in side-saddle on her good hunter Bally Castle. Margaret Noonan placed second, dressed as Little Boy Blue, and Peggy Rutherford was third, as a wild and woolly cowboy. There was also a musical chair class, won by Betty King, but not without a hard fight, and a parent and child class, in which Mrs. Rutherford and Peggy were given first. According to the judging of the lower school’s two classes, the upper school had better look to its laurels. The lower school beginners was won by Elizabeth Cooper; Olivia Coan was second, and Lucia Tearse was third. Eva Rutherford was first in the lower school advanced with Nancy Johnson placing second and Elizabeth Woodworth third. The junior novice class was won by Nancy Mills, Sally Kendrick taking second and Cynthia Dalrymplc third. The senior novice cup was taken by Peggy Rutherford; Janet Rutherford was second and Sara Lee Fletcher third. We were treated to a fairly nice exhibition of bareback riding this year, and the blue ribbon svas finally given to Pat Pettit with Margy Michclson second and Janet Rutherford third. The three-gaited class, judged wholly for the horse, was won by Lillian Chieftain Montgomery with Elizabeth Holmberg up; Harriet Helm took second on Little Sister and Margaret Noonan third on Grey Dawn. The pair class was won by Margaret Noonan and Elizabeth Holmberg, with Carolyn Hollcrn and Cynthia Dalrymplc taking a close second, while Nancy Mills and Sally Kendrick were third. The grand finale was the championship equestrian, open to all winners of first and second ribbons. To make sure of a fair decision, the judges had the contestants change horses three times, with the result that Elizabeth Holmbcrg won with Pat Pettit placing second and Peggy Rutherford third. SPRING ATHLETICS IN spring, a Northrop girl’s fancy turns to thoughts of golf, tennis, and swimming. Consequently on every sunny afternoon, the girls not too hopelessly afflicted with spring fever, could be seen pursuing their favorite form of athletics. Clouds of dust and a rain of chunks of sod in the hockey field gave proof of the fact that Northrop’s still embryonic golf team was whipping itself into shape under the able direction of Miss Shoemaker. Those preferring or excelling at tennis could always be seen dashing hither and yon on the courts across from school restrained from violence by Miss Dalton’s calm and careful guidance. Swimming was delayed for a time by the scarlet fever epidemic but was resumed afterwards with gay bathing suits making splashes of color at The Minneapolis Club. And the possibility of a swimming team next year is very reassuring. The junior high school played baseball and developed several Joe Hausers. When the rainy season drew to its close, they also attempted tennis, invariably appearing in large groups for protection against half-crazy seniors who at the last minute were trying to play off tournament matches and study for finals, with results strange and varied. Page H the 1935 TATLER T burs Jay, Sept. ]}tb Thursday, Sept. 20th Monday, Si'pt. 24th Thursday, Sept. 27th Friday, Sept. 28fb Monday, Oct. 1st Monday, Oct. 8 th Wednesday, Oct. I Oth Friday, Oct. 12th Tuesday, Oct. 16th Thursday, Oct. 18th Wednesday, Oct. 24th Tuesday, Oct. }Oth Wednesday, Oct. }lst Thursday, Nov. 1st Wednesday, Nov. 7th Thursday, Nov. 8th Tuesday, Nov. lith Thursday, Nov. 15 th Saturday, Nov. 17th Nov. 2)rd-27th Wednesday, Nov. 28th Friday, Dec. 7 th Friday, Dec. 21st Thursday, Jan. 10th Thursday, Ian. 17th Wednesday, Jan. 2)rJ Jan. 28th-}1st Thursday, Feb. 7 th SCHOOL CALENDAR Annual migration back to Kenwood Parkway. General trek back to school. Opening League meeting at which we heard the ambitious plans of officers and chairmen. Mr. Morris Mitchcl— Constitution Day” talk. The Better Speech Campaign is on! Extremely successful Old Girls’ Party for the New. Mrs. Maud Hart Lovelace Stayed at Welcome” with us. Mrs. Glenn Waters — accompanied by Community Fund film. Eighth grade gave original play depicting Columbus. Bigger and Belter N. C. S. Horseshow. Mrs. Margaret Culkin Banning advocated an early start in authorship. Dr. Roberts spoke on birds and small mammals. Dr. Lawrence Gould talked on Antarctic, but had anything but freezing effects on feminine hearts. Northrop Welfare Committee’s own play and plea for contributions to Community Lund. Hansel and Gretel”—seventh grade Halloween play. Mrs. Gilfillan's travel talk. Vive Chaperon Rouge”! French play by sixth grade. Mrs. Ford from Smith talked on eastern colleges. Miss Charles of the Looking Glass threw out hope for family visages. First of Dr. Bryn-Joncs’ enlightening talks on current events. Senior High School Dance. Book Week exhibit. Thanksgiving offerings from the entire school formed part of Puritan and Indian tableau. Miss Muriel Lester gave us an animated account of her work among the London poor. Christmas Pageant. Mrs. Estcrly talked on Scripps College. Miss Betty Washburn’s interesting talk on Newfoundland. Mrs. Audrey Bennington Blcekcr (alias Sara Lee Fletcher) and Tatlcr program. Exams!! Mrs. Alfred Pillsbury’s charming description of Ragusa. Pa c )5 THE 1935 TATLER Friday, Feb. 8 th Tuesday, Feb. 12 th Thursday, Feb. 14th Thursday, Feb. 14th Thursday, Feb. 21st Wednesday, Feb. 27th Wednesday, March 6th Saturday, March 9th Tuesday, March 12th Thursday, March 14th March 15th-2lst Wednesday, March 20th Thursday, March 21st Thursday, March 21 st Friday, March 22nd Wednesday, April )rd Monday, April 8th Wednesday, April 10th Thursday, A pril 11 th Wednesday, April 17th April 26th May 6th May 27th.) Oth May )lst June )rd June 4th Feast of the Little Lanterns, eighth grade operetta — A masterpiece! Then and Now — sixth grade contrasted Lincoln’s day with our own, using the new lantern. Mrs. F. G. Atkinson's talk on Jugoslavia. Seventh and eighth grades gave bcst-cvcr Valentine party. Mrs. George Case’s talk on the restoration of Williamsburg. Freshmen members of the N. D. C. presented The Queen's Choice—romance in Windsor Castle. Math program by seniors, with graphs. Pirates of Penzance’ triumph for Blake and Northrop Glee Club! Dr. Eliot from St. Paul—inspiring Lenten talk. Mr. Starke Pattcson—History of the Dance. Art Contest, with demonstrations. First of our League forums. Dr. Deems described the sort of woman we’d all like to be. Championship basketball game. Little Women—the March family comes to Northrop with Hannah, Laurie, Mr. Lawrence, played by the seventh grade. Biology and chemistry in every-day life—Juniors. n , , .. (Blues vs. Alumnae—Blues victors, as et a ganus W hitcs vs. Faculty—Whites victors. Mr. Van Wyk charmed us with pictures and descriptions of Scandinavia. Dr. Raines spoke impressively. Blood and thunder! Three Neronian Murders —original Tragedy” by juniors. Stately minuet, powdered wigs, kitchen-quarrels,— Cinderella, by members of the N. D. C. Parent-Teacher Dinner—snatches of Iolanthc sung by the Glee Club. Exams again! Horrors! The Junior-Senior dance. Um-m! peachy! wonderful! divine! All-school pageant of nations—planting of Ivy. Commencement ceremonies built around celebration of tercentenary of establishment of first secondary school in U. S.—including brief history of our own. Page )6 THE 1935 TATLER Left Top—The lower field in its usual activity. Right—Smile sweetly into the camera, girls. Mary Jane Gluck, Emmy I.ou Luckcr, and Barbara Hill arc no doubt on their way home. Ij'ft—Come out from behind those glasses, Jane Creamer. We know Garbo doesn’t wear a uniform. Center—Aha! The middle of the book already, and without looking, too. Right—Neils and Doerr try out a bigger and better brand of beauty spots. Left — You can blame the camera for this. The school IS right-side up as a rule. Center — Sample of Northrop ’$ glowing youth, the second grade, in part, at least, l.ucilc Camp, Jean Dunn, Patricia Coan, Mary Nelson, Mary Wurtcle, and Miss Thompson. Right — Miss Duncan thinks it’s very good—yes—almost the best Ellen Jane has done. Left — Now! Now! Girls! Don’t indulge! Center — Busman’s holiday. Photographer Vogtel has her picture taken. Right—If it weren’t for the smiles on Miss Brewer’s and Miss Corthell’s faces, one would think they were looking at a Latin book. THE 1935 TATLER Ethel Maude Spurr Elizabeth Sadley Flora E. Brewer -Marie G. Grf.nier Isabel M. French Caroline G. Mercer Gladys Cortiiell -Charlotte Wallon Josephine B. Garst Ethel E. Pease -Elsie M. Foulstoni Janet Morison Virginia Burns Helen Woodhull Marguerite Williams Isabelle A. Mar oli Annf. Wilson -Carol Brown -Maude C. Thompson Myrtle Bintliii -Marion E. Miller Catherine Bauman Edith M. Cotton -Jean Duncan -Helen Dalton -Helen Shoemaker Gertrude Rosf.mond Norma Bierbauer Edith F. Aves FACULTY - - - Principal - - Mathematics - Latin French History - English - Latin - French - Science - Junior Mathematics French and Dramatics English and Dramatics Geography and Science - - - History - Fifth Grade - Fourth Grade - Librarian - Third Year Second Year First Year Kindergarten Kindergarten - Music Art Physical Education Physical FJucation - Piano Secretary and Accountant - Executive Secretary TRUSTEES John Crosby, President Henry D. Thrall, Treasurer F. Pbavey Heei elmncer, Vice President Mrs. John C. Benson Daniel F. Bull G. Barnard Clifford, Jr. Folwell W. Co an Mrs. John S. Dalrymple Clarence E. Hill Mrs. Lyndon M. King Harold R. Ward Mrs. Valentine Wurtele Robert C. Woodworth OFFICERS OF PARENTS AND TEACHERS ASSOCIATION Mrs. John C. Benson, President Mrs. Edmund J. Phelps, First Vice President Mrs. Hugh C. Gillis, Second Vice President Mrs. Oscar F. Woodrich, Treasurer Mrs. Charles H. Van Campen, Recording Secretary Mrs. James M. Dain, Corresponding Secretary Page )8 THE 1935 TATLER LOWER SCHOOL OUR GARDEN THIS year the sixth grade has a garden. We arc using an old sandbox. Mrs. Burns bought some flats from the Jordan High School. Betty Ann brought the dirt. Helen Harper brought the flower pots. Some of the girls brought tulip bulbs, gladiola bulbs, and narcissus bulbs. Besides bulbs, we have planted many kinds of seeds such as grapefruit seeds, bird seed, nasturtium seeds, and some foliage plants. We each have planted some pole beans. It has been lots of fun to plan, and plant the different seeds. —Mary Moore, Form VI ACTIVITIES OF THE FIFTH GRADE, 1934-35 LAST fall, the Fifth and Sixth Grades started a Hobby Shop under the direction of Miss Williams. We have made hand-woven linen, hand-made books and bcadwork of many kinds. It has been great fun. In the art exhibit this year many fifth grade girls exhibited their work. Patty Hill won first prize for her finger painting. Joan Payne won first prize for her oil painting and honorable mention for her outstanding work. On April twelfth, we gave a play called Old Pipes and the Dryad which we dramatized from a story in our reader, Prose and Poetry. We needed a large tree which a dryad could live in, so we made one. We made a portfolio for Miss Spurr which contained the play and sketches of the scenes and characters. It took many weeks to prepare our play although we enjoyed doing it. Another interesting thing was the making of shoebox scenes. The girls got their ideas from stories they had read or from their history work. It has also been our pleasure to help keep the eases outside the library filled. Once we brought many interesting Indian things—tomahawks, dolls, rugs, pottery, jewelry and bcadwork which we arranged ourselves. During the entire year we have been very busy in the school room, in our outside activities, and on the playground. THIRD GRADE ACTIVITIES. 1934-35 WHILE we were studying fur-bearing animals of North America we spent a morning learning about animals in their natural ways of living, by looking at the exhibits in the Zoology Building. We visited the Aquarium. We saw the bird exhibit, too. Miss Olson gave us a talk on Japanese Art, and showed us all the lovely exhibits of Japanese clothing, vases, prints, screens, jewelry, weaving, and dishes. Harriet Jaffray wrote a Pilgrim Play while we were studying about the early settlers of our country— the Pilgrims. Harriet gave each of us a part to play, and we invited our parents and friends. It was the first time our Little Theatre was used. Each of our class brought our best dolls, and had a doll exhibit. Fifty-nine dolls were in the exhibit. They represented eighteen nations. They were all our own dolls. (Continued on page ■ ) Page )9 Left—Weezie Piper, Cynthia Dalrymplc, and Nancy Ross atop the shed. THE 1935 TATLER Right — The Third Grade en masse. Left—Little America at Lor-ing Park. Right—I.eft to right: Anne Richards, Joan Hobson, Tooky Belcher, Jane Dobson. Left—The Third Grade visited the Fire Barn. Right—The Third Grade in Puritan costumes. Left—The Fourth Grade. Right — Two more Third Grade Puritans. Ixft — A greeting from the First Grade. THE 1935 TATLER THIRD GRADE ACTIVITIES. 1934-1935—Continued from Page 39 In art class wc made clay models of Eskimo igloos, dogs, dog-sledges, Eskimo children, seals, polar bears and hunters. We made them for our sand table. Then wc put them in the exhibition cases on the second lloor by the library, just as they were arranged for the sand table. Wc had an exhibition of our reading books that told about Eskimos. Wc arc going to make a Japanese Play and give it in elementary chapel early in May, when the plum trees arc in bloom. Little Plum Blossom (Ume San, in Japanese) will show how little Japanese girls live and play in Japan. SOME NATURE STORIES WRITTEN BY THE SECOND GRADE THE TRIP We went to Loring Park. Wc saw many ducks. Wc fed the ducks bread. The ducks would dive for the bread. The squirrels were running here and there. Wc fed them too. The pigeons came up and ate out of our hands. The swans are beautiful, big, white birds. They ate bread from our hands. We had a good time at the park. THE CITY MARKET Our class went to the city market. We saw many vegetables there. They were pretty, bright colors. We saw red apples, purple egg-plants, green spinach, orange carrots, yellow peas, and brown potatoes. The farmers brought all these things to the market in trucks. THE PUMPKIN STORY Wc went into the back yard and saw the pumpkins. They were growing on a big vine. Some were green and some had turned orange. The flowers were yellow. The pumpkins had grown from flowers. We will bring the pumpkins in for Hallowe’en. A KINDERGARTEN. FIRST AND SECOND GRADE PROGRAM As a Little Girl read her story book one day, she was carried into dreamland by the dolly lullaby and the tip-toe steps of the Sandman. While she slept. Mother Goose and her friends danced and sang. The characters in the program were: Helen Tearse. Joan Wurtelc, Florence Eggleston, Thirza Jones, Skippy Carpenter, Kussell Ives, Esther Crosby, Rika Lemkc, David Bendell, Cynthia Knoblauch, Bobs Robinson, Betty Kennedy, Charlotte Lyman, Lucille Camp, Sally Wheeler, Mary Wurtelc, Janet Fulton. Jean Dunn, Mary Nelson, Martha Struthcrs, Patricia Coan, Patty Kennedy. FLOWERS As I am walking through a field. To pick some flouers I must yield. I gather a few of et cry hue, White and yellow, red and blue. —Carol Atwood, Form VI WINTER Beautiful snowflakes which fall from the sky. With your crystal wonder I fill my eye. W jere do yon come from, so silent and still? Making all