Northrop Collegiate School - Tatler Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

Text from Pages 1 - 128 of the 1939 volume:

1939 'Jatlesi Published by fllonth ibp, GbUeqiate ScU ol % f)n ne Mewull Quide, PJulM pJiesi, and ty uend we dediccde tkti 1939 latte Ethel Maude Spurr Elizabeth Sadley Flora E. Brewer Christine Kinnaird Mary F. Hale Josephine Garst Irene Merrill Ethel Pease Madeleine Scott Lucille Hartman Blanche Barnhart Virginia Burns Louise Leclercq Merril Johanna Horne Marguerite Williams ■ Isabella A. Marzolf Carol Brown Maude C. Thompson Myrtle Bintliff Mary Jane Dinneen Edith Rizer Anne Wilson Edith Cotton Gertrude Rosemond Frances Kelly Jean Duncan Helen Dalton Helen Shoemaker Norma Bierbauer Edith Aves Maxine Millar Principal - - Mathematics - Latin - - - - English - - - - French Science - - - - History - - - Mathematics Latin and French Speech and Dramatics English and Home Economics Geography and Science - - - - French - German - Fifth Grade Fourth Grade - - - Third Grade Second Grade - First Grade . - - Kindergarten Assistant Kindergarten - - - Librarian Music - - - Piano - - - - Piano • - - - Art Physical Education - Physical Education Executive Staff Arthur M. Hartwell. President Albert H. Crosby, Vice President Clarence E. Hill. Treasurer Leonard G. Carpenter Mrs. Folwell W. Coan James E. Corsey Mrs. Clarence M. Hardenbergh F. Peavey Heffelfinger Frederick C. Lyman W. Hubert Kennedy Mrs. Rufus Rand. Jr. Mrs. Stuart Rider Mrs. Nathaniel Stevens II Robert C. Woodworth Mrs. Valentine Wurtele OjJjiceM. Parent 'PeackeM- Mrs. Clarence M. Hardenbergh .... Mrs. Wright Scott............................ Mrs. Frank N. Edmonds - Mrs. James E. Dorsey......................... Mrs. A. Sheffield Jaffray - Miss Flora E. Brewer......................... Auocicdi n President - First Vice President Second Vice President - - - Treasurer Corresponding Secretary Recording Secretary 2 £olLf, A lit MUM, Ashy Entered 1936 A little nonsense now and then Is relished by the wisest men. While the seniors were in the throes of the hair cutting epidemic last fall, Ashy fell in line with the fad and was shorn of her tresses: just another break in tradition! Not only did Ashmun do the unexpected with her hair, but, while her marks soared to heights unknown (at least for most seniors), she provided us with unanticipated entertainment Fridays, third period. Turning to the more serious side of Sally, we find her interested in all the aspects of social welfare. On the hockey field she is a bang-up player, not to mention her riding ability, but to Wellesley we leave her future development in other sports. 3 Ma uf, l ulde fenxiA, Mary Lou Entered 1934 Even though vanquished, she can argue still. Gulp! Down goes the codliver oil and up comes Bros. Codliver oil is not the only food which Mary Lou specializes in—her hamburger parties are joys to the palate, but not, we fear, to our waistlines. Her chief claims to fame are her dramatic soprano voice and her facility with brush and pencil. English class would not seem complete without her persistent arguments and decisive opinions upon literature in general—characteristic remark: I didn't like that book. Mary Lou is, however, genuinely enthusiastic about her iceboat, newly acquired this winter. This boat, her reversible deer skin vest, and her belt from Arizona are her most prized possessions, and the envy of the senior class. Northrop will long remember Mary Lou for her rendition of Buttercup in the stream-line version of Pinafore, and for her drawings of horses which are a conspicuous part of every art exhibit. 4 (loAema uj, Campbell Becky Entered 1932 Let us now be up and doing With a heart for any fate. Hey, you going to Becky's for lunch? Please bring me back a peanut butter sandwich. And so they whip off in Campbell's red Oldsmobile, a recent substitute for her faithful Ford. We are sure she is going to be back to maintain her commendable record of never being absent or tardy. Also we should note that her dependability and conscientious work as co-editor of the Tatler often keep Miss Kinnaird from plunging into the depths of despair. Becky's athletic prowess definitely equals her high scholastic achievements. When we are interrupted in our studies by. Listen to this, girls. we know something has struck her keen sense of humor. When Becky leaves for Smith, Northrop will have lost a versatile personality. 