Northrop Collegiate School - Tatler Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

Text from Pages 1 - 112 of the 1936 volume:

PUBLISHED ANNUALLY BY THE STUDENTS OF NORTHROP COLLEGIATE SCHOOL MINNEAPOLIS Tt? ftfi l t fsr Lb 7 55 4 la. M 3 $ CMC • • • «••••• • • • • •• «•«••• • ••• •••••• • • •• ••••• • • • � _— — • • • • • •••••- - V THIS TATLER IS DEDICATED TO CAROLINE MERCER FACULTY Ethel Maude Spurr Elizabeth Sadlcy ... Flora E. Brewer.. .. Caroline Cl. Mercer Charlotte Wallon Gladys Corthell Josephine B. Garst Irene Merrill .. Rose M. Gavillet Ethel E. Pease Janet Mori son Josephine Fawcett Virginia Burns I-ouise Leclcrcq Marguerite Williams Isabella A. Marzolt Anne Wilson Carol Brown Maude C. Thompson Edith M. Cotton Helen Dalton Myrtle BintlifT Marion E. Miller Jean Duncan........ I lelcn Shoemaker Gertrude Rosemond Constance Lane Norma Bierbauer Edith F. Aves Folwell W. C'oan Clarence E. Hill F. Pcavey Heflfelfinger Mrs. John C. Benson Daniel F. Bull G. Barnard ClilTord, Jr. Albert Crosby Mrs. John S. Dalrymplc .....Principal Mathematics Latin English . . . French Larin Science History French junior Mathematics .................English Speech and Dramatics Geography and Science French Fifth Grade Fourth Grade .... Librarian .... Third Year Second Year .... Music Physical Education First Year ........... Kindergarten ..........Art .....Physical Education .. . . Piano Piano Secretary and Accountant Executive Secretary TRUSTEES . . President .............. Treasurer .....Vice-President Arthur M. Hartwell Mrs. Lyndon M. King Harold R. Ward Mrs. Valentine Wurtclc Robert C. Woodworth OFFICERS OF PARENTS AND TEACHERS ASSOCIATION Mrs. John C. Benson Mrs. Glenn Wyer ... Mrs. Benjamin Sandy Mrs. Maurice M. Moore Mrs. Harold H. Tcarsc Mrs. Arthur M. Hartwell President First Vice-President Second Vice-President T reasurer . Recording Secretary Corresponding Secretary Fom 1 9 3 6 TAT L E R MARY LESLIE senior class president pewter notrc dame pilgrim’s progress ANNOUNCEMENT peck peck JL Sm MARY LOU BENSON JANE ANN CREAMER diamond-point drill paprika 101% prism hclcn of troy blue angora starch dr. loeke cau de cologne resolved: 1 9 3 6 TAT L E R Set 1936 TATLER KATHERINE DAIN bamboo symphony altitude first lady alabaster ELIZABETH DEEMS soap bubble penguin smithsonian chalk celesta Eigki CHLOE DOERR ELIZABETH ANN EGGLESTON boomerang puck popover toe-spin astringent minuet attic porcelain cotton brown thrush 1 9 3 6 TAT L E R .VW 1936 TATLER MARGARET ELIZABETH FARR SARA LEE FLETCHER sombrero il ducc a. f. of 1. peanut gallery blueblack igloo jungle enigma alpaca pagliacci Ten MARGARET CURTIN HOPWOOD ELLEN HUFF white gloves avocado metronome antoinc black suede tambourine arpeggio owl conquistador foreign policy 1936 TATLER hit ten 1936 TATLER MARJORIE ANNE JOHNSON MARY ANNA NASH thurber peanut butter duchess Schiaparelli toga holly houdini bungalow tortoise pouter pigeon Tu-eire MARY LOUISE NEILS MARY FRANCES NEILSON tapestry Zeitgeist samovar bonwit-tellcr Italian pottery harpsichord calico pocahontas garnet flag 1 9 3 6 TAT L E R Thirteen 1 9 3 6 TAT L E R MARTHA PATTRIDGE pomegranate cork bicycle pancakes chamois PATRICIA ANN PETTIT chesterfield pigskin shamrock vinegar book-of-the-month FoHrirtn RUTH RIZER MARIAN SEELEY baked apple jubilee bass drum bittersweet dobbs apples and madonnas sorority smoke aspirin star sapphire 1 9 3 6 TAT L E R Fifteen 1936 TATLER JANE SEYBOLD JANE ANN THOMPSON alfalfa polka o. soglow porridge robinson crusoc vanity fair sandal jade parquet circle pussy willow Sitltra LAURA MAY THOMPSON KATHERINE MARY WARNER candy cane cornflakes rosalind buttonhole organdy 19 3 6 petit point braid eglantine uncle wiggly pinafore TAT L E R Settntttn 1936 TATLER JANET GLENN WYER MARY SUSAN ZELLE pride and prejudice popcorn buoys calling card saga winnie-the-pooh scherzo pandora thistle water cress Eighteen l rft: Benson, Johnson return to the East (Mpls.) after week-end in the West (Mika.) Center. Choose correct response. It was . . . night before Xmas, night before Easier, the morning after. Right: Miss Duncan. Seybold, and See ley waiting for a ride. Right: What’s Ri .er seen, a man: Below: Even though it docs rain, Martha can't be piped down. Left: Asleep in the deep. Left: Why Katherine! Northrop girls nevah feel the cold. (Whassa matter with you, Benson?) Center: Ri .er and Fletcher atop the hearse ... it isn’t so had as all that. Sara. Right: 1 ley, Jane, your shoe’s untied. l ft: Won’t it click, Martha? Lower left: Arc we Fortunate? Neils, I luff, Benson, and friend. Center: Rut hie cutting up. Note extreme pleasure on Scybold’s and Deems' faces. Benson’s mind seems to be wandering, or is she cross-eyed? Right: Olficialadies. Left: Editor Fletcher campaigning. Right: |ust “Phillcd.” Left: See no evil; hear no evil; speak no evil. Center: They user! to call me Laughing Boy. Right: Mixed company. Left: Warn pas Baby Stars of 1936. Left: Peace on earth, good will toward men. Center: Lost Horizons. Right: Portrait of Woman in Coat. Center: Crack squad, 1929. lxft: Every rose has its thorns. Right: Ellen Huff and Mary Lou Benson Ixrfore the Christmas play. LU K- TOP PICTURE—GRADES III AND IV Top row: Josephine Merwin. I larriet Jaffray, Dorothy Barnes, Joan Donaldson. Ann Wuncle, (•retchen Knoblauch Second row: Susan Ram). Kendall Ankeny, (icannc (airpentcr, Janet Hartwell. Mary Beth Nelson, Lucille (amp, Amy Belle |ohn on Front row: Mary W'uncle. Patty Kennedy, Jean Dunn. Betty Kenneth. Mary Martin. Eleanor Swanson, Martha Struthers Absent: Patty Clifford, Patricia Coan LOWER PICTURE—CRADKS V AND VI Top row Sally Hill. Mary Sutherland. Katherine Henry. Sally Piper. Prudence Sutherland. Betty Hill Thud row: Virginia Louise Dwinncll. Betsy Stone, Patricia Hill, Elizabeth MacMillan. Mary Alice Exsleston. Patricia Walling, Susan West. Olivia Oian, Elizabeth Cooper Second row: Mary Hill, lessica Driscoll, Henrietta Hill, Anne Leslie, Dorothy Dunn. Betty Peterson, Elizahc:h Harper, Mary Kennedy. Elizabeth Woodworth Front row: Janet Miller. Marilyn Eastman. (Jail Stacy. Barbara Je an Swirles, Madeleine Jaffray Absent: Lucia Tcarse. Joan Payne. Katherine Vaughan Tno UPPER PICTURE—GRADES VII. VIII AND IX Top row: Mary Davit, Barbara Bissell. Mary |anc I IclTcIfingcr, Eleanor Stevenson. Grctchcn Luther, loan Dobson, Louise Pi|� er. Jane Dobson. Jean Dain. Martha Sweatt, Betty Pcpparci. Adelaide Ward, Jean Thomson. Patricia Rogers Second row: Julie Burnet. Lois Belcher. Mary Clark, Carol Atwood, Amy Camp. Ann RichariL. Helen Harper. Jean Johnson, Marilyn Nelson, Andrea Scott. Nancy Ross, Bamby Rami, Marcella Phelps. Ann laichrae Front row: Anne Overman, Nancy Grace, Virginia Vandever. Mary Alice Met'rough. Betty Ann Webster, Kate Rami. Frances Atkinson. Joanne Winner. Mary Moore. Frances Barber, Martha larkin, Mary Haglin, Eva Rutherford, Gloria Ixe Absent: Ellen Rider. Jean Price. Ruth Leslie LOWER PICTURE—GRADES IX, X. AND XI Top row: Rosemary Campbell, Catherine Ann Bauers, Rosamond Bull. Doric deVries. Ruth Deems. Mary Hardenbergh, Peggy Smith, Margaret Schubert, Gloria Grimes, Janet Sandy. Caroly n Hollcrn Second row: Mary Lou Bros. Sally Holladav. Margaret Youngquist. Frances Mapes, Barbara Hill, Emmy Lou Luckcr, Margret Ann Atkinson. Mary Jane Van Cam pep, Nancy Mills, Mary |anc Gluck, Cora Hill, Ann Carpenter, Cynthia Dalryinplc Front row: Josephine Harper. Peggy Patton. Peggy Carpenter. Grace Tully. Peggy Rutherford. Margery Michelson, Ixslie Flannery. Whitney Burton, Virginia Haglin, Alexandra Gallcnkamp, Betty King. Paisley Ann Woodrich, Marilyn Gluek. Corinne Thrall Absent: Mary Townsend NORTHROP LEAGUE COUNCIL OFFICERS OF THE LEACUE President Vice-President Secretary T rea surer Assistant Treasurer HEADS OF COMMITTEES Irts Athletics Entertainment Taller Wei fate Miss Spurr Jane Creamer Martha Pattridgc Mary Anna Nash Sara Lee Fletcher Ellen 1 luff XII XI X IX VIII VII Katherine Dain Ellen Huff Margery Michclson Betty King Nancy Mills PRESIDENTS OF CLASSES Mary Iarslie CJracc Tullv Margaret Schubert Martha Swcatt Barbara Bissell Mary Davis FACULTY MEMBERS Miss C orthcll Miss (larst Miss Mercer 7 nr my -Few r THE WELFARE COMMITTEE In addition to their plea for support issued in the fall, the Welfare Committee—Ellen HuiT, chairman, Katherine Warner. Whitney Burton. Barbara Hill. Gretchcn Luther, Eleanor Stevenson, Ellen Rider, representatives, and Miss Pease, faculty advisor -put on a skit to emphasize their great need and were rewarded by a very successful Northrop Welfare and Community Fund Drive. Just before Thanksgiving the whole school joined in making its offering of food. The meat, fruit, vegetables, and canned goods were carried into chapel by the girls, deposited on decorated tables, and later packed in boxes, and sent to the Family Welfare Association, the Children's Protective Society, anti the Northeast Neighborhood I louse. Clothing was sent to the Frontier Nursing Service in the Kentucky Mountains. At Christmas, the lower school donated to the Holiday Bureau a collection of toys for children of all ages, while the Northrop Welfare sent the usual sums, accompanied by baskets of provisions, to the Family Welfare Society, Children’s Protective Society, and the Northeast Neighborhood House. For the past three years Northrop has provided a certain large family with shoes. During the long period of intense cold this winter, we helped meet the emergency by furnishing coal and the services of a trained nurse to a family suffering from scarlet fever. Our scholarships at Edison High School have again made it possible for three deserving girls to graduate, who otherwise could not have done so. ENTERTAINMENT The entertainment for this year has been most successful under the capable direction of Mary Anna Nash. Two dances were given, one on November twenty-third, the second on April twentv-fifth. The school was turned into a show-boat on Friday, October fourth, for the “Old Girls’ Party for the New, with everybody wearing suitable costumes. Each of the seniors invited a seventh grader and became her escort for the evening. The stunts included a gay Gay Nineties skit by the seniors, a minstrel show by the juniors, an amateur show, a symphony orchestra, and a mystery drama by the tenth, ninth, and eighth grades respectively. The faculty produced two acts including a takeoff of the Northrop Study Hall and one entitled, If Men Played Bridge as Women Do. DEBATING This year for the first time Northrop has brought debating outside the classroom. Martha Pattridge and Peggy Farr represented Northrop in a debate on April first with Clara Bertels and l orrainc Kuzer from North High School. The subject was: Resolved: 1 hat the several states should enact legislation providing for a system of complete medical services available to all citizens at public expense. The debate, an innovation at Northrop, called forth all the oratorical powers of the debaters, who all exercised them so admirably that the final decision was a close one. The North girls, it was decided, however, had more points and won the debate. Miss Rewey Belle Inglis was the critic judge. 1936 TATLER I nfi'ffht 1936 TATLER THE ADMIRABLE CRICHTON On Saturday evening, December seventh, the majestic rising of Northrop’s curtains disclosed a sophisticated circle of English society, exchanging epigrams in the purest Oxford fashion. Jane Creamer, known for her superb performances in Alice Ducr Miller’s Charm School and as Quince in A Midsummer Sight's Dream, played the title role, the butler, of J. M. Barrie's The Admirable Crichton. Opposite her as the lovely Lady Mary was Betsey Deems, sometimes called the Divine Deems, also of Charm School fame. Martha Pattridge in the pan of chief cpigrammist Hon. Ernest Woolcy, proved truly that she was a bachelor, but not of arts. Reasons for the success of the play may l� e jotted down with three general ideas in mind: mainly the perseverance of Miss Fawcett, the staunch support of the art department (Scybold, Neils, Seeley) heads, in the creation of non-flappabic, lean-resisting scenery, and the sincere support of the entire cast. JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL DRAMATICS The seventh grade gave an interesting play called Nevertheless concerning two children whose mother was having a hard time correcting their grammar. The boy with a terrible temper, portrayed by Mary I laglin. wanted to run away, because of being corrected all the time, and was ready to murder grammar. His sister, Lou, played by Kitty Rand, stopped him, anti the burglar, played by Mary Davis, finally acted out the puzzling word nevertheless. A charming play, written by Edna St. Vincent Millay while she was at Vassar College, was given by first the eighth and then the ninth grade. The play is named The Princess Marries the Page and is an interlude with a theme that might have been taken from an old fairy talc. As a princess sits in her tower, a gay young page breaks in on her privacy. There follows a war of words accompanied by soft looks. Suddenly an alarm is sounded; soldiers are marching to the tower. The page is not a page at all, but the son of a neighboring ruler. The curtain falls on a happy ending. In the eighth grade Lois Belcher made a lovely princess and Jean Price a fine page. Mary Jane HclTclfingcr played the part of the chancellor and Barbara Bisscl was the king. The soldiers were Jane Dobson, Martha Larkin anil Gloria I-cc. Jean Dain took the role of the princess and Ruth Deems her page, in the ninth grade. The chancellor was played by Mary Hardenbergh. Grctchcn Luther was the king and Martha Sweat!, Anne Carpenter and Ruth lx-slic the three soldiers. Ttrrnty-Sii “THE ADMIRABLE CRICHTON” IN ACTION Right: Betsey Deems, Kaddy Da in, Rosamond Bull, Mary Lou Benson. “You know, girls, I constantly find myself secreting hairpins. Right: Jane Creamer, Chloe Doerr, Janet Wycr, Mary Jane Van Campen. Butlers may—but they do not keep company. Left: Ellen I luff, Mimi Pattridge. ‘‘How do I know that they are not lying?” Right: Betsey Deems, Jane Creamer. “Crichton, your manner strikes me as curious. 1936 TATLER THE ART CONTEST The second of April witnessed the opening of the third annual Art Contest, demonstrating that the artistic talent of Northrop increases yearly. The contest was judged by the eminent Minneapolis artists and critics. Miss Barbara Bell, Miss Jane Thickens, and Mr. Edmund Kopietz. On display was the mural painting of Minnesota city and country life, presented to the school by Jane Creamer, Marian Seeley, and Jane Scybold. who painted its three panels, and a frieze depicting the visit of Saint Nicholas, done by several members of the sixth grade. To the winning contestants were given exquisite prints of famous pictures. In the judging, the school was divided into three sections: GRADES TEN. ELEVEN. AND TWELVE Painting First prize ............................................ ... Jane Creamer, for Farmyard Second prize ............................................. Jane Scybold. for Harlem Night |)k swing First prize ......... ... Marian Seeley Second prize. . ................................ ................. . .......... Grace Tully Grafts First prize ..................................... . .. . Grace Tully, for a screen Second prize ................................................. Jane Scybold, for a tray CommFjtciAt. Art and Design First prize ............................................ Jane Creamer for Book Exhibit poster GRADES SEVEN. EIGHT. AND NINE Painting First prize...................................... Rosemary Campbell, for Two I lancers Marionettes........... . Andrea Scott, for Old Rip Woodcrai T First prize .. .. ... Martha Lukin, for plate and coasters Ct AY First prize....................................... Joanne Winner, for Horse and Rider” Second prize.. ................................ Frances Atkinson, for Lady with Her Dog Pi wtkr First prize ....................................................................... Julie Burnet I � SIGN First prize Getchcn Luther, for a greeting card GRADES FOUR. FIVE. AND SIX Punting First prize Joan Payne, tor licr entire group Second prize. ... ............... . Janet Miller, for Horse and Dog Cl .AY First prize Sally Hill, for Jaguar Crafts First prize . . ......................................... Patricia Walling, for her mat Finger Painting First prize................................................. Betty Peterson, for |a|� an GRADES ONE, TWO. AND THREE Painting First prize............................................... Amy Belle Johnson, for Pilgrims Clay First prize......................................... Lucille Camp, for Eskimo Dog Sled Taraiy-Eight THE DANCE PROGRAMS This year the Dancing Club and the Glee Clubs have presented three lovely programs. In the first, at Thanksgiving time, dances were given to the music of The Harvest Song by Gaul, Triumph, Thanksgiving by Rachmaninoff, and The Hymn of the Pilgrims by MacDowcll. To a reading from The Prophet by Gibran, another dance was given. The spring program emphasized first of all the sacrificial aspect of Easter. The dancers represented a frieze showing the sad people who had come weary miles to the tomb of the crucified Christ. The second part of the program symbolized the reawakening of spring, in a dance to Grieg’s music To Spring and one to The Wings of the Morning by Wiley, sung by the Glee Club. The June program was a pageant. King Nutcracker, done to Tschaikovsky’s well known Nutcracker Suite. The story was of a fir tree which was cut down; only a little knot was left. A boy passing by whittled a nutcracker from this knot, which, as he looked at it, seemed to come alive. It summoned many people to dance before the boy: there were Russians. Arabians. Chinese. Reed Flutes, and many others. The climax of the pageant was the dance of the flowers, in which all the flowers tried to produce the sweetest perfume, so that they would be chosen by Fay, the flower fairy. The whole school took part in King Nutcracker. The leads were: King Nutcracker, Mary Jane Van Campon; Fay, Virginia 1 laglin; The Candy Fairy. Betsy Stone. THE CHRISTMAS PLAY Every girl—from the kindergarten and primary, singing the familiar carols, to the junior and senior Glee Clubs, who provided the beautiful music accompanying the pageant—may say that she supported Northrop's offering to the reverence and beauty of the Christmas season. The use of an authentic French nativity play added to the universal tone of the Christmas story. The Virgin Mary was seen, when the play began, speaking about her premonition of some wonderful event. Then the Angel appeared in the Annunciation to Mary. Following this, the shepherds were shown, astounded by the Angel’s message and planning to travel to see the Christ. A scene of the women talking of the coming of a Savior followed a tableau of Mary and Joseph on their way to Bethlehem. The final picture presented the journey of the Kings to the manger, the arrival of the shepherds, of the women, and of children representing all the countries of the world, every one adoring the infant Jesus. The cast included: The Ingel Mary Lou Benson Mary Ellen Huff foseph Mary Frances Ncilson Women: Mary Su Zclle, Frances Mapes, Josephine Harper, Janet Sandy Shepherds: Margery Michelson. Sara Lee Fletcher, Whitney Burton, Mary Neils Kings Mary Leslie, Katherine Dain. Leslie Flannery 1936 TATLER Tnxmy-S'ine 1936 TATLER A NIGHT AT THE OPERA With our third operetta The Two Vagabonds by Edward Jacobowski, based upon and with the music of his original Krminie, the tradition of an annual Northrop and Blake musical production is now firmly established. The customary curtain has now risen on scarcely recognizable Blake and Northrop students cavorting first in the streets of Titipu, and next on a rocky coast of Cornwall; and this year found them displaying their versatility on a village green in France. From the first scenes of The Two Vagabonds a rather dazed audience noted the continuous appearance of everything from viscounts, dukes, marquises, countesses, officers and soldiers to innkeepers, maids, vagabonds, troubadours, secretaries, lackeys, waiters and gypsy fortune-tellers. Such an assemblage provided a multiplicity of song, talent, and color. Sara Lee Fletcher and Stuart Rider, representing love struggling against great odds, charmed the audience with their amorous ducts, while Boynton Bean (who took over Sam Fahr’s part when the latter developed appendicitis) was as perfect an eighteenth century marquis as ever opened a snuff box or broadened an “A ; and George Clifford, a duke with a tender spot for little “deers, tripped a graceful gavotte with the court lords and ladies. M tzi and Bahette (Grace Tully and Sally Ilolladav) opened the second act by hastily training some of the villagers to be maids and lackeys to the assembled guests, and musically commented, to the delight of the audience, on the variety of “A Woman’s Dress.” The plot thickened as John Dobson and Ham Luther, the vagabonds, in league with Fllcn Huff, an attractive young fortune teller, Lazella, clowned about with iron men, the countess (Marjorie Johnson) and everybody’s iools. A surprise ending left everyone happy when the lovers surmounted the odds and Rene discovered his lost love, Claire (Frances Mapes) and his friend the Viscount (Charles Thompson). Then, after many floral compliments, the cast tripped back to the twentieth century. THE CAST Alitzi, maid to . ata(ie llabette, another maid Peter, a waiter l adeau, innkeeper iuizella, gypsy fortune teller Marquis le Mayenne Natalie, daughter of the Marquis Claire, fiiend of Natalie I)u (e of Ava'on, guest of Marquis Gerald Deroe, secretary to Marquis Captain Dupre. French officer Grace Tully Sally Holladay Thomas Oakes Robert Fisher Ellen Hutf Boynton Bean Sara Lee Fletcher Frances Mapes George Clifford Stuart Rider l-awrcncc Lucker ... The two vagabonds Rene Claudette I Chicot f Fiancois, Viscount de liordeleau Countess Tartaluff, wealthy widow .. .... The production was directed by Miss Cotton and Mr. Avery. Wilson, Miss Dalton, and Mr. Morse of Central High School, assisted the directors. 1 Hamilton Luther | John Dobson Charles Thompson Marjorie Johnson Miss Fawcett, Miss BACKSTAGE AT THE “TWO VAGABONDS Ixft: Sally Holladay, Frances Mapcs, Grace Tully. “Branching, pullback, pufT, or tic-up. . . Right: “Peter the beau. I la ha.” Sally Holladay, Tom Oakes. Boynton Bean, and Grace Tully. Left: Frances Mapcs, Marjorie Johnson, Grace Tully, Sally Holladay. Balls and l� eautiful gowns. Ha, ha. Right: Soong of joy. . . . Sara I,ec Fletcher. I eft: Boynton Bean, Frances Mapes. George ClilTord. lie’s not old. He can parry and thrust. Ouch! Right: Grace Tully, Sally Holladay, here on lord and lady waiting---------- 1936 TATLER ATHLETICS HOCKEY The field hockey games of 1935 were an exciting mixture of spills, thrills, and good hard work. The list below explains the games. October 28—Seniors 2. Juniors 4. Senior goals: Pattridge, Fletcher. Junior goals: Carpenter, Rutherford. Senior outstanding player: Neils. Junior outstanding players: Carjx-nter, Holladay, Woodrich, Rutherford. October 30—Seniors I. Freshmen 3. A thrilling game made more so, probably, by the stimulating presence of Ian Keith, who watched the whole affair. November 2—Seniors 2, Freshmen 3. This was the seniors’ final game, and the delicious refreshments served afterward had to make up for their humiliating defeat. SKN'IOR HOCKEY TEAM Benson Eggleston Scybokl I.cslic Creamer Huff (capt.) NVycr Zcllc Dain Pattridge Warner Deems Doerr Ncilson Neils Fletcher JUNIOR HOCKEY TEAM Burton S. 1 lolljdav M. Patton Tully M. Cluck King (capt.) P. Rutherford Carpenter Gallcnkamp M. Michclvon P. A. Woodrich SOPHOMORE HOCKEY TEAM Atkinson Ma| cs Schubert Youngquist Harper Mills (capt.) Van (dampen Smith Luckcr FRESHMAN HOCKEY TEAM Hill Hull fv Luther Sweatt Campbell Deems Phcl| Ross Dain Hardenhergh (ca| t.) Ward Leslie Dairy mplc 1 lolicrn Thomson Piper BASKETBALL Basketball drew many adherents from among the girls, especially in the week preceding the games, when some enthusiasts, chief of whom was Sally Holladay, stayed every afternoon and even came early in the morning during vacation. After months of strenuous practice the four teams at last clashed, mingled, and fought; but finally the juniors and seniors triumphed. The freshmen, demonstrating a remarkable proficiency for a first year team, placed two of their guards on the varsity squad. The juniors and seniors, continuing a rivalry of the previous year, waged a furious battle against a scenic background of class colors and decorations. After straining every fagging muscle, the seniors, who have this year retained their democratic policy of rotating captaincy, concluded a triumphal season by overwhelming the juniors by a score of 46-25. The faculty threw the gauntlet at the sophomores and, in the closing minutes of the game, sunk a long put to win one up. A motley group of alumnae returned to the familiar haunts of their childhood to defeat the freshman and challenge the varsity team, composed of the star members of the class teams which have furnished such a brilliant year of basketball. TAirti’Two Top left: Poor girl. She's suffering from athlete’s elbow. Center: There's something about a soldier. Right: Ruthic Deems and Mary 1 lar-denlx-rgh share the sunshine. Left: Did some one say there was a game going on? Center: Cynthia Dalrymplc, Rosamond Mull, Marcic Phelps at the Horse Show. Right: Look out. little fox! Hally hoo! Right, below: Men in white. Left: Whoa! Right: Stay on the page, girls! Left: Summit entertains Northrop. Right: Gluck and Van Campen. “Why don’t you enter the posture class with us, kids?” Right: The Primary School on ice. 1936 TATLER SPRING ATHLETICS After the paper streamers of the championship basketball game were taken down, after the thermometer rose above its winter level, the spring sports at Northrop began. The upper-school girls emerged to play baseball, tennis, and golf. On certain days of the week, the west field was overrun with girls waving formidable clubs with which they hit small golf balls: they were practising strokes. On other days girls in blue gym suits played baseball. There has been unusual interest in baseball this spring, especially among the ninth graders. Competition was keen and teams were organized to play against each other. Sally Halladay and Peggy Farr were appointed to arrange for the tennis tournaments and activities. There was a singles tournament in the fall and a doubles tournament in the spring. Creamer Neils Woodrich Kinj; Smith Atkinson DeVries Thompson Dalrymple Creamer Pattridge SENIOR BASKETBALL TEAM Wycr Pattridge Scybold Huff Deems JUNIOR BASKETBALL TEAM Gallcnkamp Carpenter Gluek Rutherford Ha {lin SOPHOMORE BASKETBALL TEAM Harper Van Campen Mills Mapes Schubert FRESHMAN BASKETBALL TEAM Deems Sweatt Subt Hardenbergh Campbell Phelps Rand VARSITY TEAM Neils Rutherford dc Vries Carpenter Campbell Huff SEVENTH AND EIGHTH GRADE SPORTS During the fall of last year, the seventh ami eighth grade sports were mostly outside. After much practising, the two grades played a game of field hockey in which the eighth grade was defeated with a score of 3 to 0. All through the winter, sports being inside, captain ball, dodge ball, deck tennis, badminton, and snatch club were played. No special competitive games were played; they were just for fun. In the spring, baseball was the main game. There were games against other grades, loo. The seventh and eighth grades enjoyed tennis very much; and a few enterprising seventh anti eighth graders practised golf strokes in their spare time. Thirly-Fomr Iwft: Mary Davis anil Eva Rutherford. Is that a robin I hear?” Center: The dance of Spain in Pageant of Nations, June, 1935. Right: Seventh grade revel. (Photograph by Helen I larpcr.) Ixft: Carol Atwood and Virginia Van-dever. She’s way up thar; I’m way down hyar. Upper center: Michclson. . . . Montana. my Montana! (Or is it Idaho ho-ho?) Lower center: Miss Spurr presides. Right: (let hold of them thar reins, Marilyn, he’s likely to buck. Hot tom: The wheels go ’round. 1936 TATLER SCHOOL CALENDAR September 17—TIk- school reopens and somehow we enter. 2?—Miss Lane delights us with a piano recital. ( )ctober 1— The first Current Events Club meeting under Miss Merrill is enthusiastically attended. —Mrs. Walter Thorp advocates legislation as a hobby for women. 4—Annual party for the new girls. 7—A Community Fund film. 10— Senior class hears Langston Hughes, negro poet, at University Convocation. 11— We spectate at and enter into another horse show. 16— A mock traffic court is held in Chapel. 17— Mr. Alder speaks on “The Kensington Stone—Is It a Fake? 17—E. ( . O’Brien speaks at Convocation. 23— Mrs. Mary Breckinridge, head of Frontier Nursing Association, inspires us all to be couriers. 31—Dr. B. G. deVries gives an illustrated talk on Kodiak bear hunting. November 4—Mr. Holt, son of President Holt of Rollins College, describes conference plan of education. 11—Armistice Day Program. 14—Illustrated talk, with sound effects, by Mrs. Wells, on our feathered friends. 24— Autumnal school dance. 27—A Thanksgiving program precedes a two-day vacation. December 2— School again—pounds arc gained. 4— An Open-School gives our parents an opportunity to sample a luncheon and our classes—The Book Exhibit. 5— I can Cronkhitc of Raddiffc speaks. 7— We give our dramatic masterpiece. Admirable Crichton. 9—Miss Warren, President of Sarah Lawrence, speaks in Chapel. 20—A play of the Joyeux Noel. January 6— To school again after Christmas vacation. 8— Miss Ncwhall speaks on Mount Holyoke College. 9— We fill out programs for next dance. 17—Winter Carnival at Summit School. 22— We attend a book-review program in Chapel. 23— A spell of faclow-zero weather freezes everything up. 27—Exams begin. 