beautiful in tl)c winter chill. —Mary Davis, Form VI Page 41 THE 1935 TATLER MY DOG I HAVE a nice little dog. His tail is very short and his cars are very long. His stomach is very fat. He has brown eyes and they look funny in the dark. He barks at everyone that comes around our house. He always plays with a friend that comes over. After they get tired of playing the game that they arc playing they go and get garbage and take it in the yard. Then 1 have to pick it up. I do not like to do it, cither. —Lucia Tearse, Form IV SPRINGTIME Lovely Lady Springtime, In Ixr robe of green. Lovely Lady Springtime, Of all things six's queen. T! e birds are singing loudly. Bright tulips nodding proudly. Tlx sun is shining brightly, Apple blossoms swaying lightly, Lovely Lady Springtime is Ixre. Lovely Lady Springtime Brings each bird and nest. Lovely Ijidy Springtime Makes tlx world its best. Tlx moon is shining brightly, frogs arc singing nightly. All tlx owls are wbooing. And the doves are softly cooing. Lovely Lady Springtime is Ixre. —Kitty Rand, Form VI A PUMPKIN ONCE there was and Mother. I liked to be naughty, but he wasn't afraid, and so did his Father, he saw a witch. Into be naughty again,” a a little, fat, round pumpkin that lived in a big held with its Father ts house was a haystack. This little pumpkin was naughty and he and it pleased him. His Mother and Father were afraid of witches. He liked to be naughty. One day his Mother rolled across the field Then the little pumpkin looked up and on a broomstick in the sky the haystack he rolled and closed the door. Then he cried. I'll never nd he never was. —Oi.ivia Coan, Form IV THE BEETLE Yesterday I met a beetle Sitt'n’ on a blade of grass He didn't pass the day. But only sat an' watched me pass. Maps, I think are very queer. They show places far and near. In one skip, you can go from Tim hue too to Buffalo. His Isoms were ratlxr long and prickly So I hurried quickly by for I was think’n what would happen If lx were as big as I. —Joan Payne, Form V MAPS While Alaska’s cold, and Chile's hot, On a test you’re in a spot. If you simply do not know Where tlx cities ought to go. I don’t like the belts and lines, I hate depressions and declines, But maps are good tlxmgb, I must say, for they show places and tlx nay. —Kitty Rand, Form VI A WINDY DAY Today is a windy day; Stop soon, I hope it may, for I’m a-shivering and a-quii ering. Tlx wind is blowing through tlx cracks. The wind is pulling at my hat. It’s tugging at my scarf. And pushing, pushing me along. Oh, uhat a windy day! —Anne Leslie, Form V Page 42 THE 1935 TATLER LITTLE TOMTITS Nature has ceased to be lord) , The summer has fallen away, Autumn is nearly over And winter is hard on its way. What would tie do without snowflakes In the cold, hard winter long. They coter the earth like a blanket Of feat x’rs or fur in the dan n. What would we do without Tomtits? They're bra re little birdies all year They twitter and chirp as in summer And at all times are filled with great cheer. —Betsy Stone, Form V CHRISTMAS CONVERSATION THE toy soldiers were having a meeting of the new year. The dolls were all tangled up. They now untangled, Well, where is Mary?” Elsie asked. Oh, there she is,” said Joan and Kate pointing to the tree. She is on the third branch,” said Kate. Can anyone here pull her down?” called Ann. I can,” said Elsie. All right, do it,” said the rest of the dolls. Here goes,” said Elsie. One, two, three, plop, went Mary. Arc you all right?” asked Elsie. Yes,” said Mary. But it is four o'clock, so let’s go back to our places.” Merry Christmas. Happy New Year, called the dolls. —Betty Peterson, Form IV THE NAUGHTY HOBGOBLIN THERE was once a very naughty Hobgoblin named Peothy. One day Pcothy looked at his Hobgoblin calendar to sec what the date was. What do you think the date was? It was the day before Hallowe'en. Peothy was very much astonished. He said, Oh me, oh my, 1 am in a pickle now. I don't know what I am going to do. So that funny little Hobgoblin put on his thinking cap and thought for a long time. I have it,” he cried jumping up and down for joy. I will run around and scare people,” and he did. On Hallowe’en night at seven o'clock Peothy started out to scare people. Be very careful,” said Pcothy's father. Do not fall into the mud,” warned Pcothy’s mother. Pcothy had his tick-tack with him. The first thing he did was to use it on Mrs. Spinach’s window and make her jump. He soaped many windows. He rolled Miss Pieplant’s bird bath out into the street. He did many other naughty things and I assure you he was a very sleepy Hobgoblin the next day. —Katharine Nielson, Form IV AUTUMN LEAVES Autumn leaves arc falling down All day long, all day long. I would like to touch a leaf, T e pretty gold and silver leaves Of red, and every color. —Lucille Camp, Form II Page 41 THE 1935 TATLER STARS SECRETS I love to watch the stars by night. They arc so wonderful a sight; They look like new, and shine like gold. Hut really they are very old. —Dorothy Barnes, Form III am bursting out with secrets I can not keep them in I would so like to tell them I am 'bout to begin. —Olivia Coan, Form IV PICKING COTTON IT was late afternoon in the cotton field. Little Maggie and Moses were sitting in the shade of a plum thicket. When yo’ gwinc home. Mammy?” asked little Moses. Pretty soon now, honey, said Mandy. Us got fer to fill dis bag. Cotton got fer to get to the gin tomorrow, and den the boat be carrying it to New Orleans.” Mandy went on picking cotton and singing to herself. The other negroes were singing too. Derc’s de bell now. Mammy,” said Maggie. Sho is, honey,” and Mandy and the other Negroes began to gather up their bags as the plantation bell rang for the end of the day’s work. Riding home in the wagon, sitting on top of the cotton sacks, the Negroes began to sing and little Maggie and Moses joined in. Maggie and Moses helped drive the mules to the gin and after it came from the gin they watched the cotton loaded on the river boats to be taken to New Orleans. —Joan Payne, Form V THE HALLOWE’EN PARTY IT was I lallowe’en. Flossy and Freddie were very much excited. They were going to have a Hallowe’en party. The children were coming at four o'clock and staying until six-thirty. Every time the door bell rang Flossy and Freddie ran to answer it, hoping it was one of the guests. Soon they were all there. They played games and best of all they had a movie. They had good things to cat. For dessert they lud ice cream and cake. Soon it was time to go home. Then Flossy and Freddie went to bed. —Marilyn Eastman, Form IV JACK FROST lack Frost is a merry little elf. lie runs around and hides himself, lie nips your nose, And bites my toes. As ifuickly over the ground tie goes. —Mary Wurtele, Form II FROST FAIRIES Fairies on � • window pane. Frosty mountains and sih er rain, Pretty flowers all around. Leaves and trees on a frosty ground. —Patricia Coan, Form II MY BOOKS My books have a shelf near my ! cd. And at night I think of things I tun e read: Of goblins' fun, of fairies' flight. These and otlyers I think of at night. —Dorothy Dunn, Form III Page 44 THE 1935 TATLER THORFINN, GUDRID AND SNORRI ONE day in Greenland, Eric the Red and his daughter Gudrid had visitors. They saw two boats coming in, and they went down to meet them. A man stepped out of one of the boats. I am Biarni,” he said, and 1 should like to stay with you for awhile.” I am glad to have you, replied Eric, but who is this?” he asked, looking at a man who had just gotten out of the other boat. 1 am Thorfinn,” the man answered. Well,” said Eric, I am Eric the Red and this is my daughter, Gudrid. They went in with their men and that night there was a big feast. One day Thorfinn said to Eric, I should like to have Gudrid for my wife.” Eric consented and in about a week Thorfinn and Gudrid were married. One night when the men were telling stories Thorfinn said, I should like to go to see a certain place called Wincland. which 1 have heard much about. Well, replied Eric, I for one would advise you not to go.” But why?” questioned Thorfinn. Once,” said Eric, I tried to go there with my son Thorstcin, and we were tossed about on the waves, like a baby in a cradle, and we got no place at all. I may have better luck and I think I will try it if Gudrid docs not object.” Thorfinn turned to Gudrid, who replied, I would like to go and let us be off as soon as we can.” At last everything was ready, and they all got on the boats, which were three in number. There were two boats with Thorfinn’s men and one with Eric’s men. They sailed on and on and had much better luck than Eric had. One day when they had landed, the men saw something on the hills, and ran out to find out what it was. When they came back they were shouting, Grapes.” They were very glad to find them because they had really come for grapes. One day Gudrid and Thorfinn had a baby born to them, and they named him Snorri. Snorri grew fast and soon was playing in the sand. They had a fight with the Indians and decided to go home. Wincland is now called North America. —Ruth Phflps, Form IV AT SANTA CLAUS’ HOUSE Oh my!” exclaimed Mrs. Santa. I have slept two weeks over time. I must hurry and arouse Santa Claus for in two weeks the toy making shop will be open.” Ho hum!” came from Santa as Mrs. Santa called, Get up, get up!” Please let me sleep just forty winks longer. I will make you a mince pic if you get up now.” All right. That will get me in the humor of Christmas. Mother, Mother, shouted Santa a little later, My pants are too big. My goodness!” said Mrs. Santa, You have grown thinner. Before long you will grow into them.” And Santa did, too. When Santa went into his work shop, by mistake he went che choo!” and all the dust from everywhere flew up and Santa was black. A month later all the toys were in Santa’s sled, and Santa was off to give every good boy and girl some toy. —Sally Piper, Form V SLUSHI SLUSHI This morning when I came to school, I wen slush, slush, slush. That's probably all my overshoes could think of saying. —Jessica Driscoll, Form IV Page -f 5 THE 1935 TATLER THE NICEST THINGS I KNOW (Persons Not Counted) 1. The whispering pine trees when a gentle wind is blowing. 2. A hilly pasture with cows and horses grazing on it.—D. D. 3. The colored grass in the daytime. 4. The bright stars around the moon make the world look beautiful.—M. H. 5. 1 love the birds that sing their songs of peace that I love too.—G. S. 6. Flowers around a pretty little house. 7. Sitting on the porch in the moonlight.—E. C. 8. I like to hear the birds twitter in the early morning. 9. I like to sec the rainbow just after the rain is done.—J. I). 10. I like to look up into the sky and sec the clouds go floating by. —Form IV DUTCH LULLABY Go to sleep my baby. Father's none a-fishing Close your pretty eyes, To catch a little fish; Till the merry sunbeam Mother'll cook it for you Wakes you from your dream. In a little dish. —Harriet Jai i ray, Form III SLEEP, BABY, SLEEP I tucked my baby in her cradle. And sang her this little song: Sleep, sleep, baby, sleep. While the stars are in the sky; Sleep, sleep, baby, sleep. The night is passing by. The moon is watching tlx little stars She peeks through tlx clouds like window bars; Six sees my baby dear, tucked in her bed. So sleep, sleep, baby sleep. —Gretchen Knoblauch, Form III FUN I want to hare some fun I like to play in the sun As playing in a band And marching up tlx street I'd like to beat a drum Ra tat at tat Ra atat tun Don’t you call that fun? —Katherine Henry, Form V SCOLDING ROBINS W xre is our nest of last year? We went south in a hurry; Left our nest in the elm tree Ixre, When snou began to flurry. Here is our nest of last year. It is tattered and torn a bit; We’ll Ihice to patch it up, my dear. Then lay the blue eggs in it. —Group work of Form III Page 46 THE 1935 TATLER PEN POINTS QUICKSILVER Now you see it; now you don't.” Ideas— can't capture them. They are elusive, they slip Through my fingers like hits of mercury. They tease; they come, and then are gone. They are shadows without form. I try, I sec, and try to hold. I cannot. They are uncondensable fog— They are ideas: they are elusive. —Patricia Pettit, Form XI. Page 47 THE 1935 TATLER CHRISTABEL LONG quills of moonlight filtered through the open window, over the ruffled locks of the sleeping girls. The trees, a mass of black spiny network, clawed at a white moon that stared in icy horror at Geraldine. The purplish marks on its broad surface intensified the sharp light, outlining with horrible precision the tragedy in that room. Christabcl stirred uneasily. She turned her head toward Geraldine and rose on her elbow that she might better study the pale face. Before her eyes came the image of her father, a sick father who loved her very much, who lay on his bed, thin, emaciated, distorted with long pain and suffering. Yes, her father was near to her, but the vague, all-seeing expression in his sunken eyes told her that he was really far away, and that he would never be well again. Then, the clash of steel resounded in her ears, the beat of horses’ hoofs, the ring of the battle-cry . . . and . . . perhaps her lover mangled on the field . . . ! She dared not think. No, God, no!” Two thin, white hands covered her stinging eyes, and hot tears welled faster and faster. Mother, Mother dearest, protect me and this house from the evil that threatens tonight. Dear God, make my mother strong!” Exhausted, she dropped to her pillow. Her throat was dry with fright, but as she lay sobbing, a peculiar peace and calm overtook her. The hard, cruel moonbeams became soft and washed over her white body like tiny wavelets lapping a sandy shore. Now her eyes were half closed, but they looked on Geraldine with scorn and pity, for she saw beside her lust, jealousy, hate, temptation. Oh God, only You are just. Do with me as you will.” Then sleep came, sweet, heavy, undisturbed sleep. She floated aloft; she saw her father lift his hands and smile, and then a nebulous veil enveloped his frail body, and when she looked again he was not there. Christabcl smiled and murmured softly, He is well at last. Praise God!” A dusky cloud parted and a young man, handsome but for a brilliant red gash on his forehead, was coming toward her. His steps did not falter; rather they seemed winged. His blood-stained tunic moved gently in the night breeze, and he opened his arms to her. Gilbert, my own dearest Gilbert! You have come back to me! Tenderly he folded her in his arms. The next morning a shriveled old woman climbed painfully out of the bed and blinked with disgust at the sun that patched her yellowed face in warm light. The house Page THE 1935 TATLER of Christabcl was silent. A broad, toothless smile was spread on the face of the hag who stumbled over a dead mastiff, sprawled on the great stone stairway, his fangs still bared, his eyes bloodshot, and a sad mixture of fear and triumph on his faithful, canine face. At the gate the ugly wretch, so bent, so wrinkled, so evil, stopped and touched the iron handle. Carefully she ran her long claws over the rough, rusted surface. Then with a fiendish laugh, a laugh that mingled contempt, admiration, awe, she fled, wrapping a black cloak about her repulsive form. On the handle of the good