Northrop Collegiate School - Tatler Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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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

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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

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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