Northrop Collegiate School - Tatler Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

Text from Pages 1 - 116 of the 1937 volume:

'frfr'ft ••• •• ••••• • • ••••• • • •••••••••• • • •••••••• •• ••• •• •••• • i£bi su n .t x v This Tatler is Dedicated to ELIZABETH V. SADLEY FACULTY Ethel Maude Spurr Elizabeth Sadley Flora E. Brewer Elizabeth S. Horne Charlotte Wallon Gladys Corthell Josephine B. Garst Irene Merrill Rose M. Gavillet Ethel E. Pease Eleanor M. Gearhart Virginia Burns Louise Leclerq Merrill Marguerite Williams Isabella A. Marzolf Anne Wilson Carol Brown Maude C. Thompson Edith M. Cotton Helen Dalton Myrtle Bintliff Marion E. Miller Jean Duncan Helen Shoemaker Gertrude Rosemond Constance Lane Donna E. Dickinson Mary J. Dineen Norma Bierbauer Edith F. Aves . Principal Mathematics Latin . English French Latin Science History French Junior Mathematics Speech and Dramatics Geography and Science French Fifth Grade . Fourth Grade Librarian Third Year Second Year M usic Physical Education First Year Kindergarten Art Physical Education . . . Piano Piano Assistant Assistant Secretary and Accountant Executive Secretary TRUSTEES Folwell W. Coan Arthur M. Hartwell Clarence E. Hill G. Barnard Clifford Mrs. Charles P. Deems Albert H. Crosby F. Peavey Heffelfinger Mrs. Lyndon M. King William H. Kennedy . President Vice-President Treasurer Frederick C. Lyman Mrs. Stuart Rider Mrs. Rufus R. Rand Robert C. Woodworth Mrs. Valentine Wurtele OFFICERS OF PARENTS AND TEACHERS ASSOCIATION Mrs. Charles P. Deems Mrs. Ralph B. Campbell Mrs. William S. Cooper Mrs. Norman Johnson Mrs. Rufus R. Rand. Jr. Mrs. Harry H. Grace President First Vice-President Second Vice-President T reasurer Recording Secretary Corresponding Secretary ★ Wah Hex)! Clippety clop, dippety clop and up to the entrance of Northrop School rode Marge. Astride her mount Night Life” with “Trigger,” her little Sealyham. tucked under her arm. Marge first galloped up to our front door in 1931 to enter the sixth grade. She is now President of the class and an excellent one. Although silly at times we seldom catch her in this mood when drawing sketches of houses: Marge's secret ambition is to become an interior decorator. She has many nicknames, among which are “Mike.” “Margo.” “Miggle.” and “Muffet.” but one could easily add “Popcorn —as Popeye with spinach, so Marge with popcorn. Her shyness hides behind a quiet reserve, but both are overbalanced by a sense of humor. Paradise to her is a place in Idaho called Sun Valley. There she would like to spend the rest of her life perfecting the “Christiana.” tutored by a handsome Austrian champion. A memorable picture of Marge may be as she was dressed at the style show, in a black afternoon dress. Marge has been our class president for three different years. She has monopolized the position of guard on our basketball team, and we don't see how we could get along without her. 6 ☆ ★ CAROLINE ADAMS Caroline is the only girl in our class who aspires to be a newspaper woman. In view of her work this year we not only wish her luck, but are sure that she will be a success. Carry has many hidden talents which are only unearthed after much persuasion. Among her accomplishments are playing the piano and xylophone. Although she came to us only this year, we feel that she and her dry humor have been a part of us for years. A familiar phrase in the senior room is I have to go down to Chicago this week-end.” We to whom the excursion to the Northwestern game was a high-light of the year, can hardly hope to sympathize with this indifferent attitude. Perhaps her work on the Tatler board will start her on her career in journalism. ☆ 7 PEGGY CARPENTER We feel that Peg has a claim to fame in that she was the first of our lucky thirteen to enter these ivied walls. Back in about 1924. she toddled into the Kindergarten to begin her studies (we hope) which have kept her busy here ever since. Along with Peg came a Cheshire cat grin, a unique sense of humor, and an undeniable talent for getting into trouble. Although after the sixth grade she could no longer say with a straight face that she didn't know she couldn't chew gum in school, there were many things left to do that she hadn't yet been told were against the rules. Since the distant days when we showed our noble spirit in Captain Ball. Peg has proved herself an able leader on the athletic battle-field, for she takes her sports with unwonted seriousness. We wish, to round things off. that we could call Peg our class Prima Donna.” but we fear she will have to forfeit that title until the day she sings one accurate scale. Meantime her bazooka solo work expresses the true musical side of her nature. ★ LESLIE FLANNERY Tritely we shall mention with envy her hair, and classify her among the best dressed women of America. Dolly is always an authority on the latest legal matters and has definite political versions and aversions. She follows the fairways and is an enthusiastic football fan. Sail boats and an island off the coast of Maine are her two weaknesses. Dolly is known in room 29 for her exotic spur-of-the-moment coiffures. We want to compliment her on her vocabulary whose full extent lies in the word “Why? One of the first of our class to wend her way to a dance, she has been a centre of attraction at every party since. Besides her love for music, schooners, and clothes, she has a passion for lobster. She can't bear broken finger nails and over work is apt to upset her. (We might add that she docs it. nevertheless, and with great success.) When Dolly is graduated from Northrop, where she has been taught since the sixth grade, she plans to enter Smith. ☆ 9 ★ ALEXANDRA GALLENKAMP Although Alex still longs for the East and New Jersey, which she left a few years ago to take up residence in Minneapolis, our class would not seem complete without her. Her blunt good humor is refreshing, and her humorous characterizations of well known actresses (not to mention our own “portrayable'’ girls), have made many a side-splitting recess period in the senior room. Alex is interested in voice, and began to take lessons to train her lyrical warbles last year. This year her great opportunity came when she was given a lead in our operetta. Ichabod Crane. We will long remember her vivid rendering of the role of Vrou Van Tassel. ★ VIRGINIA HAGLIN Virginia Haglin leads the class in both marks and accomplishments. Most noteworthy of her accomplishments is her dancing: this is the pride of Northrop. She has been featured in nearly every school program since she joined us in the seventh grade. Virginia has an amazing amount of vitality and can be counted on to supply the bulk of our class spirit. Perhaps most characteristic of Virginia is the little black purse containing lipcream and street car tokens which she pulls out of her uniform pocket at some vital point during every class. She has a keen sense of humor and a knack for telling a good story. We envy her invariable thriftiness and knowledge of the best place to find a bargain. She has acted in many plays and held various class positions. She competently fills a position on every basketball and hockey team. Her fame has spread far and wide because of her prize-winning peace essay. Virginia is Editor-in-Chief of this year's TATLER and no more need be said, as the book speaks for itself. ★ SALLY HOLLADAY Introducing Sally—the wit of the class, our tennis champion, and the Helen Morgan of tomorrow. Where would we be if we didn't have her sparkling witticisms and hilarious comments to keep our spirits soaring.J' We are going to miss the wicked glint in her eye that warns of a forthcoming joke, but dry humor isn't her only asset. She is Miss Duncan's right-hand man. and her devotion to the art department has led to her success in designing the cover and division pages of this year's TATLER. Sally's talents are varied. She has a popular strain to fit every occasion and in 1936 took a lead in the operetta. The Two Vagabonds. Her ambition to be a great tennis player is surely justified, as she ranks fourth in the Stale of Minnesota. 12 ☆ BETTY KING The Mrs. Businesswoman of the future has been in Northrop for twelve years. Her efficiency and capability have made her, year after year, a member of business committees and welfare groups. Ever since her grade school days she has been carrying money around and worrying about class dues. Betty is the only girl of our class who has always known what college she wanted to attend, and her honor grades this year will make her a most acceptable candidate for Wells College. Betty's cartoons have always been a constant source of amusement to her classmates. Spare pages in her note books and fly leaves of her text books are full of funny sketches and. lately, surrealistic masterpieces. She is also noted for her original, guaranteed unchangeable brands for ranch horses. Her sympathetic nature makes her a grand person to confide in: and her enthusiastic class spirit has raised the morale of our teams and of our class in general. Betty is the girl who loves an argument. Strong convictions and much practice have perfected her technique—she always wins. Betty is a valuable member of our senior class whom we respect, sometimes fear, and always appreciate. ☆ I ★ PEGGY PATTON One who can righly be called petite is this quiet yet persuasive member of the senior class. When the class is heatedly discussing a problem, she will usually remain calm until the end. and then she will offer a suggestion which often results in the solution. In sports, horseback riding is one of her achievements, and her gelandesprungs show that she is very much at home on skiis. When aroused, this gentle girl is violent. She knows what she wants when she wants it. (Editor's note—she always get it!) This hard-headedness and determination has made her one of our Dramatic Club’s best managers. On the ballroom floor her feet are famous, and she is always in demand. As an ad-hunter she has been a great aid to the business manager of the TATLER. but a nuisance to our unwilling advertisers. When you see a large maroon Packard approaching, look inside; and if you can just make out the top of a hat above the wheel, you’ll know it is Peg on the way. 14 ☆ ★ PEGGY RUTHERFORD Without Peg. the class of 37 would find one thing definitely lacking. We would never find the spirit of fun and hilarity reaching such a height without Peg to guide us. In her own inimitable way. Peg is very gay. So full of noon hour inspirations is she that we must always be prepared to invert our clothes, or queue our hair at her command. Our often feeble jokes are saved from the depths of despondency by Peg’s spontaneous laughter. In her subtle manner, she presides over the League with great efficiency. Having graced the halls with her presence since the sixth grade. Peg has participated in everything from the ninth grade Hall of Fame, to the annual operettas. Always ready with school spirit, she puts lots of punch in the hockey and basketball games. Here's to Peggy, and may she never lose her grand, optimistic outlook on life. ☆ 15 ★ CORINNE THRALL Corinne joined our lucky thirteen in the third grade, and since then has done much along the line of literary achievements. Her first attempt at poetry writing was most successful, and came into print in the 1928 TATLER. This has been followed by many more. Corinne is paving her road to future success and fame. Kinnie's annual winter excursions to Florida and varied points south have long been the envy of the entire class. Many months has she basked in the southern sun while her classmates remained at home slaving over their books in sub-zero weather. Books and southern journeys arc not all of Kinnie's accomplishments. as she is an ardent ski fan. a rider and lover of both eastern and western horses, and the Paderewski of the western plains. GRACE TULLY Grace joined our happy and carefree throng in the second half of the tenth year and ever since she has worked and studied in order to reach the magnificent height of being a senior. Evidences of her sympathetic and sincere attentions have appeared in many cases when some member of our class was feeling extremely low. Her silly moments with Sally have often turned our beloved Senior Room into an uproar. Grace has been on the hockey and basketball teams ever since she has been with us. Outside of her athletic achievements she has had a lead in the operetta for two years and has once been class president. We feel that Grace will some day be well-known for her artistic and vocal ability. ✓ IaS O' ■ 'V' JV A ★ PAISLEY ANN WOODRICH Paisley Ann joined our class in 1930. Since then she has been of invaluable help on every and any team. Since then she has also been our prize piano player and swing prophet. Any of us might envy her ability to follow a given step untried. Pay shoots a nice par and aces two out of every three serves. Her fear of public speaking is supplemented by her ability as a business manager. She is the sympathetic shoulder of the class and has a talent for keeping things under her hat. One and all admire her remarkable powers of concentration. She can truly be said to have mastered the difficult lesson of how to study— even in the Senior Room. 18 ☆ Left: Shy Right: Siamese Twins Left: Bookworm Right: Grace Brain Convention Left: Cramming Right: Art Contest ☆ ! Left: Alex has rhythm! Center: The period of relaxation. Right: Hope it's not in reverse! Left: Looks as if the Tatlcr copy were weighty. Virginia. Center: The post-prandial rest period. Right: Peg's famous grin. Life does not seem entirely real and earnest, even when you wear the red tie. Left: “The cup that cheers. Right: Margie rehearses for a Rin Tin Lin scene. Left: The bell must be ringing! Center: The inseparables in a holiday mood. Right: We can't solve this monkey puzzle, can you? SENIOR CLASS WILL We, the Senior Class, being of sound mind and memory, do hereby make, publish, and declare this to be our last will and testament, hereby revoking all former wills by us made. 1. To any so disposed member of any oncoming class we leave C.aroline Adams' ability to hop off to Chicago at a moment's notice. o any owner of a brown felt hat we leave Carry’s curly green feather. 2. In order that every girl of every class may be ravishingly beautiful around Operetta time, we leave Peggy Carpenter's make-up kit. As Peg is passing on to the more dignified heights of a college woman, we leave to you. oh Northropites. her famed bazooka and her Woolworth engagement ring. 3. Towards a more orderly Senior Room of 1937-1938 we leave Dolly Flannery’s tidy locker to the Junior Class. To those of the lower classes who aspire to greater charm and beauty we will her glistening taffy hair, her dimples, and her lisp. 4. To Northrop girls who hope to be the housewives of the future we leave Alex Gallenkamp's remarkable knack for sewing and cooking, and to those of you who own especially good ears we will her silver, hootin', tootin' trumpet. 5. To any Isadora Duncan-to-be we leave Ginnie Haglin’s Oriental dance, and to any aspirant for a mattress factory we leave her long. lovely locks. 6. To any oncoming senior with a sparkle in her eye and a giggle on her lips we leave Sally Holladay’s unquenchable humor and for any lover of 7. would-be artist of the next few classes we proudly leave Betty King’s deep sympathy and love of surrealism and her comical portraits of our animal friend, the cow. To any aspirant to great wealth we leave Bet’s gold-digger’s license. 8. For the clog-lovers in any class we leave Margie Michelson's locker door decorated with snapshots of all her puppies. Peter. Trigger, and Uh-Uh. To younger followers of the class of ’37 who fancy themselves alluring, we leave Margie's flashing smile and her throaty chuckle. 9. To those whose ambition it is to act on stage or screen, we will Peggy Patton’s ability to weep copious tears at any time. And for those of you who dream of romantic lovers, we leave Peggy’s Blake ring and all those presents that came from lands across the sea. 10. For you “up-to-the-minute girls of senior classes to come, we leave Peggy Rutherford's inexhaustible supply of new fads and for anyone who loves jingling trinkets we leave Putt's armful of charm bracelets. 11. To all you A students in English we will Kinnie Thrall's mighty and all-inclusive vocabulary. If you are interested in looking very intellectual and very superior, we leave you her Oxford glasses. 12. The Class of 1937 heeds the pleading cry of hundreds who laboriously curl their hair every night. To these poor unfortunates we will the auburn curls of Grace Tully. And to you who cry out with anguish at a broken fingernail we leave Grade's long, crimson tips. 13. To any lower classman whose clothes hang too loosely or pull too tight, we will Paisley Ann’s stunning figure and her ability to wear clothes. To this same person or to any other desirous of the accomplishment, we leave Pay's ability to pound out tunes on the piano. In testimony whereof we have affixed our signatures this eighth day of June, nineteen hundred and thirty-seven. song hits we leave her husky voice and her hot-cha rhythm. Carry Peg Dolly Alex Ginnie Sally Betty Margie PCggy Grace Pay Putt Kinnie THE CLASS OF ’37 CLASS PROPHECY On my return from Kansas City to visit my parents after six years. I suddenly found myself in a changed and forgotten Minneapolis. After greeting and kissing the family and remarking on how mature the older brothers were beginning to look and on how good-looking young brother was getting. I began to ask about old friends and acquaintances. 