Northrop Collegiate School - Tatler Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

Text from Pages 1 - 120 of the 1938 volume:

--Sfc! V-. Mj, 19 3 8 TATLER ublished by Northrop Collegiate School We dedicate this rgj8 Taller to Miss Ethel Pease in recognition of her kindly interest and constant devotion to the highest ideals of Northrop. FACULTY Ethel Maude Spurr Elizabeth Sadley Flora E. Brewer Christine Kinnaird Charlotte Wallon Josephine Garst Irene Merrill Sally Thompson Ethel Pease Madeleine Scott Lucille Hartman Blanche Barnhart Virginia Burns Louise Ledercq Merrill Marguerite Williams Isabella A. Marzolf Carol Brown ... . Maude C. 'Thompson Myrtle Bintliff Mary Ford Mary Jane Dinneen Donna E. Dickinson Anne Wilson Edith M. Cotton Gertrude Rosemond Frances Kelly Jean Duncan Helen Dalton Helen Shoemaker Janet Rutherford Norma BierbauerJ Edith Aves Maxine Millar ................... . .Principal Mat hematics Latin English ................French ..................... Science ..................... History French Mathematics Latin Speech and Dramatics English and Home Economics Geography and Science French Fifth Grade Fourth Grade Third Grade Second Grade .................First Grade Kindergarten Assistant Kindergarten Assistant English Librarian ..................... M usic ..................... Piano Piano Art Physical Education Physical Education Assistant Physical Education Executive Staff TRUSTEES Arthur M. Hartwell. President Albert H. Crosby. Vice President Clarence E. Hill, t reasurer Leonard G. Carpenter G. Barnard Clifford. Jr. Mrs. Charles P. Deems F. Peavey Heffelfinger Fredrick C. Lyman W. Hubert Kennedy Mrs. Lyndon M. King Mrs. Rufus R. Rand. Jr. Mrs. Stuart W. Rider Robert C. Woodworth Mrs. Valentine Wurtele OFFICERS OF PARENTS AND TEACHERS ASSOCIATION Mrs. Charles P. Deems Mrs. George R. Dunn Mrs. G. Aaron Youngquist Mrs. W. Hubert Kennedy Miss Irene Merrill . . . Mrs. David J. Winton President First Vice President Second Vice President T reasurer Recording Secretary Corresponding Secretary ALICE LYMAN monocles alice faye corsages light blue cars president valentines cube chanel pug [6] melancholy baby BARBARA BADGER green fords treasurer seven horns of satan angora sweaters darns diamonds hot fudge sundaes Chinese finger nails de-lovely dark eyes [7] MARY JANE GLUEK cockers les fleures symphony lockets happy once in a while whimsical eddy duchin dirndl modesty m GLORIA GRIMES lipstick dipsy doodle boots and saddle benny good man green bay packers blondes petty chanel cocktail tan appleton JOSEPHINE HARPER honor roll smooth hands big cars baseball clean blouses concerts red hair camera freckles history BARBARA HILL cross patch plopped hats chartreuse ken wood drugstore trips arnolds dimples chauffeuring tall people coy I il I MARY HOWE socks saddle shoes calm kippered herring tweed tennis charms contralto welawiben winning I I2| EMMY LOU LUGKER internes pastry judge liquid diets yo-yos 30’ heels fords lucien Iclong carioca pickles FRANCES MAPES guerlain cris-craft coloratura french boots 4 a. m. phone calls open house gordon and revel red wagon (well broken-in) mozart these foolish things I 14] FRANCES OLRICH blushing charm bracelets strawberry and blue admirable senior long words bounce basin street blues speed limericks black girdles I 15 I VIRGINIA RAYNOLDS league million dollar smile briquet points west in the mood for love strange rings absent-minded tennis teasdale's poems conscientious I 16 I JANET SANDY blue finesse angora mittens sneezy my sin golf cats collections complimentary subtility MARGARET SCHUBERT tatler perseverance histrionics Ianny ross athletics modern furniture snapshots society columns reversible coats carleton (18 1 MARY TOWNSEND eyelashes fur collars calendar they satisfy clothes packards cowhand vacations hot records i double dare you I 19 1 MARY JANE VAN CAMPEN tschaikowsky’s 5th summit avenue myrna golfer coifs east of the sun cokes chic (20] mary dunhill scarfs MARGARET YOUNGQUIST domesticity military schools stocking feet huarachos glottic shock bouncing dramatics art posters electric sarcasm 121] western porters I Left: Al Right: Badge Left: Pauci Right: Howe Right: Schubert Left: Olrich Right: Van. Barbara Taylor. Frank. Emmy. Margaret Ann Atkinson. Janet [22] Left: Responsibilities are weighing Olrich down Right: Far. far away Left: Badge sure wears 'em down Right: And Hill says she isn’t coy! Left: Look. Mrs. Lucker. Emmy is studying! Right: Tangee will do the trick Left: Happy. Bashful. Grumpy Right: Gluekie. Ginny, A I. .Badge Heigh ho. heigh ho! Left: High heels at school? Right: Why. Emmy, is it a man? [23] Left: Josie. Al. Van. Pauci—it must be food Right: Pauci must have lost Left: Driven to drink Right: That tooth-paste smile Left: Van. Van. her eye is on her—prev Right: The Senior Class goes athletic Gluek. Pauci. Whitty. Peg. Van. Frank. Hill Left: Amen Right: Al must feel “ta” home Left: The pride and joy of the Senior Room Right: Who is he? I 24 J SENIOR CLASS WILL O EING mindful of our solemn duty as seniors to bequeath to posterity all of our most noble possessions, and being ever desirous of leaving mementos that shall hallow our passing, after serious consideration we. the senior class, being of sound mind do hereby proclaim this to be our last will and testament, and hereby revoke all former wills by us made: 1. We bequeath to our heirs Badge's shiny knitting needles which have caused disaster to many suits and cars: and we also leave her numerous rings, hoping that they will bring luck to their recipient. 2. We sadly part with Alice’s real cow girl outfit which is guaranteed to cause miracles: this magic property is insured the possessor by the watch-word, “Perseverance.'' 3. We jealously bequeath the smooth white legs of Gloria to the “shorts” addicts. And we leave her solid gold charm bracelet to the school should it ever suffer from lack of funds. 4. To the girls who aspire to climb in the world of the cinema we will Ginny’s dusky eyes. And in case they should desire to follow in Garbo's footsteps, we also leave them her long toes. 5. Should any girl wish prowess in the field of athletics, we bequeath her Howe’s muscles which are absolutely guaranteed to function perfectly if spinach is eaten daily. 6. We wish we could tote all of Mary’s quickly discarded Victrola records away with us. but as we are unable to do so. we mournfully leave dozens of practically new recordings to the jam session fiends. 7. To any china-complexioned girl we will Frank s beautiful, even tan. And should she likewise desire something to accompany the color, we leave her Frank's soprano voice. 8. We altruistically part with Gluekie's overfilled larder, and hope sometime to regain our sylph-like figures. And we bequeath her bright blue tennis shoes, which have never graced a tennis court, to the spectators. 9. So that the coming seniors may appear more sophisticated than most of us have succeeded in doing, we leave them Olrich's complexion which will become scarlet by merely thinking about it. 10. Wc .ill hoped in the past to acquire that certain classroom technique, but failing, wc leave to anyone able to cope with it Josie's remarkable intelligence. 1 1. We part with Mary VanCampen’s hair, and warn the receiver that it will take any style perfectly. And as an extra gift, we leave her dancing feet so that someone may be a success from head to toes. I 2. We will Pauci's Huffy ways to the Northropites who wish to become ingenues. And we pass on Pauci’s knack for concocting something different in outfits to aspiring designers. 1 5. We will Lulu’s barrel full of giggles to the young effervescents. And we also leave her ability to be minus one appendix and yet ahead. 14. Wc bequeath Bobby's vast collection of low-heeled shoes to the hikers. And to the postman's fans, wc leave her faithful and true mail carrier. 15. We will Peggy’s industry with her many and diverse organizations to the capable girls. And in addition we leave her raspberry red coat for their adornment. 16. To the lovers of fuzzy animals we leave Janet's yellow angora cat. And wc will her white hands to those who wish the skin you love to touch. ” In testimony whereof wc. the Class of 1958. set our seal this seventh day of June, nineteen hundred and thirty-eight. Badge Al Peggy Gluekie Lulu Mary Ga-Ga Frank Van JOSIE Fran Pauci Bobby Ginny Howe-Many Queenif. CLASS OF 1939 Back rou;: Sally Ashmun. Mary Louise Bros. Gcorgiana Carleton. Virginia Lee. Ruth Deems. Jean Thomson. Janci Goodrich. Mary Hardenbergh. Patty Rogers. Front rou%: Beatrice Devaney. Peggy Smith. Ruth Leslie. Evelyn Stuart. Doric deVries. Grctchcn Luther. Rosemary Campbell: absent: Ann Lockrae. Judith Webster. � • |2‘ I Rosemary Campbell Doric deVries . President . Secretary Name Sally Ashmun Georgian.! Carleton Janet Goodrich Ann I.ockrae Ruth Leslie Judith Webster Jean Thomson Gretchen Luther Nickname Favorite Saying Sally” Now really Gorfie Oh dear Jan Oh my Lockrac No? Rurhie Oh. honestly Judy “Hey! Tarzan Good morning “Cata “Has anyone done her Latin? As She Would Like to Appear motherly mean well informed Arizona Cowhand adolescent agitated studious interested r Mary Louise Bros Virginia Lee Doric deVries Ruth Deems Patricia Rogers Mary Hardcnbcrgh Beatrice Devaney Evelyn Stuart Rosemary Campbell Peggy Smith Piglet Aw. nuts'” calm and collected Lee Don't hit me! indifferent ' Dodo'' But. honc-e-ey” lady like Deemsy Now just wait a minute Miss—’’ on the ball Patty Ditto, ditto glamorous Mazie It’s quite cute innocent Dev It was just rare natural ’Evie This is my last affair tall and beautiful Becky Of course 1 wouldn't know on top Peg Ha. ha. ha average I 30 I As She Is Chief 1 merest Ambition Twenty Years from Now motherly philosophy and economics first woman president Dorothy Thompson II swell “the farm” Mills an asset to her community just Janet the Seniors to remain contented president of the Carnation Milk Co. dainty Nelson Eddy be able to sing home for aged baritones trying to understand adolescence knowing everyone in town to win friends and influence people president of the Women’s Club merely ruffled photography owner of Brownie Kodak Co. winner of Candid Camera Contest trying fasting to make Ripley’s column still fasting figuring it all out sleeping a cabin up north helping her children with Latin hardly taking cod liver oil drawing horses painting a mural in the White House interested food to pitch for the Giants chopping wood in Oregon sportswoman U. of Washington to teach gym taking the boys out to school not exactly U. High to dance visiting Dr. Scholl placid living to be ambitious hair stylist still foolin 'em her garden to find out why still asking natural Humphrey Bogart to know the latest Mrs. Walter Winchell on the short side life as a whole to be a Prima Donna Reno just about her brother to finish her sweater still knitting brilliant the new addition to have a permanent Marselm CLASS OF 1940 Back row: Edith Harrison. Peggy Winion. Alice Chilion. Marilyn Nelson. Betty Higgins. Eleanor Stevenson. Andrea Scott. Joan Smith Elizabeth Keating. Janet McQueen. Mary Ellen Wcyer. Center: Nancy Grace. I.ois Belcher. Amy Camp. Barbara Bi.vsell. Jane Dobson. Martha I.arkin. Jean Price. Front: Nancy Wheeler. Elizabeth Cochran. Helen Raynolds. Absent: Joan Dobson. I 32 I Elizabeth Keating Andrea Scott President Secretary Whistle While You Work Dark Eyes'' Gee but You're Swell” Sailing” Girl on the Police Gazette Sweet as a Song” Some Day My Prince Will Come You Can't Stop Me From Dreaming Lights Out'' Easy to Love” Tall, Tan. Terrific Laugh Your Way Through Life So Rare” My Wild Irish Rose” ”Moonlight and Shadows” One in a Million bury Me Out on the Lone Prairie” You Couldn't be Cuter” Moon Over Miami boots and Saddle Get Thee behind Me Satan 133) Shuffle Off to buffalo” Hack row: Dorothy Chilton. Mary Clark. Virginia Vandever. Mary Moore. Helen Harper. Elizabeth Stevenson. Marjorie Scybold. Anne Stevenson. Betty Ann Massie. Center: Anne Richards. Mary Webster. Front row: Mary Haglin. Ellen Rider. Carol Atwood. Mary Alice McGough. Frances Barber Eva Rutherford. Absent: Mary Davis. Kitty Rand. Ellen Rider President Mary Moore Secretaru I 3-M ‘Car1 Door (? I Franny’’ Mae West Clarkie” Swing it. kid Dot tie” Florida Davis Arizona Haggie” hair cut Harper current events B. A.” lipstick Gue train rides Bug ranches and ranchers Ms) Kitty eyelashes Pa no Lafayette Rider telephone Rut Dimples! Ann one of the seven? Lizzie” sailing Midge laughter Ginger fluff Webbie” Sonja Henic FROSH” •41 EIGHTH GRADE Back roiv: Ann Sheldon. Betty Hill. Patty Drake. Elizabeth McMillan. Katherine Henry. Prudence Sutherland. Mary Clark. Mary Sutherland. Sally Piper. Lenotc Benson. Sally Stevens. Patty Curtin. Second cow. Ann Edmonds. Margaret Allison. Jane Lee Jackson. Mary Alice Eggleston. Anne Leslie. Rachel Dorsey. Mary Kennedy. Isabel Ringer. Virginia Dwinncll. Henrietta Mill. Janet Miller. From row. Betsy Slone. Virginia Fisher. Sue Timbcrlake. Elizabeth Woodworth. Sally Hill. Susan West. Elizabeth Harper. Joan Payne. Patty Hill. Patricia Walling. C 36 1 Sue Timberlake Susan West President Secretary SEVENTH GRADE Back row: Olivia Coan. Dorothy Dunn. Elizabeth Cooper. Madeleine Jaffray. Marion Colman Second rou’. Lucia Tcarse. Marilyn Eastman. Grace Mariette Betty Peterson. Rita Ann RoterinR. Ruth Phelps. Front row: Barbara Grandin. Joan Barker. Victoria Simmons. first Semester Madeleine Jaffray ..... President Olivia Coan .... . . Secretary (37] Ruth Phelps Marilyn Eastman Second Semester President Secretary ACTIVITIES NORTHROP LEAGUE COUNCIL Standing: Doric deVries. Elizabeth Keating. Andrea Scott. Ellen Rider. Alice Lyman. Mary Moore. Madeleine Jaffray, Barbara Badger. Seated: Sue Timberlake. Ruth Leslie. Barbara Bissell. Virginia Raynolds. Josephine Harper. Mary Hardcnbergh. Rosemary Campbell. League officers Heads of Committees Virginia