30— Dr. Coffin reads his poetry to us. 31— A holiday from school. Thirty Six Ixft: Doric deVries. Center: Sweep on, sweep on to victory. Northrop vs. Summit in a game of broom ball. Right: Miss Aves. Top left: Little America. Lower left: The debaters—Lorraine Kuzer anti Clara Bertels of North High School. Center: Mile. Clavillet, “Comprenez-vous? Right: Heaven's my destination' Left: Fourth gratlc cn masse. Right: View of Sophomores, flocking in group. Left: Miss Shoemaker in costume. Center: Margie Michelson. Muggsic Atkinson (corpse unidentified). Upper right: Why, Margaret, arc we delaying you? Lower right: Miss Duncan, smiling the famous Viennese smile. Ixft: Arc you planning to enter a hogcalling contest. Cacta, or is it just a toothache? Center: Atkinson, Gallenkamp, Lucker, Haglin, and Cluck draped on a Ducscnbcrg. Right: Miss Wilson. 1936 TATLER February 5—In Chapel, members of the seventh grade discourse upon the line of the English royal family. 12— Lincoln program—talks by members of the an classes and the sixth grade. 13— Piano recital—Miss Lane and her pupils. M—League Valentine party for seventh and eighth grades. 21—Washington’s Birthday gives us a holiday. 25—Miss Ewe sings in Chapel. 27—Mixed spirits haunt the school in a riotous Tatlcr program. March 5—Miss Lane and Miss Cotton give a piano recital. 10— Miss Daymon speaks on Mills College. 11— Previews of The Two Vagabonds arc given. 14— The Two Vagabonds. “A most magnificent performance gives to an inimitable cast the supreme triumph of a particularly brilliant year.’’—New Yor ( Sunbeam. 12; 19—Dr. Boddy of Westminster and Dr. Hohn of Hennepin Avenue give inspiring sermons. 30— We return from spring vacation. 31— A talk by the Rev. Mr. Parduc on prayer. April 1— Donald Watt tells (and shows us with moving pictures) about trips to foreign countries in school groups. 2— Debate: North High School vs. Northrop. 9—An Easter program is given by the Dancing Club and the Glee Club. 10—Good Friday—more vacation. 16—Mrs. Rusk from the mathematics department of Wells speaks. 16-17—The artists compete in an exhibition. 16—The juniors and Seniors fight it out at the championship game. Seniors win. 25—Successful culmination ol dance programs at the Spring Dance. May 7—Dr. James Davies reads selections from Kipling to the upper school. 1.3—Pupils of Miss Lane hold a twilight musical at Mrs. W. H. Huff’s house. 14— Miss Rosemond’s pupils give a recital. 15— We regretfully postpone our party for Summit School. 18—Miss l-ane’s pupils give a piano recital. 25—Final exams loom up. 29—Seniors arc everlastingly grateful to the Juniors for wonderful J. S. June 1— King Nutcracker pageant. 2— Commencement Exercises. Thttl -Linhl THE LOWER SCHOOL SNOWFLAKES Snowflakes falling everywhere. Everyone a silver star. Lucille Camp, III. SPRING Oh dear me! I wish spring would hurry up and come, said a big tree. So do I, said a little tree. Here it is April second and no spring is here yet. “Listen! said the big tree. Was that birds? “Yes it was! said the little tree. Spring is here at last!” said both trees together. Jean Dunn, III. MR. BUNNY’S ROCKING CHAIR Mr. Bunny, Sr., sat in his patched and darned rocking chair. Though it was a very shabby rocking chair Mr. Bunny liked it. At times, however, he greatly wished he could have another one. Just then in came two of his three infant bunnies. They jumped up and down on their father and begged him to let them have some Christmas money for presents. Mr. Bunny growled and shook his head. I can’t give you Christmas money for presents, he exclaimed, “because I need it for a new rocking chair. Christmas morning Mr. Bunny came downstairs. After breakfast he invited some company in to celebrate. Mr. Hippopotamus was the first guest. I Ic noticed something. It was a new rocking chair for Mr. Bunny. Mr. Hippopotamus sat down and Mr. Bunny began to lament, lor indeed, there was no more chair now. Joey Merwin, IV. GRAMMAR Grammar is very important and everyone should take it. Some people don't know their grammar, and they don’t speak correctly. I think it is a horrible subject myself, but I always say to myself, I low glad 1 shall be when I grow up that I learned my grammar. Some people don’t learn because they arc just naturally stupid, some don’t learn because they just don’t care, but 1 guess if I don’t learn it’s my own fault, because my poor teacher certainly tries hard to teach me. Joan Payne, VI. NOT AN ELF I'm not really an elf. I’m just myself. But when at dawn, All the work is done, I have gone. 1 am the fastest one. I’m not really an elf. I’m just myself. Susan Hand, IV. FAIRIES Fairies here, fairies there, Dancing in the wood! That is what I like to hear. Little fairies, tiny fairies, Elves and brownies, too. Go dancing through the wood! Betty Peterson, V. 1936 TATLER T. ) ir.r 1936 TATLER ROBINS Mr. and Mrs. Robin were sitting on a tree. Mrs. Robin scolded, “Why did we come up here so soon? The snow is still on the ground. We may have some eggs. Yes, that is so, then the eggs will batch and the baby birds will get cold, said Mr. Robin. “Oh, well, there is no use arguing. We might as well get started building a nest. Maybe warmer days will come. I shall keep my nestlings warm under my wings. No harm shall come to them, said Mrs. Robin. And so Mr. and Mrs. Robin went to work and built their nest. Martha Struthers, III. LIFE IN ARABIA I think that the Arabians must have a lot of fun, keeping all the animals they do. They keep sheep, goats, camels and last but not least, horses. They like their horses so much that they let them come into their tents, to keep out of the hot sun. Some of the people arc farmers. They have farms by the oases and on the edge of the deserts. The rulers of the Bedouin tribes arc the Sheiks. They arc a proutl and independent race. They are good fighters, but they love their families. Betsv Stone, VI. HALLOWEEN NIGHT Hallowe'en night is a very bad sight, Hallowe'en night is so bad to see. Because you are frightened of me you now. Oh. Oh! Oh. Oh! I will scare you! I will scare you! But I am just fooling, am a pumpkin. Janet Fulton, II. THE WAVES In comes the rolling tide, As the white caps ta e a ride. They come slashing against the roc s. And scare away the cod s. They tip over fishermen’s boats, And wash in the driftwood that floats. At dead of night they are still. How different when the sun comes over the hill. Lucia Tearse, V. Foitx Left: Olivia Coan a chcval. Right: The Third Grade visits the Fire Station. Lower right: The First Grade caught napping. Isft: The Third Grade takes a walk to Loring Park. Right: First Grade before recess. Left: The Third Grade teeters. Right: The First Grade visits the Summit Hook Week. Ixft: The Scouts, a new, successful organization. Right: We feed the swans at I,oring Park—the Second Grade. Ixft: The Second Grades of Northrop and Summit look over Boulder Bridge Farm. Right: The Fourth Grade gets together. 1936 TATLER SEASONS The winter snows are failing fast. Oh. hear the North Wind loudly blast. But. oh. the spring is here at last. And with it a lot of lovely things. The summer suns are setting low. The s ies are all aglow. The fall is here and now The leaves are falling ifuit and slow. The winds have started to blow and blow, That is the way the seasons go, go, go. Ann Wurtile, IV. TWIN PINES Two twin pines grow by a la c. The lal e where I belong. And as they rustle in the wind They sing a sleepy song. They grow beside the lovely la (e And the wild deer run by. And beneath it the moss is so green. Above it the blue, blue sl(y. Dorothy Dunn, V. MY TRIP THROUGH THE PANAMA CANAL My family and I took a trip to California through the Panama Canal on the S. S. Virginia. Along the Canal it was very beautiful. Tall trees and grass, of a pretty green, were along the sides, and tiny huts. The land is low on the Atlantic side and high on the Pacific side. Moats cannot run up hill, so they have locks to lift the boat. The locks arc big doors which open and let the ship into a kind of box. This fills with water until the ship is raised to the next lock. There the same thing is done again, until the ship can enter the third lock. We went through three locks, and when we left the third we were in the Pacific. Little trains pull the ship through the locks. Soldiers arc along the side to sec that no one leaves the ship. It was so beautiful a trip I shall remember it as long as I live. Amy Belle Johnson, III. FAIRIES DANCING The fairies, flitting through the air. Waving their little wings so pretty, Dancing all about—up, around and everywhere, Stop to sit on a clover leaf Or tafc a sip of honey. Janet Miller, V. The Kindergarten and Nursery School hear a story: Suzanne Ginnings, Ul-rika Lemke; in window: Skippy Carpenter, Sally Pierce; Yvonne Si mon (on table); center: Sally Warner. Dorothy Witt. Joan Wurtele; front: Barbara Smith, Sally Ankeny, Marilyn Lewis. The First Grade poses in front ot their art exhibit: Esther Crosby. Stanley Brooks. Joan Dalrymplc, Helen Tearse. Cynthia Knoblauch, Thirza Jones. Yvonne Simon, Barbara Smith, and Hudson Owen on the Northrop rink, entertaining a visitor, Chickic Owen. The Second Grade: Charlotte Lyman; Susan Cobb, holding the lamb; Mary Eleanor Denny, reading a book; Janet J:ulton and Mary Jean Nelson, working on a picture. 1936 TATLER FIRST GRADE ACTIVITIES The first grade has made a variety of excursions this year: to Boulder Bridge Farm, to the Book Exhibit at Summit School, to the University Zoological Building, to the Glemvood Park Wild Flower Garden. At the University farm we saw lambs, calves and colts, and watched little chicks come out of their shells in the incubators. SECOND GRADE GROUP STORIES We went to Boulder Bridge Farm. We watched them milk the cows. They weighed the milk. There were fifteen calves. In one barn we saw bulls with rings in their noses. We rode on the hay wagon. They loaded the hay into the barn. There were three big silos. The silos arc loaded at the top. We had a nice time at the farm. We went to Loring Park. We fed the squirrels. They were tame. We saw the ducks and swans. They arc water birds. They have webbed feet. There were many pigeons. They were very pretty. THIRD GRADE ACTIVITIES In December the Third ('trade gave an original Pilgrim Play. In March they gave a Dutch Play in their class room to their mothers anil friends. Dutch refreshments were served. The Third Grade visited Northeast Neighborhood House just before Hallowe’en. They had made a scrap book for each of the thirty children in the Nursery, and a Hallowe’en decorated basket of candy to be served each child at table, for their Hallowe'en party next day. FOURTH GRADE ACTIVITIES Every Thursday the Fourth Graders have looked forward to their Brownie meeting. The pack was organized last October and is composed of Elves and Pixies. Excursions to the public library, a ilour mill, a bakery, a cereal mill, and a creamery, proved most interesting. The visit to the bakery was followed by “home baking, and the rolls which were served at the Brownie luncheon were voted a real achievement by the bakers. OUR TREE STUDY This spring the sixth grade has started a project on trees. This subject interests us, because it helps us to understand our nature study, which is required to pass our Second Class Scout tests. We must choose the tree —a maple, an elm, a box elder, or any tree that has flowers and fruit in the spring. The oak doesn’t get its acorns until school is out. First, we must get our information on the tree, which includes bark, the shape of tree, fruit, flowers, leaves, buds, where the tree grows best, the use, and many other things. Now we watch the tree closely, day by day. We may see the buds grow larger. Soon we may see the flower, which will probably be a small fuzzy thing. We mount our bark, flowers, fruit, and leaves on white paper, and write a story to go with them. Annf. Leslie, VI. Forty-Four 1936 TATLER DEBT TO ARTIFICE sort of brown earth Sweet with dead Leaves, softened by Snows of countless Winters .... No sun ever touched This fir-fanned grotto Of walls papered In patterns of green Lace .... crept there once. Cautiously, with a beach-Roc ( for a brownie Seat and shells for Dishes .... Dessert of pine cone And natures trifles; A fairy meal For a pioneer Heart. II Wilderness-born, your Kin. mighty backbone of Rugged Northern skyline. Yield to the wheels of Civilization .... But Cedar, you're just Decoration; a landscaper s Erection for a sum; you’re Not sprung from Earth’s Breast! Guarded by insignificance For a child's haunt. Martha Pattridce, XII. (Awarded first prize in the Taller Poetry Contest, for poems from the tenth, eleventh, and twelfth grades.) Forty-Sit BUTTERFLY As upon the green grass lay, Gazing at the s!{ y, saw a faerie aeroplane, Languidly floating by. Its icings were clearest amber Tinted with silver and mauve, Its body shimmered jet. .Is through the light it drove. It landed gently on a flower, And swaying in the breeze, It sipped up sweetest honey sap, Then vanished 'mongst the trees. Amy Camp, VIII. (First Prize, Junior High School) THAWING The glance which winter sun may throw Wilts the starched organdy of the snow. The symmetric tread on the bus’s tire Prints patterns in the snowy mire. The wind ran damp fingers through my hair And snatched the waves that had been there. Drunken snow flakes reeled around And melted when they touched the ground. Betsey Deems, XII. (Honorable Mention, High School) 1936 TATLER 1936 TATLER I MILK A COW A soft wind sent the smell of the barn up to us as we swung down the hard path. I stopped inside the door. The whitewash on the ceiling accentuated it lowness. At the other end of the barn, far away, two windows in the thick wall framed riotous chunks of the sunset. Next to the windows was an open door, and outside it the ground was muddy and stank of manure. And far down in the corner was a low door leading to the damp darkness of the silo. The thirteen cows stood placidly in their stanchions, occasionally flicking of! a fly with an awkward kick. They were on one side, their heads to the wall, their bony rears along the aisle. Facing the other was the bull. His isolation made him formidable. The big cat minced up and down the dirty aisle as a princess might, on velvet. Several ragged hens wandered aimlessly about, their heads jerking mechanically Kick and forth in rhythm with their steps. Beside me stood the big milk cans, shining in the sunset. All this was there as we entered; all this to the endless tune of eating, munching hay. With a grin (icorgc tossed me a milking pail anti a stool. “Take number four; she's a gentle one. He and Ned and Dickie lost themselves among the cows almost immediately. I patted gentle four on the only part I could reach; and mumbling “(x mc, boss” in a timid attempt to seem professional, I began to battle my way in between numbers four and three. Once settled on my stool, I could feel cow three shove none too gently against me with her flank. I gazed up at my cow. Away down at one end I could discern her head and twitching cars. Between us lay a vast and endless expanse of black and white, speckled with flies. More to assure myself than her, I rested my forehead