1 learned from Mother that Margy Michelson was married and was one of the more active Junior Leaguers. I immediately departed to see “our class president” and fairly seethed with anxiety to see if 1 would recognize her. Margy received me very cordially and we started to reminisce about when we were “Seniors' and showed the younger school a thing or two. We finally began to discuss the members of the class—what they were doing and where they were. 1 learned that little Peggy Patton, after graduating from Connecticut College, had married and was now the wife of the foreign diplomat to England. I was sorry that I would not be able to see Peg. but was pleased to hear that she was fulfilling a youthful desire. I decided to walk home so that I could have more time to think about our class of 37. As I was turning a corner I crashed unexpectedly into a hurrying pedestrian and was profusely apologizing when I looked up and discovered Carry Adams rubbing her forehead. I fairly frightened the girl out of her wits as I helloed her. but she came out of her trance and greeted me. She said that as she was scurrying along, she was composing a story for the Journal. So Carry had made good and was now a newspaper woman! We arranged to go to a movie together that evening and then parted. After we had struggled through the Silly Symphony. we saw the newsreel. Following a brief address by the President, we experienced the pleasure of seeing for the first time the author of the current book. Come with the Storm. To Carry’s and my amazement it was our own classmate Kinnie Thrall, under a fictitious name. We nearly burst with excitement but restrained ourselves for the feature picture. Since neither of us had noticed what the picture was to be. we were delighted when it turned out to be the famous torch singer and immor-talizer of “You Turned the Tables on Me.” Sally Holladay. I went home from the movie glowing with pride in the success of our old class. Since I had been to college with Bet King. I was very much interested in what had happened to her. and upon investigation I learned that she was living on a ranch. I also learned that Peggy Rutherford and her husband owned a large ranch near Bet's. Since both were lovers of the ranch. I could think of no better career for them. I read in the paper that Alex Gallenkamp was an outstanding trumpet player in a symphony orchestra, and I went to see Alex one evening, but arrived just as she was leaving. However, she whisked me off with her in her car and was very secretive about our destination. Our conversation centered on her caroer. and she told me that she had played for the Russian Ballet in which Virginia Haglin was the premiere danscuse and did a beautiful piece of work. This I knew to be true for I had read so much about Ginny's success in the Ballet. I was very bewildered about where we were going, but I accepted the situation. My patience was rewarded with a wonderful surprise. I was present at the wedding of Dolly Flannery. As Dolly walked down the aisle on the arm of her father. I heard a voice singing. It sounded familiar, and I finally recognized it as the voice of our songbird. Grace Tully. I could bear it no more. 1 broke down and wept as 1 saw Dolly united with the general manager of a large department store. Mother took me to the Woman's Club for lunch on my last day. and as we were conversing in the living room. 1 heard two loud yelps and running feet. Behind these active little ruffians. 1 saw a young lady hurrying and heard the familiar “geczle bcc le. There was no mistaking the utterer of that phrase. It was good old Peg Carpenter. And the children were her prophesied twins. We all had luncheon together and I told the twins how sorry I was that I had left my little Buddy at home, but they didn’t look a bit sorry. Anonymous. GRADE II Esther Crosby. Sheila Strong. Cynthia Knoblauch. Betty Clair Lee Thirza Jones. Sylvia Trayer. Helen Tcarse. Joan Dalrymplc. GRADE III Margaret Williams Alice Piper Mary Eleanore Denny, Nina Carpcn ter. Charolctte Lyman. Mary Jeai Nelson. Judy Rand. Susan Cooper Yvonne Grabow. KINDERGARTEN AND GRADE I Tommy Carpenter. Dorothy Witt, loan Wunele, Anne Crosby. Molly Rand. Suzanne Ginnings. Sally Pierce. Elizabeth Ann Barry. Carol Quist. Conny Wurtclc. Sally Ankeny. GRADE V I.eft to right, standing: Ann Wur-tclc. Josephine Merwin. Jean Stevenson. Patricia Clifford. Dorothy Barnes. Carol Hawkens. Harriet Jaffray. Left to right, sitting: Janet Hartwell, Grctchen Knoblauch. Geannee Carpenter. Susan Rand. Kendall Ankeny. GRADE VI f Left to right, standing: Elizabeth Cooper. Licia Tearse, Jessica Driscoll. Marian Coleman. Betty Peterson. Dorothy Dunn. Left to right, sitting: Mary Hill. Barbara Jean Swirlcs. Marilyn Eastman. Olivia Coan. GRADE IV Left to right, standing: Lucille Camp. Eleanor Swanson. Jean Dunn. Amy Belle Johnson. Sally Wheeler. Betty Kennedy. Left to right, sitting: Mary Beth Nelson. Mary Wurtele. Mary Martin. Patricia Coan. Joan Donaldson. Patty Kennedy. Martha Struthers. GRADE VII Bach row: Betsy Stone. Prudence Sutherland. Mary Alice Eggleston, Ann Edmonds. Patricia Walling. Patty Hill. Sue Timbcrlakc. Sally Hill. Elizabeth Harper. Sally Piper. Betty Hill. Sally Stevens. Katherine Henry. Janet Miller. Front row: Virginia Fisher. Ginny Lou Dwinnell. Elizabeth MacMillan. Anne Sheldon. Elizabeth Woodworth. Anne Leslie, Mary Sutherland. Henrietta Hill. Absent: Susan West. Joan Payne. GRADE VIII Back row: Nancy Bronson. Betty Ann Webster. Virginia Vandever. Carol Atwood. Helen Harper. Elizabeth Stevenson. Marjorie Scybold. Ann Stevenson. Ellen Rider, Eva Rutherford. Julie Ann Burnet. Mary Davis, Joan Witmer. Front row: Mary Clark. Mary Webster. Betty Waltz. Kitty Rand. Mary Moore. Mary Haglin. Frances Barber, Mary Alice MeGough. GRADE IX Bach row: Nancy Grace. Andrea Scott. Mary Ellen Wycr. Marilynn Nelson. Anne Richards. Ann Overman. Elizabeth Keating. Gloria Lee. Virginia Fells. Mary Jane Heffelfinger. Peggy Winton. Martha Larkin. Front row: Edith Harrison. Eleanor Stevenson. Alice Chilton. Elizabeth Cochran. Barbara Bissell. Jean Price, Lois Belcher. Frances Cole. Joan Smith. Amy Camp. Jane Dobson. Joan Dobson. n :: GRADE XI Bach row. Ufl to right: Jean Dam. Rosemary Campbell, Gretchen Luther. Louise Riper. Caroline Holltrn. Mary Hardenbergh. Janet Goodrich. Judith Webster. Dorianne De Vries, Sally Aashmun At table: Nancy Ross. Ruth Leslie, Jean Thomson. Georgiana Car let on. Marjorie Paulsen. Marcella Phelps Front row: Evelyn Stuart. Ruth Deems Back row. left to right: Mara Howe. Peggy Smith. Margaret Youngquist. Barbara Badger. Josephine Harper. Mary Townsend. Margaret Schubert. Alice Lyman. Gloria Grimes. Barbara Hill. Janet Sandy. Virginia Raynolds Front row. left to right: Mary Jane Gluech, Emmy Lou Lucker GRADE X GRIMES Di verson Excursion YOUNGQUIST Originality Personality l.UCKER Vamp Scamp LYMAN Sweet Neat TOWNSEND Sit Knit RAYNOLDS Amour Glamour HARPER Sane Brain HILL President Repent CLASS OF 1938 VAN CAMPEN Styles Smiles SCHUBERT Ability Humility BADGER Airmail Female GLUEK Poetic Sympathetic SMITH Laughter Charter HOWE Game Fame SANDY Ever Clever Last year we were freshies bold. This year sophomores tall and old. Having reached the half-way mark We are glad our books to park. To take our summer's hard-earned rest Doing the things that we like best. Now we number twenty-three In '39 what shall we be? Just Gentle Sharp Arguer Doubly delightful Versatility Makes Lively Bronchos Real Clever Grand Counselor Jehu Driver Romantic Dreamer Mighty Head Molly Priedeman Great Loves Marvelous Patience Artistic Learning Reliable Left-hander Very Lyrical Champion Horsewoman Lotza Pep Jovial Wit Noisy Remarks Even Smaller Justifiable Teamwork Jiffy Wave Pleasingly Reticent ☆ 29 NORTHROP LEAGUE COUNCIL Standing: tiarbara Bissell. Virginia Raynolds. Paisley Ann Woodrich. Josephine Harper. Virginia Hagltn. Georgiana Carleton. Ruth Leslie Seated: Jean Price. Leslie Flannery. Barbara Hill. Margery Michelson. Peggy Rutherford (President), Betty King. Mary Dads. Sally Stevens HEADS OF COMMITTEES PRESIDENTS OE CLASSES Arts .... . GRACE TULLY XII Athletic Paisley Ann Woodrich M Entertainment .... LESLIE FLANNERY Taller...............................VIRGINIA HAGLIN VIII Welfare...................................BETTY KING VII Margery Michelson Barbara Hill Georgiana Carleton Elizabeth Keating Mary Davis Sally Stevens FACULTY MEMBERS MISS SPURR MISS CORTHELL MRS. HORNE 30 ☆ THE NORTHROP LEAGUE The Northrop League is a federation of all the organizations representing student activities and interests in Northrop School. These comprise student participation in government, athletics, entertainment, public interests, publication. and artistic interests. The object of the Northrop League is first, to promote unity of purpose and a high sense of honor among students at all times. Second, to support the school administration in the best manner, to secure order and efficiency in school life, and third, to unify student interests and activities. AH students from the seventh to the twelfth forms are members of this organization. In the past the league has concerned itself largely with the student activities of the school. It has also by generous contributions from its annual dues given some valuable gift to the school which has enriched our physical equipment and added to the beauty and comfort of the school. In addition to the physical gifts which the League of 1935-36 left to us. they handed on the nucleus of a scheme for student participation in government which they hoped to see prosper this year and eventually to become one of the cherished Northrop traditions. Their plan was for student supervision of the study hall used by grades 9-12. the seventh and eighth grades cooperating with their teachers whenever it seemed desirable. According to this plan, every student who was willing to pledge herself as in sympathy with the idea and to promise her loyal cooperation, studied in the study hall supervised by a League member. The plan worked so successfully last year and again this year that from now on it ought to work automatically. In this year's council meetings the members have brought up the problem of unnecessary noise in the corridors, the problem of tardiness to classes and also the school’s colors, but above all the meetings have been held to discuss the study hall procedure. WELFARE BOARD Early in January a cry reverberated in the ears of all Northrop School—a cry which came from the flood victims of Ohio. Illinois and Kentucky. From the forms I through XII at Northrop came a generous response to this emergency. Surpassing all set goals, the Welfare Board collected one hundred and ninety dollars for these sufferers. This is only one of the many fine projects completed by the board this past year. On Thanksgiving many canned foods, fruits and vegetables in gaily adorned baskets were assembled by the school, through the efforts of the board. These, as well as similarly bedecked bundles at Christmas, were sent to the Family Welfare, the Children s Protective Society, and the Northeast Neighborhood blouse. The Christmas season brought many new ideas for contributions from the board. They donated toys and other useful gifts to the settlement houses. Besides this, the Board sent many new and renovated gifts to the mountain people of Kentucky. This spring, as has been the custom for sometime, twenty-five dollars will be given to the Northeast Neighborhood House. With this money the house buys seeds which are planted in carefully cultivated gardens and in the fall the produce is canned for future use. Last, but far from least, the board aids in financing the high school careers of two underprivileged girls in Minneapolis high schools. KEEPING ABREAST OF THE TIMES One memorable day early in October, a program of weekly or fortnightly discussions of current affairs was inauspiciously inaugurated before a motley audience of bored, curious, or genuinely interested students of the upper classes of Northrop. Speaker of the day was trim, dark, dynamic Miss Merrill, instructor of history, who outlined student participation plans, and surveyed the Spanish situation. Under Lecturer Merrill's tutelage some students soon became speakers as well as listeners. Before the first Tuesday after the first Monday in November, campaign issues were discussed preparatory to a mock election. Staged Election day with the assistance of the Eighth Grade, it failed to prognosticate national results correctly. Republicans at Northrop smashed through to a staggering victory over Democrats. Socialists and Unionists. Shifting their activities to a study of world issues, student forums began delving into important political problems and movements of our era. such as Democracy. Fascism. Communism and Labor. In them. Senior. Junior and Sophomore lecturers alike dispelled mental inertia and ignorance from the minds of many. Meanwhile. Pedagogue Merrill also undertook combined Eighth and Ninth Grade current event programs, as well as much of the organization, compilation. and manual labor of the Current Event Bulletin Board. Climax of the year's work was Time Magazine's test taken in May. During 1936-37 Current Events has become increasingly popular. In the future progressive interest and still more ambitious plans to be projected arc hoped for. (Apologies to Time Magazine) ENTERT AINiMENT Excerpt from the Northrop Log The sea was calm on October 2, with a wind from the north. S. S. N. C. S. veered two degrees N. E. and proceeded on its way. In the evening the passengers were entertained by a fancy dress ball and a floor show. Each passenger on Senior Deck escorted two from Deck Seven to the Dining Salon. It was discovered that evening that Isadore Duncan. Eleanor Powell. Helen Morgan and other celebrities were aboard, traveling incognito. The music of the Queen of Swing furnished the rhythm for the evening. The crew showed great talent in depicting the six stages of the life of the passengers. With the drop of their curtain the lights went on and the party ended. It is to be noted that the master of ceremonies. Gretchen Luther, abetted by Purser Leslie Flannery, carried the program along with a flourish. It was while we were in port on February 5 that we on board the S. S. N. C. S. entertained the passengers and crew from the S. S. Summit. During an excellent lunch in the main Dining Salon, the Northrop Seniors put on a timely fashion show of the latest spring models. After the meal all passengers went ashore for an hour and a half of skiing and skating during which time figure skaters from both ships performed on the ice. Then followed the annual basketball battle between Summit and Northrop. At the end of an exhausting but exciting afternoon, it was found that in the Junior-Senior game Summit had beaten Northrop by a score 52-20. In the Sophomore-Freshman game the score was 15-12 for Northrop. When the S. S. Summit steamed off at 5:00 o'clock, we stood by on the rail of the N. C. S. and waved a hearty farewell. On November 21 and May seventh the annual dances were held in the ballroom of S. S. N. C. S. According to the leap year theory, girls came stag to the fall dance, and the novelty of the girls' cutting made the dance a great success. 31 ☆ THE DANCE CLUB It is a real tribute to the Dance Club that in this, the second year of its existence, double the original number of girls have joined. In fact there was so great a number of girls at the first meeting that the club was divided into a seventh and eighth grade group and a high school section. Following last year's custom the spirit of the Thanksgiving season and what it stands for were portrayed by the Dancing and Glee clubs combined. While the Glee Club sang, the dancers gave their interpretation of MacDowell's Hymn of the Pilgrims. Then, as Miss Lane and Mrs. Grace played Schumann's Andante and Variations on two pianos, the Dance Club presented a short ballet with the theme of Work and Thanksgiving. The Glee Club closed the program with the singing of Rachmaninoff's Triumph. Thanksgiving. In the Christmas program the Dance Club members took the part of the angels guarding Mary and the walking angels. On April 30 the Dance Club gave its first evening performance. Outstanding on the program was the Caprice Espagnol. a short ballet of gypsy life; and a beautiful group of negro spirit uals. In the realm of comedy was an amusing portrayal of a balky donkey and a completely devasting satire on the modern dance. Under the able direction of Miss Helen Dalton, the program was a great success. THE NORTHROP PLAYS This year the result of spirited discussions among the members of the Dramatic Club was the choice of three one-act plays to be presented on December twelfth. Spreading the Mews, an Irish comedy by Lady Gregory, gave several of our most talented members a chance to display a flair for Irish brogue. The Florist Shop, by Winifred Hawkridge. was the amusing account of a clerk in a flower shop whose sympathy and understanding of human troubles led her to hurry up the wedding of a too-long engaged couple. The proprietor of the shop, whose expensive orchids were used as Cupid s arrows, was appeased only by the large order for the wedding in question. Joint Owners in Spain, by Alice Brown, brought to light the amazing ability of several of our number to act the part of crotchety old ladies. The humorous complications that arose in an Old Ladies Home as a result of putting these two cross-patches into one room kept our audience laughing until the curtain came down on these successful performances. The plays were smoothly and skillfully directed by Miss Gearhart who. besides making a great success of her first attempt at producing plays at Northrop. tried her hand as an untiring property manager, stage setter, make-up artist and general jack-of-all-tradcs. We are grateful to Miss Lane. also, for helping with the make-up. We owe a special vote of thanks to Miss Cotton. Virginia Lee. Marjorie Paulsen. Josephine Harper and Lois Belcher for the music between the plays. THE CHRISTMAS PLAY Northrop School presented A Christmas Mystery in the Mediaeval Manner as its annual tribute to the celebration of Christ s birth. Tall candles in beautiful candelabra and a Gothic window painted by the art department lent the atmosphere of a church in which this Mystery was supposed to be given. Our audience was the congregation, the Glee Club our choir, and the stage our chancel. After the school's singing of well-known old English carols, the church was darkened and the beautiful music of the Mystery began to play. A little group of shepherds move slowly down the aisles toward a dark stage, seeking their way by the dim light of lanterns. Suddenly trumpets burst into a joyful song, and Gabriel and six angels appear in a flood of bright light to bring the news of a Saviour to the amazed and frightened shepherds. As the angels lead the shepherds away toward Bethlehem, the