Raynolds President Margaret Youngquist . . . Arts Josephine Harper Vice President Mary Howe . . . Athletics Mary Hardcnbergh Secretary Mary Jane VanCampen Entertainment Ruth Leslie . Treasurer Josephine Harper Welfare Barbara Bissell . . Assistant T reasurer Margaret Schubert Taller Faculty Members Miss Spurr Miss Sadtoy Miss Pease Miss Merrill Miss Kinnaird mo j THE NORTHROP LEAGUE LAST year the League set in motion the plans for student supervision of study hall. This year the League has successfully carried out those plans with the result that study hall procedure has become automatic now. Instead of having the heads of the committees on the League Council, this year we have added secretary-treasurers of classes with the exception of the seventh and eighth grades. This makes seventeen members instead of fifteen. We have also added two faculty members. During the year the council has discussed such problems as: Study Hall. League Dance. Chapel lines, lipstick, gum-chewing, sports participation. Lenten speakers, noise in the hall at noon-hour, and adoption of pins for the council members. The most important innovation of the League this year has been the granting of pins to the officers of the League and presidents of the classes. The senior members of the council keep their pins, while other pins will pass to newly elected members of the council. The council feels the League may well be proud of the work Northrop League has achieved this year. The splendid leadership and encouragement of Miss Pease has been deeply appreciated by the League. WELFARE TN October a chapel service to publicize the annual drive for funds inaugurated the activities of the Welfare Committee comprised of Josephine Harper, chairman. Margaret Schubert. Barbara Hill. Sally Ashmun. Marilyn Nelson. Marjorie Seybold. Mary Alice Eggleston and Dorothy Dunn, representatives: Miss Merrill and Miss Sadley. faculty advisers. Since the Community Fund pledge did not quite reach our expectations, an additional amount was raised by means of successful class projects. Before Thanksgiving the school from the kindergarten to the faculty brought offerings of canned fruits and vegetables which were equally divided among the Northeast Neighborhood House, the Family Welfare Association, and the Children s Protective Society. Members of the Committee had the enlightening experience of personally distributing some of the food from the Northeast Neighborhood House. At Christmas lime the seventh grade collected and wrapped toys and games which were given to the Children s Protective Society and the Northeast Neighborhood House who distributed them as Christmas gifts. At the same time money was sent not only to the Family Welfare Association but to the Frontier Nursing Service in Kentucky. The highlight of the year s activities was the Washington’s Birthday Party given by the Committee assisted by the seniors. The guests were twenty boys and twenty girls between the ages of five and eight from the Northeast Neighborhood House. The Committee had planned entertaining games, and had bought plenty of refreshments and favors. The party was a true success with the hostesses having even more fun than their eager guests. In addition to the contributions which have been mentioned, money was sent in April to the Northeast Neighborhood House in order to buy seeds for people who need but might not otherwise afford gardens. The Welfare Committee also continued another important traditional project. enabling two very worthy girls to finish their courses at Edison High School through the aid of scholarships. (42J CURRENT AFFAIRS T™ UE Co their popularity of last year, the weekly discussions of current affairs were continued. The upper school met with Miss Merrill on Wednesdays in chapel periods, and the eighth and ninth grades also had a period. Of course, the national political situations were completely discussed, as well as the numerous European crises. The far Eastern problems were outlined, and both the Spanish and Chinese wars were avidly followed. The high point of the year was the l ime Test. Posters were displayed in the upper hall in preparation for the momentous occasion. The winners of each class were allowed to choose any book they desired. Josephine Harper of the senior class. Sally Ashmun of the junior class. Elizabeth Keating, and Amy Camp of the tenth grade. Helen Harper of the ninth, and Susan West of the eighth grade were the lucky winners. Josephine Harper won the highest score of the whole school, and Miss Merrill appropriately won the prize for the faculty. Northrop made a splendid showing, as the ninth, tenth, eleventh and twelfth grades had the highest respective scores of all competing girls' high schools throughout the country. We were fortunate in having as a special speaker Miss Norma Craven, who teaches in the Malay Peninsula. She drew an interesting comparison between our lives and those of the girls under her supervision. The contrast of the methods of education was striking, and the brief glimpse she gave of her life there was extremely fascinating All in all. this year has been a great success—historically speaking—and all of Northrop appreciates these current event discussions. ENTERTAINMENT 'T'HIS year the Entertainment Committee was in very capable hands under the guidance of Mary Jane VanCampen. All of the events that occurred were considered very successful by all who attended them. The social functions of school began as usual with the Old Girls’ Party for the New. As has been the custom for many years, the seniors invited the members of the seventh grade to be their partners. Every girl was dressed to represent a character from her favorite book After a delicious dinner, each class performed an original stunt for the amusement of the others. These proved to be highly entertaining and caused many a girl to go home holding her sides. In November the League held its annual Fall Dance which was attended by most of the high school. We all enjoyed the good dance music furnished by Don Wyck and his orchestra. Refreshments were served in the hall for those who wished to nibble between dances. On Valentine’s Day the seventh and eighth grades had their usual party. Various games, skating, and refreshments provided a very gay afternoon. In order to be different and still successful our Spring Dance turned into a real old fashioned barn dance. Although it was held at school, the committee had the whole room changed so that it resembled very much a typical barn. At this dance the music was furnished by Dave Kim and his orchestra. This party was quite an experience, and everyone reported a grand time. Last but not least was the Junior-Senior Dance which was held at Woodhill. As the juniors gave the party for the seniors, each senior was presented with a gift. It was the kind of a dance that will always be remembered in the years to come. I+� l DANCE CLUB THE first performance of the Dance Club this year was in the Thanksgiving Program where it presented some very interesting interpretations. The most outstanding of these was the Indian pow wow number. At Christmas time the Dance Club took part in the pageant with each class performing a different dance. The main event for the Club was its annual program which was presented April twenty-ninth. This program included many solos as well as group numbers. The most interesting of these was undoubtedly the Tempo Americano which represented American life in several scenes. PROGRAM Waltz Rickshaw Boys Gypsy Dance ................. Woodland Fantasy Waltz Ballet T fmpo Americano Skyscrapers ............ Street Scene......................... On the Beat . . ........ Under the Bridge .................... An Orchestra ... A Woman’s Club Street Scene Pierrot.............................. La plus que lente ............ Fire Dance .......................... Jeanne d'Arc ..................... Prayer—At work in the fields Vision—Her pledge to France Battle—Capture—Burned at the stake The Fallen Angel—With apologies to Mendelssohn Arranged by Gertrude Rosemond Waltz ..........................................Arensky Carpenter Tansman Pinto Tansman Liszt Reger 7 ansman Reger Debussy de Talla Sibelius Chopin Kreisler Brahms Liszt Chopin To close this year the Dance Club with the Glee Club contributed The Sleeping Beauty for the Spring Pageant. The Club feels deeply grateful to Miss Helen Dalton and Mrs. Grace for their efficient and untiring efforts. GLEE CLUB Left to right: Ruth Dvems. Andrea Scott. Helen Harper. Mary Louise Bros. Jean Price, Mary Clark. Amy Camp. Frances Mapes. Martha Larkin. Evelyn Stuart. Marilyn Nelson. Beatrice Dcvancy. Mary Hardenbergh. A I THE first meeting of the Glee Club this year the officers were elected. Frances Mapes was elected president and Ruth Deems, secretary-treasurer. In customary tradition, the Glee Club sang carols at the Jones-Harrison and Stevens homes at Christmas. Some of the girls also went to the Star of Bethlehem home. The singing was graciously received everywhere and seemed to bring pleasure. In preparing for this year's spring concert, the club had the good fortune to sing at the Music Education Clinic, and the further opportunity of working for a few minutes with Mac Kane, the director of the Northwestern A Cappell.i Choir. The concert which was given March fifth in collaboration with Blake Glee Club was a success and was received with much approval. The Glee Club sang two numbers for the Easter services on April fourteenth, and it also sang for the Parent-Teachers Association dinner and for the Alumnae luncheon. They sang for the spring pageant and will present one number during the Commencement exercises. The Club is indeed grateful to Miss Cotton for her efficient leadership. GLEE CLUB Left to right: Rosemary Campbell, Barbara Hill. Ruth Leslie. Dorie deVries, Margaret Young-quist. Joan Smith. Barbara Bissell. Jane Dobson. Elizabeth Keating. Virginia Lee. Peggy Smith. Mary Howe. Grctchen Luther. Jean Thomson. PROGRAM OF SPRING CONCERT Salutation Caines The Galway Piper Fletcher Wing of Morning . . . Wiley Rain ...... ... Curran The Nightingale Tschaikowsky Winter Song Bullard Tom Thumb's Drum Sarony Parade of the Wooden Soldiers Jessel Bells of St. Mary’s Adams (Marimba Solo) Jesu. Joy of Man s Desiring Bach Reflections in the Water Dehussy Chinese Lullaby, from East Is West” Riegger Moonbeams . .: . . . Herbert Ah. Sweet Mystery of Life Herbert Dance. My Comrades Bennett Swansea Town Holst H7| I COME OUT OF THE KITCHEN Olivia Dangcrficld (Alias Jane Ellen) Elizabeth Dangcrficld (Alias Araminth) Mrs. Falkener Cora Falkener ....... Amanda .................... Burton Crane . . . . . Thomas Lefferts Solon Tucker Paul Dangcrficld (Alias Smithfield) Charles Dangerfield (Alias Brindlebury) Randolph Weeks Mary Hardenbergh .Jean Price Margaret Youngquist ......Joan Smith Barbara Bissell Gretchen Luther Doric deVries Margaret Schubert Lois Belcher Elizabeth Cochran Virginia Lee I w | DRAMA CLUB A F I HR six weeks of ‘scrumbumptious’ but grinding preparation, the Drama ■ Club presented on December fourth Come Our of the Kitchen by A. E. I homas. Among other things experienced during rehearsals we learned to eat and to give th; impression of enjoying cold, day-old beets, flabby celery: and on the night of the performance, as a reward for our patient sufferings, we were regaled with watery soup “heated and flavored with dry ice! We were shocked, grieved, and mortified to see Ginny Lee. departing from her usual principles, making love to a Southern belle. Our hero. Gretchen Luther, and the other talented members of the cast put on a brilliant performance. The Club wants to thank Miss Hartman for her patience with our efforts, and for the inspiration she brings us in play production. CHRISTMAS PLAY TORTHROP SCHOOl. this year presented the Christmas play in the true ' Old English manner. The auditorium was arranged to represent an English great hall. In order that the fathers might come, the hour for the pageant was changed to four in the afternoon. The senior class opened the program with a tableau representing the Nativity scene. At the close of these devotions, the pageant of Christmas began. The player king ordered the lords and ladies of his court to dance. Father Christmas, dressed in a red suit and white fur. complete to red mittens, ushered in the various holiday figures depicted by the entire school. There was a plum pudding, and cranberry jelly, and all the other Christmas goodies performed in dances. These revels were followed by the bringing in of the boar's head and the Yule log. old customs in English festivities. The young wassailers then caroled for the king and his court, and received gifts of coins. At the dose, the king wished everyone a merry Christmas, and as a special treat, the guests were served wassail punch. SPRING PAGEANT IN ACCORDANCE with an established custom at Northrop School, the year was brought to a close with a pageant. This pageant successfully combined the efforts of the art department, the music department, the English department, and the Dance Club, f irst it must be mentioned that the pageant was one of many written by the students early in the spring at Miss Kinnaird's request. The one which seemed most adaptable for presentation, the Sleeping Heauty by Rosemary Campbell of Grade XL was chosen: it was based on the old German tale. The music which Tschaikowsky wrote as a setting for this tale was selected as the best accompaniment. The making of the costumes was supervised by Miss Duncan: the singing and accompaniment planned by Miss Cotton: and the dancing was perfected under Miss Dalton's direction. The solo parts were chosen from the Dance Club, with the rest of the girls in the school either singing or dancing in chorus. THE ART CONTEST TOURING the week of April 25th our main hall was colorfully decorated with the artistic efforts