5 tlatk beewiS Ruthle Entered 1935 To unpathed waters, undreamed shores. Ruthie dashes up to lunch with a hopeful smile, Well, I'm staying for lunch girls. Some unexpressive voice replies dryly. How nice. Deems. Of course, if you don't want me here at least you might be polite. Calm down. Deems, and therefore she fades into the background. But it is not long before we are reminded that she is in our midst, for a cup of pea soup upsets all over everything. Deems, slightly scarlet apologizes profusely and claims she will never stay to lunch again. But now, of course. Deems is really going strong—Latin, bored escorts, and dancing. We take a certain satisfaction in remembering all this, and we do appreciate her untiring and conscientious work in Glee Club. Dance Club and as head of the Entertainment Committee. 6 Qecdnice ewcweu 'Bea Entered 1937 I shall ne’er be aware of mine own wit till I break my shins against it.” Although she is a supposedly dignified secretary-treasurer of the class, we often find Bea teaching the rock and roll of swing music to Harden-bergh accompanied by Artie Shaw. Her twinkling eyes really shine at the mention of John Garfield, the Bogart fan club, and the mention of a good argument. We will always remember, and be grateful to Cissy for her introduction of the Hobbit,” a very interesting character to the seniors. Even though most of us don't take Latin this year, we have heard that the juniors hold Bea in awe for her ability to learn vocabulary in five short minutes. Her wit and humor have brought us many good laughs, and we have no doubt but that they will continue to be enjoyed at Wellesley. 7 jbcpue de VnieA deVries Entered 1933 A fair exterior is a silent recommendation. If Doric doesn't succeed in this world by her tact, even-temperedness, her honest enjoyment of everything, or her plain common sense, she can always resort to feather stitching babies' dresses or to the business of catching fish. Among her most meritorious acts as president have been the daily recording of those absent, and the lending of her staunch support to any new ideas in the class of 1939. Also deVries is known as one of those instigators of the peculiar mannerisms and customs that have helped to distinguish the seniors from the rest of the school. Next year Dorie beats a Western trail where she will be able to pursue the many and various outdoor sports in which she is so proficient. 8 A penny for your thoughts. Although unpretentious about her talents. Janet contributes much toward the art work of the school, notably for the Tatler. Jan is also a gracious hostess: we have all known the pleasure of her willing hospitality. Although Lockrae is considered the most ardent Nelson Eddy fan of the class. Janet is just as enthusiastic an admirer. To her credit also is Janet’s great neatness which reflects itself in her ever-tidy coiffure. Her real interests are in the West, and we hope that someday she will be able to join the other representatives of Northrop in sunny California. 9 Stella Qteaa Gregg Entered 1938 Let the world slide. Miss Kinnoird: Stella, did you hear that? Huh? And the tit-tat-toe game with Ashy goes blissfully on. We wouldn't like to infer that Gregg is absent-minded, but we often find her putting on her coat in the middle of the morning, entirely forgetting her biology test the next period. Although she has been with us only this year, she has ably adapted herself to the Senior idiosyn-cracies. Those of us who are tempted by hot fudge sundaes often envy her 95 pounds and special 10:30 lunches. However, we have noticed that the scales only tip 93 pounds since the recent news about Tyrone and Annabella came out. We hope her love of blues singers will not interfere with her future career at Rollins. 