lights are slowly dimming until the church is once more in darkness. Two angels, each carrying a burning candle, enter from the back of the chapel and walk slowly down the aisles toward the stage. As they approach the chancel steps, the light of their candles falls on the Virgin Mary and the three angels watching over her. Angels, lighting all the candles, move softly about the stage and come to stand near Mary who holds the Child in her arms. The shepherds enter. lay their simple gifts at the feet of the Child, and go humbly on their way. Then come the Three Wisemen bearing their offerings down the aisles and up onto the stage while singing We Three Kings. After the kings have laid down their gifts and have gone. Mary slowly rises to her feet. Then slowly and with great feeling she repeats the Magnificat, the Thanksgiving song of the Mother of God. To the soft strains of a lullaby. Mary kneels and lays the Child in its crib. A little angel takes a jeweled crown from the crib and places it on the head of the Virgin Mary. As the angels are snuffing out the candles. Mary rises and gathers the little angel close to her. Just before the dimming lights fade, we see a tableau of Mary and all the angels gazing into the crib where the Infant Jesus lies—asleep. CASTS OF THE NORTHROP PLAYS Spreading the News The Florist Shop Joint Owners in Spain The Magistrate Mary Jane Van Cam pen The Policeman Margaret YoungquiM (Jo Muldoon) Mrs. Tarpey .... Ruth Deems Bartley Fallon............Grace Tully Mrs. Fallon ............... Jean Price Jack Smith .... Gretchen Luther Colleen Casey .... Marcella Phelps Sharon Early ....................Jean Dam Mrs. Tully .... ... Amy Camp Maureen Ryan. . ... .Peggy Patton Maude Henry Stoosky Miss Wells. Mr. Jackson . . Lois belcher Elizabeth Cochran Barbara. Bissell Rosemary Campbell Margaret Schubert Mrs. Mitchell Miss Fullerton Miss Dyer Mrs. Blair Virginia Haghn Judith Webster Corinne Thrall Mary Hardenbergh ☆ 3: ICHABOD CRANE We played first nighters this year on March 6. when the Northrop and Blake Glee Clubs presented Ichabod Crane. an operetta composed by Stanley Avery, director of music at Blake. It was based on that immortal story. “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. by Washington Irving. Mynheer and Vrau Van Tassel (Malcolm Clark and Alex Gallenkamp) have a beautiful daughter. Katrina (Grace TullAv), who is wanted in marriage by the awkward and avaricious schoolmaster—Ichabod. played by Joe Bauder. There is a great deal of competition as Brom Bones (Boynton Bean). the leader of a gang of horsemen, also has his eye on Katrina. The Van Tassels have planned that she shall marry Ichabod. whom she loathes. Katrina's brother. Hendrick, played by Bob Fisher, is himself in love with Wilhelmina (Ruth Deems), and understanding his sister's plight, wants to help her get rid of Ichabod and win Brom. The Legend of the Headless Horseman which Brom sings to the school children tells of the Hessian soldier who had his head shot off by a cannon ball in the Revolutionary War. and seeks it on nights when the moon is bright. The Van Tassels have a quilting party to which the old master. Ichabod. is invited. Hendrik. Brom. and Katrina have decided that the headless horseman shall appear at some time during the evening. Ichabod's entrance is made quite dramatic with a comic dance, ending with a fall when he gives his flowers to Katrina. While Ichabod is making love to Katrina, the lights are lowered and the headless horseman appears. After a merry chase. Ichabod is sent flying. Aunt Hilda (Corinne Thrall), who has come from New York, has become enamoured of the school master. Brom returns from his successful hoax, ’.nd the Van Tassels consent to his marriage with Katrina. Hilda drags in the bewildered Ichabod. who has discovered that he really loves her—not for herself, but for her pies, roast duck, and maple syrup with hard sauce. R Jnd Mi“ Co,,°n ihc ’8 ' H°W d° VOU d° “• Boy„lon? G«Jrhart m«‘ have finished a Right: Orchids to you. Grace. left: Rehearsals begin. Right: Right foreground . . . the forgotten man. Left: And they call it l°v«: Right: It s up to you. Grace ' • for John CUfk- stars POM: W HOCKEY After several weeks of practice, the Class Hockey teams were chosen and the fight was on. The scores of hard-won battles showed the Juniors and Freshmen to be low scorers, and the Championship game was to be played by Seniors and Sophomores. Gray skies, a little snow and general appearances of winter did not daunt the two competing teams or the few brave spectators. The battle between well-matched teams raged furiously until the final whistle blew, ending the game in favor of the Sophomores. During the last weeks of the Presidential Campaign, party feeling ran high at Northrop, and a Republican-Democrat hockey game was scheduled to be played the afternoon before election day. On that memorable November second. the Republican team, made up of Republicans staunch and true, and the Democratic team, also made up of Republicans, marched belligerently onto the battlefield. At the finish of the game the Democrats left the field victorious. As goes Northrop, so goes the Nation! The teams were as follows: SENIORS ADAMS HAGLIN PATTON CARPENTER HOLLADAY RUTHERFORD FLANNERY KING TULLY GALLENKAMP MICHELSON THRALL WOODRICH JUNIORS HARPER LYMAN SMITH HILL RAYNOLDS TOWNSEND HOWE YOUNGQUIST VAN CAMPEN LUCKER SCHUBERT SOPHOMORES HARDENBERGH LEE ROSS PIPER SWEATT DEEMS DAIN HOLLERN LESLIE CAMPBELL THOMPSON FRESHMEN BELCHER GRACE STEVENSON BISSELL KEATING WINTON DOBSON LARKIN WYER DOBSON PRICE % WINTER SPORTS Winter snows and blows were hailed with joy and eagerness by the girls of Northrop, for everyone had learned of the new and exciting winter sports plan. For gym periods during school hours and for after-school sports hours, our own skating rink offered opportunities to many. Newcomers to our wintry climate had their first lessons in skating and natives of this section went on into figure skating. Our winter sports party with Summit School was the inauguration of our new amplifier which made skating a much more rhythmical and enjoyable sport. Smoothly packed snow on inviting hills inspired Miss Dalton and several girls to form the Northrop Ski Club which was a great success. Every Friday afternoon the members drove to Glenwood where the novices and the old hands, alike, learned more about this great sport. The Northrop Ski Club made ski addicts out of many, and it was with real sorrow that we watched the snow melt from the hillsides this spring. I.cft: Miss Duncan comes up for air. Center: Rarin' to go. Right: Georgiana looks doubtful—or is she camera shy? Left: High hats! Right: The parade grounds. I.cft: Betsy and her burro score a big hit. Center: Winter Sports. Right: Better go in. before you freeze! Left: Here's Pauci again—disguised as an old cow-hand. Right: Dolly Flannery poses for a picture. Left: Carolyn. Mary Lou. Martha. and Emmy Lou go down the line. Right: Mary Jane takes a prize. BASKETBALL When snow and ice put a definite stop to our hockey season, out came the rule book, the good old basketball, and an encouraging show of interest. When Summit School came for the afternoon, the Northrop Junior-Senior team suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of the Summit Juniors and Seniors. Our school honor was saved, however, by the Sophomores and Freshmen who conquered Summit's opposing team. A few more weeks of practice put us in the pink of condition, and the battles for basketball laurels began. The Juniors and Freshmen again lost out. and the Championship lay with the Seniors or the Sophomores. Both teams did a little intensified, last-minute brushing up on their plays: and on Thursday evening. April 8th. parents, friends, and teachers came to view the long-discussed game. In a gaily decorated gym. the teams—so evenly matched—came face to face. At the end of the first half the score was 10 to 8 in favor of the Sophomores. Excitement ran high in the Sophomore camps and nervousness ran even higher back of the Senior lines. During the last half the Seniors made a splendid comeback, and one and one-half minutes before the game ended, the Seniors were ahead by two points. Then the Sophomores made another basket. The score was tied—with one-half minute to go. The gallery was on its feet. Loyal supporters of both teams were yelling and stamping. And the faces of those twelve fighting were grim. The toss up. two quick passes, a Sophomore forward aims, a death like silence as the ball teeters on the rim of the basket, then a deafening roar as it rolls in. a split second before the whistle blows. The walls of Northrop rang with the yells of each team for the other, and the thrilling game ended in a fine show of good sportsmanship. The teams were as follows: SENIORS JC—Wood rich RC—King. Haglin G—Michclson G—Tully. Adam F—Carpenter F—Galicnkamp JUNIORS JC—Smith RC—Schubert G—Lyman. Harper G—Reynolds F—Van Campcn F—Howe SOPHOMORES JC—De Vries RC—Lee G—Thompson G—Campbell F—Deems F—Hardenbergh FRESHMEN JC—Smith RC—Price. Richards G—Winton G—Cole. Grace F—Camp F—Belcher SPRING ATHLETICS Even considering the large membership of the Ski Club and the great number of ice-skaters, our rather tardy spring was enthusiastically welcomed at Northrop. The skating rink melted away to form a perfect baseball field. Before very long those same girls who had been cutting figure eights in the ice trouped out onto the green armed with balls, bats and catching gloves. Across Kenwood Parkway, those who had skied on the Parade grounds turned toward the rapidly drying tennis courts, and a regiment of racquet-equipped Northropites entered the annual tennis tournament. The hockey field, now so long deserted, began to teem with life as Nor-throp's golf-enthusiasts marched out to dig holes in the soft newly-green grass. This year of Sports at Northrop ended happily and successfully with this varied program of athletics. Left: Mary looks demure. Centre: Refer to Earl Carroll Right: Ride 'em. Cowbyl Left: Where would we be without thi Harper pictures? Centre: Looking up to the Faculty— and down on the 8th Grade. Right: On bunnies tickle? Left: First Lady. Centre: Above—There's a list to this group of Ninth Graders. Centre: Below—Hey Carol, you’ve lost a button. Right: So What? Left: Pedagogue Merrill poses. Centre: Eighth Grade longings. Right: Friend to Caesar. £ ._____ SCHOOL CALENDAR SEPTEMBER 16 Miss Spurr gives a tea for prospective seniors. I 7 Uniforms arc donned and school begin . OCTOBER 1 We enjoy another of Miss Lane's famous piano recitals. 2 The Annual Old Girls' Party for The New. 8 Mr. Pardue—one of our favorite speakers—talk . I 2 The Columbus Day Program. 15 Mrs. Remington talks and we vigorously applaud. 16 Horses from Lacey’s. Merfield’s. and Allan's and Northrop girls present a horeshow. 28 Miss Lane's pupils present a musicalc. NOVEMBER 3 Northrop and The Nation hold an election. 5 The Community Fund Film. 6 Holiday for the Educational Convention. I I An Armistice Day Program. 16 Babe Lc Voir talks on the Community Fund, and the pledges come rolling in. 19 Johann Egilsrud describes and sings folk songs of Scandinavia. Germany. Austria and France. 21 The Fall Dance. 25 Thanksgiving Program. DECEMBER 3 Miss McPherson of the YWCA comes to talk in Chapel. 10 Our eighth grade puts on a French, play. 12 The Talent in Northrop is displayed in the annual plays. 18 School closes for vacation after the Christmas Play. JANUARY 4 Congress and Northrop School convene. 15 The Summit party is postponed again. 25 After Dr. Robenson's speech, we march confidently to our first exam. 25-29 Examinations. 30 We enjoy a day of recuperation. FEBRUARY 4 Monsieur Pierre Brossard delights us with puppet shows in English and French. 5 We welcome Summit—the Seniors present a style show. 1 I The Seniors take an exam from the University. 12 Mrs. Woodhull tells us about the League of Nations Meeting in Geneva and Peace Council at Brussels. 15 The Seventh and Eighth grades have their annual Valentine party. 23 Many N'orthropites plan to go to Wells College as a result of Dr. Weld's Talk 24 Reverend Gerald Watkins gives a most inspiring talk in Chapel. MARCH Wc hear another provocative talk on religion by Dr. David Nelson Beach. 4 The Juniors and Seniors hear Sir Arthur Wcllart at convocation. I 6 Mrs. E. L. Carpenter comes to talk to us about the Lord's Prayer. 18-30 Our Spring vacation—with lots of snow and ice. APRIL 8 Miss Dodge, the warden of Vassar. fires us with enthusiasm about that college. 14 Annual Dinner of the Parent-Teachers Association. 15 Juniors and Seniors again attend Convocation to hear Arthur Guiterman. 16 The Annual Art Contest begins. 28 The Tatler Board puts on its program. 30 The Dance Club puts on a program. MAY 3 League elections for 1937-1938. 5 Eighth Grade Play. 7 Spring Dance. 19 Senior-Sophomore Picnic. 31 June 3—Final Examinations. JUNE 4 The Junior-Senior Prom is a memorable evening. 7 Pageant. 7 Senior Dinner. 8 Commencement. Left: Help! Right: Seventh Grade blows off steam. Left: Ann Overman looks unsuspecting. Centre: Betsy Stone-—Northrop's Sonia Right: The Candid Camera. Left: Uh—push. Centre: Freshman Follies. Right: The Chorus. Left: Come, come, girls—that's no atti tude to take! Centre: Law breaker. Right: Innocence Personified. Left: Charades. Right: Is Nancy smiling at the collie, or that A in Latin? THE ART CONTEST This year, the brilliant showing at the fourth Annual Art Contest demonstrated in a dramatically conclusive style that the interest of Northrop girls is not limited to books. The exhibition opened on the twenty-seventh of April, when the main hall blossomed forth with paintings in water-color, oil. and tempera: drawings, murals, clay work, pewter and many other objets dan. The judges were Miss Ella Whitter of Central High School, and Miss Josephine Lutz of the Art Education Department at the University of Minnesota. Two outstanding paintings depicted life at Northrop—The Library done by Grace Tully, and The Kindergarten by Betty King. Special mention should also be made of Joan Payne's remarkably varied entries. Prints of famous pictures will be given to the winning contestants as recognition of their successful achievement. The winners were: GRADES TEN. ELEVEN AND TWELVE PAINTING First Prize—Sally Holladay. for The Conflict of Industry and Agriculture Second Prize—Betty King, for The Kindergarten First Honorable Mention—Grace Tully. for The Library Second Honorable Mention—Anne Lock-rae. for Portrait of a Dog DRAWING First Prize—Grace Tully. for her Negreis Second Prize—Betty King First Honorable Mention—Mary Hardcn-bergb Second Honorable Mention—Mary I.ou Bros CRAFTS First Prize—Alexandra Gallenkamp. for her purse and belt Second Prize—Anne Lockrac. for her cheese board GRADES SEVEN. EIGHT AND NINE Joan Payne given outstanding prize for a'.l of her work. DRAWING— First Prize—Betsy Stone, for The Circus PAINTING First Prize—Sue Timbcrlake. for Dog Chasing a Hall Second Prize—Sally Hill, for Arizona Honorable Mention—Mary Webster, for The Cottage FINGER PAINTING First Prize—Prudence Sutherland Second Prize—Elizabeth McMillan CRAFTS Pewter First Prize—Julie Burnet Second Prize—Mary Moore Puppets First Prize—Mary llaglin Clay First Prize—Mary Webster Second Prize—Elizabeth McMillan Woodcraft First Prize—Edith Harrison Second Prize—Amy Camp Bookends First Prize—Mary Moore Beadcraft First Prize—Marilyn Nelson GRADES THREE. FOUR. FIVE AND SIX PAINTING First Prize—Third Grade, for Freize on Life in Holland Second Prize—Mary Ellen Denny, for The Pilgrims FINGER PAINTING First Prize— Ellen Swanson Second Prize—Jean Stevenson CLAY First Prize—Betty Jean Swirls Second Prize—Margaret Williams CRAFTS First Prize—Marion Colman GRADES ONE AND TWO First Prize—Edith Crosby, for Mexico Second Prize—Molly Rand, for Madonna and Child THE LOWER SCHOOL Spring When I wake up in the morning And the birds begin to sing. Then I'm happy, happy, happy. For I know that it is spring. The snow has melted all away. Our fort has melted loo. But still I'm very happy ’Cause it's spring and skies are blue. Patricia Coan. IV. The Old Grey House The old grey house, it stands alone. Endraped in lonely, blackening tone. Laughing voices, tripping feet No longer tread its stairs, so steep. But lonely, black and dark as night. Without a loving, shining light; It stands alone, so still and quiet. Without any noisy, pounding riot. Kendall Ankeny. V. A Winter Story When Christmas time comes along we will make a snow man and make it to be a king and name it King Edward, and the girls will make Mrs. Simpson: and we will go up on the mountains and dig for gold before we make the snow man, and then he and the Snow Queen will look like something. And that will be all. Suzanne Ginnings. I. Skating Skating is a winter sport. It usually begins in January. We cannot skate until the ice is seven inches thick, and the temperature has been below freezing for a few days. Then the snow is a few feet high. We have lots of fun skating. Sometimes we play games on the ice. The boys play a game called hockey. Each school has a team. They play with long sticks that curve at one end. They push a round, flat. hard, rubber ball that is called a puck. But we also have lots of fun watching other people skate. They seem to fly by me. Often we fall, sometimes in snow banks, sometimes on the ice. and sometimes we fall through the ice into the water. Then someone pulls us out. and we go home very wet. Skating brings us fun and jokes, but it also gives health. It makes us strong and gives us fresh air. It also makes us healthy and quick. I think skating is the best winter sport there is. Jean Dunn. IV. Out of Doors All the puddles have turned to slush. Which looks like dirty, grey mush. If you step in the slush, you will get wet. I hope I won't— haven't yet. When the slush turns to ice. If you slip, it isn't nice. Amy Belle Johnson. IV. Abraham Lincoln Abraham Lincoln was born in a little log cabin, in 1809. His father and mother were pioneers. When he was eight years old. his family moved to Indiana. They went by ox team. Abraham Lincoln had to walk all the way. When he grew up he was a good, truthful man. So he was made President. Nina Carpenter. III. Hallowe’en Witches and