of the school. This was the fifth annual Northrop Art Contest. There were drawings, pewter work, puppets, finger paintings, and many exhibits of handicrafts. The judges were Professor Robert Hilpert of the art department of the University of Minnesota. Mrs. Louise Kelly, a well known landscape painter, and Mr. Harold Storer. a prominent portrait artist. A mural done by Mary Jane VanCampen and a curtain designed by Margaret Youngquist will both add permanent graceful ornament to the school. Joan Payne's exhibit deserves the special honors it was accorded. Miss Duncan’s inspiration has meant a great deal to all the young artists at Northrop. Cl.AY Im Prize—Lucille Camp. Horse 2nd Prize—Elizabeth Woodworth. Figure }rd Prize—Patricia Coan. Elephant Special Mention to Jane Lee Jackson for her entire group of work. MARIONETTE 1st Prize—I.cnore Benson. William Baxter 2nd Prize—Patty Curtin. Jane Baxter PUPPET 1st Prize—Ann Sheldon. Doc 2nd Prize—Ann Leslie. Wicked Queen Honorable Mention Sue Timbcrlake. Snow White PEWTER Prize—Alice Lyman. Bracelet Copper Prize—Patty Hill. Plate I. II. Ill GRADES PAINTING 1st Pri s - Sally Ankeny Entire group of work 2nd Prize—-Joan Fullerton. Purple House ■Jrd Prize—Judith Barker. Spring Honorable Mention to III Grade for their frieze on Norwegian Life. IV. V. VI GRADES PAINTING 1st Prize— Patricia Coan and Jean Dunn for their entire group of work 2nd Prize—Lucille Camp and Terrell Hawley. Spanish Lady frd Prize—Amy Belle Johnson and Terrell Hawley. Christmas picture Honorable Mention—Patsy Clifford. Landscape Cardboard Puppei: Prize to Elizabeth Lyman and Mary Beth Nelson Finger Painting 1st Prize—Dorothy Barnes 2nd Prize—Terrell Hawley Honorable Mention—Lucille Camp VII. VIII. IX GRADES Painting Special prize to Joan Payne for her group of work. 1st Prize—Betsy Stone. Ballet 2nd Prize—Henrietta Hill. Farm rd Prize—Mary Webster. Mexico Honorable Mention—Kitty Rand. Ballet Crafts 1st Prize—Ellen Rider. Plate 2nd Prize—Elizabeth McMillan. Bowl X. XL XII GRADES Drawing 1st Prize—Ann Lockrae for her entire group of work. 2nd Prize—Margaret Schubert. Old Man Ird Prize—Mary Hardenbergh. Head of girl PAINTING 1st Prize—Whitney Burton. Entire group of work. 2nd Prize—Mary Jane VanCampen. Head of girl Vd Prize—M. Youngquist. Curtain Honorable Mention—Andrea Scott. Under the Sea Crafts 1 st Prize—Marilyn Nelson. Bowl 2nd Prize—Ruth Leslie. Set of plates, etc. rd Prize—Edith Harrison, Entire group of work. TATLER BOARD Back row: Frances Mapcs. Janet Goodrich. Frances Olrich. Georgian.! CarSeton Helen Reynolds. Jean Price. Gloria Grimes. Mary Townsend. Grctchcn Luther. Mary Louise Bros. Center: Mary Jane VanCampen. Barbara Badger. Mary Moore. Margaret Schubert. Janet Sandy. Margaret Youngquist, Emmy Lou Lucker. Virginia Lee. Front: Mary Jane Gluck. Edith Harrison. Kitty Rand. Absent: Ann Lockrac. Judith Webster. Margaret Schubert Janet Sandy Barbara Badger Editor-in-Chief Associate Editor Chairman business Staff ADVISERS Jean Duncan Josephine Garst Christine Kinnaird business Literary Art I 51 ) HORSE SHOW In October Northrop held its jnnu.il horse show. Mrs. Richard P. Gale .ind Mrs. Lyman Wakefield. Jr., acted as judges. Mary Howe as ringmaster, and Virginia Lee as bugler. There were fourteen classes in the show. E:va Rutherford took first prize in the Senior Novice and Mary Davis took second. In the Beginners class Geraldine Bros and Sue Timberlake won first and second. Olivia Coan and Victoria Simmons placed in the Junior Novice, and Margaret Schubert and Frances Mapes were successful in the Senior Class. There were two pair-classes. Winners of the Upper School pair-class were Mary Davis and Eva Rutherford, first: and Patty Hill and Jessie Bowman, second. Janet Hartwell and Patricia Clifford took first in the Lower School pair-class. Kendall Ankeny and Harriet JafTray capturing second. In the Western class Mary Clark won the first prize Jane Dobson gave a quite unintentional exhibition of bronc riding! Cleverly costumed as Raggedy Ann and Andy, Mary Alice MeGough and Virginia Vandever led the Fancy Dress class, and Mary Davis and Mary Moore won the musical chair stunt. In the Bareback class Eva Rutherford was first and Janet Hartwell, second. Mrs. P. C. Rutherford and Eva carried away first honors in the Parent and Daughters class, while Mrs. L G. Carpenter and Nina placed second. The Championship Award went to Olivia Coan. with Mary Davis in second place. After the show, tea was served in the chapel, and spectators and riders agreed that the event was a great success. HOCKEY Who is going to win the hockey championship? seemed to be the all-important question around school during October and November. The practice games were close, and everyone was a little doubtful and very excited about the outcome. The final game for championship honors was played between the juniors and the freshmen. In spite of the cold, excitement bubbled over on the day of the game and a record crowd turned out for the match. After a game that furnished some thrills, the juniors finally carried off the championship, repeating the victory they had known as sophomores. The seniors added a novel note to the event this year and incidentally furnished some comforting cheer for the bleak day—by setting up a refreshment stand and serving hot cocoa, cookies, and sandwiches. The proceeds of the sale were given to the Minneapolis Community Fund. 152| HOCKEY TEAMS SENIORS Fucker Schubert Lyman Raynolds Howe. C. Badger VanCampcn Mapes Olrich Harper Youngquist JUNIORS de Vries C. Thomson Futher Fee Feslie Ashmun 1 lardenbergh C'arleton Dcvancy Goodrich Webster Campbell Deems Bros SOPHOMORES Farkin Cochran Harrison Price Stevenson Grace Belcher. C. Raynolds Dobson Jane Dobson Nelson Wheeler Camp Smith Keating Bissell McQueen Higgins FRESHMEN Bowman. C. A. Stevenson Rutherford Moore Massie E. Stevenson Atsvood Seybold Rand McGough Richards Rider Vandever Haglin Barker Davis Webster WINTER SPORTS This year skating was inaugurated as the regular winter sport for January so we were able to practice our figures for Winter Carnival instead of playing basketball. We worked on our skating routines with Mis Dalton during the week, and on Fridays we went to the Portland Rink for lessons. At the Summit School party there was an exhibition of figure skating, and some of the numbers under rehearsal for Carnival were given there. The climax of our work was the Winter Carnival on February fourth. It was a grand success in spite of the fact that it was the first ice carnival Northrop has ever held. It presented solos, duets, trios, ballets. We were hindered all year by warm weather and a consequent lack of good ice. However, we hope work done this year is merely a beginning for bigger and better” carnivals. During the snows of January, skiing became the first thought of many Northrop girls. On sports days we practiced skiing on the hills behind the school. Every Friday found all the enthusiasts at Glenwood Park where Mrs. Findley gave us lessons for an hour. Afterwards many of the girls trooped on to the larger hills to practice their newly acquired skills. Although they were handicapped by warm weather and sticky” snow. Northrop girls made great headway this winter in the art of skiing. (53J BASKETBALL The games for the championship came as an exciting climax to the basketball season. For nearly a month the girls had played during sports and gymnasium periods. The four upper classes struggled strenuously for the privilege of playing in the championship game. In the end the seniors and juniors were paired for the final match, but the freshmen had given them a hard fight. In the championship game, played at night as an annual occasion, the seniors played a brilliant defense but were at length defeated by the juniors. At the clos: of the season the faculty were challenged by the sophomores, juniors, and freshmen and in fast games they succeeded in severely beating their challengers. There was also a game between the Alumnae and the Varsity. The varsity team was made up of the best players selected from all classes. A rather small but determined group of alumnae turned out. but they were defeated by the Varsity. CLASS TEAMS SENIORS Badger Olrich (Substit Hill Raynolds Harper Howe Schubert Burton Lyman VanCampen Lucker Mapes JUNIORS Youngquist Campbell lee De Vancy Cartel on Thompson Goodrich dc Vries (Substitutes) S'uart Hardenbcrgh Deems SOPHOMORES (A) Bissell Scott Belcher Wheeler Larkin Dobson (Substitutes) Cochran Dobson Raynolds McQueen Keating Stevenson Nelson Smth B Chilton Grace Winton Camp Price Harrison Higgins FRESHMEN (A) Chilton Harper Atwood Stevenson Massic Moore Stevenson Rand Rutherford (B) Rider Webster Barber Vandever Haglin Clark McGough Richards ALL SCHOOL Howe. C. Hardcnbergh Campbell Mapes Thomson Belcher de Vries Lee Moore [54] SPRING SPORTS An absolutely sure sign of approaching summer at Northrop has always been baseball, and this year was no exception. As soon as the ground was dry enough, bats balls and enthusiastic players appeared, all anxious to prove the advent of summer. There were a great many aching arms and weary legs, showing the would be pitchers and batters that they still needed lots of limbering up. No one minded the warm, warm sun. or the slightly rosy noses, because at long last, summer was really here. At first there were no teams, but later there were class teams, playing ever so avidly to uphold the honor of the class. The Juniors challenged the Senior class to a game, the first week in May. which was only the beginning of the class competition. Another sure, but later sign of summer, is tennis. It doesn't matter how good you may be. or how bad: all that matters is the spirit of the game. Chasing or hitting balls becomes a wonderful sport indeed, as soon as weather permits. Courts suddenly become crowded after the cold months of idleness. This spring, as in other years, there was a tennis match. A very large, and very complex chart was made up by the Athletic Committee, showing who played who, where. This match had been started in the fall, but due to bad weather, had never been completed. These games were started as soon as the courts in the Parade ground were rolled and lined, early in May. A game new to Northrop was started this year. The school bought I.acrosse equipment and the eighth grade started playing as soon as the sticks arrived. For the rest of the spring, there was a great deal of practice. So far participation in I.acrosse has been voluntary. This year, the sport will probably be a regular part of the school activities, and a very popular part. too. judging from the reception it has had this year. Under the enthusiastic direction of Miss Helen Dalton and Miss Helen Shoemaker, this year of sports has been much fun. [55] FACULTY SCHOOL CALENDAR September 15 Miss Spurr royally entertains the coming Seniors at a tea. 16 Once again we all troop up the familiar steps of Northrop, and classes b-’gin. October 4 The Northrop girls have a horse show. 6 Wc arc all thoroughly impressed after listening to a talk by Chief Spotts-wood of the Minneapolis Fire Department. I 2 We celebrate Columbus Day in chapel. 1 5 The annual Old Girls’ Party for the New is a huge success. 21 We hear a Community Fund Appeal and respond with enthusiasm. 27 Mrs. Brcckenridgc tells us of the Frontier Nursing Service in the Kentucky mountains. 29 Hurray' We have a holiday because of a meeting of the M. E. A. November 9 Mrs. Mabcth Paige speaks while we take in every word. 10 The Seniors enjoy a tea and book review given for them by the faculty. 15 Mrs. Glenn Waters discusses plays with us. 18 Miss Duncan talks, and delights us with many beautiful pictures. 20 Again we enjoy ourselves at the Fall Dance given by the Northrop League. 21 Parents are invited to a Book Tea at which the Seniors are hostesses. 24 Vacation' Turkey! December 1 We all view with interest the eighth grade's Hobby Show.” 8 Mr Munch fascinates us with a talk about bird-life. 10 We'll never forget the beautiful Smorgasbord ' I 58 J 16 The Junior and Senior high schools at Northrop present their Christmas pageant. 17 Merry Christmas and lots of fun! JANUARY 5 We are prepared to settle down to thoughts of school as we return to familiar halls. 12 Junior mothers and their daughters have tea and discuss colleges. 14 The winners of the Better English Week contest receive a half-holiday. 25 Exams'—Blue Books! Blue Looks! 28 Unconsciously we realize that today is a holiday after our exams. February 4 A group of future Sonja ILnics exhibit their talents in the Ice Carni val. 7 Members of the Taller board present a ‘'terrific program, inspiring all to buy l«H8 Tatlers. 10 We enjoy thoroughly a program presented by the St. Louis Park high school Madrigal Singers and the music faculty of Summit School. 14 Pleasant moments at the seventh and eighth grade Valentine Party. I 7 Mrs. Harrie Chamberlain, member of International Board of Y. W. C. A., talked to the M. S. on Three International Conferences. 22 Wc give a party for the Northeast Neighborhood House. MARCH 5 The Jenny Linds and Carusos of Northrop and Blake present their annual concert. 10 We listen intently to Rabbi Albert G. Minda of Temple Israel. 18 The Reverend Clifford A. Nelson of the Gloria Dei Lutheran Church of St. Paul addresses us 21 Wc arc highly amused by a spelling bee conducted in Chapel. Faculty vs. Students! 25 Dr. David Nelson Beach speaks to us. Plaster vacation begins 159 1 April 4 Wc return to the old routine of read-in', 'rilin', and 'rilhmetic. 7 Dr. Richard C. Raines speaks to us. 8 The eighth grade thrills us to admiration with its operetta. 12 Dr. Francis J. Gilligan of St. Paul Seminary talks to us. 14 Miss Spurr leads Easter Chapel services. 15 Again we may sleep in the morning for it is Good Friday, and wc have a holiday. 