gate is a grey mark, the skull and crossboncs! —Harriet Helm, Form XII (Note: This story suggests an ending for the talc which Samuel Taylor Coleridge left unfinished in his poem Christalnl.) NIGHT The edges of the wind's cloak Catch in my window And swirl around the room. Rubber tires Roll over wet l ai c •men . Sputtering as if over jot tar. Storm windows Rattle in the pull of the wind. Shaking tlx raindrops into eelish streams. The different shades of dark Make a pattern on the ceiling. —Katherine Dain, Form XI MARGARET CAMPION Written after reading Tlx Perennial Bachelor CC A LADY made of white velvet and stuffed with down, Margaret Campion lay on l e sofa, snuggling deeper into the soft pillows. With luxury her idol, and beautiful clothes her ideal of happiness, she went through life, a rather selfish person and a weak character. She adored pretty flowers and loved to be in her conservatory at The Maples. She dreamt of ladies' maids; of strings and strings of pearls, of quantities of parties with rustling silks and satins, and of gilded carriages; everything that was lovely and rich. Her children were spoiled and petted. Their mother did not have enough foresight to do what was good for them. Papa and Mr. Lacey saw Mama” as a sweet little woman who was rather helpless and needed their protection and love. Mama reluctantly drew herself out of the luxurious sofa and went about her duties in the old home..... —Virginia Haglin, Form X Page -fV THE 1935 TATLER A SNIPE HUNT “ A SNIPE Hunt.” The words had a slight sound of suspicion, but being a very ii young and gullible camper, I did not doubt too much, and 1 looked forward to a pleasant evening spent hunting snipes. As you know, a snipe hunt is a very old and worn method of initiating the more unworldly campers in their first year at camp. Each girl is told to take a large laundry bag, a flashlight and a mirror. She is then told to sit in the meadow, bag open, with the mirror in front to lure the snipe to its destiny. She also holds the flashlight, for no good reason unless to aid in counting the snipe after the hunt. On that memorable June night it was in this position that I might have been found. The meadow was damp and the mosquitoes around, for they love wetness and human beings, and here were both in one spot. But I was not daunted by these obstacles. 1 was busy trying all the duck, chicken, chipmunk-calling-to-its-nute calls that I knew, and still no snipe appeared to be caught unawares by my camouflaged pink laundry bag. The counsellors had informed us that a snipe was a kind of gopher and everything else combined. This seemed very little help, since there weren't any animals around anyway; so I picked up my laundry bag, which was beginning to fade from the dew, and started back to my cabin. There I took down my animal and bird book and hunted for the definition of a snipe. Finally I found it. A snipe was a bird which frequented rivers and fern. With this in mind I hurried down to the lake and with my laundry bag hunted all the birds who were sleeping there. After about an hour’s work I finally caught a bird. Hoping that it was a snipe 1 joined the others who were starting back to the main lodge. When the questions were asked concerning my luck, I came forward with a small box and took off the lid. There sat a small, sad-looking bird, but in him lay the power to squelch the counsellors, and though he may not have been a snipe, he succeeded. Never were the new campers teased about their snipe hunt that summer as before, for this time the tables were turned and we were able to make the older and more wise blush at the slightest reference to the occasion. —Kathleen Gluck, Form XII THE GUTTER SLOW-MOVING, dirty water wiggles like thick oil into the sewer, dragging with it bits of wood or old leaves, twisting, spinning, stopped on their filthy course by pieces of broken glass or grimy stones. —Rhoda Belcher, Form Xll Page 50 the 1935 TATLER A WORTHLESS VALUABLE I’M going to Polly’s now. May I take Flora Mac?” I called to Mother. Polly was the little girl in kindergarten who lived in the next block. Oh, not the one Uncle Bill gave you!” Mother said. 'You wouldn’t want anything to happen to her.” Oh, please. I’ll be careful,” I begged, fussing with the many ruftles in the big doll’s pink dress, and 1 do want Polly to see her.” There were so many things Polly had that I envied. Her short black hair, for instance, and her white poodle dog, and her cat. Well, all right,” Mother finally gave in, but remember to be very careful of her. Not many little girls have a doll like Flora Mac.” A little while later Polly ran out to greet me. Oh. isn’t she lovely! May 1 hold her, please? Just for a little while?” She pushed something into my arms, rolled up in a blue bunny blanket. Here, you hold Peter. Oh I love her, her beautiful golden curls and her go-to-sleep eyes.” The queer bundle in my arms began to squirm and fidget. I picked up the corner of the woolly blanket to peep in. Two small eyes shiny as black crystal stared at me. What is it, Polly? What’s in this blanket?” Only Peter, a guinea pig Joe brought home for me.” The little fellow wriggled about as I held him close to me. Such a warm, friendly little animal! You may play with Flora Mac if I can play with Peter,” I suggested hopefully. All afternoon 1 was happy playing with him. 1 tried not to see the falling shadows warning me to go home. It seemed I couldn’t leave Peter. He was so nice. A sudden idea came to me, a very bold idea, and one which I feared to say out loud, but at last 1 dared. Polly,” I began, all nervous inside, do you like Flora Mae? Do I! She is the most beautiful doll I’ve ever seen.” This encouraged me to go on. Would you, I mean you wouldn’t—you wouldn't want to trade Peter for her, would you?” I waited for her answer for what seemed like hours. Trade Peter for Flora Mac? she asked. 1 nodded my head, terribly worried now about my boldness. Sure I’ll trade. Daddy said I had to get rid of him anyway. It was too good to be true, and before Polly could change her mind 1 grabbed Peter and ran home. Mother, Mother! I called, bursting into the house. Look what I’ve got! It’s mine, too. Isn’t he wonderful, and he’s all mine to keep!” But where did you get him?” Mother asked, shying away from the guinea pig as 1 held him towards her. I traded him for Flora Mae,” I announced with pride. Not your new doll?” Yes. for Flora Mae. Wasn’t 1 lucky? Polly said it was all right ’cause her Daddy wouldn’t let her have him.” But your doll is more valuable; it’s worth dozens of guinea pigs.” I don’t care,” I said looking down at the furry ball in my arms. I love Peter, and I’d rather have him. You see. Mother, he’s alive. —Mary Glulk Mc Donald, Form XII Pa c 51 THE 1935 TATLER WHO WILL WIN? AS I was passing through Wayzata today on my way home from school. 1 noticed a rather motley crowd gathered in front of the store of Mr. Shrewsbury, the village wit. There was an old man with long, white whiskers, several plump house-wives, farmers from nearby, and a general sprinkling of school boys. All seemed excited and the argument serious. I drew near, and stopped to listen. Old Whiskers, after a generous spat on the sidewalk, drawled, I know it will be a darn sight later this year.” Another said. April eleventh is my guess.” You are way off.” Then I knew that it was the gathering of the natives which occurs each year about this time, when they all come and put a coin and a slip of paper in a box. On the slip of paper arc written the name of the writer and the exact date that he thinks the ice will go out of Lake Minnetonka. This is an old custom, and for twenty years or more a crowd has gathered to celebrate on the eventful day that the ice goes out. Some of the old-timers think they can predict the exact hour that it will disappear. When most of the people who live by the lake get up these mornings, the first thing they do is not to run for the paper before the dog chews it up, not to look at the thermometer, but to look at the lake. At first, of course, it melts around the edge, each day a little farther. Then, perhaps, during the night there is a wind or a rain and the whole solid mass of ice is moved nearer another shore. Then comes the real sign of the breaking up! The color of the ice changes; we all know it turns black at least two days before it goes out. But this year we arc fooled. A night or so ago, snow fell; it did not melt and covered the gradually darkening ice sheet with a coat of white. We arc at a loss to know what the color of the ice is underneath! But let’s go back a minute, and listen to old Whiskers’ My bet is April eighteenth.” He looked so old and so wise that I am going to cheer for April eighteenth. —Carolyn Hollers, Form VIII CITY PARK Dark pateixs of oozing mud, Tufts of brown grass c xikcd by Wet, dark, brou n leaves. daunt trees scrauling their Skeleton outlines against The grayish snou . Flecked minutely with specks of soot From tall chimneys; And mud splashed by cars From streaming gutters. —Nancy Lou Mack all, Form XII Page 52 THE 1935 TATLER THE DINNER TABLE NOTHING but candles lighted the dining room. They cast a mellow, flattering glow on the table and the people seated there. The hostess, looking at the candles, was reminded of the time she first saw the man who was now her husband. He had been very handsome then, by the soft light in the library, thirty years ago. But he was even more so now, with his white hair and steel-blue eyes. So she loved the candle light. The old man at the right of the hostess remembered the candles at his son’s funeral —it hadn’t been very long ago. Well, he might have been reading or talking with his son now, if—. And he hated the candle light. Next to the old man sat two children. They saw the dark places in the corners and the weird shadows on the walls. They feared the candle light. Two of the guests were young and happy; while they looked into the light, they forgot that they had met only a week ago. They held hands and laughed. They also loved the candle light. The last guest was Father Sullivan. The candles brought to his mind the High Mass of last Christmas. He had been happier then than at any other time. Christmas had brought to him, for once, the sincere peace and comfort of the church. He respected the candle light. Nothing but candles lighted the dining room. They cast a mellow, flattering glow on the table and the people seated there. —Margaret Farr, Form XI THE FAIRY RING WHAT a surprise! What joy! Fairyland was all a-flutter! Guess what was happening! Why of course you know. THE CIRCUS WAS COMING TO FAIRYLAND! The elves were to invite a fairy to go with them. Tony, oh Tony! Promise and cross your heart you won’t tell?” Sure, Toby, what is it?” Tony said as she was playing inside her bubble mansion of lovely shades. The circus is coming!” Oh, Toby, when, where, and—?” said Tony, trying to catch her voice as she jumped out the door to the walk below. At least it was a walk to the fairies. You know the teeth you lose arc of great use to the fairies. They use them as blocks in their sidewalks. It’s to be at the fairy cade in the fairy ring, or circus ring, this Friday. And Tony,” blushing Toby whispered, twisting the buttons of his blue jacket, I’d like you to go with me; it’s going to be awfully nice.” Why, Toby, I’d love to!” cried delighted Tony. Don’t you think wc should see that Lotty and Loui get to go too? You know they can’t afford to pay,” said Toby, but if you’ll help we could earn enough money for them to go. Why of course, Toby; we’ll sell ice cream at the circus Friday and take them Saturday.” Friday afternoon was a very exciting day for Tony and Toby, but it was awfully hard for them to sell icc cream, because the circus was so good. The fairy ring was made of a leaf, sprinkled with different shades of pollen. The fairies and the elves sat on the bark and cheered. On the white horses little elves and fairies were dancing. The elephants, of course, were not real elephants but ants with the elcph. When the vicious tiger came They made tlx- ladies scream, But Tony and Toby-Kept on railing out ”ice cream. And the next day Lotty and Loui saw the circus. —Jam Dobson, Form VII THE 1935 TATLER SO WHITE THE FROST ONE recognizes the change from summer to fall, but winter creeps on gradually, so gradually that if you’re not observing, some morning you wake up and find snow on the ground. But this year I shan’t be surprised, for I’ve seen and heard winter’s footsteps as she approaches. The wind has taken on a wild, fierce strain; it seems to come roaring through the trees and then pass on, leaving a quiet so absolute as to seem almost as if the air were frozen into immobility. The windows above the radiators in my room have begun to grow frosty around the edges, and the streetlights seem like stars when viewed through them. I am becoming impatient for the mornings when I wake up and find the whole windows thickly covered. They arc like white wax tablets on which one can scratch names and play tit-tat-toe. Once again my mind conjures up the figures of the Sandman and Jack Frost as I imagined them not so very long ago. The Sandman wore a brown suit, a brown stocking cap, and brown leather shoes which turned up at the end. His face and hands were dry and wrinkled, and he was bent double under the weight of a gunny sack slung over his shoulder. This sack contained the fine, white sand which he threw into the eyes of little boys and girls. Jack Frost was quite different; he always seemed quite modern and not at all story bookish, l ie was very tall and straight and seemed to tingle with the cold. His clothes were all of frost and glittered in the light. He had a long icicle nose and his cars came down in icicle points, like those of elves. On his head was a tall, while silk hat, out from under which protruded straight hair like spun glass. He carried a long snowy-tipped icicle brush with which, ’twas said, he painted all the windows. So, I'm glad when 1 feel the wind growing sharper, glad when the air tingles with cold; I’m glad that winter is coming. —Mary Lou Benson, Form XI LE CHENE ET LE PRINTEMPS Seul sur unc pente, un chcne noueux sc tient, Courbe par le vent, formidable ct ancicn. Dc la terre deserte, s’elcve le tronc dccharnc; Vers les cieux ouverts, s’etendent les branches effances. Puis un frisson du Printemps lui-mcme Qui fremit dans l'epine du chenc . . . La sape douce cst libcrcc ct fourmille Jusqu'au bout dc chaque petit ramillc. Un eclat dc bourgeons, nouveau ct verdissant Flotte ct flamboic au soldi levant; Gonfle ct fleurit—un fcuillagc joyeux; Se creve ct jaillit cn un vert somptueux. —Louise Chandler, Form XII • Miss Sadlcy: Dolly Flannery, stop talking. Leslie Flannery: But, Miss Sadlcy, I just started. Pagr 54 THE 1935 TATLER THEN AND NOW ALTHOUGH the Homeric Age was a very long time ago and in some ways the people of that time led a primitive sort of existence, their ideas of life and how to treat it seem to be much more sensible than ours. After reading The Odyssey, one cannot help feeling envious of the calm, sure manner in which they faced certain problems. It is almost amusing to notice how definite their ideas were about life after death. There was none of the discussion and differences