broomsticks. pumpkins and cats Hallowe'en night are out. Witches and their big black hats. Pumphins with jollg grim and sour pouts. Children with costumes like ghosts, goblins, and elves. With the question. Have gou food for us Witches and broomsticks, pumpkins and cats. Hallowe'en night are out. Kendall Ankeny. V. An Aquarium We have a queer, ugly, little fish. He is alive in a small, small bowl. Sometimes we put shells in the bowl; they don't always sink. He has a habit of hiding in the shells when things don't go just right. There is a small coral arch on the bottom of the bowl. Fishy got stuck tight in this once. We took him out and watched him for awhile, to see if he was all right. He flounced around and got us all wet. My friend would not allow him to fall on the floor. This was lucky, for the kitten came creeping. He crept to us. but couldn't get the fish. We must not handle fish, so we put him back. We then put clean sand in the bottom, and measured it. But our fish died. We ought not to have handled him. Josephine Merwin, V. Our Tulips In September we planted some tulip bulbs. They have been in a dark place for four months. We watered them every week. The sprouts are greenish white. The sun will make them grow very fast. The flowers are going to be pretty. Alice Piper. III. Left: Gr.idc III—Nina Carpenter. Mary Eleanor Denny. Alice Piper. Margaret Williams. Susan Cobb. Charlotte Lyman. Mary Jean Nelson. Yvonne Grabow. Right: Grade III—Feeding swans at Loring Park. Upper Left: Patricia Coan—Patty Kennedy. Lower left: Fourth Grade cnjpying a geography lesson. Right: Captain Anderson takes Grade HI on a hook and ladder. Left: Miss Shoemaker gives Grade IV some pointers on ball playing. Right: Grade II presents a play. The Scarecrow.” Left: More Grade II Scarecrows.” Right: The Fourth Grade. Left: Grade II at play. Right: Grade II—Joan Dalrymplc. Thirza Jones. Sheila Strong, Esther Crosby. Cynthia Knoblauch. Helen Tearse. Stanley Brooks, Sylvia Tra er. Betty Claire Lee. Left: The Third Grade feeds pigeons in Loring Park. Right: Grade IV—standing. Maty Martin. Mary Nelson. Amy Belle Johnson. Joan Donaldson, Martha Struthers. Lucille Camp. Patricia Coan. Sitting. Jean Dunn, Eleanor Swanson. Patty Kennedy. Betty Kennedy, Ann Bowman. Mary Wur-telc. Getting Ready Well. said Johnny Woodchuck, it's about time we got ready for winter. Yes. I think so too. You had better start getting ready. replied his wife. We had better call the children and tell them about it. suggested Johnny. Tim-m-mee. Fatso, Redee, come here. Your father has something to tell you!” All right, we will be right there.” Children, your father and 1 are getting ready for winter. We must line the nest better with some soft leaves and grass. You children go out and gather them while your mother cooks a nice juicy grass salad. Now run along like good children. What else are we having for supper?” Now. Fatso, don't ask so many questions. Run along like a good boy and gather grass. That night Johnny said. Oh. look, come quick! It's snowing. Look! Look!” Well. said father. We're all ready for our winter’s sleep. (Yawn.) Oh. dear. said Fatso. I am so sleepy. He yawned too. I think I will go to sleep right now.” My goodness. Redee. you're so fat you can hardly walk. remarked mother. I'm glad that I am fat. Now I have plenty to live on in winter. I am going to bed right now! So am I. said Johnny. Me too. said Redee. Goodnight. Mother. Goodnight. Pop. Patsy Clifford. V. Sometimes I Imagine Sometimes I imagine: I'm a tiny, tiny fairy. With gauzy wings so very airy. Sometimes I imagine: I'm a tiny little elf. That jumps around all dressed in blue. Playing tricks on me and you. Sometimes I imagine: I'm a bluebird on high Flying, flying all over the sky. Sometimes 1 imagine: I'm a busy bumblebee Buzzing here, buzzing there. Gathering pollen everywhere. Sometimes I imagine: I'm everything except Myself. ANN WURTELE. V. The Coming of the Night The sun was setting in the west. And twilight was beginning. Atop a tree, the Whippoorwill His evening song was singing. The wind had ceased, and all was still. All nature was at rest. The stars had just begun to show. The birds were in their nest. From the distant forest. Came the hooting of an owl. And from the near-by meadow. The lowing of the cow. Thus the summer day So sweetly turns to night. All cares and toils are ended. And worries put to flight. Marilyn Eastman. VI Wash Day 'Tis the weather for pups to be dirty. Mine takes pleasure in digging a hole. The streets are all splashy and squirty. In puddles he just loves to roll. I have to go outside and chase him. He doesn't like baths in the least. But always is glad when it's over. Because then I give him a feast. T he smell of the soap is terrific. No wonder the fleas go away. But I think it will take the Pacific To get the dirt off him today. Splash' and he's out of the bath-tub. There’s water all over the floor. Catch him! Quick with a towel! Put him back in the soap-suds once more. But after the mess and the muddle. Before I can count up to ten. He'll be out and into a puddle. And it’s all to do over again. OLIVIA COAN. VI. LOWER SCHOOL ACTIVITIES FIRST GRADE:—In January the First Grade children brought their collection of dolls to school. Fifteen foreign countries were represented. They wrote the name of the country on each doll. Then the group invited the Kindergarten. Second. Third and Fourth Grades to the Exhibit. SECOND GRADE—The morning at Boulder Bridge Farm will long be remembered by the Second Grade Class. Seeing the lake, the swans, and the rock garden was fun but it is the model barns and the story of milk which have been referred to again and again during the year. Feeding the squirrels, the swans, and the ducks at Loring Park furnished material for several nature lessons. An unusual excursion enjoyed by the class was the one to see the glass blowers at Dayton's. A story in one of the reading books was made into a play called ‘ Jimmie Scarecrow. The children planned the scenes and the costumes and painted the scenery. The play was given in The Little Theater. with some of the elementary school as guests. THIRD GRADE—In connection with their study of Holland, the Third Grade entertained their friends, from the Kindergarten through the Fourth Grade, at a Dutch party. Each hostess was dressed in costume. After explaining their pictures, they served cocoa. Edam cheese and crackers to their guests. The tulip bulbs which had been planted in September and cared for by each child, formed a pretty display of colored blossoms. The Third Grade has had some interesting excursions. Some of the trips have been to a fire barn, to the Northeast Neighborhood House, and to sec the glass blowers at Dayton’s. FOURTH GRADE—Brownie activities have again been a source of great interest and pleasure to the Fourth Grade. Outstanding were the initiation of new members, the fall picnic at Glenwood, and the preparation of Christmas packages for children at Glen Lake. Don't forget your skates was the admonition often heard the day before Brownie meeting or gymnasium days. A visit to the Great Northern and Milwaukee depots and a tour of the 400 were included in the activities connected with a transportation project. FIFTH GRADE—The Fifth Grade has spent a very busy year. Our first large undertaking was to prepare a Columbus Day program for the entire school. We chose to write an original play. We have visited the Art Institute to study the Egyptian exhibit. From time to time we have made interesting sand table displays, showing our work in Social Studies—prehistoric life and a parade of the men of the ages past being the best. Every Friday our Poetry Club meets, and we read and discuss poetry or give poems we have memorized or write original poetry. From this work grew our program featuring Eugene Field’s poetry. SIXTH GRADE—We have done many things in Girl Scouts this past year. Last year, near the end of school the Scouts had a dog show and a stuffed animal show. All the people that could brought dogs or stuffed animals. We did this to earn money for the troop because it did not have enough money. Also this Christmas we brought our old toys to school and fixed them up if any of them were broken or something was wrong with them. Then we sent them to different settlement houses. This year we gave money to the Red Cross to help in the flood. This year we are having another animal show, not only dogs, but birds, cats, fishes, etc. When school begins again in the fall we arc going to have a three ring circus with horses and many other things. We will probably do many more things, too. before the year is over. Jessica Driscoll. VI. 52 ☆ SPRING PLANTING (With upologiet to the liou'er which came up) With the advent of March winds and April shower . invariably I become affected by the spring to such an extent that I decide to try to grow another garden. I feel that the fact that I try again, year after year, each time with an equal lack of success, proves that 1 have a profound love of flowers. I can't help wish thit the flowers I love were those that 1 grew instead of those I see in greenhouses, however. Last spring the spirit once more moved me to try spring planting. And so. with a garden in mind. I started out. This time I was armed with a brand new. red gardening set which boasted a guarantee. It was this guarantee which attracted me. for it read, in part - With the use of these tools, the little gardener cannot fail to have a garden envied by es'eryone. Prom past experience I should have known better, but as 1 didn't. I proceeded with my plans, which consisted of buying seeds and finding a place to make a garden. As I went hummingly about this work, a picture began to form in my mind. I saw a beautiful garden, about which were grouped several awestruck, unbelieving people. Each was seeking in vain to find words in his s-ocabulary to express the delights he found in looking at the garden—my garden. I was in the picture. too. blushing proudly at the praise, and saying, in answer to the compliments. Oh. really’ It was no work at all. I just did the planting, and the flowers did the rest of the work themselves. Rather amazing, isn't it? Having given the flowers all the credit. I would have to add. on mv own behalf. I did have to do a little weeding now and then, and weeding is quite backbreaking. But I suppose a broken back is a small price to pay for thit. ' But as I began to work on my real garden. I realized that, though that mental picture hid not left out the weeding phase, it had neglected a most important part of gardening—the work of planting. To begin with, the gardener looks carefully at the pictures of the finished product which are so ostentatiously displayed on the various packets. This is to decide which colors go best together. Little docs the amateur know that the seeds, when grown, do not look like their portraits, anyway. Having decided which seeds were to go in which row. I took my trowel and began to dig. I thought I had followed the directions most carefully, but I'm afraid I wasted a great deal of effort in spending two hours digging. My seeds were finally planted, but were planted so deeply that they never showed their faces above the ground. I must make an exception to that statement, however, for there was one flower, a stray petunia which had fallen out of its package and planted itself, which showed up. I can't say that I considered this one plant enough reward for my efforts, but nevertheless. I kept faithful watch over it. After all. this was the first time in my experience with gardens that I had had even moderate success. So. for over a month I conscientiously watered my garden in its one glory. Then came the sad day when I got the leaves wet while the sun was shining. The little plant began to curl up. and soon I had said goodbye to my bloomlcss petunia. This was last year. Now a new spring is approaching. And with the coming of the sun and rain. I will begin to think about this year's spring planting. Who knows, perhaps two plants will come up and bloom. Or more probably. I will resort to growing radishes. I hear that they always oblige. Beth’ King. XII. First Prize. Tatler Prose Contest—Grades X. XL XII. A LESSON FROM THE GERMANS In Kindergarten I was taught love and respect for the American flag. In the First Grade 1 learned and recited the pledge of allegiance to the flag. But it was not until last summer that I found out what the flag really meant. I had been in Europe almost two months by the time I reached Berlin. I was honestly lonesome for American people. American customs and the American language. On the opening day of the Olympic Games there was a huge procession. Something like fifty-eight countries were represented by their finest athletes Heading the group of Olympian representatives from each country was a flag bearer. The whole spectacle thrilled me through and through, but when the American flag, followed by more than one hundred real American people came into view. I was too moved to speak. I was so overjoyed at seeing that flag that I had to swallow hard to suppress the lump that rose in my throat. I am sure that many other Americans were discovering for the first time what their flag and their country realty meant to them. From the moment I stepped foot in Germany until I left the German boat in New York. I was acutely conscious of the intense patriotism of the German people. Out of almost every window in almost every.house in the country hung a German flag. It is true that there was a special occasion, that people hung those flags then because of the Olympic Games, but there was another reason for the eager display of those black and red rectangles That was the German flag, the sign of their country, and those people loved their country. They were glad for a chance to prove their love. They were proud of their country and proud of their love for it. They were proud of their leader. Adolph Hitler, and they loved him for the great good he had done their country. The Germans respected other countries' flags, but they loved their own. One of the most impressive moments of my whole trip was seeing the thousands and thousands of arms raised in tribute to the German flag and nation and hearing the thousands and thousands of voices singing that inspiring German hymn. DeuluhlanJ uber Altet. I think one of the first things foreigners must notice when they come to America is the lack of that love. Every man is for himself and if patriotism stands in the way of his financial success he must discard his patriotism. Many citizens of the United States show no respect at all for their flag. They do not stand or remove their hats when it passes. It never occurs to them that thev should. They forgot the pledge of allegiance to the flag on the day they graduated from grade school. It is hard for them to realize how great those stars and stripes are. I had to go to Germany to learn to love truly the American flag. Alice Lyman. XI. Honorable Mention. Taller Prose Contest—Grades X. XI. XII. A GROUP OF POEMS By BETTY ALLYN WALTZ. Grade VIII Aicarded lint prize in the Tatler Poetry Competition MY TREE Beautiful, tall, and lovely tree. Watching ship come in from sea — Where would you go if you could walk? What would you say if you could talk? I.ovcly. tall, but lonely tree. Watching ships come in from sea. Shivering and moaning the whole night long. F illing the air with your eerie song. Tall, lone tree high over tlx sea. I wish I could sec the things you see. NIGHT Oh peaceful night—oh shadowy queen Who rules in the realm of deepest shade. Thy throne built on the heaven’s arch. Thy crown from bright stars made, Oh peaceful night. Oh shadowy queen. In the tip of thy sceptre The moon doth beam. When your velvety curtain Of shade's unfurled. You bring sweet peace To a tired world. Oh night, a queen of stars and moon. You change to daylight all too soon. MY HOUSE Down in a valley covered with grass Very near to a mountain pass. Is a little hut with a turning vine. And I have claimed this house for mine. 1 found it by chance on a pleasure ride. It looked as though 'twere trying to hide From every bit of human life. From human cares and useless strife. I am not old. but I say with a sigh. 'Tis in this place I wish to die. PASSING DAYS As I sit by my window on an October morn. As the autumn leaves from the trees arc torn. And breathe the air of the crisp autumn day I think of the summer that has passed away. I think of the bleak winter days ahead. And what 'twill be like when the leaves are dead. And wish that such a thing could be. As a door of seasons and that I had the key. GOOD ADVICE Little silvery raindrops. Hitting my window pane. Are you trying to get in That you knock again and again? Poor little lonely raindrops. You could come inside, If first I took a bath towel. And you let yourself be dried. THE EVENING DRESS The collar's too wide and the waist is too long: The sash should be white and the length is all wrong. Oh. gee. you know I look awful in yellow. And tonight I'm to meet an important fellow' He's way from New York if you know what I mean - -He's rich, and—oh' just look at that seam! What? You say I wear this or I don't go at all? Oh. gee. mother. I don't like to call You mean or anything naughty like that, but oh— This dress does make me look fat. One more word and I don't go tonight? Sure. I'll wear it and I'll look all right. HILLCREST I rode today on a hillcrcst. And the world around was spring. My horse was a wild young chestnut. With the eyes of a prisoned thing. The sky was blue o'er the hillcrcst With the wild clouds whipping by. The hills were purple and golden. The lakes as blue as the sky. The winds blew on the hillcrcst. And I turned the marc to the wind. 1 leaned in the saddle, and touching her flank. We left the world behind. 