10 Ma uf Jla hdenbeAxjA H‘ Entered 1933 Love me. love my dog. Gosh, it's quiet in here. And in bursts the perennial red hat. ninth grade coat—the last remnant of childhood (except for the baby teeth) and size twelve overshoes—enclosed. Hardenbergh! With this lively entrance we know Mary is ready to attack her numerous duties in Welfare and League and such organizations as Glee Club, Dramatic Club and athletics. Mary is sure no Senior's education is complete without a thorough knowledge of the New Hampshire White Mountains—where she spends her summers. When the English class is in the process of debating any of the various points of Schopenhauer’s essays, Hardenbergh is always sure to be a leading contender on one side, usually the opposite. Mary has chosen Bryn Mawr as her college, perhaps respecting a family tradition, but never forgetting her own desires. M Ga uaLfM, JiM ut Cooie Entered 1924 A woman hates a question, but loves to ask one. Did anyone take math last year?” We look up into a pair of worried blue eyes and try desperately to recall our last year’s algebra. Cooie’s difficulties are not limited to math, however. We regret to say that during the past year she has been the victim of numerous catastrophes involving dogs, wild bulls (not Ferdinand), and barbed wire fences which have left her legs in a slightly battered condition. Her weaknesses are diets, horses, hikes, and tennis in which she excels. A familiar sight is her smart maroon convertible coupe speeding from Minnetonka to Northrop or vice versa. When Cooie graduates from Northrop, which she has attended since the second grade with the exception of her junior year, she plans to enter Smith College. 12 Vi ufuua lee ••Lee’ Entered 1936 “Why do today what you can put off till tomorrow? Lee’s complicated personality causes our minds to be completely muddled as we attempt to lend our literary abilities, warped as they are at this time of year, to the above unfathomable subject. Ginny is one of those people who possesses the faculty of being gloomy and exasperating, vet cooperative, persevering, friendly, and the laff of the party. Although the Lee’s long, blaclc car often graces the parking space behind the school, more often we see her walking with that lengthy stride, or riding atop her bike. However, in our mind's eye, we picture her in the cockpit of one of those model silver airplanes which hang in graceful beauty along her wall. There are two aspects, however, in which Lee never wavers—her love of music and her prowess in athletics. 13 leAhe Ruthie Entered 1924 —made a thousand friends—and kept them. From the depths of the softest chair in the Senior Room comes a voice: When are you going to clean those saddle shoes? It's Ruthie. admirably fulfiling her duties as President of Northrop League. She is the only senior who can truthfully boast of knowing the school from top to bottom, having entered these ivied walls in the kindergarten. We wonder if Ruthie used to arrive as early in the morning as she does now. The less fortunate members of the class turn slightly green over her chocolate tan gained on her annual spring excursion to Florida. Two of Leslie's chief occupations besides her League duties are knitting millions (Editor's note: no exaggeration) of sweaters and writing ditto number of letters to certain people in the East. All the seniors admire her remarkable powers of concentration, her poise, and her extemporaneous addresses. 14 Amt 2 cmaz Lockrae' Entered 1935 I'll make thee glorious by my pen.' Because it was overheard that she saw Maytime twenty-five times and that her mother saw it but twenty-four, we have elected Lockrae President of the Nelson Eddy Fan Club. This is a strenuous job to say the least and necessitates an annual trip to Arizona. She always comes back from the ranch full of new artistic ideas which greatly help her job as chairman of the Committee on the Arts and art editor of the Tatler. Quietly knitting angora sweaters (seven this year) Lockrae often bursts forth with helpful solutions to Senior Room problems. Although Ann has not decided where she will attend school next year, her distinct appreciation of art and music will bring fame to her yet unselected alma mater. 