Northrop Collegiate School - Tatler Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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 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.) %

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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.)

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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