1 forgot the dusty cities With all their sorrow and care. And all that 1 knew existed Were I and the chestnut mare. Joan Balfour Payne. VII. Awarded honorable mention in the Taller Poetry Competition. MY DREAM HORSE I’ve stabled my dream horse In my savings account Until it grows big enough For me to mount. For oats in his bin I keep dollars and dimes. Saving and wishing For horse-back times. Now looking ahead To a bright, happy day. I fancy I'm riding My dream horse so gay! I'm cantering over A smooth bridle path. Happily forgetting Hard problems in Math.” I'll forget all my French As I ride mon chcval. I'll banish my English Exams. tests, and all. So. I ll trot merrily. (jay on my way. Playing and hoping My dream horse will stay! Mary Sutherland. Vll. Awarded honorable mention in the Tatler Poetry Competition. ☆ 57 THE CALAMITY The telephone of Curry. Rivenburg. McCarthy and Jones jangled rclaxedly. The Messrs. Curry. Rivenburg. McCarthy and Jones rose simultaneously and pounced upon the clamorcr. “This is Mr. Jones of Curry. Rivenhurg. McCarthy and Jones speaking, gasped the personable young victor of that plunge. “What! “How? “He what? “Swallowed a safety pin! “Yes. darling.” “Did you try shaking him upside down?” “You don't want to tick him? “Oh. you don't want to prick him. What! Did you say prick him? Is it open?” “Yes. darling. I'll be right home. Whirling around on those words Mr. Jones grabbed his hat. jammed it on determinedly, and dashed out. followed by the bewildered gazes of Mr. Curry. Mr. Rivcnburg and Mr. McCarthy. He caught onto the back rail of a rapidly departing Fifth Street bus and stood impatiently until he reached his station. Upon arriving there he dashed off with such haste that he forgot to pay the conductor: consequently he had to hurry back. pay. and then rush off again. He made a record dash to his front door. It was opened instantly by his distraught young wife. Tommy seems to be delirious. she sobbed on a prickly but soothing shoulder. “He says he’s swallowed safety pins and things lots of times. And he won't go to bed: he just sits in his chair and keeps on coughing and mumbling softly to himself. I can't understand him. There she shed a few soft tears. “There now. honey. I'll go up and see if I can't fix him. I think I know what's wrong. comforted Henry Jones. You're too upset: you just lie down in here a minute and rest. I’ll be right back. Go on. darlin'!” Then with a baleful frown Mr. Jones stamped upstairs. “Thomas Jefferson Jones. he called, “come here.” Sidling from behind the door, a grimy young pirate approached him. “What do you mean, you young rascal, worrying your mother and father so? There was a long, uncomfortable silence. Well? said Mr. Jones. Still more silence. “What is the matter with you. son? In reply the blushing young pirate pointed to bis throat. “Now. Tommy. blared Mr. Jones, you may be able to fool your mother, but I know this is just a boyish trick. If you tell the truth your punishment will be lighter. I know you can talk: your mother told me that it was you who had swallowed the safety pin. so answer me. what is the meaning of this? Tommy’s toe traced the pattern of the rug. as he twisted his face into the strangest contortions, but he was not able to hold back a rebel tear. Why. Tommy.” said Mr. Jones more gently, what is it? Tommy pointed to his throat and a rain of tears dribbled down his dirty face, leaving white paths on his checks and stubby nose. Oh. he's his dad's boy. aren't you Blackhand. comforted Mr. Jones in a rather unmannish way. “I guess that safety pin slipped. Well, we'll see that it's slipped right out of your windpipe, won't we. son? And father and son trudged downstairs arm in arm. A few minutes later the Joneses were on their worried way to the hospital. They had to wait only a minute for the round and jolly little doctor. Und vhat haf we here? he beamed as he bounced in. Ach. a little boy. und vhat a little boy. dressed up joost like a pir-r-ratc. Vhat hass he dc madder vit him. so healthy looking like he iss?” “Oh. Doctor Gcssler. he's swallowed an open safety pin. He can't even talk. wailed Mrs. Jones. So? Veil dat iss not good. Come und vc vill haf a look at it. he said happily. Then the rotund little doctor led them into an adjoining room. In this room was a massive steel fluoroscopc with a screen near it. Come now. mine little pirrrate. und stand joost here, so. said the doctor, placing little Tommy in front of the screen. Then Dr. Gcssler turned out the lights. Out of the darkness there jumped the picture of a skeleton. Look. said Dr. Gcssler. pointing to its throat. There lay a large open safety pin about half way down. Ach. mine Gott. und look at dat! gasped Dr. Gessler. pointing to the stomach. “Oh. sighed Mrs. Jones, then fainted. Good Lord! groaned Mr. Jones. In Tommy's stomach lay another open safety pin. a small nail, two screws, a tack, and a toy whistle. Amy Camp. IX. Awarded first prize in the Tatlcr Prose Competition. Grades VII. VIII. IX. FATHER NEEDS HELP Here. sir. where d'ya wane the beds put' ’ Mr. Brown, the head of the house, replied: Put them in this bedroom. You needn't stay. I'll put them up myself. This sentence was accompanied with a slight inflation of the chest, in order to show these two men that he. Mr. Brown, was quite capable of doing even strenuous manual labor. The man spoken to respectfully answered. Yes. sir! but as he went out of the door, said to his partner. Well. Bill, ya heard what he said. I'll match two-bits with ya that the old guy'll be hollerin' for us inside o' two hours. I wouldn't bet' said the other. Back in the house, the family had doubtfully gathered around Papa, who was masterfully saying. Of course I can do it! You just wait and see. Now. some one bring me the hammer, just in case I should need it. Hurry up! I have other work to do besides this. Sister went after the hammer, and Papa, deciding that he ought to dress the part, went to change his clothes. In about ten minutes he reappeared in a disreputable, gray pair of pants, and a faded green ssveater decorated with several blobs of paint. The family gathered once more to watch Papa put up the two walnut beds. He started giving orders as if he were the general, marshaling his forces. Now everybody stay out of the way. Is the hammer here? Put that darn dog outside. Papa attempted to hold up the bottom of the bed and at the same time to slide the stretcher into the grooves on the footboard. Finally realizing that he didn't have enough hands for the task. Papa ordered his son. Dick, to hold the footboard. Dick immediately responded and reached out for the part. Papa thought Dick had a secure hold so he let go. The footboard fell with a crash. This was just the beginning of all the difficulty. Instantly, several hands reached out for the piece and each one. thinking the other fellow held it. removed his hands The footboard clattered again to the floor. Papa was. by this time, really irritated. My gosh, if you folks can’t even hold a board without droppin’ it you’d better not try. Several meek apologies were audible and papa continued: Well, my stars! Don’t stand there like ninnies! Pick up the board’ Pick up the board! Dick firmly grasped the piece this time and Papa fiercely tried to jab the stretcher into its groove. After several unsuccessful attempts on his part. Mama mildly suggested. Perhaps if you tried the other end—? Papa turned on her. That was just what I was going to do. He tried the other end. It worked! The other stretchers also went in after a little coaxing. Papa was jubilant! Manly perspiration was coursing down his brow by this time so he removed his sweater and revealed a very frayed and much worn, light blue shirt. The next thing is to get the headboard in place. Now. Dick, you hold the footboard and Sister, you hold the headboard while I try to get this stretcher into this groove. These maneuvers were executed, but the idea didn't seem to work. This was because of some flaw in the making of the darn thing ! Papa growled at Mama. Why don't you see if the beds are all right before you buy them? Why don’t.............? He became suddenly silent for he just remembered that he had been with her at the time of the purchase. He attempted to join the two parts once more. It was the moving van people’s fault now. They had given him the wrong parts. The more he thought about it. the surer he was of this fact. Honey.” said he. would you call that darn moving place and tell those men to come back here? As soon as the two men were notified, they started out. Well. Bill. I guess I called it. It's just an hour. Why do they always think they know everything?” asked one of them. 1 don’t know. When the two arrived, a very disheveled man met them. Papa led them to the beds and slyly watched them. Within five minutes both beds were put together and in their right places. Papa trying to think up excuses all the while. As the two men closed the door behind them, they heard Papa’s voice, explaining just why he hadn’t been able to match the parts. “You see. it's this way. . . .' El.IZABF.TH KEATING. IX. Honorable Mention. Taller Prose Competition. Grades VII. VIII. IX. FIRST FOR BOTH Oh! Would the telephone never ring? Barbara thought anxiously. She was dying to tell Jane about the simply scrumptious boy who had moved in the next block about two months before. He lived in the most beautiful mansion and possessed about five cars. The whole neighborhood was buzzing about him. No one had met him. but they had caught fleeting glimpses of him and he was said to be extremely good-looking. That is. nobody had met him except Barbara. She had met him the night before at a party and he was simply divine. He was very tall, towering above everyone, with dark, naturally wavy hair, blue eyes, a bewitching smile, and dressed like a drawing in men’s fashions in Esquire.” Barbara had never liked boys. but. she admitted to herself, he was different and a perfect gentleman. His name was Dick Carney. Jr., and he had paid a great deal of attention to her. Finally «omeone answered the telephone and. to Barbara's great disaopointment Jane was not at home. She knew Jane would have been interested. Why was it that everyone was always out ju«t when something exciting happened. Well. Barbara could tell her later. . . . What' Oh no' It couldn't be. Oh dear! What should she do. Barbara thought wildly as she saw coming towards her Dick Carney himself. It was too late now for he had seen her and was grinning broadly. She gulped once or twice and could feel her face getting redder and redder. Of all the places to meet him. on the way to the drug store. Well, she'd have to go through with ir. Dick was wearing a football suit. and. as he passed, took off his helmet and said amiably. Well, and how are you this fine day?” Barbara gulped and managed to yell a hoarse Fine, thank you” at him. Whew! That was over. So he was going to play football? Maybe he was going to play on the vacant lot directly across the street. Boy! What luck! She'd have to hurry now. so she could watch from behind the Venetian blinds in her mother's dressing room. He was probably a svonderful player. He couldn't be anything else, she mused as she turned toward home. Now she mustn't go too fast, for it might not look so good. Two months later. Tuesday evening. It got dark too quickly. Barbara pondered as she peered out from her hiding place into the darkness. Her head ducked in again just as quickly for she could hear someone approaching. She was playing Cops and Robbers and the boys were supposed to find the girls. She and Jane had gone off together, but Jane suddenly disappeared and she had hidden herself in the back porch of the Clark's house behind the door. It was quite chilly, especially on the cold stone steps. The stranger approached the porch. He looked carefully in. and was about to go when he suddenly remembered to look behind the door. Barbara thought he had gone and her mouth popped open as though she were yawning when the door, which she was holding on to. was furiously jerked away from her. She was more stattled when she looked up and saw Dick smiling down at her. He laughed and said. So. young lady, you thought I wouldn't look behind the door, eh? Well, you'd better come along, and don't try any funny stuff either.” With that he jabbed a gun in her back and she went along willingly. As they approached headquarters he shouted. Hey, fellows. I've got her. Everyone came running. Barbara was surprised to find she was the last one caught and she grew very red when Jane and the others began teasing her. pointing at her and shouting in sing-songy fashion. Babs loves Dick. She never knew a good friend could be as wicked as Jane. There had been the time when she was at Jane's and she and two others had locked the door and then held her while they called up Dick and told him hosv ca-razy Barbara was about him and made her talk to him. Then, on other nights they svould call him and pretend they were she. saying many things to embarrass her. One night when she was at Dick's house, and naturally trying to make an impression on his parents, they all wrote such embarrassing things as Barbara los'es Dick all over the side of the house by the side entrance, and shouted it so loudly none could keep from hearing. Barbara was s’ery angry, and chased them all o ’er the lawn much to their delight. The last straw was when the neighborhood sent Dick a very preposterous s'alentine supposedly from her. She'd taken a beating from the neighborhood and her classmates all right. Es’cn her own family made sport of her. Her humiliation was beyond description. She knew he probably detested her which didn't improve her feelings. Barbara for once paid little attention to their impertinent remarks and had gotten her bicycle and was about to ride off when Dick came toward her. Here.” he said, let me ride home with you. Say! That's some bike you've got there. Is it new ? Oh no. I've had it for several months. she replied hastily. Good. May 1 try it? It's fun trying to stand on the seat. Heavens! Barbara thought fearfully, my poor bike. By the time he gets through with it. it’ll be ready for the junkpile. Meanwhile Dick had gone out to the street and was now skillfully balancing himself on the handlebars. Barbara was very uneasy as she watched him try many other tricks. Then he got up on the seat and tried to balance himself. He stayed up a split second. Then the bicycle wobbled and fell crashing over with a thud, Dick falling on his face. He lay motionless. Barbara screamed. Oh Dick! Arc you hurt?” She rushed over and knelt down FIRST FOR BOTH beside him expecting: him to be dead or dying. Her white face slowly became red as he opened one eye and winked at her. his eyes twinkling with amusement, then he jumped up with a sardonic smile and grinned at her as though to say Phooev! What cry-babies girls are!” But his manner changed quickly and he picked up her bicycle amiably apologizing for his rough treatment. They walked the rest of the way. Dick pushing her bike along beside him. When they reached her driveway he plopped himself on the lawn and began chattering in his usual slow drawl. When he had gone Barbara rushed into the house, happy that he had paid so much attention to her. She just had to tell somebody about it so she called Jane and poured out. in great detail, everything he said and did. But she was even more excited when Jane told her about the party she was giving that Saturday night. Her escort was to be Dick. Then Barbara, after bathing and putting up her hair, climbed into bed. her mind a mass of thoughts, figuring out just what she would say and do on that evening. Saturday evening. Would he never come.7 He was twenty minutes late already. Barbara meditated, her pretty brow covered with a frown. She had on a white satin evening gown billowing over a hooped skirt. A tiny, delicate, three-string pearl necklace gleamed between the voluminous folds of the puffed sleeves. The satin was sewn together in various parts of the skirt, so that they looked like tiny rose-buds. She was standing at the window when a large car came along the dris c. She waved, and with her mother's voice ringing in her ears rushed out. Dick was full of apologies and after he had complimented her upon her perfectly breath-taking beauty, she was no longer angry. They arrived fifteen minutes late which made them very conspicuous. The place was alive with people, very attractive girls and nice-looking boys. Barbara was greatly disturbed when she found that Dick was not to sit with her. He was on the opposite side about three seats down. There were two nice enough boys on either side of her. and although she tried to be sociable, she failed, for her eyes and thoughts were completely on Dick. Everything she had planned was to no avail and whatever it was he was saying to the girl next to him she was certainly seeming to enjoy. He acted very interested in her and did not once look at Barbara or anyone else at the table for that matter. Soon it became very obvious and everyone began talking in low whispers, for it was a known fact about Barbara and Dick. Barbara managed to struggle through the dinner and after a half hour they all crowded into the large reception room. Everyone noticed Barbara's dejected expression, and some ironic girls would come up and say. “Oh. Barbara, you'd better be careful. Dick’s pretty interested in that girl. The wicked old cats' Barbara thought viciously. I wish they’d mind their own business. She was very popular with the other boys, but she did not notice them, could not even remember their names, so busy was she watching Dick bobbing out here and there amongst th: crowd. Later in the evening he danced with her once, probably thinking it was his duty. Barbara thought with nauseating fear. He was nice enough but with an unkind indifference. Barbara felt ill and after a few more dances she rushed from the room. She was about to go into iIk living-room when she was stopped by some voices. Well' she couldn't go in there She was about to go when she recognized one of the voices. They were talking quite softly. Barbaia tiptoed closer so that she could hear more clearly. That’s a lovely dress you're wearing. Peg. do you know it? (Her response was too low for Barbara to hear.) But what's in it is much nicer.” It slowly and with a sickening thud began to dawn on Barbara how familiar those words were, and after listening a few minutes more she quickly gathered up her skirts and made for the stairs. She threw on her coat and ran for the door, faintly hearing someone remark as she flew past. Well, did you see that! It w as good to get out in the cold crisp air. She walked swifMy along, a lump in her throat, her mind working like a sawmill. Boys were awful. They couldn't be trusted further than you could throw a piano. They no sooner got you thinking they were at least fairly decent, when they brought out their true colors when your back was turned. She might have known. She'd always detested boys, and now she hated them even more. For two cents she could have torn his eyes out. And what a line! He no sooner finished complimenting her than he turned around and said the same thing to the next girl who'd listen to him. He was nothing but a good-for-nothing flirt. Well, she'd had her lesson. There weren't any good points in boys. They were all alike. Barbara's pride slowly healed as she neared home and turned in at the drive. Poor Peg! Falling for that' Barbara thought pensively as she opened the door. He had been her first beau but he would also be her last, she promised herself as she went into the library to tell her parents the party had let out svry early. Ann Overman. IX. LOOKING AHEAD Will America's juvenile sophisticates ever tire of the “ragtime days or the “Kid Kan Kurler period: or shall we. those privileged with sixth row chapel seats, have to stare indefinitely at drowsy, morning-aftcr-thenight-before curls, lazily drooping down toward a blue serge shoulder? Shall we (still privileged) watch fingers creep stealthily around a left ear. and endearingly coax a tiny barrel roll back into military formation! After five years of scientific research I have arrived at various conclusions concerning the chapel curl coaxer. There are certain marked symptoms that aid in diagnosis. These are mainly: I. Plateau locktwisting. This has a limited number of followers, but those indulging acquire a zest seldom outdone. A forefinger is inserted under a pigtail size lock. The upper finger from the tip to the second joint then loops over this and continues on its circuitous journey, barber pole fashion, until the Corky Coiffure is attained. The patient must perfect this before beginning another. 