against her warm side. Her muddy hoofs were too close for peace of mind. Already the pretty sounds of milk playing music on the bottoms of the others’ tin-pails could Ik- heard all around me. I peered helplessly down the low tunnel of cows’ bellies to where the boys were working. Finally I began to work. Slowly milk collected in my pail. Ned stood up. He was the hired man. Dark and flushed now, he was unusually handsome. Boldly he slung his full pail up. then kicked his cow toward the door. She lumbered out into the evening. “How’rc you cornin’? He took the cow beside me. (icorgc said, “Look. He aimed a long stream of milk at the bull, which viciously kicked at the empty air. I was duly entertained. Suddenly a thread of milk shot into my pail, seemingly from space. I was ama?.cd; it was a good joke. And then the three of them were through with their second cows. My fingers were aching, but my pail was almost full and the long white streams made gurgling noises as they disappeared into the froth. The boys had finished the rest of the cows and were standing around, joking, teasing. Finally, according to their unanimous decision my cow was empty. Proudly I unfastened her stanchion anti let her out. Her eyes, expressionless, peered blandly at me for a moment. Then she ambled on. The boys shouted at her, threw a stool after her; then the barn was empty but for the solitary bull with the ring through his big, wet nose. The sky was yet brilliant when we came out, but night was in the air. The noisy chicken house was silent. I could barely see the apple orchard. The four of us, happy, content with our various accomplishments, trudged up the hill toward supper, the smell of the barn lingering with us, loath to leave. „ . ,, Saha Lee Fletcher, All. Forty-tuht TIME TO REFILL I walk into the dentist's office from a green waiting room. The tall, angular dentist chair occupies most of the space, with some left over for a glass cupboard carefully hoarding rows of metal points on narrow trays. On top of the ease, five white plaster smiles sit snugly in a row. I climb into the chair; two hard leather clamps grip my neck, a white cloth buries me up to my chin, and the room slowly rises up around me as the scat sinks. The dentist’s fingers taste of tooth powder as they run around my gums, pulling my face out of shape. I hear a sound like a tin shovel clearing the sidewalk on a snowy morning. A silver point is scraping and picking at my molars. Now an ominous silhouette swings down in front of the window before me. Wires begin to hum, and the dentist lets loose a humble bee inside my mouth. My whole head vibrates; the hones of my skull echo in protest. Tooth dust flics and settles in uncomfortable places. I sympathize with the earth when someone drills an artesian well in it. The white smiles on the cabinet leer down at me. My muscles jump to tautness as the drill meets a nerve. Did that second jaw from the right open in a laugh and bang shut again? At last a warm rush of pink liquid soothes my gums. A few more subterranean operations, another sprinkle of sweet liquid, a blast of air, and I am finished. I leave the office, thoughtfully crunching grit and feeling the unfamiliar s|x t on my tooth with the tip of a curious tongue. My skin seems to fit my face like a silk stocking that has been worn too long. Katherine Dais, XII. THE HOUR GLASS The sand falls steadily, like water running from a gutter pipe. Down, down, a sharp contrast to the snow beyond, that falls and dips and rises with currents of air. It docs not seem possible that anything can go on and on so ceaselessly. Amy Camp, VIII. LIMERICK There was once a fine teddy-bear bear. In a fight he once lost alt his hair hair. Hut why should I worry? For all is not furry, He said, and why should he care, care? Joanne Witmer, VII. 1936 TATLER Foiiy-Xme 1936 TATLER AMERICA FIRST You see a car that fairly teems with strapped-up suitcases and hulking taxes tied around with ropes. A baby carriage flops over the exhaust-pipe; a canoe is perched on top, and fishing poles protrude from windows in every direction. No less than one youngster to the square foot is in the back scat!—then you know that you arc looking at a typically American spectacle. Rut we must not forget the overgrown mongrel dog that usually doz.es in his well ventilated cage on the running hoard, thankful that he is away from the spilt olive juice, away from the gum stuck in the carpet, and away from the never-ceasing noise within. A vacation to us Americans, or at least to us Northerners, means packing the whole family in the car and going farther north. This (Kicking is only the beginning of a series of adventures. For you can lie certain that as soon as they have covered no more than twenty miles, the children will want to stop for lunch; and even mother will say that her legs arc a bit cramped, after having been strained in every muscle to avoid falling off the suitcase into the cake. The moving institution of pleasure-seekers stops on the edge of the highway. Hath member in turn stretches his legs and changes his twisted position for a scat that requires a different sort of twist. And on they go, until they reach the weather-beaten cabin that some Y. M. C. A. instructor told them about. Father knows, from his long hours of practice in the basement, the quickest way to set up a tent. So within an hour and a half, the tent is erected, the boys arc canoeing on the lake. Dad has gone ofT to fish, and Mother has inspected the cupboards, discovering a bat’s nest in the process. After dark the boys and Dad return with a string of undersized sunfish. Dad then takes his sons, a jack-knife, a flashlight and the fish to the backwoods. Dad hasn’t cleaned a fish for a number of years, and the action of the knife is not confined merely to taking the skin off the fish. Rut they presently end their labors. That night, soon after the lamps arc blown out. a fearful odor pervades the cabin. One of the youngsters, it seems, is fighting mosquitoes with a lavish application of antimosquito oil. His procedure, of course, keeps the rest of the family awake for some time. Rut Sonny shuffles luck to his springlcss cot, and soon the rest of the family grow drowsy with citronclla fumes. Thus ends the first day of an American vacation. Fifty Jane Creamer, XII. ON STAYING AWAKE Oh, for a nice, long sleep now. Let’s see, if I get to sleep in fifteen minutes, that will be at 9:30, and from 9:30 to 7:30 gives me ten hours. “Wish I’d eaten some supper. I'm awfully hungry, and if it weren't so cold in here I'd slip down and get something. Supposing I did, and they thought I was a burglar and shot me! Oh well, I didn't want anything anyway. “Heavens! I forgot to learn my valences and we have a test tomorrow. I’ll do it in fifth period. I forgot to make a hair appointment and now I know Elsie will be busy Friday afternoon, ami my hair will look terrible for the dance. I'll call tomorrow. I knew I shouldn’t have drunk those three Coca-Colas this afternoon. They say one Coke is equal to three cups of coffee and one cup is supposed to keep you awake at night. That means I drank nine cups of coffee; so I guess I won’t sleep for nine nights. I might as well not even go to bed as to do this. Why don’t I sleep? Maybe if I didn’t think so hard—I know. I’ll make my mind a blank. That’s funny; it won’t seem to stay a blank. I guess everyone else in the house is asleep by now, the lucky people. Wonder what time it is? Darn it. I can't see. It must Ik about two now. Anyway it’s too late for me to be lying awake. That was somewhat of a pun, but it was pretty l ad. “Maybe I’d better lie on my right side because my hair will Ik all out on the left side, and the right side curls better. Ouch, there’s my side again. I think I ought to go to the doctor but Mother says it’s all my imagination. If this is imagination I ought to Ik able to write better themes. “I do believe I’m getting sleepy and so I’d better take—advantage—of—it. Paisley Ann Woodricii, XI. MY CABIN In northern Maine there is a little village that I like very much. It has not adopted the modern ways of living. In it, if you go down the narrow main street and off on a little by-road, there is a cabin that is my very own. It is winter now, and the snow falls lightly all around as if a cloud were descending and swallowing the whole forest, cabin and all. Through the cahin window you can sec the very tips of the brush that surrounds the trunks of the huge trees outside. In the back arc stables which cover my cherished horses. Among them arc King and Queen. They are tall, stately, black horses with long manes and tails. Unfortunately this is the cabin of my dreams, not a real one. Martha Larkin, VIII. 1936 TATLER Fifty-One 1936 TATLER IT LOOKED EASY It I live to be a hundred years old, I shall never forget that often things that look easy arc very difficult. I remember the day when I was four years old and learned this astounding fact. Mr. Gardclla, the man who taught all of us to swim, was giving our lessons that summer in the Bell's pool. The year before, he had taught at our raft and then I could just keep up and maybe do a stroke or two and that was all. I was quite sure that I knew all about it and could swim as well as my brothers, and dive too. In some manner, that day I became separated from my group and wandered up to the other end, the deep end. where the older children were learning to dive. Even at the age of four, 1 wasn't very small anti could easily pass for an older child. The boys and girls were taking their turn diving; suddenly I heard Mr. Ciardella say in his usual emphatic way, Get going; it is your turn. Up on the second landing.'' For a minute I hesitated and wondered if I really ought to try it. But I had seen all the others dive beautifully, come up all right, and he told by their adoring mothers and aunts bow wonderful they were, and so I began to climb the ladder. I well remember my misgivings as I climbed that ladder, and even to this day I get a little sick when I look at it. I was finally at the top; Mr. Ciardella criticized the way I had placed my feet and went into a rage at the | osition of my hands. Finally all that was straightened out. and he yelled. “Go! I went. But I did not come up. My mother said it was no time at all until Mr. Ciardella was in the pool, pulling me up. He put me on the side wall, saying as calmly as you please. I told you to dive in. and I did not realize that I would have to tell you to come back up! It all looked so easy! Carolyn Hollers , IX. ARC LIGHTS Arc lights, reflected in the lak,e Uf(C glimmering moons. Shimmering and glowing As the breezes play over the surface. . hid linked together by the ripples Lil(e a string of giant pearls. Peooy Ki tiierford, XI. Pilty-Tu-o SWAMP We followed the faint trail of an old road deep into the swamp. Years before, it had been a firm dirt road over which horses had hauled huge cedar logs, but with the disappearance of the timber came the desertion of the lumber jacks, ITc intense quiet of the spot seemed even more marked when one thought of the sounds with which the swamp must have echoed so long ago: the tuneful scrape of the saws, the crash of a falling tree, the sharp, lusty yells of men, the nervous stamp of the big horses. Now the road was a soft green path, hollowed in places where the supporting logs had given up their burden and sunk in the spongy softness. One walked lightly in the swamp, for nowhere did there seem to be any firm, reliable ground. Every step was tense and cautious. The spongy green carpet enfolded each foot and then loosed it with a soft, sucking noise. Seeking a spot where we could stand still and on two feet for a moment, we stepped up onto an old cedar stump, but it, too. seemed without foundation and softly crumbled into wet pulp under our weight. Only the tamarack and willow trees were firm. One felt that their roots must reach down through the peaty bog into solid ground. The swamp’s carpet was a dense pattern of hundreds of little green plants, creepers, and ferns; but somehow the water anti woody ooze seemed to penetrate this tangled mat, anti soon our tennis shoes were stained with a brown sediment. Occasionally we fountl clumps of moccasin (lowers and Indian pi| cs, those two hunted plants which have taken refuge in the deepest swamps. We came to a tiny clearing dotted with stumps and logs. Here at last the sun could penetrate the thick tangle of tall growth. Its rays seemed to be focused on one stump, on which lay the body of some small animal. The effect of this scene was never to be forgotten. There had been no traces of any animal life aside from the faint buzzing of mosquitoes and the lazy drifting of an occasional butterfly. The swamp had seemed to us apart from life, and yet, here was a sign of the ever-present struggle for life. We had seen only half the swamp. Mary I-ou Benson, XII. LES LUNETTES COLOREES A la vie cst ce if tie e lit fait; C’est eomme je la regarde. Je trouve la beaute s'il me plait. On met tdees la rendent ftiyarde. le tie ci on if ne ce if tie je desire; En mot sont ties chagrin et gaiete. Si je suis le ftige de mon plat sir. Comment puis-je trotirer la rerite? Katiikrine Dain. XII. 1936 TATLER ht� n� te 1936 TATLER THE WILDERNESS STONE In the stone heart of mellow Boston Iron grating pushes bad{ the eager concrete From a space of brown pine-needle-coated earth. Thin curved grave stones tilt at crazy angles Between the straight blad{ pines. Letters rtched faintly on their blac rusted surfaces. . . Adams . . . Bradford . . . A street car passes. They shiver. A green valley in the swollen mountains where Hendric Hudson rolls his thunder. . . In an open pasture is a small island of foliage Bounded by a crumbling stone wall. Hidden under the shadowy green lie heavy headstones, Fallen. broken, ripped apart by persistent roots. On each is carved the same name. On a western plain that stretches From the sunken fertility of a river valley To the timbered base of the jagged Rockies Lies a sandy oblong space, lost somewhere in fragrant sagebrush. Stocky cow ponies lope by in the sun. Their leathery riders ({now the cowboy's story. Thunder clouds rising from the snow-crowned range Weep on his grave as they roll back into the Fast. Katherine Da in, XII. TEMPUS FUGIT The silver clockj| with its round blacky face Ticked many square minutes away At a far too fast and furious pace, Till last night turned into today. Margaret Hopwood, XII. APRIL The tiny scilla pushed its head Up through the new blades green; And though we felt its presence there, No flower could be seen. Katherine Warner, XII. Fift'i Four THE LITTLE ANGEL She is a little angel made of wood. She has a sweet face framed with straight golden hair on which is a crown, perhaps of gold. Her big, soft brown eyes are looking steadily frontwards as if gazing through the night. Her skin is clear; her cheeks arc flushed. Her upturned nose gives her face an innocent look. She has a slender, graceful l� ody. In her hand she