20 The Seniors entertain their mothers and the Faculty at a tea. 21 Today we have a double feature: The Chorus presents a “Cantata. and the tenth grade gives us a program 22 The seventh grade, winners of the Junior high school Tatler “ad contest. receive a half-day holiday. 25 The week of April 25 an Art Exhibit is in progress. 29 Members of the Dance Club present their Annual Dance Program. May 14 We don clothes suitable for a barn dance and go to the roof. 19 The eighth grade presents Snow White. a puppet show, and Seventeen. a marionette show. 25 The girls of Northrop are hostesses to the Alumnae on Alumnae Day. 50 As a deep breath before final exams, wc arc given a holiday on Decoration Day. 31 This week we attempt to pass our final exams. June 3 The Juniors present the Seniors with a memorable evening at the Junior-Senior Prom. 6 We present our annual pageant. 7 Commencement exercises todav. 8-17 Review for College Boards. 20 We struggle through College Boards. (60J LOWER SCHOOL GRADE V! Dorothy Barnes. Jean Stevenson. Lucia Heffelfinger. Harriet Jaffray. Carol Hawkins. Kendall Ankeny. Susan Rand. Janet Hartwell. Ann Wurtele. Gretchen Knoblauch. Patsy Clifford. Gcannc Carpenter. GRADE V Joan Donaldson. Martha Struthers. Polly Win ton. Patty Kennedy. Mary Wur-tcle. Betty Kennedy. Terrell Hawley. Patsy Mecs. Jean Dunn, Patricia Coan. Elizabeth I yman. Lucille Camp. Amy Belle Johnson. Sally Wheeler. Mary Martin. Mary Beth Nelson. Eleanor Swanson. Jane Thomas. GRADE IV Susan Cobb. Charlotte Lyman. Mary St iIson. Nina Carpenter. Margaret Williams. Yvonne Grabow. Judy Rand. Rosalie Heffel-fingcr. I62| GRADE III Joan Dalrymplc. Helen Preus. Helen Tearse, Sylvia Traer. Cynthia Knoblauch. Thirza Jones. Esther Crosby. Nancy Wrench. Sally MacRae. Judith Barker, Stanley Brooks. Adcle Wells. Sheila Strong. GRADE II Sally Ankeny. Sally Pierce. Joan Wurtelc. Molly Rand. GRADE I Ann Crosby. Elizabeth Crosby. Joan Fullerton. Ul-rika I.cmke. Penelope Rand, Barbara Rownd. Dorothy Witt. KINDERGARTEN deWalt Ankeny. Tommy Carpenter. Richard Mcland. Carol Quist. Connie Wurtelc. Ann MacDougall. I 63 | LOWER SCHOOL ACTIVITIES. 1937-1938 Kindergarten and First Grade: The first grade and kindergarten made their annual visit to Boulder Bridge Farm. They also plan to visit the University Farm to see the baby animals. This spring the kindergarten children visited the park to sec the pigeons, ducks and swans. The kindergarten have made a study of moths. They succeeded in getting many lovely and unusual ones. They also had a praying mantis. Guess what! An Easter Bunny with blue eyes came to see the kindergarten children on Easter Monday. The children were delighted with the unusual visit. First Grade Activities: This year the first grade did an unusual thing. The whole room visited a child's home in turn until each child's home had been visited. A few children finished their number books as a gift for their mothers on Mother's Day. SECOND GRADE ACTIVITIES: In the autumn the second grade visited Loring Park and fed the swans, ducks, squirrels and pigeons. Things learned from this trip were used in nature books. A morning visit at the Kenwood Telephone Exchange gave enlarged understanding of communication. Recently, excursions were taken to the Walker Art Gallery, the State Historical Building, and the St. Paul Institute in connection with a study of Indian Life. The grade has also been studying shepherd life. They have washed, carded, spun, and woven yarn. They also dyed some yarn for their special shepherd-life book. Third Grade Activities: The third grade has gone on many excursions. They went to the fire-engine station on Yale Place, to the Institute of Arts, to the Kenwood Telephone Exchange, and to the Northeast Neighborhood House. Twenty-seven scrap books were made for the children's ward patients at General Hospital Large scrap books were made for Northeast Neighborhood Nursery. The grade slipped some plants in little pots to take to the babies at Northeast Neighborhood House for Mother's Day presents for their mothers. The third grade's entertainment this year was a Dutch play and a Dutch luncheon for the parents. A Valentine luncheon party was given for the Fourth Grade. An exhibit of dolls—old and nesv. foreign and domestic—was shown in the second floor cases. There were 187 dolls from twenty-seven nations. There was an exhibit of foreign money —some very ancient pieces—from twenty-six nations. FOURTH GRADE ACTIVITIES: The fourth grade has been studying transportation. They made a map of Minnesota, labeling the cities, telling what they were important for. They have a newspaper for which the girls bring pictures of subjects they arc studying. The Brownies have been very active with a party for the Brownies of Whittier. They also made Christmas boxes. Miss Shoemaker is the Brown Owl. Fifth Grade Activities: Weekly spell downs for the fifth grade have become interesting. The fifth grade has been working on a castle. They have been studying the knights of olden times, and decided to make the castle. Many happy hours ate spent in hobby shop. There they make lovely and useful things. The sixth grade also enjoy these hours. The fifth grade made their own pillow slip masques for the Christmas pageant. Billy Beg and the Bull was given as a puppet show this year. The class made the scenery and the puppets. The fifth grade s paper. The Northrop Special. has come into being this year. They have learned much as they gathered news and assembled it. Sixth grade Activities: The sixth grade is now using a new plan for chapel. They go to regular chapel every other week. The days they do not go to chapel they work in their room. There arc four groups of three girls each. Each group is doing a different thing. The first make scrap books, the second make stuffed animals, the third map transparencies for the windows, the fourth study old writing and make manuscripts and bookplates. When one girl has had time to make one thing, she goes on to the next group. The scrap books and stuffed animals will be given to a hospital. Carol Hawkins and Kendei.l Ankeny. VI. Strenuous Jays' Candid Whoa’ Htlen Preus The withiny well School trails Sunny days Sunny smiles (65) Ann and Rickey Sand Castles Helen. Judy. Esther In Loring Park Teeter-totterI Acrobats Pigeon study I Recess Two little girls in blue [66] My Mind My mind is like a wilderness Where all my thoughts do wander. Where deep, gloomy forests lie in slumber As drooping grey moss hangs from the dark boughs in tangle. Where gay brooks weave their way among green valleys. And on the mountain peaks there gleam The air castles of my dreams. First Prize. 7 atler Contest JANE THOMAS, V. Mother’s Garden Mother's old-fashioned rosegarden was never as beautiful as the time I came upon it at sundown. It looked so delicate and helpless that lovely evening, and the soft pink and brilliant crimson stood out against the colors of the flaming sun as it sank away behind the firs. The odor of the roses, and soft baby blue and tiny yellow eyes of the forget-me-nots blended and made me feel as though I was floating through Paradise. The tall dark-green majestic firs formed a strong, vivid background for this lovely scene. The birds began to sing vespers as the sun sank in the colorful sky. Honorable Mention. Tatler Contest KENDAI.L ANKENY. VI. Sunny Spring King Winter's reign is over Gone is his icy blast. And Spring with her sunny clover, Has come to us at last. With her lovely golden days. And her merry coaxing ways. With her green and budding trees. And her white capped sparkling seas. Spring is here! Spring is here! The gladdest time of the whole new year. With her lovely sunny days. And her merry coaxing ways. Honorable Mention, l aller Contest CAROL HAWKINS. VI. Longing I do not want to leave my childhood When dew has kissed my bare feet. The meadows, fields, forests and wildwood Replaced by a crowded street. And the golden stalks of waving grain Round the busy buzzing bees. The sweetness of the misty rain. And dark brown trunks of trees. 1 don't want books to be my learning. Not to read or write or spell. I would know why bird calls arc yearning As whippoorwills in the dell: And instead of my history book. About brave knights and great men. What makes the mill wheel down by the brook Turn the water round again. What makes the sweet, fresh red clover field Turn brown in the season of the fall? Is it because it has to yield. And can't help itself at all? So never may I roam again Through fragrant fields of clover I wish I ever could remain A barefoot little rover. Jane Thomas. V. Bumble Bees The Little Bird It’s fun to watch the bumble bees Go flying in and out the trees. I And wouldn't it be fun for you. To do the funny things they do? I he little bird was in the tree While he sang his lovely song And the memories come back to me That have been locked up so long. II And wouldn't it be fun to be. A little flying bumble bee? The memories of my childhood The memories of the past The little bird, he understood My thoughts, which held me fast. Elizabeth Lyman. V. Polly Winton. V. Rainy River As twilight approached, the moon rose high in the heavens brightening the old Indian trail. The whispering wind blew gently and made tiny ripples on the quiet river. The full moon glittered like myriads of sparkling diamonds set in sapphires of a deep-blue. From the distance could be heard a faint rushing of water. In back of the forest stood a high snow-peaked mountain behind which the moon had crept. Dorothy Barnfs. VI. Spring Time The little pink hyacinths stick up their heads. The poppies pop out of the flower beds. Then out on the trees the wee buds come. The blue birds start singing tum-twee-till-tee-tum. The sky is so blue and the air is so clear. The children are shouting that springtime is here. Honorable Mention. 7 alter Contest HARRIOT JAFFRAY. VI. Jealousy I'm a little lady bug I'm jealous of a bee. Why should he have golden stripes So beautiful to see? I think I'll ask the sun fairy If she will give to me Those beautiful, lovely golden stripes Upon a shadow sea. So early in the morning I climbed a marble stair And flew over to her throne And perched up in her hair. I told her that I wanted To be very like the bee Excepting that I wanted some originality. She laughed and said. Oh! little bug You really ought to learn How to control your vanity.’’ Janf Thomas. V. Some of the Nicest Things We Know GRADE IV The sound of the waves rushing upon the shore of a lake. To touch the fur of a dog. To hear pop corn popping on a cold night. To hear the sound of leaves rustling under my feet, as I walk. Judy Rand. Feeling of a horse's coat. Sound of the wind through the trees. To see the sun set over the lake in clouds. The sound of Mother's voice when she comes home from a long trip. To feel the bed clothes at night when I am tired. Nina Carpenter. The smell of the greenhouse, like perfume filling the air. The songs of birds, like fairies calling each other. The looks of hoar frost, like fairies' lace. The looks of a glacier, like a cap for the mountain. Springtime, like a world of color. Mary Stilson. To hear the crackling fire. To hear people laugh when they are very happy. To hear horses' hoofs go clattering on the hard pavement. To hear the birds sing their merry, little songs, as they sit on the window sills of the house next door. To see the trains go whizzing down the tracks. Rosalie Heffelfinger. To jump on beds. Hearing music. Snow on the trees. Susan Cobb. To smell the food from the kitchen. To hear the fish splash in the water. To hear the rain on the roof. To see the waves wash up on shore. Yvonne Grabow. The touch of velvet. A tinkling stream outside my door at night. The smell of the big gym. A beautiful painting. A garden of flowers. Charlotte Lyman. A nestling teddy bear. Cool water. Soft bedclothes. Margaret Williams. A Snowflake Snowflake, snowflake. You look as white as a birthday cake. You fall so softly in the night. I can't hear you. you are so light. It seems as if you'll never stop But when you do, I go out to play. And have a very happy day: You are a lovely fairy land. And the wind plays like a fairy band. Stanley Brooks. III. The Snow and the Wind Blow. wind. blow, and spread the snow. Whirling and twirling round, falling softly to the ground: I'll pile you up in a drift. Then you will sift Under fences.—out on roads. Lie on doorsteps, and windowsills. Until the sun comes out. Helen Preus. III. The Snowflakes Snowflakes, snowflakes, drop so softly. White little snowflakes dainty and fluffy. Whirling and twirling the snowflakes go At last they lie still, and we call them snow. Hundreds and hundreds, packed side by side To make a big bank where I can slide. Helen Tearse, III. The Snow A fairy world 1 see, All white as white can be. Children sliding, skating, skiing. World so white! Sun so bright! Sally Mac Rae. III. A Letter to Santa Dear Santa: I hope your reindeer are strong and swift. I hope Mrs. Santa is well. Christmas is a hard time for you. Our Christmas tree is lighted with pretty colored lights. I want some candy in my stocking. I want mother to have a diamond bracelet. Adele Wells. III. Signs of Spring The birds have come. The sun is bright, and it is quite warm. Our plants are growing because it is so warm. Children are running without coats, hats, or leggins. They are playing marbles and jacks. They are roller-skating. The sun is so warm that even the ice and snow are almost gone. It is spring! Sylvia Traer. III. Hoar Frost Silver sod upon the ground. Moisture upon the trees so thick. Beauty like a fairy tree. Light from silvery sod. Pretty frost on the trees I see Above the hills. Beautiful o'er the silvery sod. We shall never forget the beautiful sight Upon the silvery sod. Grade II SALLY ANKENY. Thanksgiving Father, we thank Thee for the night. For food and clothes and pleasure. Grade II SALLY PIERCE. Frost When the frost is on the trees It looks like beads of silver. Every little twig and branch Sparkles in the sun. Grade II Molly Rand. The Turkey See the turkey strut along among the fodder. There the pumpkins shine so bright in the sunlight. The turkey has such pretty feathers. They shine in the sunlight too. Grade II JOAN WuRTELE. Easter Easter's the happiest time of the year. The snow has gone. And spring is here. New buds of life are everywhere. The Easter lilies are blooming fair. The birds are singing their first sweet note. The earth is dressed in a new green coat. Oh happy day for the Lord has risen. Grade VI ANN WURTELE. 