2. Herring boning. This is accomplished by a downward and sideward pressure of the pilot and index fingers on the straying lock. This results in a deep, swirling furrow topped by a crisp crust. 3. The Shcafcr is the segregation of curl length and short hairs in taffy-twist size stranJs. These are singly pulled perpendicular to the scalp and then smoothed down over the other side of the head. After a great deal of poking and petting about half a dozen of these slowly rise to a forty-five degree angle and the art of the “Coif Conical has been mastered. Warning: For a light and fluffy result the curls must rise slowly. (Analysis has proved that this is a symptom of a more advanced case of the frailty in question. For many hundreds of years this has been hereditary in certain of the Zulu tribes, and the result is most dire.) 4. The Fuzz Fork. There are those who are afflicted with bangs. A nervous reaction to this disability is running the fingers through the projecting hair. The ensuing froth is meticulously separated into minute coil springs, and then firmly pressed to the forehead. Psychiatry has proved that the patient has hallucinations concerning her Dietrich like demeanor. No. I fear the wind-blown days are over, that glamour lies in a variety of corkscrew like twists and the Victorian success of fringe. Corinnk thrall. XII. 62 ☆ Une Nuit d'ete Une nuit d'ete est si belle. Que ce soit cn ville ou a la campagnc. N'importe. Mon idee du bonheur e'est de faire un tour u jardin. Les fleurs toutes epanouies. les coquelicots. les roses, les iris, les lis. les muguets degagent un doux parfum qui m'etourdit presque. Quand je vois unc telle beaute. je realise les merveilles de Dieu et du mondc qu'il a cree. Qu'il fait bon de vivre ainsi en plein air! II y a aussi des sons dans la nuit—le froissement des arbres. le cri d un oiseau de nuit. le croassement d'une grenouille. le ert-eri d'un grillon. le hou-hou de la chouette et le vent—le son mysterieux du vent. Tous ccs sons savants qui resscmblent a la magie et qui sont effrayants quelquefois. J’aime surtout contemplcr le ciel—il apparait liquidc—il est constelle detoiles et le clair de lune donne a la terre et aux toits une teinte argentee. Je suis heureuse. Tout est si beau que j'oublie mes peines. I.e ciel est si grand et je me sens si petite! Mes affaires semblcnt si pu riles. Je pense que tout le mondc peut etre heureux si on peut apprecicr la nature. Leslie Flannery. XII. Mes Reveries Quand je suis assise devant le feu Je pense a tout cc que je peux etre. Je reve aux temps passes, un pcu. Et a tout ce que j'ai pu avoir M. Jc veux dire que la vie future tient Si je serai une femme grande ou mediocre Si je voyagerai ou resterai chez moi. Bicn. Ccla m'est egal. je sais que je l'aimcrai Peggy Patton. Grade XII. Le Vent et moi Le vent hurlc a travers la forct Et danse avec joie comme beaucoup de fees. II descend pour baisscr les fleurs jolies. Et personne ne comprend ce qu'il leur dit. Je veux etre heureuse comme Ic vent. Et je chante quand je tras'aille dans ma maison. Mais la monotonie me fait grogner Quand ma mere me demande de faire quelque chose S’il vous plait . . . Oh! je veux etre comme le vent! Paisley Ann woodrich. Grade xil. Lc Printemps Maintenant. dans la campagnc Les petits arbres montrent leurs feuilles Et les cntr'ouvrent au soleil clair. Le printemps est venu . . . Et. toutes les fleurs passent Leurs teles a travers I'hcrbe Pour revoir encore, le ciel bleu Et les blancs nuages Apres leur long repos! Les fleurs salucnt joycusemcnt les jours chauds. Et nous, nous les saiuons . . . Le printemps est venu. . . . GRACE TULLY. Grade XII. GONE WITH THE WAR Smoke flowed from soot-frosted stacks and inundated the city with grey, suffocating waves. A gust of almost spent wind swept a newspaper fragment from the gutter upon the curb. Gavin stooped to snatch it from the air tide and paused to read the lines: A country cannot go to war.” War! He had never adjusted himself since that armistice. People thought a man went to war. shot a Hun. and came home. Things just didn't go that way. A fellow couldn't march from the schoolroom to the front, shoulder a bayonet and shoot some poor son-of-a-gun. watch him kick the dirt and yell at the pain of the biting shot, shoulder his gun again, climb a barbed wire fence hung with human bodies out to dry. and come back to life and sunlight and know how to act. There wasn’t any release from the thing. Faces weren’t faces: they were masks, and men only wore their faces in war. He hadn’t managed since the war. Life wasn't dear: it was only plenty cheap. People nowadays went crazy over peace. They preached patriotism and peace in one sentence—that was right. A man might fight for his acre of land, but what of his family? Other people s troubles weren’t big enough to help unravel. War caught people in a cheeseless trap and broke the backbone of a nation. Gavin's head whirled (no bread today). His fingers relaxed their grip on the paper. It fluttered down to the pavement, inhaled a great billow of wind and sailed down the street. Dust eddied around the tin cup and pelted the brick wall. Mr. Howe’s coat was sheathed with shimmering dirt. Pencils, pencils. Caught by a miniature whirlwind a newspaper was sucked into the lit and whipped against the wall: it spread its wings and clung there for momentary escape from the relentless wind. The old man's eyes were attracted to the lines: Value of peace. War peace. The world was beginning to see the catch in war—about time. Mr. Howe thought back to the day—Armistice it was. when he had lain in Rhcims dreaming of a golden Nancy, embracing her with arms he had not. That was a good many years ago. He'd soon gotten used to doing for himself. He had gone back to the school and had led boys in the duty-loyal Aeneas wake. But they weren't the boys he had known before. And the lines were different. Arma. virum que cano. Where was the fence, the feeling he and the Latin twelves had read into that line. The school was decent about it. but after all he did have a certain handicap in spite of the page turner the boys had rigged up. Never could tell where one was going to end up. He watched the parade of faces day after day. There were discontented and fearful faces, but few were savage. Should the discontent be erased from life, there would arise a nation smooth of brow and calm of temperament. Men talked of peace in terms of war. When they forgot war they had achieved peace. The men who had been to the front were those who could judge the robbery of war. and who could place a selling price on peace. The price might be as high as the public's demand for the commodity forced it. The original price of peace was low with little additional expense of upkeep—pencils were cheap. Pencils, pencils.” A blast tore a newspaper from its resting place against a brick wall, the paper skated over the sidewalk and collided with well tailored trouser cuffs. 64 ☆ GONE WITH THE WAR Anthony stooped to free himself and unconsciously his eyes scanned the print. What-ho. it was a sheet from his paper, and there in black and white was one of his editorials. Armistice Day that was. He remembered writing it. about peace. God. if men would but put aside war and massacre and begin to civilize their souls rather than their material life. Politicians promote peace in peaceful times, but when the hearts of men grow bitter and they long to avenge their injustices, a war program wins votes. One vote in the box was worth two bodies on a battlefield. To establish a peace regime, politicians would have to turn to administration rather than politics. Their political tactics would have to change to diplomatic tactics. His thoughts broke into sound. Oh well. I guess man is an essentially warring being. Wonder what I wrote on Armistice. ’ He strolled to a nearby fence, and leaning his elbow against an iron picket he read his editorial of three days ago: The Romans gained their empire by marching phalanx to phalanx against their enemies. The European barbarians raided France. Germany and Italy in guerilla warfare and conquered their empire. England overwhelmed a Spanish fleet and pervaded North America. The colonies freed themselves in death at Yorktown. and the descendants of those colonists fought, divided, drawing the Mason-Dixon line in blood. Finally, the nations of the world met on the farmlands of France to surplant the grains with a harvest of broken men and broken souls. With the past thus confronting us we face peace. We demand peace, escape from wholesale slavery of men to death or torture. Mothers quake when Billys march to fife and drum and .n baby lisping shout. Give me liberty or give me death! Fathers hesitantly acquiesce to the more grown Billys plea that they go to a military school. Billy thinks of the handsome uniforms and the general impression on the female heart: fathers think of torn faces and unhinged minds. Our generation knows the s’alue of peace, but we shall not linger here long, and none but our children are left to bear our peace torch. Should we not therefore, infuse their hearts with the glory of peace rather than war? True, an entirely inverted mechanism of education would need to be instituted. Hannibal and Napoleon, notable generals, would become notorious generals and their virtues dimmed by Alexander the First and Mcttcrnich. The advanced formation of Aminondes and Washington s strategic retreat would pale before the waiting game of Pericles, who hoped the flame of hatred would burn out with time The great wars of history would give place to the periods of quiet, the Pax Romana; and the honour of the peace loving man would replace the valor of the warrior. Arc we not belligerent in our demand for peace? Each of us should not seek it from others but find it within. Every man. woman and child should feel peaceful in his heart, for is not a national sympathy only the reflection of the individual's belief? A country cannot go to war: it is the people who war. and if a people strong, tolerant, and brave face war with peace there shall be no fighting. Today each nation of the world has its own enigma to solve. Economic and social differences lead to the peace-threatening difference, politics. Yet every nation has a common bond: preceding generations that died for a common cause. Would it not be well for the next generation to look back upon this era. and singly and jointly realize, that, wete they Chinese. Spanish. Negro or American, their preceding generation lived for a common cause—peace? corinne Thrall, xii. ☆ 65 TWO-THIRTY TO SIX Friday afternoon is always the climax of the week. It is the beginning of two days of freedom after five days of slavery. Mv whole week is lived through in the anticipation of Friday, and I try to make it a marvelous and carefree time. Some girls have their hair done, but I don't. Just to think of a perfect afternoon spent under the drier reading old movie magazines sickens me. Some girls go to a movie, but I don't. It just means more sitting after I have already sat in school all week and. besides, you can see a movie tonight or tomorrow. I like the feeling of being free and I make use of it. As soon as the bell rings at two-thirty 1 pull on my coat and grab my books. If my name has been read on the tardy list I put my head in the door of room twenty and tell the teacher there that I will be back the next morning at nine. What difference does it make if I have to come back tomorrow? I can forget it now and the present is what counts. And oh the joyous freedom of those week-ends when I have not been tardy! As I swing down the hall, the early morning dashes seem to have given me a rich regard in a whole free weekend! Then I tear down the steps and I'm out. While fishing in my pocket for my keys I plow through the snow to the car in which I find a goodly portion of the junior class awaiting my arrival. Where to? 1 get various answers, places ranging from Dayton's to Minnehaha Parkway, but everyone gets a ride today because I have a tank full of gas and 1 am in a good mood. Finally the car is emptied except for one or two girls who. like myself, don't care what they do or where they go. Shall we go skiing? It would only take us a few minutes to get into our togs and pile our skis in the back scat. And while we feel so energetic Wyman Smith is giving lessons to Northrop-ilcs at Glenwood. or is that too schoolish? That made me a little cold. Let’s go to the Minneapolis Club and watch a swimming meet. They always put me in a very summery mood on a wintry day. Perhaps we could go to a hockey game at the arena now. It's not cold there and yet you have the ice to give you the chilly effect. Fm hungry. Shall we go to the drug store and get a soda? It's cheaper to raid the ice-box and Glurk's always have something good to eat. I'm tired of running from place to place so let's stay at Gluck's awhile. Wc can get in a few rows of knitting as we chat and listen to the new records before going home to get dressed for dinner. Well, perhaps it wasn't a perfect P. M. to you. but it gave me exercise, excitement, fun. and food, which is all I can ask from one tired Friday afternoon. Margaret Youngquist. Grade xi. ☆ B. KING. MASTER SOAP CARVER There is something about carving in soap which leaves me with a dissatisfied feeling when I've finished. When I'm done, there is an inevitable little pile of soap flakes, but never anything else to show for my pains. Perhaps that is what ends my enthusiasm each time. And yet. no matter how many times the same thing happens to me. I go back for more punishment-punishment. usually in the form of defeat. Every month or so I find myself in a mood which seems to say to me. What you should Jo is to try your skill once more at soap carving. And because I always let this mood dictate to me. I can at such times be found sitting on some newspapers which have been put on the floor to case the minds of those who would rather not have soap on the carpet. Of course the newspapers don't serve their purpose, but it's the idea behind it that counts. As I am sitting there on the floor, a carving knife in one hand. I gaze at my cake of Ivory soap and begin to muse. What. I ask myself, what kind of a beautiful statue will I carve from you? At this point 1 drop the knife which has no use for the time being, picking up the soap in its stead. Immediately I am struck with inspiration. Today. I decide. I will carve nothing less than George Washington, the father of our country. Of course. I add. his three cornered hat presents difficulties, because Ivory soap is so thin. I can remedy that, though, by simply having him go without his hat After all. it would be rather unpatriotic just to leave George out of the picture, so I can’t do something else instead of him. Having come to all these rather startling conclusions by merely stopping to think. I decide that the situation now being well in hand. I can start my statue of George Washington. To sound professional. I could go into the details of starting to carve a soap figure. I will refrain, however, as my method may be wrong. Anyway. I begin to carve. As I plunge the knife in. I feel something slip, and I find, to my horror, that 1 have just cut one of his feet off. But my experience as a soap carver has taught me not to give up at such a slight misfortune. And so I decide to have my statue clothed in a long cloak which would, in reaching to the floor, hide any protruding feet there might, or might not be. After I take time out to bandage a cut finger. I proceed. I notice that the head is a bit wobbly, but there really isn't anything to be done about it. I only hope that the neck won't break until I'm through with the whole thing. I should know better than to hope something so utterly impossible, but as I don't. I continue, happily ignorant. By this time. I am ready to execute a difficult feat—the task of putting a wrinkle into the cloak. In preparation. I grasp the statue in one hand. It is there that another mishap strikes. 