carries a golden torch to light her way. Her gown is snowy white, perhaps of velvet, and is sprinkled with gold stars. The sleeves hang nearly to the bottom of the gown. Faint brown lines trace the pleats in it. and a short train floats out softly behind. Her feet arc small, dainty, and bare. They suggest flcctness and dancing. The little pink soles arc treading upon a billowy, bluish-white cloud. Altogether she is very charming. Carol Atwood, VII. SNOW The snow fell soft as sleep upon the little town. All was still and content under the warm glow of Christmas cheer, and breathed a mystery, soothing and gentle, like a child murmuring happiness in his sleep. It was nine o'clock and the village clock chimed forth its muted hour with deliberate slowness. As a door was swung open and shut on padded hinges, a brief splash of holiday warmth reddened the new snow, and a drowsy murmur floated out into the air like thistledown and was lost to the sound of disappearing footsteps. The snowflakes hovered over the dim old-fashioned street lamps like blind, bewildered moths, and the velvety depth of sky spread on soothing silence to heal the blows of sound. Katherine Warner, XII. THE CLOCK It moves on, unpitying thing. It (nows I must finish this paper. So it hurries, anxious to bring disaster! Instead of a regular, tick,, toe (’’ It jumps with a crae ( h (c a whip! U (c a chair that will roc y and roc ( faster! Amy Camp, VIII. 1936 TATLER Fifty-Fire 1936 TATLER THE RUFFLED COWBOY You know, we out here in Wyomin git quite a kick out of them city folks when they come out to the ranch. I reckon we’d look just as funny in a city, but we have sense enough to stay at home. Now I’ll never forget the time (). P. Higgins, president or manager—somethin' like that—of the Blanket C«. of New York, came out here to this ranch. Boy. we sure gave him a time. Now. him being a delicate lookin' fella with large horn rimmed glasses and celluloid collars, we figured from th’ first that we’d kid him a bit. Higgins was about forty years. I guess, and couldn’ of been more ’n five hands. I Ic was what them city folks would call practical. We was all siltin’ on th’ fence of the corral when up drives this little guy in a large car. His chauffeur gits out and takes his bags up to the lodge and Higgins walks over to me and says, I say, young man. would you be so kind as to tell me if this is the T. Ranch?” Yep,'' I says kind of blunt like. “Thank you my good man,” says he and walks up to the lodge. Now as I look back, it was mighty unfortunate that “Higgy (that’s what we begun callin' him) arrived the day before the big rodeo, because we decided to play a dirty trick on ’im. All in fun, course. You un’erstand that. Wall, I liggins comes out to the barn that night after supper and, boots and saddle, if he didn' have a stiff collar and black bow tic on—a dinner suit, 1 mean. All us fellas could hardly keep from laughin'. We saw right then that he know'd nothin' about ranch life. He peeped over the stalls and jumped back. He was plumb scared of horses. He told us he’d never been on one. That set us thinkin'. We made our plans that night ’cause the rodeo was beginnin' at nine ’clock the next mornin . Wall, first I goes up to the lodge about eight that next mornin' and asks ’im if he'd like to go to town to see the rodeo. I tells im all us fellas is goin' to ride. He says he’d be “ch-charmed.” and so then I tells 'im we have a cowboy suit for im to wear, 'cause all people, I tell ’im, wear cowboy clothes to the rodeo. He is pleased, and Joe brings in the suit and boots and gives them to ’im. Now, 'bout a quarter of nine we all leave in the truck for town. The horses were already in there ’cause we had taken ’em in last night. On the way in Higgy asks some darn fool questions like “Aren’t you 'fraid of horses” and Aren’t their faces big? When we at last git to the grounds where the rodeo was goin' to take place, we see that all the people arc there and the rodeo has already begun. We take Higgy and introduce ’im to some other ranchers and then put 'im in the grandstand. I Ic still has on them large glasses, and he looks funny in them cowboy clothes. The chaps covered alnnit all of ’im and the hat came down to his eyes. He was right proud of imsclf. though. FitnSir Wall, the show went on for about an hour. Joe had about four spills, but I’d done pretty good. Now we sent someone to git Higgy and tell 'im to come down the rail where the riders was. We were goin’ to carry out our plan, see? There was one horse named Rutiles who just couldn' be ridden. He wasn’t dangerous, you un’erstand, just stubborn. Wall, first we tell Higgy we’re goin' to give ’im a surprise, so we blindfolded ’im. At first he’s sorta doubtful but Joe eases his mind. Wall, then—with a guilty conscience—we put im on top o’ Ruffles, who’s tied. Then we open the gate into the corral and take otT Higgy’s blindfold. Joe cuts the rope that holds Ruffles and the horse jumps out into the ring with Higgy on his back. Ruffles' back end starts goin’ up and down and Higgy holds on to th’ saddle. Then Ruffles' head goes down and up, and Higgy is siltin’ directly between the horse’s cars. We howl with tears rollin' down our checks but then we begin to feel sorta ashamed ’cause I liggy looks scared. We didn’t think lie could last that long. You may not believe this, but Ruffles sorta went up and ’round and th’ next minute there was Higgy sittin' with his face toward the horse’s tail—lie was a plucky little guy. We began to like im a lot and liegan hopin’ he could stay on. Everyone in the stands was on their feet yellin’. Now Ruffles was our horse, but no one ever rid ’im. They thought he was nothin’ extra, so no one broke ini. Wall, now someone happened to open the gate at one end of the corral and Ruffles started goin’ toward it. 1 le ha� l stopped buckin’ but he was headin’ plenty fast for the gate. I liggy was drajied around his neck by this time, and Ixitli horse and rider flew through the gate. Nothin’ was left but a cloud of dust. We felt pretty bad then, and hunted all 'round town for a sign of ’im. Not findin’ im, we all went sadly back to the ranch. We was all quiet on the way back. When we got back to the lodge it was nine o’clock and dark as pitch. Wall, we went into the lodge for sumpin’ to eat and who was there rcadin' by the fire in evenin' clothes but Higgy. We walked over to im kinda slow like and asks ’im what happened. Wall, he’d gotten to the ranch about five o’clock. You see Rutiles had taken him clean home but in a round-about way. I le said he had gotten to see the country anyhow. We said we were sorry for playin’ such a trick on ’im. but lie said, “Tut, tut, gentlemen, let bygones be bygones. I le left the next week and we all was sorry to sec ‘im go. He wasn’t mad in th’ least, though. ’Bout three days later we got a telegram from im askin’ if we’d sell and ship Rutiles to him in New York, and by Cieorge we did. Sally Holladay, XI. 1936 TATLER FiltvSrrfM 1936 TATLER THE PRETENDER Winter is dead; Everyone (nou s it. He lies coldly quiet in a shroud of sooty snow. Hut his spirit hasn't gone; It lingers sadly, sadly And hauntingly vicious. On the corner stands a big policeman Hunched up. and living in his shoulders. A piercing arrow shot by the ghost of winter Strides him in the bac!(. He winces. But the ghost is too ura ( To budge the hoofs of this policeman With the lug hands, and the crimson nose That smells spring in the air. Fido, the big block. mongrel. Didn’t come home last night. h was an agonizing night, full of wind and cold; Hut Fido didn’t come home. And he won’t tonight. I le’s roaming the city; he smells spring. Winter is dead. Fido and the policeman and , Everyone (nows it. Why does he go on pretending? Sara Lee Fi.etciier, XII. A FOREIGN WORLD Long, first rays of the sun stream across the white world, casting shadows of frozen glory under the trees and up the winding road. Crystal-laden houghs overhang the path, sparkling icily as the sun rises higher. Tiny footprints of field mice left in the snow from midnight frolics weave delicate patterns in and out around the hushes. The whole earth seems to he covered with fro .cn cotton, splinters of glass, and black etchings. A cold grey sky, flushed in the cast with rosy pink, is reflected in thousands of tiny chandeliers and stars of white. Near the road is a little | ool of ice, cold and still and strange, like everything else. A bird swoops over head silently, hut seeming cheerfully to hid the world wake and lie merry. Then the foreign mask of fairyland is cast aside and the earth goes on about its thousands of little affairs, and a coral sun turns yellow and rises higher in the sky. Hamby Rand, IX. Fifly-Ein'tl HAPPINESS AND SNOW A group of children, laughing and screaming happily, rolled about in the hard crust which was quickly being covered with fresh snow. As the Huffy, giant flakes fell, the children began a free-for-all tussle. Their whoops of joy echoed from the peaceful woods and rolling country just beyond. Everyone was enjoying the new snow. A man and his wife stood in the door of their house and chuckled at the children. Even the little green house itself seemed to smile, and bluish smoke piled more heavily out of th: chimney, as if the house were letting out a laugh. Time passed swiftly and the sun Ixrgan to set. The children were called in. Reluctantly they went. The snow continued its downward journey, and soon the sun said good night to the snow-clad world. Carol Atwood, VIII. THE CHOCOLATE MAN This man looks like a chocolate man. The color of his feet, legs, face, and hands is like that of chocolate ice cream; his hair looks like chocolate shot; the pedestal on which he is standing seems to be a piece of round chocolate cake. His face is hard, cruel, and sinister. His hands arc clenched as if he were angry at his employer. On his back is a box full of grass anil twigs. On top of the box arc jugs which look like green apples. The man is dressed in blue trousers with a red and white jacket and a huge yellow hat. He smells of wax and he feels as if his clothes were wet. Because his clothes arc thin and torn. I imagine that he comes from a southern country, maybe Brazil. M ky Moosb, VII. THE ROVER I'd like to get out and roam today, To be a wandering rover; To walk through the hills and pastures And fields of purple clover. I’d lie by the clear rippling waters Of a small, enchanted brook; I’d rest in the sturdy brown arms of an oak. Or bathe in a sunlit nook- And after the sun had gone down. And the day had turned into night, I’d gaze up into the heavens And follow the strewn rays of light. I'd walk, to the farthest star And sit on its very edge, Gaze down at the earth below, U c a narrow, glistening wedge. And when my trip was over, Td slide down the Milky Way; I kno‘1’ 1 never could,— But, oh, how I'd love to stay! Jean Thomson, IX. 1936 TATLER Fifty-Nine 1936 TATLER STOP AND GO Are we being victimized by the high-pressure salesmanship of the day: Without a doubt we are! Each day it is growing more difficult for one to resist the powers of the salesman. In a short time, unless a new cereal with prodigious strength-giving qualities is brought forth, we shall be forced to allow these salespeople to dictate our desires and expenditures. We must gather our forces to resist this increasing menace to our peace and stability of mind. We must not be bullied into buying worthless things which we do not want! The most dangerous class of salesmen arc the shoe clerks. They absolutely will not take “no” for an answer, and even the best argumentative powers arc of no avail. To them (and they tell you so), any pair of shoes, even if it looks like Garbo’s or a scrubwoman's, is so-o-o-o beautiful and really gorgeous on your feet. What can one reply to such exasperating remarks as, Just the other day a woman bought a pair of those (gold and white sandals) to go with a green and silver dress”? And there is the man who tells you that a sandal is very uncomfortable if your toes extend over the end—as if he had ever worn a pair' There is a double danger if the salesman looks like a movie star or has a voice like I-cslic I loward’s: before you realize it, he has almost sold you a shoe which will use up the remainder of this month's allowance. You arc now on the well-known “spot and if you can extricate yourself without losing your pride, you know that you could easily succeed as a diplomat or as an international spy. Probably the easiest method is to disappear slyly while the clerk is finding another pair of shoes. However, if you wish to attempt the other plan, you say that you will come back later after you have looked around a bit. To this he will reply rather lx astfully (but do not be deceived by this, for he has a purpose in mind) that they have sold so many of that type of shoe that he doubts if there will Ik any left when you return. If you arc ever forced to return and purchase the shoes, the humiliation is practically unbearable. Shoe salesmen arc no doubt the most exasperating of all clerks, but the sad-eyed woman ranks a close second. In this class also belongs the large-eyed woman who sells men lingerie. She follows you with her weepy eyes until you begin to have a rather sympathetic feeling. The time is right and she asks you if she may help you. You are alxmt to say, “No thank you; 1 am just looking about. when you realize that this would cut her to the heart; so. you ask her the price of the perfectly worthless little trinket there in the case. From this point on you arc helpless: you have committed yourself. It is only a few moments before you have purchased something which you know you will never be able to dispose of, and whose presence will be an everlasting reminder of your weakness. One of the petty annoyances of shopping is the conversational clerk. Unfortunately I |H)ssess an address which always furnishes an admirable opening for a conversation. It is cither, “I’ve never heard of such a place; where is it? or “I know where that is. I had an aunt who committed suicide near there or “My cousin just bought a house-over there. You know that one on the corner. etc. If it were not for an occasional “good soul whom you have known for some time anil who really seems to enjoy taking care of you, you would never he able to withstand the rigors of present day shopping. It must be a fight for self-preservation! la:t us all unite in this struggle for our lives! Mary Neils, XII. Si tit BREATH OF STEEL Morning— The city is awake. Its iron blood Hows strong in its steel veins. It is alive, it is powerful, it is fierce anti virile. Taxis honk blatant horns at other cars on the street. Like linked sausages the oil cars slide along the track. Men throw shovelfuls of dirt up and up. Men pick and chop at the cement—chop, chop. In a brokerage office the ticker tape flows. Weaving its endless spider web About the lives of the men around the machine. High on top of a building A man shoots himself. There is a small report. The man falls—crumples. The city doesn’t hear. Deep in a basement a woman lies. The room is bare, dark. cold. The woman is thin, but she isn’t hungry: Pain has crowded out hunger And she is glad to die. I Icr children weep and call her. The city doesn't hear. Ragged men are picketing a factory. Back and forth. They carry brilliant signs. They brush against the passers-by. The city doesn’t see. Darkness falls. Lights blink on. Stores close. Tired shopgirls go home to shoddy flats. Tired business men go home to noisy families. Night comes. The city becomes a burlesque queen Brilliant, gaudy—a little sinister, Promising—never quite fulfilling. Evil under paint and color. Dawn points a cold finger— A fat white milk-wagon horse Clops down an empty street. Streamers of smoke rise. They climb towards the sky But they don’t reach it. They disappear And the sky is untouched. Patricia Pettit, XII. 1936 TATLER SutyOne 1936 TATLER AT HOME The brown splotched dog, lazily chasing a pink and blue bird on the rug ... the aerial wire loojjed over the curtain rod to take up slack . . . white reminders flapping from the mirror edge of the dresser ... a floor lamp with brown burnt spots on its shade and a knitting bag hung over its stem . . . gray-white mattress handles showing beneath the footboard . . . the sack-like fit of the green chair cover which comes off for functions . . . behind the door, a typewriter on the floor ... a yellowish pencil sharpener clamped on a dainty mahogany desk ... all these arc my room. There arc flower wallpapered walls, ruffled curtains and furniture. That is a guest's impression. 