172] PEN POINTS A Memory (Dedicated to Anne Overman) The icy mountain creek. Where play the speckled trout Runs swift, unfeeling, down. Its destiny—but doubt. We. beside the creek. Cool breezes whispering near. Sit and muse on friendship. The love of those so dearl We watch the panorama. Sun sinking in the west. We sit in total darkness Beneath the mountain's crest. Tomorrow we are leaving. To see the creek no more. Fond memories assail us Of those glad days of yore. But suddenly we feel a chill! The future cannot see. We leave the mountain far behind. Blessed valley, hill and tree. We wondered then, departing. If sorrow were ahead. We now look back upon it all. All that was done and said. For each word that was spoken Is now a cause for pain. We sigh, with tears remember That last touch, last smile again. A precious gem along life's way. A friendship tried and true. My whole life will be better Because of knowing you. And someday in the future. In lands across the sea. I hope to see your smile again. Through all eternity. First Prize. Taller Poetry Contest ANDREA SCOTT. X. I74| A Discourse on Diddles A PPARENTLY Mr. Webster is unaware of the existence of this form of the word ’diddle.'' A diddler is one who diddles. Therefore it seems to follow that ' diddles’’ are the product of one’s diddling. Modern exponents of this fruitful pastime (and there is much discussion as to whether it is really fruit one sees, for some have advanced the theory that it is a surrealist masterpiece in its beginning) have invented a different ‘ diddle for every occasion, so that one is not left at a loss for something to do. Followers of the diddle have found this amusement to be very educational. They say that it elevates them to higher planes of thought. I have never tested the truth of this statement. Of the various types of the diddle. the one which seems to predominate is the filled-in-O. Examples of this may be found on note pads, in diaries (if one is so bold as to look). Some may even be seen in the inner recesses of the telephone directory downstairs. The other day I found a filled-in-O in my Latin book, of all places! In fact. I think there were two of them! Another diddle which has just been brought to light slightly resembles a tangerine with fuzz on it. Someone has been so generous as to donate a pair of legs. This multi-peded creature stares at me from every scrap of paper in my desk. A third type, which I fear is known only to those whose souls are forever seeking expression through what they believe to be the true diddle. appears at first glance to be an elongated eel. but. upon further scrutiny, it becomes apparent that the eel is divided into separate compartments, which again are divided into other compartments, which are divided into hollow cones. One popular theory concerning this thing's existence is that each distinct division of its inner self represents a corresponding stage in its spiritual attainment. It is apparently now passing through what more profound diddlers know as the ultra-gyro-dynamic period. It will be interesting to note whether it continues its upward march, or suffers a relapse. Theorists say that its success and development depend upon the availability of Miss Wilson s assignment pads. There arc also those diddles which take on geometric form: such as the crossed hexagon. or the concavc-from-abovc petadyhexagon. The existence of the latter has been doubted for many years, but by extensive research I have satisfied myself that it does appear now and then. Recent statistics place the odds at about one in thirteen million. Despite these staggering figures. I noticed a partially completed concave-from-above petadyhexagon in my notes! I am told that this discovery lowers the odds to about one in thirteen million, five hundred seventy-five thousand, six hundred twenty-seven, which is a decrease of five points. I am pleased to have been the source of such valuable information. This seems to have exhausted my rather limited knowledge of the diddle. However, there is just one word of warning I would leave with you. Do not maltreat the diddle. for while it is a pleasant friend, it can also be a harmful enemy. Awarded First Prize. Taller Prose Contest Jean Thomson. XI “Second Fiddle ’ HTHE rustic and confusion on the stage gave warning of the approach of the orchestra members. Chairs were put into position and instruments were taken from their cases. Then the tuning up began amid general confusion. If one listened carefully, one could hear the “zoom, zoom” of the bass viol finding its key note along with the intriguing lilt of the flute. The flutist was in a merry mood, and the notes he played made one want to frisk through sylvan glades. As the bows were drawn across the taut strings of the violins, one heard high, bird like notes of gaiety and gladness. In contrast to these happy sounds one could distinguish the low “boom, boom of the drums. At last all was in readiness. The door on the left opened. In swept a small man of rather shabby appearance. Herr Pretzel! His world was one of melodious harmonies. What did it matter to him if his hair was somewhat longer than the fashion, or if his trousers were merely trousers and not works of art. Herr Pretzel scooted to his platform and. bowing to the audience, raised his baton. Silence fell and gradually the melody swelled. The first violins, the second violins, the flutes, trombones, drums, piccolos—all were blending together to create this thing of beauty—the rendering of a symphony. Herr Pretzel's expressive hands guided the players with intuitive skill. So—the finished product! This was the result of the hours of practicing. In the arrangement of an orchestra the first violins carry the main theme Back of them are the second violins. The former are full of life and sparkle. They attract attention. Some of the audience may think “What a pretty tune! But who will think what the composition would be without the trustworthy “second fiddles' who go on and on. unceasing and untiring. It is easy to draw a parallel to the make-up of a symphony orchestra—life itself. As in an orchestra, we have a tuning up process, our elementary education and high school and college training. There we find our keynote'' and take our cue from the director's hand. We try to live, work and play happily, blending as do the violins, flutes, and viols. Sometimes we do not succeed, for there are those who are not content to play “second fiddle. Everyone cannot be the leader to carry the main theme in the scheme of things, but it is just as important to do well the secondary part which may fall to one's lot. These second fiddle players furnish the underlying background. What is a picture without a background or music without the contrasting parts? How important, then, that all second fiddles do their part well, with joy in the knowledge of being an important, a very important factor in the orchestra of life. Honorable Mention. Tatler Prose Contest ANDRRA SCOTT. X. Skating Floating through space. Moving gently o’er glass: Swirling with grace And down with a thump! Spinning so lightly. Gliding o’er stardust: Shining so brightly Then, oh! such a thud! That’s skating! Martha Larkin. X. Night To you. intangible night, a toast. Oft your dark silence spreads With dull solemnity over the endless sky. Sometimes your peaceful expanse is torn By rain laden clouds, knives of lightning, roars of thunder There again your mystic realm is clothed In shady mist. A pale moon glows. Yet gives no light. However. 1 toast you. Night, when. Like a bottle of champagne You bubble over with millions of tiny stars. When a bright moon glows with warm radiance. And there is an unspoken feeling of Beauty and peace. Honorable Mention, Taller Poetry Contest FRANCES MAPES. XII A Storm at Sea The great gray clouds go rolling by The wind blows harder than before. The white-capped waves are dashing high. They beat against the rocky shore. Now distant thunder can be heard. The streaks of lightning light the skies. The storm now raging at its worst. Drowns out the sounds of sea gulls' cries. The rain in torrents met the waves. The heavy clouds were drooping low. All night the waves tossed here and there. Then at the dawn the storm did go. There are no clouds now in the sky. The rocks are washed upon the shore. Now only calm still waters lie. Where tossed the waves the night before. Honorable Mention. Taller Poetry Contest OLIVIA C.OAN. VII. On Cats C'ATS have personality. 1 hat is. domesticated cats, and I daresay wild ones have, too, though I have never been on intimate terms with those. But I am more than familiar with the domesticated variety, and I have found that they have more personality than dogs, and as many brains as dogs. too. for that matter. I feel that cats are not given credit for their intelligence or for their personality. Because they are demonstrative in their affection for the human race, dogs have always been considered of superior intelligence, and cats have been shoved aside to shift for themselves as far as developing their intelligence is concerned. They, unlike dogs, do not mind this state of affairs in the least. Indeed, they would take offense if affairs were otherwise, for they want nothing from life but a full saucer of milk three times a day for oftener) and privacy for a good part of the time. Cats, unlike dogs, are independent, and by this very independence show their superior intelligence. A dog will lie down and sit up and play dead for hours on end—when he could think of a thousand things he would rather do—merely because that human who calls himself his master commands him to do so. Cats would never do that. With them their comfort comes first and foremost, and they would not think their comfort lay in doing any of the tricks mentioned above. You cannot teach a cat tricks—not because he does not have the intelligence to learn—but because he knows that doing such tricks will undoubtedly interfere with his comfort, and so he does not choose to learn. Our cat knows a variety of commands such as sitting up or lying down, but he refuses to obey them unless he knows that by so doing he can receive a bit of chicken or some such juicy tid bit: our dog will do anything you tell him. simply because he believes he has to. And he does have to. because it is expected of him. whereas a cat does not have to—he is not expected to—people are always surprised if he does. Cats are also snobs. From the lowliest alley-cat kitten to the highest Persian prize-winner, all are snobs. My cat would be classed with the Persian. I suppose, and he is one of the worst snobs I have ever known. The awful part of it is he has nothing at all to be snobbish about, save that his great-great-grandfather won the best in the show once upon a time: and he couldn’t possibly know that, because he wasn't even born then and has never caught so much as a glimpse of his pedigree! Still, if I call him in the very nicest manner, very often all he does is turn his head away and look disdainfully off into space. It can't be because he can’t hear, for he may be sitting not two feet away from me—it’s just because he's an insufferable snob. Cats are beggars. They can be easily spoiled, because they are snobs to start with, and once spoiled they become beggars. They claw at your arm when you are seated at the table, and make insistent noises at you. If you don't give them what they want, they claw at the tablecloth until it is in danger of sliding off. with all the dishes on it. You could chase them from the room, of course, but you don't. They are much too cute for that, so you call the maid and tell her kitty’s hungry, and take feme of the choice bits of meat off your own plate for her to give him in the kitchen. Then all is peace for about a minute. Back comes kitty, more insistent than before. You ring for maid. “Didn't you give Dingy his meat. Everclf “Yes. but he wouldn't eat it. He just turned up his nose and walked away. (78J You sigh and go back to your eating, and then comes that persistent little paw. In desperation you drop down a juicy morsel. He gobbles it eagerly but daintily, and waits impatiently for more. You drop another, bigger this time. No. he won't eat that—it's much too big. When you cut it in two he eats it eagerly. For cats arc the daintiest creatures in the world and more persnickety about their food than many a human. Cats not only beg for food, but they beg to be let outdoors when they know perfectly well they're not allowed to go. At first they rub around your legs and make delightful purring sounds. Then, if attention is not paid to them, they do one of two things: they either scratch the rug or a piece of furniture or wrap their claws around your leg and bite—hard. My cat scratches the rug. and we have laboriously trained our dog to chase him when he is heard scratching. Poor Sunny docs this only because he feels it is his duty, and sometimes Dingy stops, sometimes he docs not. all depending on the mood he’s in. Cats are particular about their comfort. They will never lie on silk or cotton when there is wool to be had—it is warmer and softer, and they love to knead it with their front paws. My Dingy refuses to eat under the stove when the oven is on—he feels that it is too hot. and his saucer must be moved