15 Q'letoheu Gata Entered 1934 “Up. up my friends and quit your books. Talking to no one in particular. Gata wanders around the senior room mumbling, Let's all co-operate and find my book. It is also a familiar sight to see her tearing her newly-trimmed hair as she emits frantic epithets in her frenzied search for a mislaid ad. In spite of all these difficulties, however, she has been one of the Tatler’s most efficient business managers. Luther's sense of humor and easy-going manner have often kept her from getting too disgusted with the daily routine. Paradise to her is a cabin in the northwoods near a mail-box in which can be found, with appropriate regularity, air-mail letters and stuffed animals from New Haven. 16 PecjXfJf Smith Entered 1935 Of science and logic. Peggy is the real scientist of our class, going after her chemistry with a vengeance. Her one ambition is to be a bacteriologist and spend her life wrestling with germs. As a co-editor of the Tatler she has done an admirable job, especially in the Pen Points section. Peggy is very versatile, having belonged to the Glee Club, been a valuable member of our athletic teams, and kept her marks up so that she could study in the senior room the entire year. We are sure that she will be an addition to Wellesley. 17 ZmlijM tua d Evie Entered 1936 One man among a thousand have I found. In spite of her steady correspondence with Cambridge and her magnificent five feet and one inch, Evie has proved herself a Senior Room scholar and an athlete of definite ability. It seems as if her work on the entertainment committee took its toll because lately we of the Senior Room have found some gray hair in her fluffy black locks. Always wanting to abide by the school rules, Stuart bought a $1.98 blue corduroy iacket to which even the council can't object. Nobody could have filled the role of Josephine any better and we hope that Evie's success will continue on into college. Where she will go, nobody knows, but wherever it be we wish our small fry all the luck in the world. Dean ‘Thomson Entered 1935 Secret, self-contained, and solitary. Thomson comes to school regularly each morning fully equipped with writing paraphernalia which usually consists of a few pens, several pencils, erasers and such, and a cheery good morning. Her immediate concern seems to be her Latin vocabulary, so she makes a bee-line for the most comfortable chair and seems completely unaware of our prevailing disturbance. It appears as if Jean were the only one who could possibly study in the Senior Room. Time and again in English we have been held spellbound by her original writing. Northrop will long remember our most reliable mainstay in the field of athletics. 19 jjudbtk Webdiesi Judy'1 Entered 1936 In her tongue is the law of kindness. Someday in the dim, dim future, when one of the class of '39 picks up her Tatler and gazes rapturously on the beaming faces of her former schoolmates, time is going to shift into reverse and she is going to hear: Please won't someone come out and have her picture taken? It couldn't be anyone else but Judy—poor girl, we all grieve for her. but somehow we just don't have our pictures taken. For years Jude has been the main source of pictures for the Tatler, but that’s not all—she taught herself how to figure skate and is now the senior star of the rink. Long will be remembered her spontaneous laughter and her consideration for other people. We feel that she will be an asset to any college because of her ability to maintain a high scholastic standard and to co-operate with all her companions. 