1 know differently. Martha Pattridce, XII. THE ETERNAL ROAD The filthy feet slowed down now. The red headed boy had got far enough away from school so that no one would find him. The freckles peered out from under the grimy wrap covering his face. The soft dust oozed through his toes and then trickled down to the ground again. As the boy passed a farm, he smelled the hay. It was real when it was like this. In the poems he had had to read, new-mown hay didn't mean anything. Out here, feeling free, so much freer than if it were Saturday, he knew what the poets meant. He felt like getting down and turning somersaults on the ground. I Ic really wanted to, only it was so much trouble to take the fish pole off his shoulders and fall down. He wondered why his father didn't skip once in a while and come out with him. I Ic knew he would when he was president of the bank in Middleton. An American boy with an American trout at the end of his line began to dream an American dream: manhood, presidency and fishing. Chloe Dokrr, XII. THE MARCH WINDS Branches shiver and cower in fright, Hats fly tui'ay and soar out of sight. Bright-colored l(ites fly high and low. And oh, how wickedly the March winds blow! School children’s papers escape from reach. While grumpy squirrels chatter and preach. The lonesome traveler’s pace is slow. And oh. how wickedly the March winds blow! Sally Holladay, XI. Sitly-Ttm� Left: The fur-bearing animal at left is V. 1 laglin. Those masquerading are A. Gallcnkamp and G. Tully, respectively. Center: We’re heading for the last round-up. Right: Miss Fawcett. Left: Mary 1 iardenbergh and Marcic Phelps gambol on the green. Left: Mile. Wallon, surrealistc portrait. Center: Woodrich caught on the draw. Right: Can Men Conquer Machines? Burton, Gallcnkamp and I laglin obviously think so. Left: We’d like to know how Kuthic Deems docs it. Center: She stopped for this, then sadly walked away. Right: A Group Picture to end all Group Pictures. l eft: Miss Morison. Upper right: First grade studying with Mrs. Bintlill. Right: The plant died, but Betsey lives on. 1936 TATLER PET PREJUDICES Probably everyone could say that be or she had prejudices of one kind or another. I am no exception. As to food, I have two special annoyances, namely, fat, oozy, black prunes and crunchy popcorn. Prunes arc too slimy and have too sweet a taste. A piece of their shriveled skin never fails to stick like glue on some remote part of my throat, not to mention the difficulties I have trying to extricate their pits. The sound of crunching popcorn is very irritating during a movie. The offender, who seems to have an endless supply, always chews the hardest and rustles his bags the most at the crucial moment. This nuisance should be put amidst empty seats like an island in a broad expanse of ocean. There he could crunch to his heart's content, but perhaps he is a publicity seeker and enjoys the spotlight under which his neighbors thrust him. In school, of course, there exist one or two irritations. The chalk, which when applied to the blackboard lets out a sharp, scratchy, car-splitting screech, never fails to leave me writhing in my scat for several minutes afterwards. And equally aggravating arc those jjcoplc in sports who jab their elbows into your face, give you a few scratches with their invariably pointed finger-nails, trample anil crush your feet, but upon seeing your expression of pain say with a smile of innocence, “Am I hurting you?” At home my father disturbs me. After sharpening his knife (any size or shape will do) and eyeing it thoughtfully, he rubs the tip of his thumb over the gleaming blade. While he does this I am stricken with fear in expectation of seeing the blood gush forth. There is a reason. I once tried to acquire the technique on a sharp pair of scissors, but I pressed too hard. I know of no other simple action which will unnerve me more quickly or completely. There arc the trials of the day, but what about the night? There's that sheet or blanket, or both, which refuse to stay tucked in. You arc sleeping soundly when suddenly your brain becomes aware that at the far end of the bed something is amiss. You slowly awaken to the realization that your bare feet arc exposed to the chilly night air and arc not exactly suffering from the heat. You try, first of all. to kick the covers back over your feet, but with no success. You'll have to get up! You do this, turn on the light, tuck in the obstreperous covers amidst grumblings, turn off the light and stagger back into bed with the hope that the rest of your sleep (if you can resume it) will l c peaceful and uninterrupted. This talc of prejudices is part of a long list including inaccurate clocks, squeaky floors, dreams, and doorbells, and is just a sample of those I have encountered in recent weeks. Josephine Harper, X. THE BEACH ! walked along the beach in the coolness of the gray dawn. My bare feet sank in the fine brown sand moistened by the heavy dew. All about me there was the quietness of early morning. The only living things on the wide expanse of beach were the sand pipers, which were forever running about, leaving behind them their lace-like footprints. The loneliness of the beach was lessened as I watched these queer little birds scurry busily about. As the day wore on and the small children came, it seemed as if the loneliness had gone and had never belonged to the beach. The children, putting down their colored pails and shovels, began to build castles, to make cakes and pics, and to bury their companions under the sand. The laughter and gaiety rilled me with warm happiness, and letting the sand trickle over my ringers, I began to trace and form Egyptian palaces and medieval fortresses. The time crept on, anil before I had completed the bizarre city about me, the sand had become so hot that I leapt to my feet and ran to the edge of the beach, where the waves washed unendingly against the shoreline. I lerc I sat with my feet in the water on top of the wavy ripples of sand. As I sat here, a soft drowsiness crept over me. and amidst all the noise—the lashing of the froth-capped waves, the calls of the birds, the shouts of people in swimming—I fell asleep. And when I awoke, the color made by the setting sun was becoming fainter, and darkness was crawling up, bringing with it the rising of the large crimson moon and one small independent star that stood Iwldly beside it. I felt as though I were in a different world, but I was recalled to my globe when I saw a group of people standing by a bonfire at the other end of the beach. I proceeded towards them. While we sat there, the motorboats with their green and red lights went whizzing by, a strange contrast with the motionlessness of everything else. Far later in the night, when the rirc had died down, the people ! cgan to leave the beach. The moon, by now turned silver with age, had just dropped down to the other side of the world. The night with its black ringers drew the beach into silence. Mary Francks Neilson, XII. DESTINATION Les pieds nus d'un peter in las Lentement dans la potissiere Sc trainent fun apres 'autre Le long d'une rue brumicre. Coin ant droit sans aucune courbe Vers une eternite lointaine. . I in si nous tons essayons fort D atteindre tin object divin. Mary Nkils, XII. 1936 TATLER Siity-fir 1936 TATLER PRAIRIE SILHOUETTE Electric waves curl hazily in the atmosphere and absorb all energy and moving activity. An arid wind sweeps over the vast plains, clinging to the faded denim shirt the man at the plow wears. Heads of moisture glisten on his tanned brow and flatten the sparse white hair to his head. His face is devoid of all emotion; his sunken eyes gaze ahead at the blurred landscape; his skin is plaidcd with wrinkles. Gnarled hands grasp the wheel of the plow tenaciously and blue veins protrude on his wrist and forearm. The man is old; the soil has had its price, the price of youth, enthusiasm, and lightheartedness. It has devoured every day, wrested every hope from his soul. 1-ong ago the farm had been a dream come true and there had been great ideas for the future. A young boy had swaggered over newly possessed land, laughing at life, its problems; ready to meet drudgery and uncertainty with gay abandon; filled with love of the earth, its abundance and generosity. He had rejoiced in rich harvests, but he had braved elements, drought, insects, and fire. He had put his heart, his life into the soil and reaped grain. . . The plow rolls down the field—a broken man is breaking the earth. Corisne Thrall, XI. LKS DEUX VENTS r me tiens debout. Face a face au cent. II fouette won visage. II fait des immenses vagues Oui sc brisent stir la plage. II siffle dans mon coeur. Hat monieux. honnete. hardi. [at me !e vent com me t ela. Mats quand je I'entends dehors llmlant an tour des coins l)e ma petite maison, fe le hats, on. au moins fe le crams. . In loin [entend scs mm mures, Decevants, cruets, fe n'aime pas le vent com me cela. S ra Lee Fletcher, XII. NIGHT RAIN Trees, dripping silver and tingling. Flowers, bent low with perfume. 'Tis a garden drenched with rain. Hush now, here is the moon. Amy Camp, VIII. ■ • HILLY THE KID There he stood, brown, black, and faded blue. His cap was jammed down over one eye and ear, and his sturdy legs, spotted and stained with mud and grass, sank into the slush of a spring day. His lower lip was out defiantly, and one fist was clenched. His one visible check was a brilliant pink through its coating of mud. 1 lis corduroy pants were twisted around his socklcss legs, and the left one was torn. A once blue shirt could Ixt seen through the thin parts of his black home-knitted sweater, and his eyes seemed to reflect the faded blue and black. Suddenly, as a car drove by, he darted to a pile of slowly diminishing snow and grablxrd a handful of mud, water and ice. This he added to the formerly large portion which had partially melted in his smudgy little fist. Then, quick as a shot, the car was pelted by at least a dozen snowballs. His companions had joined in the fun. Something brushed by me, and I saw the policeman, who had once been a block away, run past me and grab the boy by the wrist. “What’s ycr name, young'un?” he growled. “Hilly! flashed back the answer. “Hilly what?” the policeman was getting impatient. “Hilly the Kiel” Hilly answered, his chest out, eyes sparkling. “Well, smartie, yousc had better cum along wit me! And then, with head down and feet dragging, Hilly trundled away with the big “Hluc Coat hanging onto his collar, and towering above him. Hamby Rand, IX. PUPPY . little pup bewildered and lost 1 Vas whimpering in the crowd. He was cold and wet. scared and stiff Hut his cry was clear and loud. Sniffing and nosing each passer-by His tearful eyes were imploring Oh please find my master—and who are you? Will you be to me as adoring?” Ann Carpenter, IX. PORTRAIT OF HERSELF .1 moralist is she Who scans in every line To see if there might be Some meaning, great, divine. She scurries over poems. Hec s in every verse. Interprets it to omens Or, perchance, a curse. Graof. Tilly. XI. 1936 TATLER Sixty Seren 1936 TATLER DESK TOPS Ever since ihc beginning, school desks have been badly misused and they will perhaps continue to be. There is a mystery and charm about an old desk. I wonder if anyone has ever sat in a school desk for a year and never made some mark upon it? Where jxroplc sit with a pen or pencil in hand, one almost always finds strange hieroglyphics such as stars, flowers, bodiless heads, stepladdcr designs, checker-boards, birds, and hearts with arrows through them. Perhaps the favorite figure on desks is the combined initials which usually symbolize romance or puppy love. In the time of the little red school house, it was not unusual to find little holes along the edge of a desk: these were dug out with penknives. The holes were used to hold spit balls, flics, or gum. Today a poor innocent ink spot is often the cause for some weird design. And after a design once finds a home on the top of a desk, it becomes ingrained from the constant tracing of an idle pen or pencil. My desk, in a perfectly respectable girls' school, follows the usual pattern of desks. Like many, mine has a huge crack right through the middle, which, when my pencil gets that far and stops, makes me think of the poor broken record.—and—and—and— and—that is the reason why I am so slow. Some of these cuts date themselves; for instance, an uncrasablc quotation at the top of my desk, If I had a talking picture of you. At sometime or other a real artist sat in my place and left as her contribution a sketch of a most stunning girl. One of the most puzzling as well as one of the oldest designs on my desk is “MK. I have often wondered whether it stood for the initials of a boy or a girl or was a secret symbol. And so the story of the top of my desk goes on and on as I read it. and probably when this year ends there will be one more design to add to its ever-growing history. Margaret Schubert, X. CITY FOG Impenetrable gray cringes against the remote slate walls; it gropes a way into the tiers of shady recesses that yawn inscrutably in the gloom; it clings to the cold steel girders, bare in their incompleteness, and diffuses the nervous rays of neon signs. Owl eyes stare passively from perches high against the masked hulk of brick monsters. Crowds stream from bright arches, silver framed; the gray surges down and envelopes them with a cloud-like shroud. The wispy depth muffles the din of traffic, blunts the barker’s callings. A newsboy shouts brazenly the last spectacular homicide and the tinsely words suffocate in the thick air. Fog seeps down over spires and tunnels; washes over the slate walls; chokes the pulse of the city; attempting to bury man's efforts. Corinne Thrall, XI. Sixty-Eight I ft: The breath of spring. Right: Mary Leslie, Kaddy Dain, Leslie Flannery, as the Three Kings in the Christmas play. l cft: We'd ruthcr forbear this. Center: Junior Jamboree. Right: Nancy Ross. Ixft: Weezie Piper, Jeanic Dain, Cynthia “Calorics Dalrymplc in a little research about today's lunch. Center: Mary Alice McCiough and Virginia Vandever arrive a little foggy. Right: Dolly Flannery “framed. Left: Joan Witmer arrives at 11 bright and early. Center: Fawns in the snow. Right: The Dobsons anil Emmy Lou Luckcr. Left: Nancy Mills and Barbara 1 lill leaving school on a fine Friday. (Cf. picture at extreme right.) Center: The Eternal Group Picture, or. The Modern Laocoon. Right: Mary I laglin, coming to school on a blue Monday. 