to another part of the kitchen. If it is not moved promptly enough, he makes his want definitely known. He insists upon sleeping in my favorite chair in the daytime, and it has now become a race to see who gets there first. Once he gets there. I usually allow him to stay. He looks so sweet and contented—and there are other chairs. . . . AH cats are vain. Indeed, they are the vainest creatures on earth, and try constantly to get into the most graceful and beautiful poses. They preen themselves constantly—Dingy has washed his face so much that all the hair is worn off his front paws. I am positive that they know what colors afford the nicest background for their beauty. Dingy is coal-black, and his favorite spots are an apple-green chair, a turquoise-blue bedspread, and a flesh-pink blanket, and his favorite diversion is silting atop a yellow book-case looking at orange goldfish swimming around in a tank filled with green seaweed. He sits motionless for hours beside this tank in the most graceful positions, but if we get a camera, he immediately jumps down. He is far too contrary to waste time posing for a picture. It is not only Dingy who chooses the best colors for his fur. for my friend has a snow-white Persian who insists upon lying on any blue velvet, no matter where it is; another, pearl-grey has appropriated her mistress’ coral divan for her very own. and a third, an orange Persian, loves anything inky black. Cats have curiosity. A cat has never been known who was not curious. If a bundle is brought into the house, they are always on hand when it is opened, and promptly get into the box or wrapping paper. If flowers are brought from the yard, they are not content until they have smelled every one and thoroughly approved of them. If a door is opened or shut (particularly that of the ice-box) they run to see. no matter if they are asleep upstairs and the door is shut in the basement. Cats are devils. They are selfish, vain, independent busy-bodies: but they are also cuddly, adorable, affectionate, indispensable companions. They are the most satisfactory pets one could possibly have: and they have more personality than anything else in the world. Honorable Mention. Taller Prose Contest Ann Lockrai:. XI. Certain Death by Staying Home ACCORDING to the American Red Cross more than thirty-eight thousand five hundred persons die yearly in home accidents. So. if you don't value your life, stay home to try some of these very successful methods. One is certain to work. First, you might try climbing. Of course, you must not use a steady step-ladder. but employ a rocking chair or the end of a bed. If this doesn't appeal to you. pretend you're an owl and walk about at night without turning on the lights. If you escape from this with only a broken neck or back and you still insist on courting death, take a bath. Keep the lights low until you're in the tub and your hands are wet. Then turn on the lights. If you would rather be more comfortable while you do the job. bring a bridge lamp into the bathroom to read by. When you are satisfied with the story, tip the lighted lamp into the tub. and you'll die very happily. In case this doesn't work you can play Blind Man. To play this game, you must have a well stocked medicine cabinet and a large folded handkerchief. Tie the handkerchief over your eyes and stumble into the bathroom. Open the door of the cabinet and grab. You must swallow what your hands get hold of first. Of course, you may get your mouth wash. Next sharpen a knife the wrong way or spill some boiling liquid on yourself. These are sometimes very serious, but often they aren’t serious, just painful. By this time you’re probably a nervous wreck, so if you tried to shoot yourself you’d shake too much and hit someone else. As a last resort, in case these methods weren’t successful, send someone to the druggist for hemlock. Now. lie down on a comfortable chaise longue and drink this as you would a coca cola. This must work. Honorable Mention. Taller Prose Contest MARILYN NELSON, X. My Power Up. up—up I climb through damp fragrant forest. Treading silently upon responsive cushion-moss. The crisp spice of the pine-needles as I step urges me Up. up—up to the top where spacious green fields, a talkative brook. And a host of bobbing flowers welcome me. Yet still I must go up. up— Up till on top of a pedestal rock I can stop. Feel freedom—power—possession! Far below me spreads my fluffy, green carpet bestarred with My bright-eyed flowers: Beyond, my magnificent pine army, divided symmetrically into legions By my fire-trails, my snake-like roads and my twisting rivers. Marches to the edge of my blue gleaming lake. They meet my island-battleships on whose decks more of My armies stand. Beyond this my mountains form an ominous garrison— Protection for all my beautiful world. Yet still an intangible something compels me to look Up. up—up: for my power is not below me. The heavens hold a power and a freedom unfathomed by humanity. God is in His heavens—’’ All these beauties, this power is God's not mine. God is my power! I must look up. up—up! ( «0) Ruth Deems. XI. Who Are They? Who arc they? Those scheming men who plan and plan To fill the poppy fields with dead And make more crosses in the land. Who arc they? Those scheming men who yearn and crave To build an army massed and strong To decimate the good and brave. Why live they? When those whom they have sent to war. Have sent to fight our unknown foe Are lost from us forever more. Do they die? When, blinded by their lust for power. They send their armies of men to kill — And be killed, brother by brother. Do they see? The sadness of a last goodbye. The mother gives unto her son As he goes off to fight and die. Do they feel? The sting of bullets pierce their hearts Each time a father fails in line Each time a youth from earth departs. Where is God? That men can do such deeds on earth Can order bands to fight and kill Can send out troops to war and death. Oh. my God. Who sent Thy Son to us from heaven Send down Thy grace upon us now As we before Thee humbly bow. Oh. Father, hear our prayer in heaven! Who are they? Why live they? Honorable Mention. I atler Poetry Contest ROSEMARY CAMPBELL. XI. [81 1 Tombstone IN the first place. Tombstone, many years ago. was renowned as the toughest. two-gun. rootin', tootin', shootin' town in the whole Southwest. It not only was tough, but was one of the richest cities in the country—for underneath its streets lay a wealth of precious metal. In Tombstone were situated the richest silver mines in the world. At the first word that silver had been discovered by an obscure prospector who had stumbled on the rich vein entirely by mistake, the West went wild. They were used to gold rushes and silver rushes, but this was more than a mere flash in the pan. This incredibly pure vein ran far back into the hills, and gave no sign of wearing out as suddenly as it had been found. The town of Tombstone sprung up literally over night. At the very first it was a city of tents, and then, as more claims were made, flimsy wooden buildings were set up. More and more buildings were built, hastily and badly, and soon the town made an ugly blot on the desert scene, for although there were a great many buildings and it was a thriving town, the order of the dav was ‘ hurry. and nothing was well-built, beautiful, or meant to be permanent. The atmosphere of Tombstone was always a hysterical one. How could you expect anything else when fortunes were made and lost in a day—made in the mines, and lost in saloons and gambling dens such as the Crystal Palace? The town was absolutely lawless. It was considered a quiet and uninteresting evening if there were not two or three shootings in each of the saloons or gambling dens. To kill a man was not considered a criminal offense, and you were not condemned if you had killed two or three. Indeed, the more notches in a man's gun. the higher he ranked in Tombstone society. But if killing a man was not a criminal offense, stealing a horse was. and the man who committed this crime was immediately hanged, if he was caught before the town had forgotten about it: there was a famous lynching elm outside the post office, very handy because of the limb hanging out over the street at just the right height. Of course, a town like this must have its amusement, and so the Bird Cage Opera House was built. This was a one-story frame building with three rooms —the bar. the auditorium or theater, and the dressing room backstage. When I visited this place last winter. I found the entire building to be riddled with bullet-holes—the ceiling, the walls, the floors, every visible inch of space seemed to have its hole. But this did not seem astonishing when you learned that the men. while waiting for the scenes to change in the theater, or while waiting for their drinks in the bar. would amuse themselves by shooting the roses out of the ladies hair, or the glasses out of their hands. There is no record of whether or not they ever missed. There was one ambitious soul who did not confine his practice of marksmanship to the theater, however. He was an artistic soul, and very proud of his ability to shoot, and so. when he felt genius burn.' he would stand his wife against the wall in any position he desired, and would proceed to outline her body in bullets, placing them about an inch apart. When he was finished, she would step away from the wall and he would add the finishing touches by shooting in the features. This was Tombstone's only art gallery, and the citizens were very proud of it. Records show that the wife was not. however, for she left her husband after several years of being a human target. Of course in a town where the art gallery was made by a gun. the point of most interest to tourists of today is Boot Hill Cemetery. As the name implies, everyone buried here died with his boots on. and I must admit it s a sizeable place. It is built on the side of a hill, exposed to the wind and sun. without a tree in sight save one. planted in the very middle of the cemetery. This is a tiny 1 scrub oak about three feet high, planted at the head of the grave of the most notorious outlaw in Arizona, Curly Bill. His grave is the most imposing, having a rusty and dilapidated iron fence around it. All the other graves are merely rough piles of stone with white planks for headstones, stuck in at crazy angles. These boards are completely paintless, save for the black lettering telling the deceased’s name and the date of his death in barely discernible words. There is only one woman buried in this cemetery. China Mary. No one knows her last name or anything about her past. She operated a roulette wheel in the Crystal Palace, where she gained such great popularity that when she was accidentally shot in a brawl, the Women's Temperance Society started a collection for her coffin: the head of the Crystal Palace sent banks of flowers for the funeral: the mayor gave a funeral address: and Curly Bill himself was a pall bearer! This Women's Temperance Society seems to have been quite an active organization in Tombstone. One tale is told about them which shows their importance to the community. They once decided that, since there were so many deaths in Tombstone, a hearse was needed almost more than anything else. Therefore they scraped together the desired funds and sent to St. Louis for the best hearse that could be obtained. Then they announced that the first person in Tombstone that died after the hearse arrived would be given a wonderful funeral service and a free ride into eternity. Imagine their consternation when the town drunkard was the first to die. and the man that they had so viciously campaigned against and had tried so many times to run out of town was finally run permanently out of town with the greatest pomp and ceremony. Honorable Mention. Taller Prose Contest Ann LOCKRAF. XI. Graham Crackers I WALKED into the little Southern grocery store. It was getting late, and I had an appointment to keep. “Well. well. well, if it isn't Glain's daughter. said the proprietor as he came forward. “Stand back the'ah aways. honey, so I can get a look at you. Blushing a little. I stood back and waited while he gave me the “once over. “Well, honey.” he said. ”y’ father used to come in heah and buy my groceries when he was yo’ age or smallah. Fine little chap he used to be too. Did I evah tell you the time about . . .” He went on and on and on. “Excuse me. I said. “I'd like to buy some graham crackers! I said this in my Minnesota accent. That meant things. “All right, honey. Just a minute now. I’ll get Lem to wait on you. Le-em. Le-em. Come heah a minute. Glain Allison's daughtah's heah and wants to get waited on. She's come cleah down from Minnesota.” “Oh. say. said the young Lem. “ain't that the place wheah they're catchin' the big bass? I suttenly am int'tested in fishin . Caught a cat-fish las' Wednesday in the branch. Sit down an' I'll tell you about it. And so I sat. and so I waited while the long story about the cat-fish droned on. Being a Minnesotan, with wall-eyed pike and bass under my belt. I scorned all cat-fish. Finally, after three cat-fish were landed on three Wednesdays, we meandered to the back of the store. What kinda gra ham crackahs you wantin'. Miss Maggie? asked Lem languidly. “Oh. anything. Any brand. Just graham crackers. I was getting a little desperate. The crowd was waiting for me to start on the picnic. I could sec the very lunch baskets taking wings before my eyes as Lem talked on. “We-el we got Uneeda biscuits in these heah red boxes. We got some new kind in these heah pink boxes. But the best ones of all are these heah new kind with honey flavoring.” “Graham. I begged. “Just graham.” Oh. did you say graham? He climbed and he stretched. He wiggled and he searched. D you know. Miss Maggie. I think we must be out of graham crackers. Seems to me 1 remember how I forgot to put them on the order list. Honorable Mention. Toiler Contest MARGARET ALLISON. VIII. Eilleen “Eillccn. They stole her away Between the dawn and the day While Christian folk were sleeping. “Eilleen. They stole her away E'er the moon went down Behind the Haunted Mountain’s crown While the stars their watch were keeping. Eilleen. She was ne'er like mortal child. Only half human, the other half wild. Always the fairies seeking. Eilleen. We hunted o’er mountain. We hunted through glen. Where had they hid her?