1 suddenly see the hatless head of George Washington roll across the room. It is at this time that I reach the most difficult stage of soap carving. For to go on. the sculptor, as I please to be called, has to answer a question. What can I make out of a thing without a head? I ask myself. Another moment's thought another brilliant idea to me. I have an answer to that question. I will carve the Winded Victory! The only trouble with that plan seems to be the fact that there is not enough soap left with which to make wings. Either this victory will have to be decidedly wingless or else I II have to think of something else. I decide, and I must admit that I say this in a discouraged tone. Nothing but pride can possibly induce me to go on. But because everyone in the house knows from the outbursts issuing from my room that I am trying to make something out of soap. I decide that sculptor or not. I ll have to produce a statue of some kind. While trying to think of something. I idly recapture the straying head, and begin to make a sphere out of it. This intrigues me for a time, but when, try as I might, it refuses to become j sphere. I lose interest. I turn from the new pile of flakes to the headless body. It is not until then that I realize I've got my statue all finished. There before me stands a masterpiece of soap carving. And so that no one can misinterpret my work of art. I rename it. I did not carve George Washington. No. nor did I carve the Winged Victory. But who can say that my statue is not the perfect image of the Headless Horseman without a horse? Betty King. XII. The Clock The clock, that stands at my elbow. With the snow white mocking face. Is going to drive me quietly mad With its fickleness of pace. For every time I start a job Be it studying or a race. Its long hand seems to leap ahead Just to watch my worried face. And so my hope is waning For a loser's rarely gay. But my race with Father Time goes on. From day to day to day. Mary Louise Bros. Grade X. Snow Snow falling gently, quietly on the ground Brings a feeling of rest and peace. Which, in the city, is hard to be found. The trains, whistling and puffing. Seem to stop and rest As if they too sensed the quietness. The smoke stacks silhouetted against the sky. Are peaceful, still, and high. The crowds of people on the street Wear a happier look And walk with lighter feet. At night when everyone's at rest. The world is all peace and quietness. And so the snow continues to fall. Bringing peace and quiet to all. Patty Rogers. Grade X. My Motto Just to be tender, trustful, and true. Just to be happy the whole day through; Just to be gentle, kind, and sweet. Just to be helpful with willing feet. Katherine Henry. Grade VII. The Breeze from the Ocean A crisp, little breeze from the ocean Came joyously dancing to shore It smelled fresh, spicy, and salty. And a sweet misty dress it wore. It told of its travels on foreign chores Of the strange wharves and vessels it passed. How it danced with the waves as they dashed and roared Out o'er the ocean vast. A spirited breeze from the ocean Came in with the breakers at dawn. It told how it flew and roamed o'er the sea. But in a few hours t'was gone. Oh! to be free As a breeze on the sea. To stay in the sunlight all day. To bring joy to the world Singing songs as it twirled As did this breeze o’er the bay. SUSAN TIMBERLAKE. Grade VII. Bird Houses In the willow bend There's a house for rent. There's another near our front door. With the greatest care Did we prepare Each roof and wall and floor. Some little beak Within will peek, I hope he’ll stay awhile. A song a day He'll have to pay To live in such grand style. Betsy Rand Stone. Grade VII. TONY Why in the name of bones do people leave auto windows open?” Such was the thought of Tony, who was left sitting forlornly in the car by his master who went on what he said was to be a very short call. It wasn't the first time this little wire-haired fox terrier had been left alone in the big. handsome car but now that the days were cold and windy a window was very seldom left down. And the open window was on the side from which the wind was blowing, too. Tony shivered in the corner of the car for about forty-five minutes and then, eyeing the window wondcringl . he squeezed inch by inch through it and landed with a bang on the ground. I wonder which house master went into? thought Tony as he sniffed here and there trying to find his master's Kent. Bui with those new overshoes master was wearing I can't seem to find his trail. He went to the door of a tall and stately looking house and yipped and bark d for many minutes, then he tried the low rambling cottage next door but with no results at either place. Tony thought of crawling through the window of the car in order to wait for his master but he could not reach the window. For once he resented being a small dog with short legs. He turned from the car and collapsed down on the cold ground. He was roused with a start. A cat sat on the fence surrounding the low rambling house and before many seconds had passed the cat was leading Tony a merry chase. Up one side of the street, down the other, across vacant lots, through valleys, into the park and down to a lake, and there the cat vanished, vanished as if the ground had swallowed her up! Tony, tongue hanging out. trudged in the direction of the car. He came to the tall stately house but no car was to be seen. He looked--yes. sure enough there was the low rambling cottage. This was the right place but where, oh where, was the car with master in it. Gone' Everything seemed to vanish today—first the cat. now the car. There was a car turning the corner a little way up the street, maybe master had come back for him. maybe he wasn't left after all. The car was a big shiny one but no master was inside Discouraged and sad. Tony walked slowly down the street. He wandered on and on turning at random to the left and then to the right. The sun set in a glorious array of color in the west and with the sun went heat and light. Large soft flakes of snow floated slowly down from the sky and everywhere lights were turned on. The street lights cast a cold light down upon everything and in their shining, dreary light, a small desolate puppy trudged ti redly through the snow. He went on for hours and the snow fell faster and a cold wind blew but on he went until his limbs ached with tiredness and his skin prickled with the wet and coldness. He went on until each step shot pains running through his body. Finally he could go no farther and lay down in the snow. I must keep going until I get to a warm shelter. mused Tony, and pulled himself up and made his way. as best he could, to a house which stood somewhat away from the other houses in the vicinity. Tony climbed onto a small back porch on which was a worn door mat. He snuggled down on this and offered a sigh of relief and contentment. He was glad that the railing kept the wind and snow from whipping about him and the interesting smells on the door mat indicated happiness after he had had a nap. To this lonely friendless puppy this porch was TONY a haven from the wind and cold and the warm draft from under the door, to which he snuggled, soon put him to sleep. He awoke and looked around to sec what had awakened him There was a truck parked in the driveway and a man was coming up the walk. It was the milk man and he smiled and said. “Hello old fellow. to Tony as he set two bottles of milk down and then went whistling down to his truck, leaving Tony once more alone. While blinking and stretching. Tony wondered whether there were children in the house who would drink the milk and who would play with him. The sun was beginning to rise and with the warmth and brightness. Tony’s spirits rose. He lay on the porch in perfect peacefulness until the paper boy coming along and seeing the dog lying there aimed the paper at him and hit him. Tony jumped up and ran out into the yard where he tore around for a few minutes until he saw' someone opening the back door. Coming up quickly to it he stood before the figure in a green dress and wagged and wagged his tail. The maid, after picking up the paper and the bottles looked doubtfully at the forlorn little dog and muttering something about “I wish I could let him in now but Ml ask Mrs. Bates later. she shut the door. Alone again. Tony lay down with his nose as close to the door as he could get it. Odors started to come from under the door and Tony began to whine. A lady in a pretty rose dress came to the window and looked out. while a little girl and boy crowded behind her. She caine to the door and. “land o' bones.” she was really going to let him in. He waggled everything behind his ears in order to show his appreciation and then bounded into the warm kitchen and into the arms of the little boy whom his mother called Rob. As long as it was Saturday and the children had no school, they devoted their entire day to their newly found playmate. Sue. the little girl, petted him and whispered secrets in his ear and she took him for a walk so that all her little friends could sec him. while Rob threw a stick for him to chase and then rough-housed with him. Towards supper time the two children came into the house to hear their favorite radio program and switched it on. Being a little early they heard the nightly news talk. Sue and Rob noticed that when Tonv heard the man talking on the radio he jumped up and ran towards the radio barking and wagging his tail. At the end of the program the announcer said that he had a special announcement to make. The voice came over the air waves saying. “If anyone knows the whereabouts of a small, all white, wire haired fox terrier answering to the name of Tony, please call West 8181. This is my own dog who escaped from my car last night. Much as Rob and Sue would have liked to keep the dog they were very anxious to call West 8181 in order to return Tony (for by calling him they found out he really answered to that name). The little fellow's joy at hearing his master's voice was sufficient reward. They were pleased that they had had a lovely day with Tony and happy to know that he was safe with his master. Little did they know that Mr. and Mrs. Bates were so impressed with the day’s events that they decided, right there, that Santa Claus would bring a similar little terrier the very next Jean Price. Grade IX. BLUE GROTTO The boat was very small and the sea was surprisingly rough. On one side of me. a French woman was bending over the prostrate form of her husband, who was attempting to forget he was on a boat by looking up at the sky. On the other side, a group of German boys, wearing knickers that reached to their ankles, were leaning over the rail. As I looked out over the sea. I saw directly in front of me Vesuvius belching smoke: to my left was the city of Naples with its gorgeous Harbor: and to my right were Sorrento and the island of Capri. The excursion boat that I was on was nearing Sorrento, which is only a few miles from Capri. As the boat entered the Harbor I could see that many of the beautiful villas which are situated high on the cliff that rises from the sea were floating American flags, for it was the fourth of July. After a few minutes' stop at Sorrento, the boat continued to Capri, where the beautiful Blue Grotto is situated. Much to my surprise I learned, when we stopped at the town of Capri, that the grotto wa located on the other side of the island and only accessible by boat. The American Express man then informed us that, because the sea was so rough, he didn't believe it would be possible for us to visit the grotto. However, he said that we could trust the judgment of the Italian boatmen, who would take us into the grotto. The boat sailed around the island and weighed anchor at an isolated spot with no harbor. I could see nothing but a rocky coast with no cave that might be the grotto. Suddenly. I caught sight of a bevy of rowboats coming towards the boat. The waves were tossing them about so that it seemed unbelievable that they could keep afloat. I was getting very nervous. By the time they pulled up alongside the boat. I was calmed when I saw what expert boatmen these Italians were. Because the rowboats were so small, there was room for only one passenger in each. I leaped into one. which was only two feet from the side of the boat, and started towards the grotto. After a few minutes of very rocky sailing. I saw a small opening in the face of the cliff. This was the Blue Grotto. The opening was only two feet above the sea and four feet wide. My boatman made motions for me to lie down on the bottom of the boat. I was rather puzzled but did what he asked. The next moment I found myself with a mouthful of salt water. A huge wave had washed right into the boat and all over me. However. I was too excited to notice this at the time. My boatman had taken hold of a chain which was fastened to the rock inside the grotto and was waiting for a wave to wash us in. We careened in with a splash and spray of water. The grotto was huge with a domelike ceiling about forty feet from the water. The water was an iridescent blue with silvery fish swimming beneath and even the rocky walls had a bluish tinge. My boatman started singing O Sol Mio and the song was taken up by the other men until the grotto echoed and re-echoed with the melody. When it was time to leave the grotto, my heart sank, for I hated to leave this lovely place. Gloria Grimes. Grade XI. A TRIP TO One of my most interesting experiences this summer was a tiip to Damascus. I had always heard of this city, but 1 really didn't know anything about it. I knew that it had been founded long before Christ was born and also that it was famous for its damask silk, but that was all. Our boat docked at Beirut. Syria, which is about seventy-five miles from Damascus, for one day. so we decided to motor over in the morning and come back that evening. We hired a private car and a guide at Beirut and started on the journey. After we had driven through the town, which is very modern and quite clean. I noticed that we were beginning to climb the foothills of the Lebanon Mountains. I remembered from my History that Lebanon cedars were very famous. so I began to watch for some trees. However, the mountains were barren with hardly any vegetation, so 1 watched in vain. The trip was made interesting by the colorful peasants that passed us on the road, and also by the frequent villages we went through. After two hour of climbing, we reached the summit and I saw below me the beautiful ill Bika valley. A few miles to my left I could see the town of Baalbct. where we had planned to spend a few hours. Baalbct is an ancient town, with ruins from four civilizations: Phoenician. Graeco-Roman. Saracen, and Christian. We walked through these ruins, visiting the famous Temple of the Sun. climbing the watch tower, and seeing many beautiful columns. It was noon and was getting very hot. so it was decided that we should eat at a little Syrian hotel and continue onto Damascus that afternoon. After luncheon we started for Damascus, which was fifty miles away The landscape was still bleak and was becoming quite arid. We passed many Bedouin tribes with their homes with them. By three o'clock we had arrived in Damascus, very hot and tired from the long drive. Damascus is one of the dirtiest towns I have ever seen. The streets are narrow and crowded with people and junk stores. All of the merchandise is displayed on the street, even meat and vegetables. Our driver honked his way through the streets and stopped in front of the famous Omay-yade Mosque. The Mohammedans were praying and seemed completely oblivious to our stares Everyone was bare-footed and we were even obliged to put canvas shoes on over own own. I was especially interested in a very old man who was silling cross-legged in front of a huge book which lie seemed to be translating. He had a long snow white beard, a large Roman nose and wore a red silk gown, which was richly embroidered, and he had a red fe on his head. I asked the guide and he explained that the old man was translating the Koran, which is the Mohammedan bible. After we had seen the Mosque, we were taken on a tour of the famous places of Damascus. Perhaps the most interesting sight I saw was in a factory where carpets were woven and inlay-work was done. We were taken upstairs to see them make carpets and much to my horror I saw a five-year-old child working on a carpet. We were told that she was paid nothing and was just learning the business, but that she would be paid in a few more years. Next we were taken to a room where table legs were being made. An old man was chiseling out a design on a table leg and was holding the chisel between his big toe and second toe. He was doing remarkably fine work, and at the same time enjoying a smoke. As it was getting late, we decided to start to Beirut. That evening, just as the sun was setting, we reached the summit of the mountains, and looked out over the sea. The sky and sea mingled together and the clouds seemed to be the waves of the ocean. This was an unforgettable sight and ended a day which had been full of memorable adventures. Gloria Grimes. Grade XL DAMASCUS ☆ 73 THE HEAT WAVE BREAKS I lay on the sweat-drenched bed and felt despair and wretchedness take hold of my heart Heat pressed its smothering weight into every nook and cranny. It filled the whole atmosphere and pressed me down into the depths of a stuffy bed. Heat. heat, everywhere. It was all I could think of. Seven sleepless nights of unrelieved heat had followed seven interminable days of glaring •un and hot winds. Day after day the paper told us of the cool wave that was on its way. Now this, the eighth night, had folded away the eighth day. and no relief had come. That longed-for rain cloud had never appeared, and the heat continued to take its toll. People had died because it was «o hot. And in those days of unlifting heat it was not pleasant to live. People in the cities could not play strenuous games: they were not happy working: it was not even comfortable to relax. Merely to exist on those days of extreme heat was exhausting. We. at Lake Minnetonka, were no happier. Swimming in the lukc-warm lake was no relief, and the country seemed as hot as the city Miserable were those days and as miserable the nights. It was impossible to sleep but lightly even on an open porch. Long, restless nights made the suffocating heat of the day seem worse. Tonight I lay. sleepless in the hot darkness, and listened to the suffering creatures of