Northrop Collegiate School - Tatler Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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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

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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.

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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