20 Top: Seniors putting on an act. No! these pictures are not posed! Left: To us. it's home. Center: Monday morning, no doubt. Right: Lady garment workers. Left: Use Carter's little Liver pills. Center: Yes. they drop in now and then. Right: Hitler or Artie Shaw? Left: I've got you now! Center: She's just plain Ashy to us. Right: Somebody do something! Left: Small Fry playing house. Center: Dear Mr.—, about this new airplane. Right: And this means you. Left: Chev is either tying Re or her shoe in knots. Center: Age of Innocence. Right: This only happens in pictures. Left: Even Mr. Petty was there! Right: I can’t stand it any longer! Left: We also have our share of jitterbugs. Center: Is it Humphrey or Vergil? Right: Ready or not. here I come. 21 Left: Study in blue serge Center: Our problem children Right: This is all your fault, Webster Left: 95 pounds! Center: Wim, wigor and witality Right: What the well-dressed senior should wear Left: It's only quarter to four! Center: Want some pi-------ctures, mama Right: What the well-dressed senior shouldn’t wear Left: Bergh's idea of a good picture Center: It must be that new Oldsmobile Right: Puzzle: place the players Semo i Jlall af tf-ame Most respected - - Leslie - - Most poised Most versatile athlete - - deVries - - Best figure Best lunches - - Campbell - - Most industrious Most entertaining - - - Devaney - - - Most original Most ambitious - Smith - Most scientific Busiest - - - Thomson - - Most persevering Most excitable - Bros - Most pugnacious Best sport - Deems - - Biggest bluffer Most mischievous - - - Ashmun - - - Brainiest Smallest - - - Gregg - - Most unconscious Best natured - - - Hollern - - Most interested Most independent - - Lee - - - Broadest grin Most reliable • - Hardenbergh - Has done most for N.C.S. Most frank - - Luther - - - Most fun out of life Most artistic talent - - - Lockrae - - - - - Most western Quietest - - Goodrich - - - - Tallest Most aggressive - - Stuart - - - - Peppiest Most prudent - . - Webster - - - - - Neatest 23 CONTRIBUTION NAME IDIOSYNCRASY HANGOUT TO PERFECT SR. Ashmun ....untied shoes waist Bros ...horses Campbell ...writing notes to herself her car.. eyelashes Deems . half days at home U High ankles Devaney .. her laugh nose deVries queer expressions Poplar. Wis figure Goodrich ...going to art Art Center Greqq ...Leonardo bridge table Hardenbergh her garden complexion Hollern ....the lake Lee ...model airplanes in her blue jeans... ...smile Leslie Beano ... leqs Lockrae Arizona hands Luther ...biting profile Smith .getting mad at herself brains Stuart ........housework ................. home on the range hair Thomson lounging Miller's studio .... height Webster........ her camera............... 24 Dark room eyes GlaM f990 Standing: Peggy Winton, Joan Smith, Jean Price. Eleanor Stevenson, Helen Reynolds, Martha Larkin, Nancy Grace. Sally Lee. Andrea Scott. Seated: Alice Chilton, Elizabeth Keating, Barbara Bissell, Mary Ellen Wyer. Nancy Wheeler. Lois Belcher. Betty Higgins, Marilynn Nelson, Amy Camp. Ruth Caley. Elizabeth Cochran. Absent: Janet McQueen, Frances Cole. - Elizabeth Keating 25 President -Secretary-Treasurer Andrea Scott NAME Belcher Bissell -Caley -Camp -Chilton Cochran Cole Grace -Higgins Keating Larkin -Lee • -McQueen Nelson -Price -Reynolds Scott -Smith -Stevenson Wheeler Winton NICKNAME HIDE-OUT - Bis - - - - Anybody's House - - - • Bus Station Al - - - Cocky - - - - Chowin's Corners • Hig . - Marilynn Burche's - Bonny - - 26 Wyer Peg Wyer Any old place - Yacht Club favorite saying TEN YEARS FROM NOW Yes, yes. go on. Criminy Oh. dear! Oh, joy! Have you heard the one about. Has anyone done her Latin? We don't know what she says. What's the trouble? Wait, somebody help me! Girls, the second bell's rung. Have you got a ride home? Is that right? Who said. “Good morning? No kidding, hey. (Just one big giggle) Land O'Goshen. That makes me tight. That's no lie. Well, my mother says— Golly. Oh. honestly. Heh-heh-heh. Dancing in the Ballet. Trying to keep her figures balanced. Still waiting for a bus In Seventh