of opinion that we have today about the subject. They had everything worked out to the last detail. The good people went to the Elysian plain to live in immortal bliss, the wicked to Hades to live in continual torture. No one doubted that the belief was true. It was taken for granted with no questions asked. Another illustration of this point is to be found in their beliefs concerning a god or gods. Their believing in many gods who ruled from their high mountain abode shows us how imaginative they were. Many beautiful and poetic myths were made up about the relationship between the gods and the Greeks. So when I hear people say that it must have been terrible” to live in the Homeric Age, 1 feel sorry for them, because they do not realize the many advantages of living long ago. —Marguerite 1rf.ys, Form X SOUNDS I LIKE I WAS walking along through the woods when I heard the jing-jinglc of a cowbell. Coming down the narrow road was a young farm-hand driving the cows home. His deep chuckle, as he followed them, was that of a boy whose voice has just changed. Near by a little brook babbled and gurgled as it rolled happily on its way, and the trees whispered secrets among themselves. Then one of the cows mooed a low, contented moo. and another followed suit, but its was a higher one. In the distance a low rumble was heard. Thunder! The boy hurried his cows along and was soon lost around a bend, for we both hurried in opposite directions. Soon another rumble and a man riding a horse came clomp-clomping by and faded off in the distance. Then I spotted a low barn that could at least serve for shelter. I ran and just as I reached it the rain came pattering down. When it stopped I walked home. —Barbara Bissell, Form VII A STORM The cold wind made each ripple on the lake sneeze. Each leafless tree shake, And the sky wrap dark clouds around herself. She scolded tlx lightning That rent tlx edges of Ixr cloak. Then There was that tense stillness that comes before a crisis. They had gone too far; Silently the teased sky Ixgan to cry. —Betsey Deems, Form XI As a grey furry mitten clings to the cold stony hands, so clings the film of smoke to New York’s skyline. —Mary Anna Nash, Form XI Page 55 THE 1935 TATLER AN ODD LITTLE GIRL AS I was taking a walk the other day to find what sort of a town Bicklcburg was (I was visiting my sister), my attention was suddenly attracted by shrieks and screams issuing from the backyard of the richest family in town. Won’t! Shan’t! Leave me alone!” Now what, thought I, could that be?” As I had two or three hours to waste between parties in my honor, and nothing more interesting to do, across the street I went, to sec whence came the disturbance. As I entered the yard, I was suddenly set to wishing I were back in New York by the sharp and surprising slap of a handful of sand thrown into my face. When I had recovered enough to brush it out of my eyes and hair, I began to wonder where under the sun it had come from. 1 finally opened my eyes to perceive, sitting right in the middle of a large and expensive sand box, a few feet away, a small and fussily dressed little girl with rather sad blue eyes. On her head was a pink hair ribbon which perfectly matched her dress. Her lower lip was sticking out in a pout, and she had a handful of sand in each hand, explaining the source of my discomfort, while she stared at me with the greatest of suspicion. Ahem! Well, well,” said I. Well, well youw-self.” May I ask why you threw sand at me?” I didn’t thwow sand at you! My govewness said I had to dwink my milk, and 1 thwow sand at hew, because it’s hawd on my ncwvcs to dwink it.” Being a man possessed of thirty and some odd years, I had not the faintest idea what the next move on my part was, but I made a brave attempt. Don’t you know that a little thing like you hasn’t got any nerves? How do you suppose your governess’ nerves were when you threw sand at her?” Oh, she hasn’t any newves left; she told me herself.” 1 shouldn’t doubt it,” thought 1. Oh!” said the small tyrant suddenly, Oh!” 1 beheld coming toward me a most pathetic specimen of doghood. It was a tiny, thin, tired, bedraggled, dirty little puppy. F-celing sorry for him. I stooped down and snapped my fingers at him. To my astonishment, he pricked up his tiny cars, looked past me, and ran wearily straight over to my small friend. Toky! Toky! Oh, my precious baby, you’ve come back!” The little puppy jumped into her waiting and outstretched arms, and after a few tired but ecstatically happy licks, curled up and closed his eyes. This was too much for me. 1 couldn’t figure it out, so without getting the slightest attention from the happy pair, 1 said good-bye” anyway and started out of the yard. Page 56 the 1935 TATLER Just as I reached the gate, I met the governess coming out of the house. I nodded at her, but she didn't even notice me. She was staring at the little girl and the puppy. It’s Toky.” I beg your pardon, ma’am?” said I. She turned, startled and looked at me. Oh,” said she, I don’t know who you arc, but you can’t know what this means. It’s her little puppy, come back. He got lost a fortnight ago, and she’s not been the same since; that she hasn’t; never would mind me. nor wash her face, nor drink her milk nor say a pleasant word. And now my little Elly ’ll be like herself again. Heaven be praised!” Whew!” thought 1 as I sallied forth from the yard. —Marcella Phelps, Form VIII LOST IN A FOG Gallia est onines Jiiisa in partes Ires.—Caesar. song is a song is not a song. IF future historians had to rely wholly upon the popular songs of the day as the only means of determining the life of the times, the social background, and the thought of the period, they would probably class us as the morons who caused the decline of civilization. Barring several more or less tuneful melodies, the songs themselves without the words arc mostly a blare of saxophones and a syncopated crash of drums. No doubt the playing of popular music will calm down a bit so that when the music of today is unearthed centuries later, the melodics of these songs will be played on some milder instruments, such as the gawumpus or the wootle, with the result that they will be only a series of sounds played on the same notes. Imagine the Bugle Rag” and Jungle Fever” played in symphonic arrangement. If we were to be judged by the music alone, they might let it go with, It’s too subtle for us to understand,” and send out rather pedantic young men with sun helmets and dark glasses and notebooks to do research on the forgotten civilization. But the words to these songs are even more misleading than the tunes. Take, for instance, that current rage, You’re the Top.” People who didn’t know, might think that our ambition was to be like the Field Museum or the coiosseum. They might picture an ardent young couple seated in a grotto with the moon gently urging them on, calling each other Mickey Mouse.” Upon further research they might find that mice caused conjunctivitis and other rather unromantic diseases. They would no doubt gather that we did nothing but make love. They would not realize how much time we spent setting alarm clocks and going to school. Reading the words to Rain” they would judge that we had a severe drought. From Lost in a Fog they would gather that we had bad weather and from June in January” that we were positively mentally deficient or else that June was a new word for frost-bitten. Cowboy songs arc in a class by themselves. Their exhilarating rhythm is pleasing to some people, as witnessed by the number of radio listeners to the Sunshine Boys cough syrup program every afternoon. Historians would gather that our topography was just one stretch of plain and that the place to go on Sunday nights was the last round-up. The situation presented and the inevitable results noted, the only thing yet unaccounted for is the solution to this urgent problem. I can’t quite imagine that the young things today would enjoy dancing to Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony, but at least these moth-eaten song writers ought to take a correspondence course in stratospheric explorations and let the composer of Night and Day” exert his unquestionable ability as a maestro of the old school. Page 57 —Ellen Huff, Form XI THE 1935 TATLER LE DEVOIR DRELIND1N din . . . drelindin din! La cloche appcllc; jc I'cntcnds sonncr a travcrs lc bois distinctemcnt, impcricuscment, ct en memo temps tout le petit monde de la forct, le vent doux dans le fcuillagc font un concert ravissant. Autour de moi je regarde . . . passer les faucons, dcferlcr les lames du gazon miroitant au rayon du solcil. I.abas, au lointain, on peut imaginer unc goclette les voiles dcplayecs, a destination de quclquc port ctrange. Drelindin din . . . drelindin din! Que le diable emporte cettc maudite cloche!” Jc me suis rctournc pour voir d ou venait cettc voix, mais il n’y avail que les buissons. Un hcrisson a passe a travcrs les broussaillcs, mais ricn d’autre ne remuait. La fauvette continuait a gazouillcr sur son ramcau, lc bouvrcuil, la pic, et I’aloucttc chantaient a haute voix, et la tourterelle roucoulait tranquillcmcnt dans les bois. Non— Personnc ne troublerait mon extase, cette joie de vivre. Jc m'accoudais au ras du sol ct jc regardais lc paysage etincclant de lumicre, quand tout a coup, de la profondcur du bois, et au milieu de gros rircs ct de craquements, cst apparu mon ami Pierre Mola, Jean,” dit-il.” Que fais-tu. gaspillant ainsi ton temps? Nous serons cn retard pour l’ccolc. Nous devrions nous dcpcchcr si nous voulons y arriver a temps. Allons, cn route!” Ticns! Qu’est-cc qui t’amenc ici? Moi, je pensais faire I’ecole buissonniere. Quel beau jour pour aller a la pcchc. Vous savez lorsqu’il fait beau, les poissons sont a lleur de l cau pour prendre un bain de solcil, pour ainsi dire. Quelle bonne prise cc scrait! C’cst une bonne idee. Mais . . . Sapristi! Nous ne devrions pas lc faire. Si Ton nous prenait au jcu . . . Non, j’irai a I'ecolc. Samedi nous pourrons retourncr dans le bois, Partons.” Peu apres nous sommes arrives a I’ecolc. Jugez vous-memc! La conscience ct le Sens du Devoir nous avaient conquis. —Leila Gnus, Form XII Flash Corn fields—flash—wheal fields—flash The train s(feeds along— Miles ami miles of flat country A whistle echoes through the unbroken monotony. Farm houses—flash—cattle grazing—flash— They're gone— Iindless (irairies stretch to the horizon— Then like a s xtl a tillage af (tears Am is gone Numerous lakes scattered, here and there— Then flash again. And sand banks loom ufi blocking The view. Our destination is reached. Breaking the monotony. —Charlotte Bui kley, Form XII Page 5S THE 1935 TATLER BEAUTY IN THE RAW ON entering the gate at the beach at Miami, I look about with interest. All around me people are enjoying the rest and beauty. Children, however, arc frantic with excitement as they run in and out of the rolling waves. Directly in front of me is a middle-aged man in trunks. His hat is pulled over his eyes and his hands arc folded on his stomach. His chest, in spite of its hairy protection, is well burned from the sun. As he snores peacefully, a fly buzzes around his hat, lighting every now and then to bite a projecting bit of chin. To my left there is a bunch of children whose mothers arc gathered under a huge umbrella to talk, read, and sew. The children arc calling to their ciders to watch them jump under an especially large wave. Still further out in the ocean arc people swimming and riding the foamy water on boards. On the horizon there arc steamers and launches. To the right I see, with pleasure, a young girl lying in the sun reading a magazine. Her hair is a beautiful yellowy brown, light and full of curls. Her eyes are a deep, indescribable color, nearly purple. Her eyelashes are long and her mouth is graceful. Her slender body seems to fit into the sand as she lies on her stomach. Her legs wave back and forth, interrupted only by the touch of a fly as it sits on a toe. A young man and his mother draw near. Putting the magazine aside she rises. How gracefully she moves! How supple her body! Hey. Miss, just where would you like your parasol?” comes the voice of the boy who holds my umbrella. My own voice, as I reply, reminds me that I am but a girl, visiting a beach in Florida. A flock of new people enters the gate, chattering and whistling. The gossiping mothers are finally watching their little ones. And the once-sleeping man is now asking another fellow, Why can’t there at least be quiet in a place like this? Then, as the new-comers clamour for beach umbrellas and cushions, And why do you let people come in when others are . . But his voice is lost in the confusion of noise. Finally all is quiet once more, but the pretty girl, svherc is she? Someone nudges my elbow. 1 look around and there, standing Ixsidc me is a fat, perspiring woman, eating bananas, who remarks, Want one?” —Bamby Rand, Form VII UNKNOWN QUANTITY A quantity known as Miss Prase Thinks only of X, Y's, ami Z's. At regular times We learn letters a ini signs I ron) this XYZ juggler named Pease. —Margaret Foley, Form IX ZEUS There once was a kingie called Zeus Who u as dangerous to hair around loose Tor when Ijc was mad The weather was had— A cloud-comfn-llor was Zeus. —Virginia Haglin, Form X Page 59 THE 1935 TATLER WHAT FOR? I HAD heard of death. 