—the little men? Will ne’er she be seen? Eilleen. We called up the mountain. We called through the glen. The nymph of the echo answered again— “Eilleen. Eilleen. Honorable Mention. I oiler Poetry Contest JOAN PAYNE. VIII. Meditations LET ME LIVE Dear God. let me live this day; Let me know the sting of harsh words. The joys of friendship. Let me love to my heart's full depth: Let me catch the sun's rays in early morning; Let me feel the coolness of the wind against my face: Let me hear the bird's call at dusk: Let my tired body find rest at end of day: Dear God. don’t be in haste to take me away. WHY? Why is it some are bitter. Others gay and glad in song? Is it because some do not feci. And others feel too strong? DUBITATOR O'er the sea of Faith, once bright from light within. Hangs a melancholy cloud Of Fear. Fear to do what's right. To meet each changing day. To see friends drift apart From Faith. Faith to win. Faith to lose. To keep in life's firm path. With no fear even of Death Might I be like that? MY LOVE IS ASLEEP As I stood over his bed With the shadows growing deep. I patted the pillow and touched his hand And murmured. “My love is asleep.'' As 1 stood in the graveyard bare With the shadows growing deep, I knelt on the ground and looked up And murmured. “My love is asleep'' Honorable Mention. Taller Poetry Contest JEAN THOMSON. XL I «1 Wind Chant I am the symbol of power and I am the sign of the free. I can make the rain rain and I can move the sea. But only the Lord in Heaven can possibly move me. For I am the builder of clouds The shepherd of the sky's sheep I can ripple a brooklet, or 1 can make waves on the deep. The sun is a fiery furnace. 'T he moon moves slowly around. The stars only shine in the heavens. The rain just falls to the ground: Each has its own occupation. And none may change its course. While I can breathe the softest breath Or yell with the greatest force. And 1 can lift up a tree Or break a city at will: 1 can raise the earth's earth. And I can be perfectly still.— T hen I'm off again with a cry. I rise to the sky. Float with the air. No worry, no care— Set leaves a-dancing Flowers romancing. Whistle neath doors. Send spray to the shores. Whisper in pines. Tear kites from their lines. Sing on a wire. Mount higher and higher. Climb to the moon, the stars, the sun. And then I’ve only begun. I shriek and I sigh. I climb and I cry. I push and I pant. I roar and I rant. I move heaven and earth Shaking with mirth. I rip and I rend. Infinity's end— For I am the symbol of power and I am the sign of the free. And I can make the rain rain and I can move the sea. But only the Lord in Heaven can possibly move me. Kitty Rand. IX. Personality in Clocks INANIMATE objects have as striking personalities, in their way. as humans have. Haven't you ever owned possessions that stood out from others of their species as do people s personalities? My study of inanimate personalities confines itself to various clocks owned by the family. Electricity, though, is badly interfering with my hobby. Clocks run by electrical current are more nearly alike in their mannerisms and are not as interesting to study as hand-wound ones. A very interesting clock personality is that of our cuckoo clock which is individual in everything. Even its manner of striking the hour is different. Every half-hour a little bird, presumably a cuckoo, pops out of a doorway, utters a sound such as any well-trained cuckoo would, and. having done its duty, retires. During the first years of its life in our home, the clock and its inmate coordinated very well. In the course of time however, the clock became temperamental and began to cause trouble. I think it was tired of not receiving more attention. Anyway, the hours began to vary: some had seventy minutes while others had only fifty. This, as you can imagine, was a little confusing, and it certainly caused us to take cognizance of our neurasthenic clock. After a great deal of persuasion and several conferences with a repair man. which gave it ample opportunity to bask in the limelight, the clock behaved normally again. Doesn't this behavior remind you of the actions of some acquaintance who. after being ignored, does everything in his power to become the center of attention? A fascinating clock, a different type, was left with me for three months during which time I was able to observe her carefully. This clock was unquestionably a lady. Her looks and bearing told you that very plainly. She was small, delicately built, and fussy. Her time of winding came in the morning at seven o'clock, and if you were more than five minutes off schedule, she acted very hurt and showed it by ticking irregularly. The first time this occurred, she frightened me. probably her aim from the beginning! After that I was ready at seven o'clock. Unable to stand fussy ladies very long at a time. I gladly returned her to her owner at the first opportunity. Although, as I have said, electric clocks do not have the personalities of hand-wound ones, they are easier to live with. I have lived with such a mascu line personality for over three years now. and I cannot find any fault with him. His two brothers arc the same, quiet type. The elder one has acquired a slight case of rheumatism which causes his wheels to creak once in a while, but otherwise the family group is perfect. The naughtiest clock I have known is a wrist watch that is in my possession. It always was rather a baby, and I guess my mistake was in treating it as a regular fellow” instead of as an infant. Now. to pay me back for all the hard knocks it has taken, it stops the minute I cease to move. As long as I am in motion, either working or playing, it runs. But when I relax, it relaxes too. This has become so annoying that I refuse to wear it any longer, and so it reclines in a drawer very satisfied with a lazy existence. Character traits are largely formed through contact with people. A clock’s character reflects the care and consideration given to it by its owners. Its personality is developed or thwarted by the people with whom it associates. Elizabeth Keating. X. On Albums ONIi of my favorite pastimes is to muse upon the baffling question of why parents always photograph their helpless offspring at embarrassing moments when they are clad only in diapers. 1 have never seen a family album without at least three of these artistic pictures. On the first page of our book is an appalling photograph of a grotesque, bald creature staring glassily into space, and underneath is lovingly inscribed: Helen, aged eight weeks.” Any stranger, at first glance, would undoubtedly conclude that the child is now in a home for the mentally deficient. Why the picture is treasured is beyond my comprehension, but whenever mother looks at it she sighs fondly and murmurs. You were such an intense baby. And father says. Poked me right in the nose, you did. I suppose it is kept because it is the first photograph that Dad ever took indoors which developed successfully. Another subject for thought is why there are so many pictures of the family at the beach. What memories they recall! Memories in particular of a voluminous blue bathing suit I used to wear that flopped about below my knees, and of a bright green bathing cap that all but smothered me. Of course there is a picture of me in that bathing suit, my toothless grin just visible below the enveloping cap. And there are the pictures taken of me at the awkward age. There is one which I have surreptitiously slipped into the waste basket countless times, but which always mysteriously reappears in its accustomed place. The first thing that strikes the eye is the metallic grin. My mouth at that time was laden with gold wires and rubber bands. Incidentally, apart from the brassy fangs, one notes the lank hair falling in unbecoming strings about the thin, bespectacled face, and the knobby knees, partially hidden by wrinkled stockings, protruding below the dress. It seems to me. my appearance being what it was. that instead of taking snapshots of me the family would have gently but firmly relegated me to some dark, out-of-the-way closet: or that they might have taken the lormless vacant-looking baby that I was and dropped it into the river. Well, you can never predict what your parents’ whims will be. and on the whole I am not disappointed that I was allowed to live: live and let live is my motto. But u.7?i couldn't they have refrained from taking photographs and just let the past be buried? I suppose the best thing to do is to keep on as I have for several years: to continue the old round of throwing those hideous pictures away, and having them keep turning up. like the bad penny. Maybe some gasoline and a match would help! Helen Raynolds. X. My Kitty I have a little cat: She never is a bore. She sleeps upon a mat Right outside my door. When morning comes at seven. I feel a sudden jerk. I look, and there is kitty. Upon her face a smirk. When I get home from school. She’s at the door to meet me. And with a jump she lands kerplunk Right in my arms to greet me. I 88 1 Ruth Phelps. VII. Our Heritage ( UR heritage is a world of wonders, a world where nothing is wholly impos-sible. It is a world of screeching radios and towering skyscrapers, a world of marvelous wireless and babbling telephones, a world of speeding cars and streamline trains, it is a world of Shakespeare and Mickey Mouse. a world of best sellers and detective novels—but also it is a world of war and destruction, a world where millions are killed each year by cars, a world of strikes and labor troubles, a world of graft and treachery. Such is our heritage—and such is the world in which we live. This world of ours is the product of the war and the depression, for at the close of the war when the boom came, this age of ours with its ever increasing race for bigger, better, and wealthier America began, and with the depression it became a desperate, maddening rush—the rush of a stunned people trying vainly to bury their grief in a whirl of activity. From this came our radios and movies, our cars and trains. It also started an age of inquiry—of increased knowledge, the desire of a fallen people to find the reason why.” This is our America of today, the America whose reins of leadership will soon be handed to us by the men in whose age this rush began. They hand them to us hopefully yet doubtfully, wondering whether this gruelling race which has worn down so many of them can be withstood by us. What can we say? Are we prepared to battle it? Can we withstand it? I believe we shall say Yes. but not the cocky yes that this nation said before the war—rather a yes behind which there is much thought and experience. For we feel that because we were born within this age and have grown up in it. we are more used to it. and it has not been thrown in our laps as it was in that of our parents—rather we have become a part of it. We are a generation whose speed astonishes our parents. We have felt the war and the depression which stunned our fathers. We have studied its causes and its outcome: we have debated it at great length in our schools and colleges, which are far better equipped to prepare us for this world than ever before. We have drawn away from many of the conventions which bound our fathers. As a result, we are a freer people and (we like to believe) better prepared to meet the problems of today than were our predecessors. We hold no grudge against our fathers for the debts they have piled on us. but rather we hope to benefit by them and hope in our turn that the mistakes we shall make will be forgiven. Such is our heritage—and such our answer to a questioning world. Mary I.ouisn Bros. XI. Quiet The moon grows dim tonight. The shadows cast upon the garden wall From slender birches at the lawn s edge Are fainter than they were before. A stillness settles on the house. That even the night creatures feel. Like the web of mystic quiet Some tired worker might spin. Honorable Mention. I atler Poetry Contest JEAN THOMSON. XI. The World I climbed to the top of the hill today And sat and watched the sky. And heard the many tongues of the wind Whisper as they swept by. I heard the trees with their age old moan. And talked to the clouds as they passed in the sky. And I thrilled to the joyous song of the bird Singing as he flew by. I saw the sun begin to slip And glide to its rest behind the trees: I saw the rich and glowing sky Fade with the cool, sweet evening breeze. And then as the shades of night drifted in. With a thrilled but tired sigh I climbed from my seat on the top of the hill. 1 watched the world pass by. Mary Louise Bros. XL Smoke Smoke from far off ships. Drifting a moment in the sky. then Carried away by the ceaseless wind. Smoke from racing trains. Blowing to the accompaniment of Echoing wheels, rhythmic ties, shrieking whistles. Smoke from city factories. Fumbling thickly through great black chimneys Along with fragments of ash. cinders, bits of flame. Smoke from well-bred mansions. Streaming docilely, to be carried away By the gentle wisps of breeze. That play around a garden. Smoke is almost human Quiet, a little vague. With sudden spurts of temper. That slowly fade away. Frances Mapes. XII. A Tragedy I There lived within the farm yard broad, The farm yard on the hill. Two turkeys, very proud and fat. Whose names were Phil and