1936 TATLER A PLUMBER’S “VIRTU(E)-OSO” The large lake home of Mr. and Mrs. Thockmorton Dwight was ablaze with lights. The great gates stood hospitably open, showing sloping lawns anti beautiful flowers. A car swept up to the door, and two women dressed for evening stopped out. “What’s the reason for this marvelous ball?” one of them inquired casually. “Reason? Don’t you know?’’ the other cried. “Why, there’s a famous violinist here from (iermany or some such place! Mr. T. I), met him in New York. The party’s to be given in his honor.’’ “Not really? I suppose they told me, but I’d forgotten. Who is this genius?” “Mans Von Wicx. Of course, you’ve heard of him?” Of course! They had a long column in the paper about him. He’s on a concert tour. 1 believe. Inside the Dwight house a hostess was very much | crturbcd. “Oh Rudy! Mrs. T. D. wailed, clasping her ring-bedecked hands. The most terrible thing has happened! losephinc just told me that something’s the matter with the electric pump! I don’t know what we’ll do, for soon all the lights will go out!” I'll get a man right over to fix it, my dear, Mr. T. D. promised hurriedly. “Only a few of the guests have come, and so even if the lights do go out, it can’t hurt anyone. “All right. Rudy, but hurry!” she pleaded. All the guests had arrived. All. that is, but the guest of honor. Hans Von Wicx. Mrs. T. I), was in a terrible state of agitation. “Why doesn't he come?” she asked her husband. “He should have l� cen here an hour ago.” “He’ll be here, my dear. Don’t you worry; he probably was detained. Just then the clattering peal of a doorbell was heard throughout the house; then a voice saying in broken accents: “Iss thiss da Dwight’s houss? I hodd to come to thiss door, because—’’ “Mr. Von Wicx!” Mrs. T. D. gushed, clasping her hands. “We were so worried aliout you!’ “Veil, I coodn’t get here enny sooner.” the little man said. Mrs. T. D. was in her element. “I-adics and gentlemen.” she cried, “this is the guest of honor, the celebrated violinist. Herr Von Wicx! The little man looked embarrassed. “Vere do I vork?” he asked. “Oh, Mr. Von Wicx!” Mrs. T. D. cried, “you arc going to play for us!” The little man blushed. But lady, I can’t—” “Oh, yes, you can! Come, I shall accompany you, and she dragged him toward the piano. Meanwhile at the back door a different scene was being enacted. A knock was heard at the door, and the cook opened it to sec a tall dark man in evening dress standing there. Oh, so you’re the man to fix the lights, she said, looking at him scornfully. Imagine! (domin’ here in evenin' clothes like that! You act as though you was goin’ to the party! “The party! The ball given in my honor! Ix-t me pass, madam. Sfrrnly You bet your sweet life I’ll let you pass. Like fun I will. The mistress has just got the feller what plays the violin. Come on now, into the basement with you, and tend to the gas heater.” Me! The basement! You’re mad! I! I am the great Von Wicx, the greatest violinist of the day! Yeah, and the night too. The lights'll go out in a minute if you don’t fix ’em, and then you’ll lose ycr job. (io on, there’s the basement door. Herr Von Wicx descended rather unceremoniously into the dirty cellar, then heard the key turned in the lock behind him. It did not once occur to him that he might be mistaken for the electric man, as was the ease. His first impression was that he had been kidnapped by arch criminals, and his only thought was of escape. Meanwhile, in the front part of the house, Mrs. T. D. had managed to pull the unsuspecting electric man toward the piano. Now, Mr. Von Wicx! she cried. “What shall it be? Something of Mozart’s, or of Bizet’s?” Wees, I’d radder have ‘Eeny, Mccny, Mincy, Mo’!” Mrs. T. I), appeared surprised, almost alarmed. That! she cried. With variations, of course. Very well. James! Bring the gentleman’s violin. He had none, ma’am, James replied. “Very well, get Mr. T. D.’s then. You didn’t know you were to be called upon to play, did you?” “Oh, no, ma’am, the man answered with conviction. Mrs. T. D. handed the violin to the man. “Now, she said, ‘Eeny, Mccny, Mincy. Mo.’ or whatever it is. Vy, ma’am, the little man said, I nedder played von ufl dese dings in my life.” In the meantime, the real Von Wicx had been trying to escape. The cellar was an immense, old-fashioned one. There were no windows; at least he could see none, and the dark, damp air seemed to push at him from all sides. He fumbled all over the great, hlack room, but he could feel no light switch or light. He did find a door, however, and discovered that it led into another room. This room was as damp and cold as the first, and here again there was no light. In trying to find one, he stumbled over a great heap of bales and boxes. With risk of life and limb he climbed to the top of these, and after several vain attempts, managed to stand upon the topmost one. He felt in the air about him. There! There it was! Wooden shutters tightly closed. A window! After bruising his fingers, tearing his clothes, and bumping his head he managed to get it open. It took only a minute to clamber out upon the grass. Then he stopped and looked in the window. The poor little electric man stood there, holding a violin as if it were a hot potato. People were standing about him in horrified silence. In a flash Von Wicx knew what had happened. He cannot play the violin! he shouted, throwing the window open. 7 am Von Wicx! For a moment there was silence, then a hubbub of voices, then abrupt silence again. For the lights had gone out! Ann Lockrae. IX. 1936 TATLER SfirntyO tie 1936 TATLER MONOPOLIZED Everyone's playing Monopoly! Why do you insist upon being stubborn Its fun after you learn. I don't want to learn. I've seen people play for hours on end without finishing one game. I don't see why I should let myself— ‘‘Just let me tell you how, he wheedled, interrupting; “then when you go to a party where everyone is playing, you won’t have to sit on the sidelines and be bored. It's your duty to your future hostess to learn! After half an hour of this we were both just where we'd started. I realized that the only way to stop this maniac from raving was to give him his head. All right. I’ll let you tell me how. I won't play, but you can show me. He jumped at the chance. Pulling out an innocent-looking box, he began to take from it the most formidable equipment that I have ever laid eyes on. There was an array of multicolored money, hotels, houses, cards of dilfcrcnt shapes and sizes, and dice. Being afraid all this would frighten me, he counted out lots of money—1.500 dollars —anti pushed it toward me. I might have known it was too good to last, but I was dazzled by this sudden show of generosity. Seeing that after this bribe—as I still think it was—my resistance was melting, he started to read the rules:— Monopoly is primarily a game of barter. Much of its fun is in trading anti in striking shrewd bargains. That's all I remember. I dozed off a little, and when I aw’okc, it was only to find my friend still reading with a puzzled expression, studying some rules which he hail never come across before. In order to mortgage property upon which there are one or more buildings, a player must first sell the buildings back to the bank, which will pay him one-half of what he paid for them. As far as I can see. I put in, “the whole thing is like Parchesi if you don’t think too much about it.” 1 le turned on me, “Now you’ve asked for it. we’ll have to play, so that I can show you how as we go along. I hate to admit it, but I gave in and played. I soon began to realize that Monopoly is one of those things that once you’re in. you can’t get out of. And now’, 1 have l een monopolized. B«m K.s«.. XI. MEDITATION Petit bambin Gambadant route la join nee. Insouciant, N’acez-cous pas de soms? Ne pensez-cous pas aux choses impor-tantes? Oui, cotie chien et I'etang sont cos occupations Car ils cous semblent consequents. Im niort ne cous in ter esse pas .Vi I’acenir, ni Dieu, Ellen Huff, XII. Non. Vous cous occupez des choses materielles Com me I’oiseau bleu et la sauterelle. I ’ous jouez par jour hit dormez par nun Sans des inquietudes quelconques. Mais peut etre que cous arncerez a I'age Ou cous penserez a la mort et a Dieul I ous ne serez pas si insouciant la— . dechirer cotre ante . I la recherche de la cerite. Vr froii • «■� . AMATEUR NIGHT I was going to Ik in the amateur contest! Yes, I really was. I hail to keep informing myself of the fact for days ahead, because until 1 walked through the large door into the dimly lighted back hall of the Minneapolis Auditorium on that frosty September night, I never really believed it. Hut the atmosphere of the Auditorium brought me to my senses; as I gave my name to the clerk at the inner entrance I suddenly came out of the darkness to Ik aware of the fact that in a few minutes I was going to have to get up on that enormous stage, without another soul except the accompanist, and try to sing. I’m In The Mood For Lore. Horrors! Oh well, there didn't seem to Ik much to do alniut it now. I sat myself down in the first row, and pulled out a dirty, dilapidated lemon from within the depths of my pocketbook. I bit olT one end and took a large suck. I leavens! I'd forgotten how extremely sour they were. I was more cautious on the next venture. My attention was drawn toward the stage where act numlKr two was going on. Say, wasn't that my piece? Well, of all the nerve. Just wait till I get up there; I'll show her,” I thought to myself. Hut I hail to admit she was pretty good. I glanced down at my own number. A large black “seven leered up at me. I decided I’d better go over my words. I didn't know them very well. The next fifteen minutes were taken up with lemon-sucking and attempted word learning. A voice saying that I was on deck or some such thing made me glance up. As I didn't sec any deck. I decided I might as well keep my seat. I iowever, I later discovered that this meant I was to sing next; but not knowing this at the time I wasn't at all prepared when I heard a voice boom out, Number seven, number seven' I rolled my lemon under the chair in front of me. and shaking from head to foot climlKd the short flight of steps to the stage. Don’t ask me what happened next. 1 have a vague recollection of trying to whistle during the half of the piece I forgot, and I was informed later that I swayed back and forth. However. I have since decided that the first time is always the hardest, and I have extremely high hopes for the future. I'll Ik seeing you on Major Bowes ! Cynthia Dalrymwlr, IX. MANSIONS OF GREEN PASTURES Presuming grass pushes its way between the jagged cracks of the hand-hewn stones, edges up over the staggering doorstep to creep under the warped doorsill. and peers out with insolent greenness. A stray ant. one from the thousand legions, darts back and forth, bearing the symbol of eventual destruction. Unseen, the tiny red army gnaws away substance, anti the shell sags drunkcnly in self contempt. A bulging, toppling chimney winks obscenely over the tin-patched shakes in a gesture of pitiful defiance. A newspaper-fringed window frames an iron footlx ard and a bit of filthy patch quilt; and a remnant of more modest days, a shutter, swings indifferently from the lower hinges. Three galvanized tubs, mouths turned in, hang crazily against the sooty walls. The patterned liottoms shatter the light into a hundred sparkles. The air is laden with electric oppressiveness; a faint murmur rises from the marshes, mingles with the atmosphere. A skinny, ebony hag shuiiles to the porch and squats there on yellow heels, to spit far and accurately over the stoop. The murmur rises to a foreboding roar and far to the east, a bolt of lightning breaks through the heavily hanked clouds. Corinne Thrall, XI. 1936 TATLER Sere� Tkrrr 1936 TATLER LUNCH TIME Fastening one's bib was always somewhat of a problem. My oldest brother, who was skilled in the art. could actually do it in three minutes, but the rest of us labored painstakingly over our bib strings and wished we were old enough to use napkins. Lunch usually began with soup. The object was to see who could guzzle it the loudest. In fact, the worse one’s table manners were, the more one was admired. Our meals were frequently the scene of great rivalries and competitions. Although the cook was supposed to be neutral, she occasionally helped one dish with more blueberries or larger strawberries than the others. The lucky owner of such a dish was therefore proclaimed the champion. But he was constantly in danger of losing his title. For instance, his rhinoceros might lose more legs than somebody clsc's lion when the two animal crackers were made to charge against each other. 