1 knew what it was and had heard my parents speak of it often. Death in reality, however, was entirely new to me. It seemed so far off, so inconsequential, that it didn’t at all bother me. I first knew of it directly when my grandfather died, but I wondered about the cause of the grief. He was gone, and that was that. Close upon his death came that of a very dear cousin of my mother’s. 1 remember the day the telegram came. It was rather, as usual, a very unpleasant shock. I distinctly remember, too, listening to Mother tell me gravely how she died. 1 couldn’t understand. So I sat on the stairs to think it over. Having decided at last that it was nothing serious, as I had never seen my cousin, I leaned around the stair-landing and grinned. You can imagine my mother’s feeling! Mother later took me aside and explained, she thought, the awfulncss of death and told me I should never speak ill of the dead and should always respect them. Although that episode made me aware of death, still I cannot think of it in terms of awfulness. Why ought it to be feared? As I grew older, I still felt the same way, even until now, when I can say that I do yet, although I hear of increasing deaths of those whom I know. When they do die, 1 feel I must become accustomed to their absence, although I cannot seem to recognize the fact that they are gone. As I heard of these deaths, my first impulse was to see a body—a morbid curiosity, I admit—but at last my wish has been fulfilled. Not until early this summer, however, did 1 see a dead person. It was nothing so very extraordinary. They seem so peacefully asleep, and all we can do is wonder. Why, therefore, should we be so everlastingly and selfishly sorrowful if we do not know how they feel? As you may see. no one very closely related to me has ever died. —Betty Vogtel, Form XII EVENING ON SAN FRANCISCO BAY Grey sea nulls following yellow ferry boats, A black tua boat panting black smoke As it pulls a square barge piled u ith barrels of oil, A white palace on its maiden i oyage from I a pan. The slanting sails of a few tent tiresome sailboats. Three thin destroyers indistinct because of their color, A sea plane taking off. Red and black freighters pointing derricks toward the sky, ll.lls purpling in the dusk. Grey fog growing greyer. —Betsy Deems, Form XI Page 60 THE 1935 TATLER THE REQUEST Time, wilt thou ever stop} Wilt erase thy urary, endless game, Tby child's game of tag? Arrest thine ever-swinging arms Reaching for what they cannot have! Arrest thine ever nodding head Clicking from side to side on thy wear) neck. Can yon never see, idd man, How weak you grow, How doddering with age? Oh Time, for awhile now, desist! Weak and doddering, say yon. Oh fools below? jWow roundabout I play my game And never will I stay my nodding head, forever clicking. Controlling all, I am omnipotent. Weak and doddering? Perhaps; I've lived for longer than all men. I've beaten out the years and faultlessly; 'Tis I who bring unto that one, hysterical u ith fright. His hour of death. Yes, to him who so often has mocked me To him who now clasps my knees, Tears at my gown, beseeches me to stop. Never! No, Man, I'll neter cease, My duty is to beat—relentlessly fore ter. —Sara Lee Fletcher, Form XI PATRICIA SHE was four, a tiny little thing with dark pansy eyes fringed by eyelashes, bewitching eyelashes, that flicked so much it looked as if she were winking. Her brown curls tumbled about her face. When she walked, they bobbed up and down like little brown sausages hung on strings. You couldn’t help saying she was like a pansy, even though her name was Patricia. Have you ever looked at the face of a pansy? It has a sweet yet mischievous look. She was like that. She had a beautiful skin; a naughty saucy little mouth, so tiny, but everything good and bad came out of that little mouth. She loved yellow. She wore practically nothing but yellow. They were mostly simple little dresses that stood out straight, showing the panties to match just above her dimpled knees. As she sat there squeezing her little pink toes in the hot sand I thought, What a perfect child!” —Mary Jane Gluek, Form IX Page 61 THE 1935 TATLER A CAT ACA T, or At least I guess it was a cat, was sitting on a blue cushion on a bed. It had an enormous blue ribbon around its neck. The bows were carefully fixed and fluffed out. The cat’s light blue and green eyes sparkled, and its whiskers stood proudly out from above its narrow, smiling mouth. Its nose was pink and cushiony. Its big fluffy tail flopped easily from side to side, and it purred and blinked its eyes. Its idle paw, the one that wasn’t curled under, reached out cautiously and came down on a peacefully reposing fly. The fly buzzed weakly and crawled away when it was released. The cat, satisfied, rolled over and yawned, sticking its little pink tongue out between two rows of sharp white teeth. After surveying its paw and licking it savagely, it shut its big green eyes and relaxed. Its tail became limp and fell on the pillow. I wonder what it was dreaming of. —Rosamond de Laittre, Form X HERO AND LEANDER Through the black waves’ clinging fingers, By the light of the half-hid moon, Whose glimmer on the dark water lingers, Lcander swims to his doom. The cold December water Tightens its grift of steel; And Venus, Iu(titer’s daughter. To her father in i ain makes appeal. Altoie hint the dark storm clouds lower. Yet he battles for life unafraid, Till he drowns in the sea's tossing pit wet, For his love, with bis life, he has paid. All night fearfully. Hero awaits. Hoping Lcander from the storm does cower, Not knowing he is in the clutch of the Fates, Site calls him in i ain from ter tower. In the morning she sees her Lcander Lost to jer forever, lying on tlw slfore. And jumping into the water, She goes with him through death’s open door. —Betty King, Form X Page 62 THE 1935 TATLER EXPEDITION AND EXPOSITION I I IRMLY believe that an expedition is far superior to an exposition in purpose, result, and beneficial quality to mankind. It is very difficult to decide which is the better, because they both have the same number of letters, commence with e. p, and terminate with it ion. Thus the choice lies in fd and os. I personally prefer ed because of its more refined sound when pronounced alone. As to the purpose of both, generally that of an expedition is to go on a voyage or journey to discover facts, but often the purpose is rather obscure. The main idea behind an exposition is to exhibit these facts and things which have been discovered, but the money-making factor overshadows this. Thus from reading this paragraph one can see that an exposition is a direct result of an expedition. Undoubtedly the source of a thing is purer than its product; it is not always so, to be sure, but one would be inclined to think so in this case. My heart goes out to an expedition, but now I am so confused that intervention is necessary to the prevention of concussion. —Mary Ni-ils, Form XI THE SCHOONER THAT ENTERED THE HARBOR AN old ship with an unreadable date on the starboard prow pulls into port. What a sight! The curling, angry foam leaps against the vessel. The captain is greeted with cheers as he leaps from the boat to meet all of the friends that he has not seen for a year. He is a stalwart, lean man of about six feet in height. His cap is crammed over his messy crop of hair. His shirt hangs out in back, torn to threads. The large and varied assortment of wares is taken off: little animals all carved of ivory, wood, glass, and many others from Germany, dolls dressed in their native garb from Italy, darling furniture and little trinkets from the Queen's doll house. Oh! and how the men’s eyes are lured to the varied and fine assortment of French wines. And there arc lovely European silks, satins, velvets, and other rich materials of all colors that the women long to own. Having emptied its cargo, the huge schooner turns and leaves the people staring with their hands above their eyes as they follow the ship until it is a speck on the horizon too small for the human eye to sec. They must wait for another year to see it again. —Nancy Mills, Form IX � Mary Jane Gluek (looking at row of dots following topic sentence on blackboard): Mrs. Foulstonc. what are those? Mrs. Foulstone: That’s where you’re supposed to expand. Pjr, 6) THE 1935 TATLER •’IS THE SOWING WORTH THE REAPING 1 THINK most of the young people of my generation arc rather strong pacifists for several reasons: primarily, increased facilities of communication and transportation make the different nations closer and more familiar. Our school and college courses in civics, history, international relations, and so forth, help us understand other countries, their problems, people, geography, and government. The modern trend in thought is towards the realization of the fact that we arc all people with the same feelings of hate, love, distrust, fear, and jealousy, that racial prejudice and hatreds are the stupid and unenlightened attitude of an uneducated mass. In the past few years we have become increasingly aware of the insidious threat of propaganda spread by those who wish war for personal profit gained from the international sale of armaments. We resent this. We arc infuriated at the thought of smug men reaping untold profits from the sale of guns and bullets to other countries and our own country impartially, bullets which killed so many millions of men and boys in the past war. This brings me to a point which should probably have been first, and is of major importance in my argument:—the World War—a continual advertisement for pacifism, a ghastly reminder of the results of animosity and greed. We remember the wretched, useless loss of lives, homes, happiness for that w'raith—Patriotism. If the last war w'as frightful in its mechanical efficiency, we realize that the next war would be infinitely more dreadful. We read of the newest inventions of death— bombs spreading disease, explosives to blow up whole towns at a time, cannons and submarines. All the romance has been eliminated from war. There is nothing of the knights in armour on charging horses left in this wholesale butchery of troops five miles away, nothing dashing or colorful in the diabolical thoroughness of modern warfare. We tear the mask of music, the roll of drums and uniform from war and find it ugly, cruel and sordid. We sec the staggering national debt, the huge amounts spent yearly in supporting widows of the war of 1812, widows and veterans of the Civil War and World War. Realizing and understanding all this, we feel that there is no possible sufficient reason or adequate provocation for such useless and heartbreaking results. —Patricia Pettit, Form XI GOING UNDER ETHER A sticky, damp nose cap blowing a sweet, sickening smell takes me out of this world against my will and into a chaos of grinding circles. THE BOTTOM OF A LAKE How cool it is, leaping slow motion through the green water into the deep sinking sand, while my hair lazily swims up and down behind a curtain of round bubbles. —Mary Glui k McDonald, Form XII LYING IN A SUNNY FIELD The sun’s rays beat down in a steady stream, going through me and striking the ground with a series of dull thuds. Mice run over my toes and disappear under the shorn hay. —Shirley Atwood, Form XII Ptge 6 f THE 1935 TATLER THE NIGHT WATCHMAN OF BLUNDERVILLE THE night watchman of Blunderville, Jack Scarsc by name, was a tall and exceedingly lank old man. His figure reminded one greatly of a bean pole. On this certain cold night he wore an old, ragged coat which hung in pleats about his body and came nearly to hi ankles. With this he wore an old derby. The silk which had once been magnificent, was now torn and frayed, and the band around the crown was shabby and dirty. Beneath this his long straggly hair hung in stiff bunches and looked like icicles hanging from the eaves of a house. His beard hung down from his chin in a rope-like mass which often caught in his buttons. His feet were large and flat and made a great deal of noise when he walked. As the night wore on he sauntered slowly up and down the streets of Blunderville, keeping an eagle eye on all the houses. The people of the village knew at night when he was around by the tapping of the cane he carried and the noise of his feet on the walks. —Adelaide Ward, Form VIII A NOVICE AT DANCING THE clear, musical strains of a popular song filled the ballroom. Many young people were gliding across the floor. A young gentleman came up to me, and politely asked to cut. Although I knew what I was in for, I smiled. Soon a very distinct chord was struck. He grabbed me and started off. One, two. three . . . sidcclosestep. he mumbled. My back was now- paining me extremely. 1 began to talk of the weather, et cetera, but this only brought a disgusted look. 1 had got the poor thing all off count. This problem was solved by his dilly-dallying his foot around while the crooner sang: You knew that you’d hurt somebody, why did it have to be me”—(dip)— me? Where had he gone? He had dipped on the me.” In doing so, my flustered partner had slipped upon the floor. —Margaret Noonan, Form IX THE BAND Tram ft, tramp, came the sound of marching feet. Perhaps one hundred strong. They mingled u ith tlw heat of drums And noise amongst t! e throng. Steadily tlye great hand advanced Up tlje hroad avenue, Led hy a tall drum major Strutting in gold and blue. Whirling and twirling his long baton But never missing a heat. He and the men moved as one As they marched down the street. Drums and bugles joined in martial tunes. They slowly faded away Till there was left hut a faint tramp Of feet farther down the way. —Josephine Harper, Form IX Page 65 THE 1935 TATLER APRIL SNOW (Wi h ninth-needed apologies to Carl Sandburg and bis poem Moonlight and Maggots ) She pressed her stubby nose hard on the cold window. Tiny beads of moisture appeared where she breathed. She thrilled with a sudden desire To dance like a snowflake! Softly, noiselessly, endlessly they tumbled down Now in a sudden furious w'hirlwind of delight Now in a maddening, lackadaisical manner. With the hands of an expert, God's A-l chef Frosted the chocolate trees, but carefully And only on the south side. She was tingling again with that desire— Oh! only a taste of the thick marshmallow frosting! The bells jingled as the horse trotted quietly over the muffled street. One bell, more sonorous and sedate, snorted contemptuously And only at intervals, to his chattering contemporaries. A somewhat familiar stubby nose was visible— Now accompanied by the conventional head, etc. She was seated in a red cutter. (Nestling about her knees was a polar bear Unfortunately not accompanied with the conventional head, etc.) The dancing snowflakes beat at her face. But—sad! The hexagonal crystals no sooner came but they were gone. Her collar was damp—and inevitable drip-drops drifted down her neck. No—forget it! She would remain a Bongo! She would not feel the collar! Nor the drip-drops! Damn Mr. Poo-poo. In lightning-like flurries the delicate dancers In lacy costumes of starched tulle Darted thither and yon. But—oh misery—most of all into her face. Oh damn the lace. They kept coming—endlessly Straight into her face Like annoying flies. The faster she went the harder they slapped. If they only wouldn't melt. The too-often mentioned nose had a rivulet of water Running gaily down the ridge, Dripping wetly off the tip. Snow, in damp blobs, hung from her eyelashes and brows. Oh dear, Mr. Bongo fell out at that last bump back there! Squinting her eyes she turned home Damp and disillusioned! Page 66 THE 1935 TATLER As she rode through the town— Another nose—pressed against a window Peered at the fleeting cutter. The whirlwinds of snowflakes. Her hands tightened on the sill And—she tingled with the desire to Dance like a snowflake! —Sara Lee Fletcher, Form XI IN THE DEPTHS OF DESPAIR THANKING my lucky stars that there weren’t any college boys on board to primp for, I threw on my clothes and dashed up to A deck. (Something told me that the sooner I reached the ship’s railing, the better.) My destination seemed to be the most popular spot on shipboard. Everyone was milling around and complaining about everything in general. It was hard to believe that this sorry-looking crowd consisted of the same happy-go-lucky people that had looked so smart in their New York clothes, the day before. I sank weakly into a steamer chair and wrapped myself up like a mummy in my heavy rug. The prospect of looking at the threatening gray sky and the choppy, splashing sea all day wasn’t a cheerful one. The weather depressed me, the passengers depressed me. In fact, 1 had never felt so homeless, friendless and so utterly miserable before in my life. My only traveling companion had deserted me. She had met someone who knew a friend of a friend of hers. Well, that didn’t do me any good. Here I was, without even a sympathetic person to whom I could pour out my troubles. After watching the horizon tip up and down for what seemed like hours, but in reality was only a few minutes, I decided to read my New Yorker. But the jokes didn’t amuse me, and the stories gave me a headache. My mind seemed to wander from