Bill. II Now Phil and Bill were brothers too. Their age? Almost a year: Happy and peaceful they could be Were Thanksgiving not so near. III The children from the farm house came. The farm house on the hill: Which turkey do you s'pose we’ll eat? Why. the fattest one we’ll kill! IV Oh dear! sighed Phil, what shall I do? The fateful day draws near! You're twice as fat as I am now. Said Billy with a sneer. V So Phil decided then and there Upon a drastic diet: It may not work for me. he thought. But anyway I'll try it ” VI His neck grew thin, his legs grew long. A lot of weight he lost: And when the festive day approached 'Twas Bill's head they took off. VII And now the sad part of this tale: Poor Phil did not survive: From lack of bugs and nice fat worms He just lay down and died! Elizabeth Keating. X. School s Hardest Days I'm s'posed to be doin’ my studyin'. But how can a feller think. When out of the gay. green woods Comes the call of the bobolink? When squirrels arc chattin' in the trees. And the whole world seems to say, Johnny, leave your lessons. Come on out and play! How can a feller hope To get his lessons done When all the world is alive and yellin'. Come out and have some fun!” But when vacation rolls along. I’ll leave the school's hard chores And me. and my dog. Spot. Will join the great outdoors. Honorable Mention. Tutler Poetry Contest | 91 1 Dorothy Dunn. VII. “Greater Than Brutus” OVERTURE THE old coach jounced to a stop. A guard stuck his hand in and asked for the papers. The sole occupant produced them from the bosom of her dress and laid them with a soft, cold hand in the guard's hard palm. ’Tim. Allow to pass Marie-Anne Charlotte Corday. age twenty-four, height five one. hair and eyebrows auburn, eyes grey, nose long, mouth small, chin round and cleft, face oval. Hm. He stuck his head in the window and peered at her through the gathering dusk. She was very beautiful. Perhaps it was this or the do-or-die expression on her rather timid face that made him jerk his head back like a turtle. Go on. he yelled in a business like tone, sticking his neck out again, but this time at the driver. The coach started with a jerk leaving the turtle in a cloud of dust. The turtle pulled his head in thoughtfully and stroked one of the many chins formed by this action. I wonder what a beautiful lady like her wants in an ugly place like Paris. He turned and went in to get a lantern, for the last ray of light had gone with the beautiful girl. THE ARRIVAL The destination. Paris—a rush of fear chased from the pit of her stomach to her heart. She reeled and shivered. In that one moment she thought of all she was leaving: her father, her aunt, her lover.—poor father, he thought she had gone to England—her books—her quiet life at home—the convent. A few years ago she never would have thought she could do this. The coach gave an extra large lurch and stopped. The driver helped her out and got her bags. She went to her room and to bed. As soon as the candle was extinguished the moon rushed in to take its place. The light fell on the beautiful girl who looked so innocent now that her do-or-die look was covered by the thick eyelashes. However, there was about her a look of stubbornness and of temper held back by her naivete and by long disuse. The shaft of moonlight moved on and left the strange face in darkness. The next morning she did some business about some papers which a nun in the convent wished. But this was not her entire business in Paris. At the hotel she wrote a letter. She addressed it to Marat. In it she said that she knew how to do France a great favor, and that she would come to see him that night. In the evening she took a coach and went, not to Marat’s but to a cutler’s dingy shop. She entered it and with the closing of the door the darkness and dirty smell settled on her like a cloak. A grimy man leered over the counter at her. Charlotte proceeded with brave steps through the dust and dirt and demanded a sheath knife. The old man looked at her as if to say that he knew why she was here but she could trust him. The knife gleamed so in contrast with the gloom that it hurt her eyes, but she gave him the money and left. A little later Charlotte returned to her pension. There was annoyance printed on her face, but under it was a look of relief. Marat had refused to see her. Undaunted, she wrote him another letter, and the next night she again went to see him and again was refused. But she went to sleep resolved that it was still do-or-die. and if Marat would not see her. she would see Marat. THE DEED The next night Marat lay swathed in towels in a bath when there came a knock at the door and an insistent voice asking to be admitted. He said to come in. and the owner of the voice entered. It was Charlotte. They looked at each 192 1 other, one with admiration, the other with loathing. One saw nothing but beauty and youth: the other saw nothing but illness, misery and cruelness. Neither saw the true self underneath, or each would have lived a longer life. For Marat was penniless, ill. about to die a natural death, while she. neath her innocence, was about to murder. Yes. Charlotte might have picked a more powerful man to murder, and he might have let many more innocent people enter. There they were, the miserable and the lovely, each about to end the other's life. You arc the one who can do a favor for France? She nodded. They talked. She told him the names of supposed traitors. He leaned over to write. She put her hand to the front of her dress. Suddenly there was a flash of steel—steel blinding to the eyes even now. for she covered hers and gave one sob. He had cried. Help, ma cherie. and now the help came, but too late for him. For two women entered and seized Charlotte. She fought not to escape justice but to escape the perspiring, repulsive women s arms. At last she fell back into their clutches, the clutches of the soldiers, the clutches of justice, and eventually the clutches of death. THE JUDGMENT Charlotte stood before the judges, never flinching under their hard eyes. She had sat patiently while the cutler gave his testimony—that she had bought the knife from him—with evident relish. He was now sitting back as though he had just done a good deed. His eyes were dosed: probably the light in the courtroom was hard to bear after his dim shop. Charlotte looked bravely at the grave Tribunal and said that there was no need to go on. thaT she had killed Marat to save hundreds of people from the guillotine. She thanked her lawyer and thanked the priest, although she said she could dispense with his services. Charlotte had been born of noble birth, and to the end she was considerate and polite. THE DEPARTURE The death cart rolled through the streets. The people looked up at the lovely girl in the red murderess’s smock, and she looked down at them. She was calm, and as the cart rolled on. she seemed to see in some of the sad faces the lives she had saved, the lives she had given hers for. Her ears ignored the angry yells, but her eyes took in gratefully the sight of people with their hats off and their heads bent. At the guillotine the executioner stooped to tie her feet. She tried to kick the ropes off. He hissed a few words in her ear. and she apologized and allowed him to do it. Then she laid her head down calmly on the block. As she did so. she heard a voice in the crowd cry. She is greater than Brutus. A flush of pride swept over her just as the knife fell. Her face was still flushed when the executioner held it up. Poor Charlotte! She had left everything she loved to kill a man whom she thought was harming what she loved even more, her country. Beautiful Charlotte! Was it not a pity so lovely a person should die at twenty-four? Noble Charlotte! Born of a good family but always a republican who could not bear to have even her party slaughtered. Do-or-die Charlotte! Fate decided she should do both. Heroic Charlotte! She thought Marat’s death would save France, but it was this death that killed her and still did not help her country. Miserable Marat, do you not feel greater than Caesar? For you were killed by Marie-Ann Charlotte Corday. and she was greater than Brutus. Kitty Rand. IX. L’ Aurore Lentement, apparait dans Ic lointain. Je ne sais au juste oil. n'importe. Unc lueur d or, apportant au monde Les amours et Ies joies d'encore une journee. Hlle reveille tous les enfants de Dieu. Et die les salue de son eclat. Sa splendeur glorifie toutes les choses. Et elle chauffe les coeurs des hommes C’est cette gloire et cette beaute de la nature Oui fait que notre vie vaut la peine d’etre vecue Que chaque homme ait une aurore! Sally Ashmun. XI Le Jcune Cavalier Un jeune garcon va a cheval II parait tres hautain. II tient la bride avec dedain Sa prise est bien legcrc. II ne voit pas que le sentier Est mouille et glissant Car il a Ic nez haut en l air II s’aime tant. Mais a cause de cet air rogue II ne voit pas la route Ni que le cheval glisse . . . Et I'cnfant fait la culbute. II lui faut rattraper le cheval Et 1'amener en laisse Je doute fort bien qu'il apprenne que I .'arrogance causa sa chute. Frances Olrich. XII. Pensees de Printemps L air est plein de joie. Le Printemps est ici! Les petits oiseaux sont venus du sud et ils remplissent l air de leurs voix cnchantees. I Is nous disent d'etre joyeux. Les fleurs se baignent au soleil et nous enveloppent de leurs odeurs parfumees. La fraicheur du bois m'a seduit plus d une fois pour aller grouper mes pensees sous les branches des arbres couverts de feuilles vert tendre. La je reste regardant le ciel bleu entoure d un monde innocent et heureux. Que je puisse rester seule avec la nature pendant des heures serait mon ambition de tou jours. Nancy Wheeler. X. L’ Automne La pluie douce tombait. Sur ma figure levee. Les brises molles soufilaient Sur mes cheveux trempes. Mon ame. trisce com me le temps. Veillait sur les feuilles tombantes Elies descendaient tendrement. Comme les plumes dans Lombre. Virginia Raynolds. XII. Un Jour Desagreable de 1' Ete Le vent souffle, chaud et suffoquant: II fait ires sombre, lourd. brulant. Tranquille est loiseau qui chante toujours II reste sans voix dans les vertes tours. Ce jour n'est pas bon pour le jeu Ni propice au travail, ni pour s'assoupir Un peu. Je dois attendre aussi La paix de la fraiche pluie. Mary Hardrnbrrgh. XL Le Clair De Lune Pagaie a pagaie dans mon canot La pagaie se balance libre et vraie Je regarde le vol des etoiles face au ciel Comme leurs reflets s en vont se ridant. La lune joue cache-cache avec moi Comme elle va-et-vient parmi les arbres! Quelque chose de blanc derriere les nuages Et cela continue presque toute la nuit. Le chemin que se fait le canot Se couvre de flots bleus petillants Et je m en vais dans la nuit calme Jusqu a l’aube mat inale. Nancy Gracr. X. The White Sheet f NE day as 1 saw a man chasing his hat down the street. I was reminded of a story which Silas Barnway. a friend of mine, had told me just recently. It seems that once there was a middle aged man who for some reason became obsessed with the queer notion that the ghost of one of his ancestors followed him constantly, as if the poor man had committed some frightful deed and the ghost was waiting for a good time to punish him. Foot falls behind him would make him look furtively back over his shoulder. His arch enemy. “Fear. was causing him to lose his mind. Slowly he became thinner, wanner, and dark circles seemed to make hollows around his bleary eyes. His once strong body had changed to an emaciated frame. This unfortunate man dwelt one-fourth of a mile west of town in a small, dismal house. When he walked to the grocery store every week for his weekly supplies, his stolen looks behind him every few steps made the people think that he was crazy. No one knew where he had come from nor who he was. The only human beinv he ever confided in was my friend. Silas, who lived quite near him. He told Silas that even at night he felt the presence of this invisible being in his bed. One windy. March dav he was coming back from his weekly visit to the grocery store. Over head the sky gave promise of a storm. Women were hurriedly taking in their Monday wash. A howling, swirling wind announced the coming of the storm. The only people on the street were Silas and the crazy man. The sky was quickly darkening, and both were trying to get home before the storm broke in real furv. Their effort was. however, in vain for just as they reached the outskirts of town a huge black cloud burst, and the rain came down in torrents. A bolt of lightning zig-zagged across the sky. lighting up a vard where they could see a line of washing that someone hadn’t taken in. Silas had just crossed the wet road to enter his house which was right across the way. when without premonition the churning wind whipped a ghostly white sheet from the clothesline. Propelled by the increasing wind, the sheet caught up with the unknown man. Uttering a wild, eerie scream he fled up the road in terror but without sufficient speed. The ghostly white sheet caught up to him and enveloped his whole body in its wet folds. A flash of lightning lighted his face distorted with fear. “The Ghost.” screamed the man and he collapsed into the street. The next morning in an obscure corner of the Daily Times the following notice appeared: “An unknown man of middle-age died of a heart-attack. Anyone knowing his identity please communicate with the County Morgue. Mary Moore. IX. Happiness Today I am so happy Light hearted and gay The reason. I think. Is because it is May. The grass and the flowers. Birds singing in bowers Nod as I pass on my way. The night is so lovely Lighted in splendour By the moon and stars. Little things we remember. The trees hanging lowly. Dipping shadowy arms Into the cool watery path. The path the moon darns. Katherine Henry. VIII. 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