1 low often I remember being told not to play with my food but to cat it. Other people never seemed to realize how much fun it was to pretend that a poached egg was the rosy face of a little boy and that one's fork was a pen knife with which he accidentally cut himself. The thrilling part of it was to try to save this unfortunate chap from bleeding to death by patching up the cut with bread crusts. A dish of custard made an ideal pond with a thin layer of ice on top. I used to delight in making a crack in that ice and having all the chocolate shot “people” fall in and be drowned. In those days a meal was like a game—and just as much fun to play as Parchcsi or Checkers. Whitney Bi rton, XI. THE CRICKET Who are you that you call to me Out of the darJ( and the dew? Who are you that you call to me. Call me always to you? shall not come, for I're worl( to do; I shall not come to where you are. I shall not come, for I’ve worl to do. I'm trying to catch a falling star. Margaret Farr, XII. Srrtmly Four HATRACK GOSSIP I'm so sorry I'm late, the last old lady remarked as she entered the assembly room o! the Helpful Women’s Club, leaving the hall empty except for a row of hats. I’m disgusted, stormed the President's Hat, a most gorgeous structure of feathers and ribbons with a slightly bedraggled bird on one side. “I don’t get a bit of rest lately, I— ‘l la, I get zee rest too much. So. so seldom I am worn. Met ces a great pleasure to come here and meet friends, yes. A small black French hat said that anil giving a snort of disapproval settled back on her peg. Last night it was a dinner and after that an opera and now this. Why, what with trying to keep my bird awake and myself on her head I thought I’d have to fall right oflf into the street. My only reward was her saying how ratty the bird was looking. That’s gratitude' President's Hat finished with a snap. But, mademoiselle, I thought cct was great to be a hat of the world. exclaimed French Hat in an awed voice. Humph! My | oor bird is so tired. Aren’t you. sweet?” Z-z-z-z-z-z, softly from the bird. See, he’s asleep, poor thing. I think you’re lucky to be in a closet and sleep. Maylie you think so. but cct ces not nice to lie in a hatliox all day, no! screeched French Hat. No! Suddenly from the assembly room were heard noises of people leaving. Cloodby,” said President’s Hat. ‘‘Glad we met. So am I, lor you have made me not so discontented as I used to be. whispered French Hat. I am happier too. and I am sure my bird is.” Z-z-z-z-z-z,” gently from the bird as the group of chattering ladies streamed into the hall. Kitty Rand. VII. JUNGLE Huge gieen arms reaching up Sinewed with twisted fine Shelter the heat that rises Up from the sweltering brine. .7 red flamingo screeches .Is it circles through the trees A monkey chatters above it Peering through his (rices. Then suddenly without a sound Hr own things peer up from the ground Slippery and shiny two by two They follow each other through the goo. 1936 Bare brown bodies shining in the sun Scrpent-iif(c and brazen against the leaves. Splashing through the swamp water warm and green. Men of a religion no one believes. Then at last the medicine doctor Stamping and screaming from the vines, Waving his magic, calling the dead Romping U (e a dog that always whinej. When all is still once more And the leaves have ceased to quiver The sun glares down from above. Above the trees and river. Bamky Rand, IX. TATLER Srrear Ftrr 1936 TATLER Mcniifiol «� n K ODK TO PICTURES ON MY DESK LID Pictures pasted in my desk. Of movie queens and k,nKs Remind me of an awful search To find these sacred things. I look in all the magazines Tor pictures of a hern; My desk top then becomes adorned Like costly halls of Nero. So when I raise my desk top. I see them smiling there.— Mac Murray, Robert Taylor, Eddy and Fred Astaire. There is smiling Fred MacMurray .hid handsome Robert Taylor, .And here is debonair .Istaire Costumed as a sailor. One whole verse to him give Who makes my pulse unsteady. He's the idol of the Li. S. A„ And his name is Nelson Eddy. v, c� ma Haclis. XI. Smuti-Si Left: Henson goes Zulu. Center: Atwood, at dawn. Right: We're tired: you turn Margie right side up. Right: Miss Merrill looks as if she’d just sighted Jacksonville. Ix-ft: Try your birdies, Muggsie. Emmy Lou. anil Peggy, on the gals below. Right: Part of our happy family. (Close your mouth, Peggy dear.) Extreme right: Amateur photographer: I want a group picture, please.” (Ed. Note—You got one.) Ix-ft: HelTclIingcr. Dobson, Piper, Dobson. deVries. Right: Sorry, we re going straight. Left: Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Right: Going my way. Miss Cotton? By golly, she is! Left: Age of Innocence—Kitty Rand. Center: Don't lead John Dobson and Ham Luther astray there, Ellen. Right: Benson, Benson everywhere, and not a place for us. 1936 TATLER TO THE COLLECTOR OF CLASS DUES Class dues, treasury blues. Are signs of spring in the air. Oh dear's” and what shall we do's,” Wringing of hands and tearing of hair. blackboards scribbled with bring your dues All blac riddles with Not any clues. The treasurer stands In front of the class, Now I hare something new to asl(; I would li!{c to !{now if any of you flare two dollars and fifty Down your shoe. The unanswered question. The unfound due,— Such is the fortune of fifty and two! Bamby Rand, IX. BONERS Dolly (writing theme): Do you call college student “men” or “boys”: Bet: Ii you’re talking about them you say “boys”, and to them “men”. Whitney (translating): Do you have your own horse, or do you live with your relatives? Music Exam: A minuet is in trijxr time. Miss Mercer: What kind of poetry did Shakespeare write? Marilyn: Prose. Miss (tarsi: In what state do we find molecules of chlorine in water? P. F.: They’re held in suspense. From a short story: “I’ve found her at last!” Rod yelled half aloud. Student: A brigand is a man with two wives. Rizcr: This is almost hard cider, tloll.uluy: How arc we going to chew it? Johnson: Shall 1 scube the root of the hoptusc—oh bother— 7xlie (belligerently): The end of the war of 1812 came in 1763. The member of the faculty caricatured—by June Scybold—on page 76: Miss Spurr. Mile. Gasillet. Miss Pcaie, Mis Dalton. Miss Moriton, Mis Gar� t. ODE ON LUNCH or THE MILK’S IN THE SOUP TODAY A breathless hush, a wicked leer. As F.dith conies our way. A stumbling rush, a noisy cheer. The Seniors got the tray! Katherine Dain, XII. Sfttni -rigki Miss Ciarst: Carbon is an excellent reducing agent. Alex: Where can you buy it? Mile. Walton: Well, lie had his nerves! Rizer (bragging about good preparation for English exam.): Boy do I know 'What Every Woman Knows !” Wycr: McKinley? Oh yes, he was the president that was shot. johnson: What was he shot for? From a test paper: Though the clouds change form, they never vanish. At night they peep out from behind the moon and the stars. TO A WORN i Rolled up sleeves and bulging pockets. Silver lings and heart-shaped lockets, Sack-li (e shapes with shiny pleats. Doctor Lockes upon our feet. Oh Uniforms .... Why is it you rip so well. Every time we hear the belt. Are just about to go somewhere, Why must you always have to fear? Will I pass . . . ?' T UNIFORM Home-made belts and jangling kcys Stockings rolled below the knees, Permanents and colored bows Arranged around the head in rows. Oh Uniforms .... Why can’t yon always look y°ur best While you flaunt your X. C. S.? You show up lunches, chocolates, paint; You can’t be washed is my complaint. Ties tied up into a ball. And more often not at all. Mismate cuff-links, turned-up collars Don’t affect our brighter scholars. Oh Uniforms .... Gradually I see the end; I'll no longer need to mend Your tattered skirt for all to see. For I shall an alumna be! Jane Seybold, XII. funioi: A hostelry is sort of like a feud. Xeils: There’s the Old Soldiers’ Home. Fletcher: Where’s the new one? Teacher: What battle culminated the revolt Pupil: Custer’s Last Stand. of the barbarians against the Romans? 1936 TATLER terenn-Stee TATLER BOARD Editor Jane Scybold Art Editor . Issistant Editor Mary Lou Henson Business Manager .. 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M. --------------------------------------------------------------1 ★ PIPER, JAFFRAY, AND HOPWOOD ★ ♦-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------« iighty-Sti'tn For Partin, or Banquet —HASTY TASTY—Kenwood 80 )0 Reading . .. writing and ’rithmetic ... may be over for Northrop’s class of 1936, but there is a lot that happens in this old world of ours every day. When you can talk about what’s going on” . . . when you are well informed about the events of the world, the nation and the Northwest you arc regarded by your friends as a keen, interesting person.” May we make a suggestion? Thanks! . . . by reading a good daily newspaper you glean from the world the never-ending story of what’s what. Just a few minutes a day . .. and it’s really a pleasant few minutes. Naturally, we believe that our newspaper will keep you up-to-date, interesting and young! The Minneapolis STAR . Eighty-High t BOULDER BRIDGE FARM GRAND CHAMPIONS Home of GOLDEN GUERNSEY MILK Ten years of constant operation have netted us: 1. 138 championships anil 487 blue riblxms in the show ring. 2. 155 head of (Juernseys averaging 432 lbs. of butterfat per year. 3. 55 head of Belgians. 4. A growing demand for our milk and cream—with a bacteria count consistently below certified requirements—which greatly exceeds our supply. 5. Satisfied customers who return again and again for products we have to offer. UN.IMYTON President BOULDER BRIDGE FARM CO. Excelsior, Minnesota I.. V. WILSON Superintendent McKESSON’S ALBOLENE SOLID CALOX TOOTH POWDER A liquefying, bland, nonirritating preparation specially adapted for use in the removal of make-up and dirt from the skin. The perfect dentifrice. A scientifically prepared tooth powder for cleansing anil beautifying the teeth. For sale at your regular drug store. 0 ★ - Murdoch, Compliments My Son! of IN 1 ERNA IIONAL ® MILLING COMPANY Irene Strange Beauty Studio ★ — WAYZATA Sintiy S. JACOBS COMPANY GIFTS FOR EVERY OCCASION IN GOLD, SILVER, CHINA, CRYSTAL AND ART OBJECTS 811 Nicollet Avenue This Shop Is Dedicated to the Needs of Beauty Every type of Beauty Service is given individualized attention by experts in the Art of Beauty CARL A. GUSTAFSON BEAUTY SALON 63 South IOth Street Between Xn ollet ami l i Salle Main 8883 DICKEY and MILBERT GAS AND OIL Wav jtj Minncu t.i $-----------------• yours NASH’S TOASTED COFFEE SinttyOtt Afterwardt—Follow the Cunt,I to HASTY TASTY lor Good Eatt Compliments of the Minneapolis-Honey well Company NhtttyT u o Lincoln National Life Insurance Company W. W. Scott, General Agent State ot Minnesota 1920 RAND TOWER Minneapolis, Minnesota •--------------------------------f Compliments of Starke Patteson ♦-------------------------------- FROCKS for JUNIORS AND MISSES Si « 12 to 20 MARIAN 1). STRICKER Meyers Arcade 920 Nkollet — Compliments of THE WAYZATA THEATER -------------$ Compliments of a FRIEND WELLS-DICKEY COMPANY SintlvThrtt Wirt Wilson Co. GENERAL INSURANCE Builders Exchange PHONE MAIN 1441 'Jiruiy-Fout HELEN McELROY Northrop Uniforms—well fitted and of superior workmanship also Garments of every description for children, girls and women Pricet reatonaNe Colfax 8202 I 59 Wot 34th Street SCHMIDLER’S FOOD MARKET 9 Eact 26th Street Recent 7080 FREE DELIVERY PROMPT SERVICE — PATRICIA GOULD CHOCOLATES A Quality Candy at Fifty Cents and One IXdlar the Pound J. FRANK GOULD SON Dependable Ihn gittt Bryant at 50th Colfax 3144 MARY JONES New fashions that register complete Chic for important wardrobes. All arc triumphs for the well dressed young woman A splendid Collection Prices Benin at SI2.95 Compliments of a FRIEND Compliments of the JUNIOR CLASS Sintiy-Fict YOU’RE MODERN WHEN YOU USE GAS FOR - COOKING HOME HEATING REFRIGERATION -J MILLERS YOUR ALL-MINNEAPC )LIS INSTITUTION Where Delicious Food, a charming setting anti gracious service combine to delight you. 2 South 7th Street P Compliments of a FRIEND p ------------------------------- � inrty-Si ----------------------“♦ IT PAYS TO CONSULT AN ARCHITECT f-------------------------- « THREE JOLLY BACHELORS )pcn tor Engagements DAVID C. BELL INVESTMENT CO. Ksi.iMikhcit 1880 MORTGAGE LOANS REAL ESTATE PRC PERTY MANAGEMENT INSURANCE p SOI Second Avenue South Minneapolis, Minnesota HENRY ELLF.BY P HOME AND STUDIO PORTRAITS p 3301 Dupont Ave. S. I.o. 5967 Member l;lnri� ts Telegraph Association ■ The Best on the Market PtTCBjCON fL0 jJEHf 127 So. 7th St. Atlantic 1387 niMNCAPOLiy._ 1204 NV. Broadway Cherry 2462 . Lorentz Master I lair Stylist P PERMANENTS Contour Rciuvenator 55.50 $3.50 Bridgeport 4134 Hinrty-Sevtn Afterwardt Hut Fudge Chocolate Peppermint Sundae —HAST) TASTY P Compliments of MILLER PUBLISHING COMPANY p Compliments of the Woodrich Construction Company Cfjapman (©rafjarn Inc. CATERERS Fancy Ice Cream, Fine Pastry, Candies ami Nuts Two Stores: 252H-I1KNNEPIN—2923 CO. 3734 Minneapolis Costume Company Minnesota Theatre ltld ;. 50H So. Ninth St. Theatrical and Taney Dress Costumes— Wigs—Supplies E. P. Hilbert, Mgr. Phone Atlantic 0082 HOOVER DRESS SHOP 2541 HENNEPIN Northrop Uniforms Free Knitting Instruction Sinrlyli hl . W. N. Cardoza Furniture Co. 5th Street at 1st Avenue North Minneapolis HOME OF STYLE CRAFT FURNITURE Compliments of JERRY and SWAN SERVICE STATION I‘ 01 Hennepin ALLEN BROTHERS DRUG COMPANY Nicollet and 17th Street Minneapolis - Minnesota g 9- FLOWERS P GRADUATION GIFTS p NEW POTTERY FROM EAST AND WEST COASTS p Mazey Florists, Inc. Lies Shaver DU BOIS Successors to Tibbcl Wive HARDWARE HEATING DRY CLEANERS PLUMBING Telephone Wayzata No. 4 2405 Nicollet Avenue Wayzata .Minnesota — Nintl i .Vine Wherr Ai Young l:oik.f meet for a Treat? HASTY TASTY of to arte p Compliments of a Friend p ♦ CLARKS SUPER SERVICE TEXACO PRODUCTS Ivt Avenue South ami 17th Street Minneapulu Tires - Complete Lubrication - Washing What Uftatcr Incentive to the (iraduatc than to j� o accurately through life with one of WINTER'S WATCHES Yellow Gold-Filled 17 Jewel $27.50 R. G. WINTER COMPANY 2204 Hennepin Avenue $------------------------------------------------------------ . A Compliments of the Griffen Pharmacy Company 2547 Hennepin 4------------------------------------------------------------i. Ortr Hundttd “A Pleased Customer is Our Rest Advertisement'’ I’hnnc Kcnwnml 7144 KF.NWOOD HENNEPIN TAILORS ANI) CLEANERS Herbert l.unow, Owner GARAGE Mr n't Suit and Oeercoatt Made to Orilrr Dry Cleaning, Dyeing. Helming and All nation! I-nr Work - lree:mg • nr Storage ■ Dre( nuking 2015 Hennepin Avc. Minneapolis. Minn. Kenwood 0201 •--------------------------- Compliments of THRALL WEST AND COMPANY ---------------------------- Shell Fuel Oil Meter Delivery Courteous Service Atlantic 42 17 I u|« nt 4636 SOPHISTICATED CLOTHES FOR THE COLLEGIATE JACKSON GRAVES i--------------------- BURCH PHARMACIES Quality Drug Store Service” 2200 - Hennepin - I‘M2 KKN. I K‘ S KF.N. 2802 Larson’s Market ONLY FIRST QUALITY MEATS 3346 Hennepin Avenue Colfax 2154-2155 -------------------------------- . luieiivt 0714 Ixntuu07I5 Hennepin Automotive Company SUPER SERVICE 2532-3 Hennepin Avenue ■J[l — - •� Oft Hundred On No Car is UP-TO-DATE Without . . . . OVERDRIVE TRANSMISSION FLOATING POWER and HYDRAULIC BRAKES Exclusive Features CHRYSLER AIRFLOW CARS CHRYSLER SIXES and EIGHTS PRICES AS LOW AS $760 See them . . . Drive them today Holt Motor Company Minneapolis St. Paul Thirteenth and Harmon Place At Foot of Tunnel Atlantic 0455 Cedar 0160 Onr HunJitJ Two OXFORDS of undiluted unsung comf or ! 1 o-TS Choose ihesa shoot by ihii symbol. Only al Napier's are these Itrilishors” available (3 I E 15 9 % MNK MINK N ICO I.I.KT — ANDERSON'S CHINA SHOP NEW SUMMER FASHIONS ARRIVING DAILY 12 Nicollet Avenue Atlantic H97 Importers of China, Glassware SPECTATOR SI ORTS AFTERNOON AND FORMAL ('LOT!IKS Silver, Linens, and Limps P Wc arc now showing a most complete line of )jift . for wc«l lin anil for summer IRalciab’s ‘ 17 NICOLLET AVE. S' J L a £9ai(l Cee UXortuar 1117 Nicollet Avenue . •Jhntiejpc'iii One UunJttJ Thm AUTOGRAPHS PHOTOGRAPHS BY ELLKBY PRINTING BY AUGSBURG PUBLISHING HOUSE ENGRAVINGS BY BUREAU OF ENGRAVING, INC. � I