natu.c protest against their discomfort and restlessness. The birds twittered ceaselessly, rustling in the trees. There was no more rest for them than for me. From across the lake come the pitiful bleating of a hot little lamb, and my heart went out to it in sympathy. Minnetonka herself lav as still as the awful heat that rested upon her. There was no playful breeze to ruffle her surface or send waves up on the shore. The lake and the trees were deathly still, but the living creatures stirred restlessly. Damp, clammy fingers of heat seemed to want to strangle me I glanced quickly up at the sky. hoping vainly that a dark rain-cloud had blotted out the stars But the hard little pin heads of light stared down through the heat, mocking at my suffering Suddenly I wanted to scream. I wanted to yell and kick to relieve that awful pent-up feeling inside. It all seemed so unbearable. I pulled myself out of the hot bed and crept quietly down-stairs and out onto the porch. I rolled into the hammock and lay there, relaxed. I was in a cramped and uncomfortable position, but I was happy because sleep was coming. I was dozing off when a quiet rustling brought me back to consciousness. I sat up and listened. Again I heard that hushed noise, and my heart leaped with hope Yes. there it was again. A little breeze drifted through the tree tops and brushed coolly over my hot face. Now it came a little stronger and blew the dreadful pressure of heat away from my body. I looked up into the sky. and there were no stars in the west. A huge black cloud was creeping upwards over the heated sky. shutting out the hard, bright stars. Soon there would come the patter of rain-drops, and the cool breeze would turn even cooler. Then a real wind would spring up to drive away the last bit of heat. Curled up in the slightly swaying hammock I felt sleep crawling up over me and I could not stay awake till the storm broke. Just before I dozed off. 1 sent a happy little prayer of thanks flying upward on the breeze to the friendly cloud above. Virginia Haglin. Grade XII. MOODS Sixteen and beautiful a the dawn Bringing the first light of morning Brightening the dark night-time sky. As she brightens lives of others Who sec hope in her fresh beauty. Happy, as a wavering butterfly. Flittering from flower to flower. Which, coming forth from its cocoon. Live out one carefree month— Then leaves this earth forever. A moody girl like a cloudy day Is sometimes almost storming. And then, the moving clouds Having uncovered a yellow sunbeam The dreary day brightens. Anger like a streak of lightning Flashes forth without a warning Then, be it near or distant. Is followed by a rolling dap of thunder. Voicing own apology. Religious as a black-robed sister Praying in a dimly lighted chapel. Where the flickering altar endless Brightens the serene and happy faces Of the Virgin and the Holy Infant Jesus. Adventurous, like an infant child Taking his first step alone With no support of helper. To grasp with chubby arms. The knees of a doting parent. Gentle as soothing balm Poured out on roughened boards. To work its calming will So may a gentle person Calm a loud and boisterous friend. ROSIMAKY CAMPBELL. Grade X. Hide-and-Go-Seek When I was in bed and sleepless one night. I happened to notice a s-cry strange light. The house and chimney, next door, were dark. But the roof seemed on fire: though there wasn't a spark. As I lay silent and wondered at this. From out the chimney came an eighth of a disc. For a second it shone like a piece of the wire In a hundred watt lamp: then it seemed to expire. I kept my eyes glued on this self-same place. And at last from the chimney emerged the face Of a cherry round moon, resting its chin On the brink of its outlet, then twas hidden again. Smoke floated forth from the stack in a way That showed that the moon with a pipe kept gay. When the clouds again gave the moon a new shape From the chimneys and houses he had made his escape. MARY HARDFNBFRGH. Grade X. ☆ 75 A JUNIOR LOOKS AT LIFE Hu Peggy Smith. Grade XI A CALM BREAKFAST SCENE: Any home of Nonhropites TIME: Around Breakfast time CHARACTERS: Mother. Dad. Mary. Jane. Nonhropites Mother and Dad are half through their meal. Mary bursts into the room with hair flying, no belt, no tie and some of last night’s cold cream still on. MARY: I don't think I want any breakfast. Mother, can I have the car? I need it this after noon—very important. [swallows glass of orange juice in a tingle gulp] MOTHER: I was planning on doing a little shopping, myself, this afternoon but I suppose it can wait. | Jane floats into room in about the tame condition as Maru has previously entered| JANE: Good morning, family. Boy. am I ravenous! I could cat a pig. MARY: You can have my sausages. Janie. I’ve got to do my French—didn’t have time last night. Say. Dad. can I have a week-after-next's allowance? I’ve got a library fine I’ve just got to pay. and I owe somebody a dollar and a half. More Calm Breakfast DAD [handing over three dollars]: Listen here, young lady, this is absolutely the last cent you get for the rest of the week. Now be careful how much you spend at Burch's or wherever it is you go. JANE [choking down a half piece of toast in her haste to .say something she's almost forgottenJ: Ugh!—Mother. I’ve just got to have the car this afternoon. Please can 1 have it? MARY: No. she's promised it to me. Now. hurry up. It's 8:20 and we've been late twice already this week. JANE [somewhat shiningly]: But. Mother. Mary had the car yesterday. Make her let me have it. MARY |hurriedly changing the subject] : I nearly forcot. Mother. I'm borrowing your gloves and hat. I'll be careful of them. Gosh, hurry Jane. Come on. Dad. we have to get started. She won't hurry until we have the car out. MOTHER: What about that Latin you wanted me to help you with. Dear? MARY: Good grief! I forgot all about that. Will Miss Brewer be furious! JANE [from the coat closet1 : Mary, you don’t happen to have mv overshoes do you? Mine are the black ones, you know. Never mind, here they are. [ roans] Now where are my books? I left them on the desk last night. I know I did. Where'd you hide them. Mary? MARY [in a down-the nose toncj: If you'd onlv remember where you put things. Jane, you'd save hours. Come on. Dad. she'll never be ready. (.Wary and Dad exit] JANE: Mother. I think you're just mean to give the car to Mary all the time. I'm the youngest and you should look after me. Please. Mother, say I can have the car. Pie-e ase. MOTHER: You girls will just have to fight that out between you. I've nothing to do with it. Now. you really must go—it's 8:24. Goodbye. Dear. JANE [vehemently]: Goodbye. I think you're horrid. Don't ever ask me to do anything for you again, (rarif slamming door hard] MOTHER [sighing] :Wcll. they got off. without as much fuss as usual, today. Under the Drier Is that the clank of chains I hear? No. 'twas just a hairpin falling. Something now does punch my ear. This book grows quite appalling. The ’ goo is running down my neck. In this heat. I boil and dribble. This roar will make a nervous wreck Of me without much trouble. What's that odor I begin to smell— A smell that's most annoying. I hate to say but I can tell By feel—that's—my ear burning. I seem to be growing slowly deaf. There's a ringing in my ear. The ''goo is slimy, cold, and wet Running down to cool my feet. There's no need, you sticky stuff To try to cover up your crime. I can tell when I'm burned up. Oh. please. Miss, tell me what's the lime? Three quarters past the hour of three. You think I'm dry? Oh. ecstasy! I'm free! I'm free! I'm free! I'm the ghost of your oft' murdered Latin Do you think I get fair play. When over the phone you do me Or put me off 'til next day? Do you think you get me better When you wait 'til you're half-asleep? Do you think when you say you forgot You're fooling your teacher? You're not. Yet every day I am slaughtered. Of methods you all have a host. Or Latin's long been a dead language And I've long been dead Latin's ghost. ON DOING HOMEWORK Book Cram Look Exam Sigh All set? Toy- Forget Moan Phone Done Fun More Word Poems FRIDAY DISMISSAL Bell Corthel! Attention Detention Half an hour Sit and glower 4:05 Dive MON.. TUF.S.. THURS.. DISMISSAL Bell Swell Hush Kush Vacation Education Vacation Examination Education Vacation Education Examination Vacation The Yearly Cycle Explanation ......................... . Summer . . . (till Christmas) Christmas Midyear (till Easter) . . . Easter . . (till June) Finals and College Boards Summer ☆ 77 INFORMAL VIEWS OF THE FACULTY Tatler Board Virginia Haglin Corinne Thrall Sally Holi.aday Betty King Editor Assistant Editor Art Editor business Manager BOARD Front row—left to right: Corinne Thrall. Bettv King. Virginia Haglin. Sally Holladay. Caroline Adams, Marcella Phelps. Kate Rand. Absent: Marilyn Nelson. Back row—left to right: Janet Sandy. Peggy Smith. Virginia Raynolds. Alexandra Gallenkamp. Josephine Harper. Peggy Patton. Rosemary Campbell. Martha Larkin. Andrea Scott. Elizabeth Keating. Ruth Leslie. Prudence Sutherland. Barbara Badger. ADVISERS Elizabeth S. Horne Josephine Garst Jean Duncan . Literary business Art 0 ☆ 79 Boners Ginnie: Hither she's married or she’s got a husband. Peggy (in Math) : How many bolts are there in a dozen? Miss Brewer: For Monday, study page 8 in Companion to Vergil. Kinnie: Is that a sequel to a Friend of Caesar ? Miss Merrill: The dollar has been revalued at fifty-nine cents. Grace: I don’t understand why you get one hundred pennies for a dollar bill. Barbara Hill: Honestly, she uses such big words! . . . Hike carcass, meaning a body. Hxamination Question: What was the policy that England adopted toward her Colonics during the Colonial Period? Answer: A policy of matcrnalism. Miss Merrill: What platform did the Liberal Republican Party adopt? Peg Rutherford: An open platform. Test Quc'tion: What were the Greek ideals? Answer: They were fond of anaesthetic dancing, and were always flitting around. Miss Merrill: What is the Hegira? Emmy Lou: Oh. it’s one of those things like an aeroplane. Miss Gearhart: Look up the word potentate and use it in a sentence. A Student: It means ruler: “I drew my lines with my potentate. A Sub-Deb Shop Wardrobe Is Your Ticket To A Happy Summer Our Sub-Dcb Shop is wise in the matter you so well know — that u girl can enter more whole-heartedly into all the fun Summer offers when her clothes arc right for every occasion that comes along. It’s a Shop on its toes to find School favorites, sports clothes that arc “winners, “head of the class travel and day outfits, and “queen of the hall” evening frocks. Gay, young and smart fashions, spiced by your beloved Cartwrights, all consistently pull As for quality. Prepared with such a wardrobe, whatever your Summer plans or needs, you know you have a ticket to a Summer of fun. DAYTON •SUB-DKB SHOP—Third Floor •Rc ;. State of Minnesota i W THE KENWOOD 2000 Colfax Avenue South yOltr Reinhborhood lee Cream Store Distinctive Ice Cream Popular Prices All Flavors Delivery from 10 a. m. until II p. m. Phone KKnwood 2396 A Trial Will Convince You HOOVER DRESS SHOP Authorized Northrop Uniforms Smart Tub Frocks Hosiery Yarns 2541 Hennepin KKnwood 0378 Raleigh’s have youth’s slant on young fashions. Their debutante collection includes . . . Devastating Daytime Frocks Formats designed to “stagger the stag line Raleigh’s 919 Nicollet Compliments of the GRIFFEN PHARMACY COMPANY 2547 Hennepin MINNEAPOLIS FLORAL CO. 2420 Hennepin Avenue Kenwood 5561 Minneapolis, Minn. EMIL OLSON, PROP. Exclusive fashions by America's outstanding young designers for smart collegiates with a reputation for chic! ”Exclusive but not Expensive” Fvoy EBjorkman Nicollet at Tenth Made in America A HAMILTON WATCH FOR GRADUATION at M. L. NOVACK (Diamond Setter) 930 Hennepin Avenue You are Welcome at KENWOOD PHARMACY Corner Penn. Avc. So. and 21st St. PETTITT-KYSOR CO. GROCERIES, BAKERY GOODS AND MEATS Phone NVayzata 74 WAYZATA MINNESOTA Compliments of THE WAYZATA THEATER Compliments of the WOODRICH CONSTRUCTION COMPANY OHIO PICTURE FRAME CO. 11 1-116 South Fourth Street Fine Pictures and Picture Framing Unusual - Occasional Furniture Imported and Domestic Art Wares Geneva 5116 For Your Party! verve Ivey's Chocolates 60c to $1.25 a Pound and French Pastry IVEY’S Nicollet at Tenth ’•Your Tea Room Pure Bred Cocker Spaniels Puppies for Sale WOODEN!) KENNELS MOUND MINNESOTA FinestFoods and Beverages 0 T flood-naturad crowd Mu ale by DICK LONG and hia Naw and Enlargtd Orchaatra From Tan o'clock to Ona in ■ tha KEO CLASSIC ROOM Mlaa Ouara lor Raaarratlona Talaphona Atlantic 8144 I URTISHOTEL % TENTH ST. THIRDAVE. MINNEAPOLIS m Compliments of A FRIEND British W'-ilkcii ue -tclmitr with u in ■ Sc Twin Ci� ie� HAIM KRK •K)9 Nicollet Avenue There's English Swank in BRITISH WALKERS Especially styled for Younx Collcjjicnncs arc these so smart and s«-comfortablc shoes. In leathers jnd colors to correctly accompany s|� orts or street clothes. Hritish Walken arc prices! . . . $10.75. MAYME HOYE CLEANER Telephone Kc. 2365 Office and Works 2817 Hennepin MINNEAPOLIS t|odcauutW iqKtuspft Xiq luauiJifeuej A|J.xioi(| a.mi’jnsuj jjitjs.j |bo | uuiuXq oses Compliments of MERSEY BROS. 2604 Hennepin FRED D. DASSETT MEATS Regent 7257 2539 I iennepin Lincoln National Life Insurance Company W. W. 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Between Nicollet and 1m Salle MISS CLOW DECORATIONS 57 South 9th Street COMPLIMENTARY MINNEAPOLIS, MINN. MILLER’S CAFETERIA It has frequently been our satisfaction to hear a guest exclaim: “To our family, Miller s is home, down town! We invite you to share this feeling. Mr. and Mrs. Wyman Miller 20 South Seventh Street GLASSES LE RENDEZ-VOUS D’ESLER TEA ROOM Extra Service make 4 bin difference in the comfort you receive from your lawc . is tops” for Smart Appearance i� always available at this Delicious Luncheons optical chop. and Afternoon Tea FRED A. ZIMMERMAN Service from II to 5 o'clock 54 So. Ninth St. Between Nicollet and Ij Salle fourth Hour — The Young-Qmatam Co. SWANSON’S The House of Flowers Compliments of a 1112 Nicollet Avenue FRIEND Flowers by Wire Everywhere CHRISTINE’S CHAPMAN-GRAHAM BEAUTY SHOP (1 ncorporated) Christine Rode. Prop. 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Broadway Atlantic 1387 Cherry 2462 GIRLS! SWIM at the Y. W. C. A. WOMAN’S EXCHANGE 1114 Nicollet Avenue Unusual Gifts Children’s Clothes Northrop Uniforms and Commencement Dresses Ladies’ Dresses PANTRY DEPARTMENT Cakes • Jams - Salad Crackers Cookies - Jellies - Noodle Nests ° There it nothing do ter to your heart than your home and the nearest thing to home, when you are away from home, is the laramwgton hotel. • Here both the permanent guest and the visitor immediately feel the glow of real hospitality the moment the threshold is crossed and here too comfort, convenience, courtesy anti service is traditional. • The Leamington For Nearly a Quarter of a Century Has Been I lost to Persons of National and International Importance; Convention Headquarters for Innumerable Organizations. It offers Students, Faculty and Alumni Full Use of its Facilities at Most Reasonable Prices. THE LEAMINGTON HOTEL Earl W. Payne Manager On Third Avenue From Tenth to Eleventh Street. Minneapolis Lorcntz Master Hair S F PERMANENTS (aintour Rciuveiutor i $5.50 $5.50 ■UN Krevge Bldjj. Bridgeport 4134 Com pH merits of a FRIEND WARREN’S FOOD STORE 1922 Hennepin Free Delivery Phone Ken. 035(1 Fancy Meats Fresh Fruits Vegetables Staple and Fancy (Jroccries Charge Accounts Solicited “A Pleased Customer is Our Best Advertisement Phone Kenwood 7144 HENNEPIN TAILORS AND CLEANERS Herbert Lunow, Owner Men’s Sniff and Overman Made to Order Dry Cleaning. Dyeing. Helming and .{Iterationj Fur Work ■ Freezing Fur Storage ■ Dressmaking 2HJ5 Hennepin Avc. Minneapolis. Minn. CLARENCE C. OWENS AND COMPANY FORD Neighborhood Service Station INN Lyndalc A sc. S«� . Service that Pleases Fitting Tote to Teens Juvenile Shoe Store Proper tare in fitting the growing loot will mean a lifetime of Foot Comfort! Surprising Price Moderation Frank E. Charles 807 La Salle Avc. Between 8th St. and The Minnesota Geneva 3015 Compliments of HARRY W. SMITH CO. 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Minnesota State Fair, Dairy Cattle Congress, National Dairy Show, 1936 Sire: Langwalcr Philosopher lh 794 Dam: Green Meadow Content 248796 Record of Dam: Milk, 12669.4 lbs. Fat. 655.8 Ihs. CL G ”Follow through with Boulder Bridge BOULDER BRIDGE FARM EXCELSIOR, MINNESC)TA G. N. DAYTON Vreftdent I.. V. WILSON Superintendent MISS BETH’S FLOWER SHOP “A Shop of Personal Service” Telephone —Store: Main 6411-12 89 South Ninth Street M I N N E A P O LI S You will Ik Doubly Proud of Your Wardrobe Accessories Home Furnishings Floor Coverings when Good Wishes of a FRIEND ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( CAREFREE.... Who care how haul the wild wind blows. I’m quite serene m Harold hose. They can take it! PRICE: 85 CENTS PER PAIR Hosiery . . . Street Floor rlurold 818 Nicollet ) ) ) ) ) ) ) ) Cleaned by LIBERTY Cleaning and Dyeing Co. 2639 Nicollet Avc. Regent 7221 Our New “LIB-BRITE Process Guarantees Quality. Value anil Satisfaction F. LINSMAYER CO. Furniture Draperies Upholstering 1920-22 I.yndalc Avc. So. 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So as we express our pride in Northrop School, may we also extend an invitation for you to become better acquainted with THE MINNEAPOIS STAR Compliments of Grower of CUT FLOWERS AND PLANTS We Arc at Your Service with Flower and Decoration for All Occavion Henry Bachman Sons, Inc. 010 Lvnd.de Avenue So., Minneapolis Minn, laxuvt 0741—Phone —Locust 0742 W ootl ward-hli wood We Telegraph Flower Everywhere and Company RAND TOWER Compliments of a FRIEND Compliments PHILLIPS OUR NEW ADDRESS of a 911 NICOLLET AVENUE FRIEND Women's Wearing Apparel Your Physician Will Recommend DAHL’S Exclusive Prescription Compliments PHARMACY of a 82 South Ninth Street Tel. At. 5445 OPEN DAY AND NIGHT Free Deliveries—8 A. M. to 6 P. M. FRIEND Established 1895 PACKARD WALDRON MINNEAPOLIS INCORPORATED Incorporated Prices $850 Up EXCLUSIVE CLEANERS AND DYERS “Ask the Girl Who Owns One' La Salle at Eleventh Minneapolis WF. 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