my new bathing suit which Mother had forgotten to pack, to my tremendous assignments in geometry and Latin. Then I began to brood over my big feet. (I couldn’t manage to keep them covered.) My compact told me what a fright I was with my face a ghastly yallcry white and my hair greasy and matted from the salt air. If 1 had had the strength to pull myself from the steamer chair I should have made one desperate leap over the ship’s rail and ended it all. —Whitney Burton, Form X Knitting Ibis year is the rage No matter what is one's age; Whether sixteen or sixty T Ik rows you’ll find mixy And measurements cannot Ik gauged. —Mary Townsend, Form IX SNOW If you rub a soft kitten against your check, you will know what new snow looks like. —Margaret Farr, Form XI Page 67 THE 1935 TATLER DROPPING STITCHES OULD you teach us how to knit, please? (If we buy the yarn here.) Oh yes, we’ll buy the yarn here. How much will it cost to teach us? (That all depends.) Yes—that all depends. All colors? Well now, what color do we want? What do you want? Green with white in it! Oh, green is bad enough without the white in it. Let me see now—what color do 1 want? Oh there's a pretty blue—let’s sec that. Oh that’s way too bright. Have you a darker blue? Can’t we just go in the closet with you—it would save a lot of time? Oh, I see, all right, we'll just go over there and wait. Come on, Bessy. Oh, this is going to be so much fun.” ' Yeah, I’m going to learn how to knit—that’s one thing I’m sure of.” Here she comes now with a whole bunch of lovely colors. What? Yeah, that’s a good idea—just let us practice with this old purple yarn.” ’’Could you just sit between us so we can both sec? There, that’s fine.” (We both watch the instructor carefully.) All right, now may I try, please? Say, aren’t these needles unusually slippery? ’S the funniest thing, I just can’t get that in there. There now. How ya comin,’ Bessy? Gee, this is terrible! I’ll never be able to make a sweater.” Aw, yes you will. Sec how easy it is? Gee, I’m doin’ swell—oops.” Oh, oh, somebody come quick! Something terrible has happened. It’s all unraveled. See, I told you. I can’t do this (Asks instructor)—Would you just watch me for a minute, and see what I'm doing wrong? I’m not pushing it off the end? 1 thought I was.” (Laughs) What’s the matter with you?” Oh nothing—it’s just fun watching you dig between the stitches.” Honestly, mine is so tight, I can’t do a thing with it. Where arc you going?” Oh that woman is going to get tired of seeing my face, but I keep dropping stitches, and I don’t know what she means.” (Exit.) Pardon me, yes, we both just started our domestic careers. We’re all thumbs! You know it’s rather hard at first. Oh, Bessy—here you are. Now what have you done?” The lady thought I'd better get a good clean start over again. So now I’m working with string.” String?” (Laughs.) Well, what’s so funny about that? And besides don’t make me laugh—I drop stitches when I giggle. Say, Jane, wouldn’t you love to be able to do that?” Oh yes! That’s lovely. Did you do that? My word, how long did it take?” Ho, hum. 1 must get on (embarrassed). Say, Bessy, we must do this often. Oh, if our mothers could only see us now!” —Jane Crlamik, Form XI Page 68 THE 1935 TATLER THE MOONLIGHT RIDE WE were at a ranch in Wyoming. Summertime was nearly over, although the days were still rather long. The smell of mountain air was very delicious and soothing, and the ride that night was the great event of August thirty-first. We started off at six o'clock on our horses. Sweaters and blankets were packed tightly in the saddle-bags of the twenty-five riders, and also frying pans flapped in rhythm against the sides of many saddles. Many people, some young, some old, followed gavly in single fashion up the long winding trail of the Tetons. The path was very narrow, and sometimes you would have to jump over the logs and rotten trees that had fallen and blocked the way. The clatter was a low murmur, but the outstanding noise was that of the plodding feet of twenty-five horses marching in four-four time. The neigh of a horse would occur frequently, and the loud echo dying off faintly in the far distance would ring through your ears again and again. It's a sound I could never get sick of— so beautiful and enchanting in the still dark night. Yes, the night was getting darker and darker, the moon brighter and brighter. What more could anyone want? Now and then a flash of light might startle you. but it was only the match to light a cigarette or pipe. The talking had ceased and a hush of stillness passed on with the exception of a horse tripping against a hollow log. We finally reached our destination after one long hour of almost entire silence. The moon was as full and flaming as a gigantic orange. At that moment a flame burst forth into the air. No, it wasn’t a forest fire but a fixed one to cook supper on. There we were up on a high mountain, the moon and fire for our only light. The soft shadows of horses placed themselves on the path of the lonesome moon. I say lonesome, for if you look in the sky and see nothing but enormous trees by your side, the moon looks like a lonesome little ball of fire. We were all sitting around the blazing fire, eating, talking, and singing. There was no chance for a forest fire because we had found a small clearing. If we had been perfectly motionless and quiet, the sound of horses munching cool blowing grass, and shrieks of laughter echoing through the mountain side, could have been heard. Everything was lovely and so sad—for you see we were leaving the next day for home. By eleven-thirty the fire had faded to a dim light. We packed up our saddle-bags, tightened our cinches, and mounted. We were just approaching an eight-mile ride back to the ranch. Down, down the mountain we rode—pulling a tight rein on our horses for fear of stumbling. We went back by way of Bradley Lake and one mile from the lake was a long stretch of flat earth. The grass was very green and thick, and more than a foot high. We loped through this long area of grassland with our hair dangling in the heavenly breeze. The horses were in a hurry but at twelve-thirty we were back safe and sound at the saddle shed. We unpacked our weary horses and as I was walking towards my cabin a drop of rain planted itself on my head and a few seconds later the downpour was falling in torrents. —Jean Dain, Form VIII I. AVOCADOS The taste of velvety smoothness which an alligator pear leaves one, gives me a wonderful feeling of peacefulness and imparts a strong desire to purr. —Margaret Hopwtxjn, Form XI II An avocado, or alligator pear, cut in half, bears a striking resemblance to a frog, in color and in texture, the back of each being a bumpy yellow-green, the underside tinged with a sickly, feeble yellow; the two are, in fact, equally slimy, smooth, slick and slippers . —Betty Vogtel, Form XII Pane 69 THE 1935 TATLER SHADOWS ON THE WALL I REMEMBER .1 quiet, reserved little girl with a turned-up nose. A shock of straight hair was drawn back tightly across her forehead and tied with a rubber-band into a little bounce as was conventional for children unblessed with curly hair. One night after the usual family discussion as to why it was necessary to go to bed so early when one wasn’t the least bit sleepy, she clomped up the stairs, wiggled out of her clothes, and went through the usual routine of pulling out the drawers to stand on in order to reach her toothbrush, of ducking her face under the cold water faucet and groping blindly for a towel. Struggling with the top button of her pajamas—the rest didn’t count—she ran barefooted over the icy floor to her bedroom and hesitated a moment before turning off the light. At this point, ax more times than not, she hurried back and reached under the radiator for the cover to the toothpaste which invariably dropped and rolled there. Replacing it carefully where it belonged, she started back to her room, casting a tremendous load from her conscience. Less hesitantly than before she reached for the light button, and immediately the room was filled with a living, almost breathing darkness. From the shadows behind the bookcase, from behind the door crept fear—little fears magnified into grotesque giants that vibrated and closed in about her. magnified by the blackness into a dread so great that she could not breathe without a stifling sensation of being overwhelmed by it. l.ittlc snakes of fright crawled up and down her spine. She sobbed as she stumbled over a shoe and wished fervently that she had folded her clothes more neatly. With a gasp of courage she knelt at the side of the bed and closing her eyes tightly, whispered, Now I lay—me down to sleep ...” Taking a big breath and opening one eye for just a second she continued, I pray the Lord my soul to keep ... If I should die—before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take.” Hurriedly she got up and as she jumped into bed and pulled the covers up under her chin she finished, God bless Muvvcr and Daddy and make—Louise a much better girl.” For a moment she lay in bed shivering, a little from the coldness of sheets, mostly from fright. Soon the bed began to warm up and she felt better. By saying her prayers she had automatically turned from a bad girl to a good girl. Then, too, prayers had a certain mystic charm that kept the man-undcr-thc-bed in his place where he could do no harm, kept him from climbing up by means of the bed-posts as he had on one of two occasions when she had skipped saying her prayers. Tonight, however, as she cuddled up to watch for the sandman—she always watched for him though she’d never quite seen him yet—she found the fears around her bed not so easily dispelled as usual. Perhaps it was the memory of how she had taken a piece of her little brother’s candy that morning, or perhaps it was the patches of moonlight that climbed up the wall-paper, intensifying the shadows. The little girl mumbled her prayers over and over with determined concentration. Now 1 layme ... l aynic was a queer word. English, of course, but not the kind one spoke everyday. I pray the Lord my soul to keep.” Souls were funny things. Everyone has one though he couldn’t use it as he did his mind or his lungs. The little girl was a bit doubtful as to the existence and whereabouts of hers, but she would never dare voice her doubts. Eventually, if she waited long enough, someone would explain to her. In the meantime she didn’t want to seem too curious. If I should die before I wake ... Oh, that was a horrible thought. Death was a terrifying experience as conceived by this PdRc 70 THE 1935 TATLER child. For her it was infinite, unending darkness with no bed for a haven, with no Mother to call to; it was this very darkness that encompassed her now, full of all the ugly, sinister things she had ever heard of, or imagined. There was another death, the natural death of old age, after which one went to a grown-up’s heaven. There were first the impressive golden gates through which dogs and children were not allowed to pass. Inside were dazzling white, square buildings, and on their roofs men in clean, white dresses sat in rocking chairs eating waxenlike fruit. There was no dirt or noise, only a clean, white brilliance that, it seemed to the little girl, must hurt one’s eyes. Suddenly the child was seized by sobs that increased until the bed shook. Oh, surely that was the man-under-thc-bed coming up to choke her, to plunge her into that unending darkness of death. The shadows on the wall moved as if to clutch her from the meagre security of her bed. She screamed at the top of her voice until Mother came to her, turning on lights and dispelling the fears as she advanced. Mother reminded her of all the nice things she knew: the softness of kitten’s fur, the taste of hot gingerbread, rain on a warm day. the color of sunsets, the picture of the princess in her storybook. Then together they changed the words of the prayer. ... Keep me safe throughout the night, guard me till the morning light ... When Mother left and the darkness returned, the little girl lav still, thinking of a place where there was neither darkness nor brilliant light, where there was only the mellowness of warm sunshine. Here little children and puppies and rabbits rolled in the soft, fresh grass and laughed all day. —Louise Chandler. Form XII BANISH PLUMP FALSTAFF AND YOU BANISH ALL THE WORLD Without doubt Falstaff is one of the most amusing of all English characters. In him Shakespeare has created a person, not copied an historical figure, or borrowed another author’s creation, but made, actually built up, a new person. In doing this Shakespeare made Falstaff deeper, less prosaic than his other characters. Falstaff is a human being to me and to everyone. He enjoys fun and is excellent at making it. He is quick of tongue. He enjoys liquor and ladies. He is cowardly and yet manages an excellent front of pseudo-bravery. He is avaricious and deceitful, but who is not? Yet these arc all merely characteristics that Shakespeare could have pinned on anyone. It is Falstaff’s deeper, more philosophical sense that appeals to the reader. He is not content with simply playing the fool, being the amusing factor of the play. He muses, he ponders, he looks well into life and is still not content. In his dissertation on honor it is evident that he has much more of intellect than his crude crowd of tavern oafs. And it is then that one begins to realize that he is as much an onlooker at the play as oneself, studying the characters, the action and the theme. —Sara Lee Fletcher, Form XI Past 71 THE 1935 TATLER BOOKS LIVE A WORN, torn school book has a great deal of significance to me. Only a day or so ago, I looked over two books: one of poetry, the other a two-year-old class book which reveals many things to me, about me, and about others. There are scattered marginal comments very evidently made under the supervision or suggestion of a teacher. Accompanying these arc paragraphs, sentences, and words definitely underlined with a hard lead pencil whose lead coloring has changed as I progressed. Much more numerous than these pedantic notations are very illuminating sketches of everything and everybody. Frequently I regarded the notes of all types ranging from the What did you do Sunday night? to the I’m scared to death 1 flunked that Latin test.” Mixed in with these arc initials, reminders to pay class dues, mcmocs of social events, and thoughts about certain people and things which had entered my head while studying or in class. Conspicuously pasted throughout arc various football schedules and swimming meets, favorite sayings, and popular bits of humor. Page after page is plastered with radio programs, songs of Ring Crosby, Eddy Duchin, Glenn Gray, names of movies, of who was at the Lowry and Casino, and other current events. Countless changes in my S. P. (secret passion) and big weaknesses arc especially noticeable. On closing the book I sadly wonder why and how I had written some of the things I had, and try to connect the past with the present. One might say that this book is merely a school book but it has known life, been crammed in desks, dropped in gutters, witnessed football games, been lost, travelled, been in rumble scats and felt the strong downpour of rain. This book has lived and known my studious and frivolous interests. The poetry book, a complete edition of the works of my favorite poet, is an old stand-by. I pity this book because so often have I in sadness turned to it. When I have needed inspiration, been disappointed, felt an injustice done me, I have always appealed to these poems for consolation. The opportunities of indulging my need to escape from the realities of life, to dramatize myself have been allowed me in this book. I have read it alone, meditatively, in shady nooks, in a drifting boat, in the coolness of the deep woods, in a canoe beached under the protective branch of a weeping willow. I feel there is something personal for me only in these lines. Often have I underlined phrases but there arc no school-girlish notes marking these pages. This book has seen my emotional qualities, gone through what 1 have experienced. This book has lived in a deeper, richer sense and with a deeper, richer understanding than has the school book. —Maroaret Hop wood, Form XI WOOL A DARK brown sweater made of fine wool is flopped on the side of the bed. I glance at it and decide to make a telephone call before putting it on. The line is busy and I return and pick up the sweater, intending all the while that I shall put it on. A horrible feeling of absolute repugnance comes over me, and I feel the goose-flesh rising on my skin in little bumps. With abnormal dread I throw the sweater aside, ashamed that I have failed to conquer this feeling, and starting to think that I have come so close to the abhorred thing, I make one last effort and close my eyes and summoning all my courage I slip the dreadful thing over my head and stand shuddering, but at last I have won and the thing is on. Pane 72 —Mary Neils, Form XI THE 1935 TATLER MY LONDON I HAVE and always have had two different pictures of London. When I think of that city, I see either parks with all sorts of monuments piercing the sky, or dirty back streets trodden by beggars and edged in narrowly by tottering tenement houses. The parks, which are moderately clean, are intersected by wide brick streets. The streets have one double-decker bus, one peculiar streetcar, three pre-war automobiles and two women, billowing in bustles and shaded by huge brimmed hats and idiotic parasols. In this part of London there is eternal spring, but for the other half there is eternal winter. The beggars that fill the streets and huddle in the doorways are clothed in rags. The women are barefooted and have tattered shawls thrown over their otherwise bare shoulders. The men, who are all between the ages of fifty and eighty, have snarled beards. Each street holds two yellow dogs and three black cats which are not very neighborly with one another. This dreary picture is always accompanied by big, white snowflakes that for some uncanny reason never reach the ground. This is my London, and I believe that it is as unreal as the snowflakes. —Margaret Youngquist, Form IX TO THE MOON A soft pale silver carpet Enticing me to follow it through the night Far, far along t h’ ghostly ice To where it ends; And then to climb The heavy invisible rope ladder of darkness To the waiting moon; And to sit I tere munching cheese Till tfye moon is i uite eaten away: From there a straying Ik rub angel would challenge me To slide down a moonbeam. And I sit t lye re on the ice Looking at t ye soft pale silver carpet Leading to the moon. —Ellen Huff, Form XI SWIMMING The feel of the water rippling and swirling around me as I plunge into its icy depth excites me, but then as I bob up to the top, the water is once more human and protecting as it folds its green slippery arms around me. —Jane Seybold, Form XI ♦ • Teacher: How long are you going to stay? N. L. M. (at 3:45): Oh, till about 3:15. Page 7 ) THE 1935 TATLER TASTES I LIKE I LOVE the taste of a baked potato skin, all soft and nice, loaded with running butter. We seldom have potatoes, but I think there’s hardly anything better. Also the taste of olives with the stones taken out and then dipped in cottage cheese is good. Ummm! I love the smooth coldness of a big chunk of ice. All cookies taste the best when Mommy says to you, Five-year-old children shouldn’t have cookies between meals! Then we sneak into the pantry and take one up to the attic. Oh boy! My mouth waters and I lick my lips when I hear someone say, Let’s pack a lunch of everything nice and go out into the woods on a picnic! We take peanut butter sandwiches, pop, cake, candy, nuts, and the ice cream freezer with all its equipment! That’s when I have the most fun because eating is my favorite sport. —Martha Larkin, Form VII DREAMS Why Jo we Jre m at night} Is it only to think our delights and sorrows Of the Jay? To feel as ue dare not feel In the Jay? To do those delightful, soft, soothing things we can’t Jo By the day? To glide down eternal stairs and dance noiselessly through corridors To hear sweet sounds from feathered birds? Or must we sometimes feel our horror at things. Huge monsters, dark figures, great lurking shadows Too awful to see fully, too awful to escape? I wonder why u e dream at night? —Laura May Thompson, Form XI MARCH Wind, snow Car bony snow Boots, rubber boots Water, streams of water Water rushing to the gutter Grimy snou suits Snowsuits on wet urchins. Dams, broken dams All built by small hands— In fact, March! —Sally Ross Dinsmore, Form XII Page 74 THE 1935 TATLER THE DIABOLIC CONSCIENCE I WAS about seven when it happened, but the memory of it is still as vivid as if it were only yesterday. Now, as my mind dwells upon it again, something of the same agony and terror grips my heart, as it did for weeks after the incident occurred. 1 was one of the many children present at a birthday party, a form of amusement which I particularly enjoyed at that age. As far as 1 was concerned, the party was a huge success, except for the fact that 1 was somewhat perturbed over the disappearance of my napkin at supper. However, I was given a new one, and soon everything was again running smoothly. That night, while preparing for bed. the afterglow of a good time vet warm in my heart, I found in my bloomer leg the missing napkin. The blow was terrific! Evidently, I had absent-mindedly taken the small piece of linen for a handkerchief and put it in the customary place. But would anyone believe that? How could 1 return it to my hostess? She would surely think 1 had purposely stolen it. For the first time in my very young life, the gloomy weapon of fear, or rather terror, pierced me. to leave a wound of long healing and an everlasting scar. For the time being I hid the object of my distress under my pillow and went to bed haunted by the thought of it. My sleep was feverish. What if they were to find out about it? What if Mother discovered the napkin and noticed the prominent M mono-grammed in the corner? The whole world would call me a thief. Oh, I just couldn't bear it! The next day, being driven nearly insane by my conscience. I began plotting means of concealing the horrid little thing. Perhaps a certain corner in my closet would be the safest, but Mother might clean the closet. Maybe under the mattress, but it might be turned when the bed was made. Down the toilet, but it might stick and the plumber would take it out. Burn it. but a detective could easily tell by the ashes what it had been. There was no escape; 1 must either bear the jab of my conscience or the pain and shame of discovery. Several weeks passed, and my anxiety slowly passed with them when the napkin remained undiscovered. Gradually the morbid fear of my being thought a thief left me, although I still felt that I was very nearly one, and eventually it was almost entirely forgotten. � � � Last week I was going through a box of my doll clothes, before giving them away. The garments now belong to a small cousin, but a small square of linen with an embroidered M in one corner is still in my possession—partly as a remembrance of my younger days and a reminder that children are always similar, no matter what generation, and partly as a warning that my diabolic conscience still remains. —Louise Thompson, Form XU SIMILES Soapsuds, little prisons of air. The yawn became a large red cave full of stalactites and stalagmites. The steam shovel was a sharptoothed prehistoric animal with an inexhaustible appetite. —Mary Sue Zelle, Form XI BONER Lizzie (listening to the radio and singing too): Be quiet; can't you see I’m studying? PaSc 75 THE 1935 TATLER THE WIND I Wind, wind, wind, I can not study. Tin• wind takes my mind To other places. II On the floor of tlje earth With my head followed on a tree trunk, The wind whirls tl c leaves, Like my thoughts. To places unknown. III In a Ixtt room, on a bed With clammy sheets, Tlx wind cuts tlx lx at And stirs the papers on the desk, Only to die and leave a memory Of short paradise. IV On tlx snow with skiis Tlx wind bites your face and ears. Leaving a numbness Not at all pleasing, But exciting. V Tlx wind sneezing around tlx nails Making vile music. Issues an invitation to life outside While I must study here in school. —Mary Anna Nash, Form XI THE QUEEN'S GLASSES THE queen was sitting in her royal chair with her plump sell beaming as she looked at her specs. They could not be seen through, but the queen seemed to enjoy them anyway. The rims were made like dragons tinted with red, green, and vague purple. The mouths of the dragons were open and their big teeth came together to hold them on her nose. On the tips of their tails were pieces of Byzantium’s best gold. The chain was the most fascinating thing of all. It hung from her right eye and came to the floor. It was made of braided silver. The only trouble was that one of the last braids hit the queen’s corns when she walked; so she would pick it up daintily and carry it. The glass part of them was taken from some of the earliest stained glass. It was the same as that used in St. Paul’s Cathedral. It was a foolish thing; in fact, very foolish, but the queen seemed to enjoy it, in spite of it all. Page 76 —Joan Dobson, Form VII THE 1935 TATLER SCANDINAVIAN FANTASY UP miles and miles of dusty, bumpy little roads which crawl like giant snakes back and forth over the hills—through mud holes— stopping occasionally to open and close gates, getting back into the car just in time to avoid angry dogs which barge out of untidy farm houses to inquire our business—to Olga's. Into the farmyard past row upon row of rain-starved vegetables —past horses and cows which look in vain for that clump of grass they know they left for today but which seems to have disappeared—past out-houses propped upon all sides with odd pieces of lumber —up to the doorstep— Well, hello. No, we not home to answer phone, we bane gone to fair—yah—sure we got chickens—how many you vant? Sure—tomorrow—I breng ’em over ven 1 bring Olga home—yah—sure—six o'clock. —Shirley Atwood, Form XII END OF A DAY HOME from school. I’m tired. It’s late, but nobody's back vet. I enter the house and start the climb upstairs. My eyes arc tired, and light makes them burn. My book bag is so heavy. I hate numbers. 1 hate chemistry, it knocks at my brain till it hurts, but it can’t get inside. I have so much to do tonight. I forgot to give Miss Aves Mother’s message. I must remember in the morning. I wonder if I’ll forget that speech tomorrow in chapel. I don’t care; I’m so tired. Upstairs at last. My head aches. Thoughts throb at my temples. I want to cry. I flop into one long stretch on my bed. My nerves tingle, and my body becomes heavier. My back yields to the mattress and loses its strain. My head hums and black waves roll through my brain to cool it. The tingle flows out of my nerves through my finger tips, leaving them curled and limp. I’m not thinking, not feeling, utterly relaxed. —Katherine Dain, Form XI THE 1935 TATLER HUMOR THE STAG (Little Lessons in Nature) CIVILIZATION brings many changes; and though it is the cause of the extinction of many things, the law of averages provides something in place of all exterminated. The Dodo Bird has ceased to exist, but in its place is found an equally odd creature, but so insignificant that it is merely taken for granted, and little attention is paid to it. That creature is the stag.” The stag is the offspring of civilization and the jazz age, and is a branch of the species Homo Dancia or dance partners. He is found in great numbers only on the dance floors of America, that being his natural habitat. Pleasant to look at, he is distinguishable only from an escort (a higher branch of the same species; the orchestra being the highest) by the blank look on his face, or a strange seeking expression in his eyes as he cranes his neck to and fro. His habits arc strange; and to one not accustomed to him, they hint slightly of lunacy. He wanders aimlessly about the floor, bumping his way here and there, and hindering dancers for apparently no good reason at all. On very, very rare occasions he will suddenly reach out and grab a passing dancer by the shoulder, this manoeuver being known technically as cutting in. Next he will dance awhile with the female dance partner until he too is cut, and back he will go to wander again, thus continuing the never-ending cycle. The stag subsists upon a certain kind of provender known as refreshments.” This includes sandwiches, hamburgers, cake, cookies, doughnuts, ice cream, etc., and any sort of beverage available. These refreshments he consumes in almost unbelievable quantities, but apparently suffers no ill effects. One of the strangest things about the stag is his dual personality. He appears only at dances at night or during late afternoon, and until that time, and on week days and Sunday afternoons, he is an altogether different creature known as the heckler.” However, discussion of this phase of his life necessitates an entire chapter, for which we have no time at present. This brings us to the last point concerning the stag: his use and value. Monetarily speaking, he is worth anywhere from fifty cents to two dollars. Usefully speaking his value is difficult to discern. Sometimes he is used to satisfy a girl’s vanity, it now being fashionable to have a string of stags much like a string of polo ponies. Girls with large allowances or indulgent parents can have six or seven stags at once. However, the polo ponies are treated with a great deal more respect than the stag. He invariably arrives in a rumble seat, regardless of protests or climatic conditions. Upon arrival he must shift for himself without the smiles and conversation that arc showered on an escort.” Never is he allowed to attend dinners given previously, and perhaps that explains his enormous consumption of refreshments.” To give a stag a favor (as at a J. S.) is considered an unthinkable breach of etiquette. But in spite of all this underdog treatment, he is considered essential and is found at every dance. Surprisingly enough, he thrives on this treatment and is increasing very rapidly. In fact, so rapidly is he increasing that for the first time people are beginning to notice him, and Page 7$ THE 1935 TATLER there is a general movement abroad for his extermination. This is very sad. The stag” is perfectly harmless and pathetically easy to tame. Like every animal he responds to kind treatment, and should everyone be kind to him. he undoubtedly could be put in a thoroughly domesticated state, where he probably would prove to be very useful. In closing may I add the suggestion of a Be Kind to the Stag Week to be introduced into all places where stags arc found. The result might be surprising. —Nancy Lou Mackall, Form XII FACULTY AWARDS. 1934-1935 For Tactfulness: Gold Medal: Miss Spurr For Refusing Rides to School: Miss Bri wer For Owning Angora Sweaters: Miss Morison For Pinning Assignments to Senior Bulletin Board: Miss French For Refusing to Hare Picture Taken: Miss Cormii i.l Forgetting She Has Brought a Car to School: Tie: Miss Sadi i y Miss Merci r Wearing Fish Bracelet: Miss Wai.lon Marathon Stair-climbing: Miss A vi s Raising Mosquitoes: First Prize: Miss Garst; Honorable Mention: Mrs. Burns (they didn't hatch) Aviation: Mrs. Foulstone ODE The Mizzles are coming!! Like might y armies they set up camp In the various hitherto smooth soft fields; These intangible blotches Damp, bumpy, pink splotches Now you see ’em, now you don’t. Annoyingly itching. Twinkling and twitching, In groups of tens Like speckled hens. Crawling and squirming, I lie here murmuring Oh, what hate I done— To be a poppy seed bun!?’’ —Sara Lee Fletcher, Form XI Page 79 THE 1935 TATLER QUINTESSENCE OF BONERISM (An imaginary English class presented as an anthology of the year's boners) THE bell rings for class to begin, but the general buzz of conversation continues. Miss Mercer: I think enough bells have rung so that we can begin class. Will someone open a window, please? (We're heard this one before!) Miss Mercer: What did you say, Harriet? B. W. (in undertone): No, somebody close the other one. Harriet: Nothing, Miss Mercer; I was talking to Rhoda! Silence, except for a horn outside, which attracts some attention. A discussion of Carl Sandburg proceeds. Miss M.: What did he write in addition to his poetry? SpifTy: He collected a book of folksongs call T jc Great American Sandbag. Miss M.: Very well, shall we return to our lesson? Louise, give an adjective characterizing Elizabethan dress. Tommy: Superfluous! Miss M.: Turn to page twenty-three of Of Julio. Everyone makes a general dash for tlx Senior Room. Humpy: I had the foresight to borrow my own Othello to use in class today. Lizzie: popping in from Wat Jr. Has anyone seen a black notebook? Miss M.: Shall we begin our book reports? What have you been reading? Gicky: Angel Pavement, by Priestley. Rhoda: Priestley? The man who invented oxygen? Harriet: 1 read Utopia. Vogtcl: Oh. is that where the slaves come from? Miss M.: Betty, what is the theme of Riders to t e Sea? Smith: Well, in this play, the sea sort of comes in and kills people. Miss M.: What did you think of Shakespeare’s sonnet? Harriet: Oh, why do poets have to beat about the bush so? Cal.: Probably they have to because don’t you know how sometimes you have a new emotion and you don’t know what it is? A writing period begins. SpifTy: Miss Mercer, how do you spell aspect,” the kind you cat in salad? Charlotte (aside to R. Williams): I’m going downtown this afternoon. Could 1 borrow two—(she sees a new Auburn convertible outside) B. Williams: What? Charlotte: Oh, what? Look at that darby new Auburn. Leila (rigorously slapping an arm): Mummblc—Mummblc (memorizing faithfully her French). Jinny: What? Arc you at it again? Leila: Well, I've got to reduce before Christmas—oh, it’s Easter now, isn’t it?—so 1 can have bangs to have my picture taken in. — finis — BONERS M. N. (at preview): Did Hugh Walpole write Dai id Copperfield? M. A. N.: How are you getting on with the Philosophy of Solitude”? B. S.: I got into it all right, but 1 can't get out. B. A. E. (in Latin): Caesar brought up a legion of veterinaries. Jane C. (on being asked to serve at lunch): I don't want to cooperate twice in succession. Mrs. F.: Lois, what is the literal meaning of N'esf-ce pas? Lois: I can’t define it—I’d say unh” and you would say eh, what? Teacher solemnly before a test: You may use either pen or ink. Miss French: Girls, 1 have news for you. We arc all going to the University Convocation tomorrow to hear Louise Thompson! Page SO THE 1935 TATLER Senior: Will you ask Miss Cotton please to come and tell me how to drop a stitch? Class {rosing in window: We’re being a frieze. Miss Mercer nut quite gras {ting: I’m sorry but the heat is turned on as far as possible. Barbara Hill reading a grammar sentence: 1 swam nearly all the way downtown. Teacher: What is a lute? Mary Lou: A deaf and dumb person. Miss Morison: Didn’t you see Lillian Gish in the olden days? Miss Duncan: I didn’t see The Olden Days.” BROKE The waiter came with a silver tray; He smiled and laid the hill upon the taide. I smiled and nonchalantly looked away. My escort made tlx- clumsy motions that One's escort makes when he is looking for a wallet. I did not peek; I Ix-ard him look. Another pocket—his test—his coat— No money? fust to prove I wasn't conscious Of the apparent situation, I said, I'll bet my nose is a mirror! Then violently I powdered it, as though The whole world hung on a fully powdered nose. I could feel the crisis coming; So when he said, ” I guess I've got no money, Sis,” I merely said, Ob gosh gee w hiz!” What would you have said? —Betsy Deems, Form XI Page SI THE 1935 TATLER THE BANG CAMPAIGN One-Act Play List of Characters Apple-peel Annie Soap-box Susie Not-so-dumb Dora Sandra, the sandwich girl Cam paig net Ca rn paspe Aggie, a professional agitator (really just a junior) Miss As ter bury The mascot The rest of the senior class Place: A girls' school. Time: Any time. ANNIE, with three or four stringy bangs, is seated on a pile of books on a table, peeling an apple with a nail-file and eating the peelings. Sandra, with a mop of fuzzy bangs preceding her, paces up and down the room, seriously overwhelmed by her sandwich boards. Finally she curls up in her little sandwich tent and goes to sleep. There are signs all around the room. Give your personality a bang,” Here come the British with a bang-bang, so why not us.” There is a picture of a bearded lady with a mustache and bangs, and then more signs: March comes in like a lamb and goes out with a bang,” and Cover your forehead and keep your brains from catching cold. A soapbox is prominently placed in the center of the stage and several chairs, hung with signs: Reserved for Campaigner Campaspe,” etc., arc ranged along the wall. Miss Asterbury ducks her head in and disappears again. A bell rings and eventually eight or nine girls, all with original hand-made bangs, burst or straggle into the room. Another bell rings and they all shout to each other to sit down so that an important meeting may start. CAMPASPE: The meeting will please come to order. PLEASE, the first meeting of the Bang-Boosters Society will come to order. Yes, I said order! (Feeling slightly hoarse already she hurries through what she has to say.) We have with us Aggie Mcckinfeldt, a Junior— (Cries of Kick her out,” We don’t want those annoying Juniors in here.” Let’s paddle her just as a lesson! etc.) We’ve brought in Aggie as a professional agitator. We have to go about this in the right spirit. All right, now, give Aggie a hand. All together and not too loud. AGGIE (starting right in): This is an infringement upon our rights as human beings! (Cries of Hear, Hear!) Bangs are an essential part of our personalities. We must have them. Are we going to allow ourselves to lie treated as sheep? ALL: No. no, a thousand times no! AGGIE: In order to make this campaign authentic we ought to have a mascot. The Republican campaign for Hoover had an elephant and the N. R. A. has a blue eagle. DORA: But we couldn’t bring an elephant in here. What would we do with him if a teacher came in? SUSIE: I know where we can get a mascot. Thcrc’rc always about ten dogs hanging around the back door. (She starts toward the door.) Won’t someone come down with me while I catch one? Come on, Dora. DORA: But I’m scared of dogs. Page 82 THE 1935 TATLER (Susie Icatrs alone but immediately sticks her eaJ back in): Jiggers! Here comes Miss Asterbury. (There is a mad scramble, and when Miss Asterbury enters all the girls arc languishing against the walls with their hands over their foreheads as if they had headaches. It is as hard to understand their attitudes as it is to read the signs on the walls.) MISS ASTERBURY: Aren’t you girls supposed to be some place else? GIRLS: Oh no, Miss Asterbury. MISS ASTERBURY: Well, shouldn’t you be studying, then? (Susie is backing in the door, coaxing a miscellaneous dog into the room. She docs not notice Miss Asterbury until she bumps into her. Regaining her balance she hustles her charge out again, but he has ideas of his own and returns immediately. Everyone except Miss Asterbury seems slightly agitated but Dora saves the situation by throwing a coat over the mascot.) MISS ASTERBURY: I really think you girls ought to go to study hall; at least some of you should. (She turns to leave and suddenly perceives the mascot’s tail, which has wagged its way out of cover.) Heavens! A mouse! (She jumps up on the soapbox and gestures wildly as though shooing a swarm of bees away.) CAMPASPE: Shut up, everybody, can’t you see Miss Asterbury is going to make a speech? (As both the wiggling under the coat and tlx- waving of Miss Asterburys arms increase in violence, Miss Asterbury loses her equilibrium entirely and falls on the sandwich boards, which flatten out with a bang, yes, a bang—it would seem that the campaign is winning out, but not by the anxiety registered on the faces of the girls. In fact the only one who is calm in tin- face of such a catastrophe is the mascot, who discards his disguise entirely and runs delightedly over to Miss Asterbury, who is beckoning him so invitingly.) CAMPASPE (looking a bit startled at Miss Asterbury, who seems a bit disheveled and can’t see because her hair is in her eyes): Why. Miss Asterbury, Bangs! You’ve joined our campaign! Dora, Jane, Mary, help me boost our new honorary member up. (The four girls each take a corner of the sandwich board and raise it to their shoulders. They join the procession and the rest of the senior class follow. They parade around the room once and then leave by the center-stage door, to the shouts and cries of Hurrah! for the bang-boosters! and from Miss Asterbury a feeble But, girls, ought you to be doing this?”) CURTAIN Page «.� THE 1935 TATLER ODE TO A DREAM MAIDEN or Thoughts on the Romanticists Written by Two Juniors upon Completing a Course in the Romantic Poets Slowly the lissome maiden sank Beside the rippling silver stream, And on the mossy dark green bank Composed herself to wait and dream. Her slender body robed in white Enshrouded in her pale gold hair, Seemed part and kindred of the night And of the misty moonlight fair. Her creamy eyelids drooped with sleep And gently veiled her azure eyes. And now from out the forest deep Came faeries, watchful as she lies. Girdled with pearls, with brilliant stars. These winged virgins came. Happy they played and nought could mar Their joy in this their faery game. But love, the pretty youth, came teasing. He laughed to see them whirl and flee; And now the sleeping maiden seizing. Outspread his velvet wings with glee. A comet of joy. he disappeared; The green bank cried with bitter tears; The faeries forgot, they who had feared. The silver stream flowed on into the years. R. R.: Bret Hartc? Is that the dog food? Chloc: Of course, every one went to coffee houses. You could go to some for a pittance and others for six pittances. Virginia: He was in cohorts with the enemy. ■ Harriet: Aren’t satellites those things that hang down in caves? � Leila (at 9:30 A. M.): I’ll have you know I've had absolutely nothing to cat all morning except breakfast! � Jinnic: Why is it so cold in here? Vogtel: L.izzic opened the window and walked out. Jinnic: What!! Oh . . . the door. THE • • • • • • • ::t a i l e r Left: Oh! Mr. Zilch! Center: One down and two to go. Right: Peek-a-boo, Jinny! It's Leila again. Left: Here’s OUR Creative Thought.” Center: It must be a racket, Mimi. Right: Heavy, heavy lungs over thy head. Left: Whecce! Above: Miss Dalton and Satellites. Their place in the sun. Below: Four, just enough for London Bridge. See list of Miss Dalton’s new exercises. THE 1935 TATLER • • • •••••• 9 9 « • •••� •• «i • � � • «• • ■•• •••• •• • THE EDITORS OF THE TATLER RECOMMEND 1. A Taller Cookie Fund and Tea Service at 4:30 for those who work after hours. 2. A permanent writer-upper of athletics. 3. Two or three more people like Nancy Lou Mackall and Toots Holmbcrg, who work on the Taller when they don’t have to. 4. A supply of 1000 paper clips (more, if possible). 5. A permanent file of collections of Senior Write-up ideas. NOTES ON CONTRIBUTORS 1. Sara Lee Fletcher, another Carl Sandburg, we fear, has been outdoing herself and others in poetry and prose. 2. Kathleen Gluck, whose animal collection is in great demand at the ZOO, is suspected of having brought many back ALIVE! 3. Empress Eugenic O'Neill Chandler has, incidentally, besides other contributions, been practically the sole artist of this book. 4. Betsey Deems, poet of the west coast, i% Northrop’s fair-haired child. J. Nancy Lou Mackall, distinguished authoress of The Stag, spends her august seventh periods inquiring, Has anybody been late today? 6. Virginia Foley, budding artist in photography, will certainly get her latest efforts in the 1936 Taller. (We commend her for her valiant work.) 7. Betty Vogtel furnishes rides and petits choux to friends, pastes things efficiently and, incidentally, edits this volume. 8. We wish to acknowledge the many cheerful contributions however small, of Sandra Elizabeth Luckcr as she is known on Christmas cards and in private life. 9. We secretly believe that Miss Mercer has been eating paste and hiding paper clips on us, but in spite of everything it is her fault this book ever got to press. 10. And Finely we celebrate the Business Board, our inspiration, without whom we could never have written this book. THE END Page $6 THE 1935 TATLER Prescriptions Drugs - - Sundries WEST HIGH PHARMACY, INC. 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Where every single thing is designed for youth and youth alone. • There’s the Sub-Deb Lingerie Shop where the same rules apply to the underneath-it-alls. • There’s the Sub-Dfb Hat Rack with its Cinema Shop of movie stars’ hats at one end and its young styles everywhere. • The Club House Shoe Shop, wise about your golfing shoes. The Sports Shop, full of lore as to impeccable riding togs. The Sporting Goods Shop on second floor, famous for having the finest sports equipment. Wherever you go at Dayton s, you find it’s true. We serve youth ! Rc,g. State of Minn. Page 91 THE 1935 TATLER DONATED by a Congratulations . . . to the Class of 1935 FRIEND Hartman’s Millinery 91 SO. 10TH npHE coming years will mean to you just what Hats for every occasion Also the Kloz-Line perfect fitting slips. Made to your measure — you make them. It is for $2.75 and $3.75. YOU to determine wheth- Crocheted gloves made to your size er you will get ahead or and color—$2.50. Hose in all shades. drift. 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