Heaven. Home in Florida. In New England Summer Theater. Still the problem child. President of the Women’s Club. A nervous wreck. Poppa's secretary. A model. Slaving away on the concert stage. Just graduating. Taking her internship. Which bill will it be? Just a second Pearl Buck. Editor of the Podunk Gazette. “Life's'' Photographer. Head of “Eleanor's Designing Shoppe. In France. Glamor Girl of '49. Winner of Lipton Cup. 77 GlcodAs (pjj- Back row: Joanne Witmer, Dorothy Chilton, Mary Alice McGough, Elizabeth Stevenson, Betty Ann Massie. Jane Atwood, Ellen Rider. Ann Stevenson, Eva Rutherford. Second row: Carol Atwood. Ann Richards. Mary Brenton. Frances Dinsmoor. Nancy Atwood, Mary Moore. Front row: Helen Harper, Frances Barber, Marjorie Seybold. Mary Webster, Mary Clark. Absent: Virginia Vandever. President ... Joanne Witmer Secretary-T reasurer 28 Helen Harper Happy Landings Love Affair 1 Girl of the Golden West Everybody Sing The Sisters Bright Eyes Thanks for the Memory Vivacious Lady The Awful Truth The Crowd Roars Curly Top Dark Victory Mysterious Madame X Mad About Music Mannequin Always in Trouble Every Day’s a Holiday She's Got Everything Give Me a Sailor Conquest Merrily We Live GIom j 1942 Baclc row: Patty Drake. Katherine Henry, Lenore Benson, Virginia Dwinnell. Elizabeth Woodworth, Prudence Sutherland, Betsy Stone. Henrietta Hill, Ann Sheldon. Mary Clark, Joan Payne, Sally Stevens. Mary Kennedy. Front row: Elizabeth Harper. Patty Curtin, Susan West. Charlotte Dinsmoore, Ann Edmonds, Mary Janet Morse, Patty Walling, Nancy Doelz, Mary Alice Eggleston. Julia Cole. Isabel Ringer, Janet Miller. Jane Lee Jackson, Rachel Dorsey. Absent: Sue Timberlake. Virginia Taylor. Patty Hill, Anne Leslie. Virginia Fisher. President..................................................................Ann Sheldon Secretary-Treasurer 30 Elizabeth Woodworth Bridge fiend On a diet? Bell boys 3:15 bus Clarks Teaberry Gum Study Hall Open House Short hair Simple and Sweet Let’s have a Fireside Chat Junior Choir Dot S Dot Gentlemen Prefer Blonds Wee One Pete's shirts Sophistication With a Huff and a puff Gull Lake Fly trap If she tries to boss me around Food! Bandanas and pins Dark Eyes Have you written Vaughine lately? Time Marches On! Baskets—total 999 St. Andrew's Hospital Detention Brain child Happy Is there a date tonight? Caesar in disguise Q iade ZiqJU Back row: Olivia Coan, Katherine Winton, Marilyn Eastman, Marion Colman, Morley Cowles. Sheila Devaney, Grace Mariette, Rita Ann Rotering. Second row: Madelaine Jaffray, Betty Peterson, Janet Miller. Dorothy Dunn, Victoria Simmons. Barbara Grandin. Ruth Phelps. Front row: Joan Barker, Elizabeth Cooper, Geraldine Bros, Jessica Driscoll, Mary Hill, Lucia Tearse. President - Secretary-Treasurer - • . , - - Olivia Coan 32 Cjriade Meuen Back row: Gretchen Knoblauch, Joey Merwin, Jean Stevenson. Sally Cowles, Pauletta Callahan, Lucia Heffelfinger, Kendall Ankeny. Patsy Clifford, Ann Wurtele. Carolyn Brenton, Carol Hawkins. Front row: Susan Rand, Harriet Jaffray, Ann Colman, Janet Hartwell. Doneth Ann Green. Absent: Dorothy Barnes. 33 President Secretary-Treasurer Patsy Clifford Sally Cowles 34 ActUutie Soaied: Mary Hardonborgh, vice president; Boatrice Devaney: Barbaro Bijsell. troasurer; Ruth Loslie, president; Elizabeth Keating: Dorio deVries; Joanne Witmer. Standing: Holon Harper; Victoria Simmons: Ann Sheldon; Mary Moore, essistant treasurer; Holon Reynolds. secretary; Elizaboth Woodworth; Andrea Scott. Vke lloM iop .league The League Council is made up of the League officers and the presidents and secretary-treasurers of classes IX through XII together with the presidents of classes VII and VIII. The system of student supervision of study hall adopted a few years ago was successfully continued in 1938-1939. With the helpful encouragement of Miss Pease, a quiet and constructive atmosphere has prevailed. During the year the council has discussed, among other problems, the matter of participation in sports, and a new system of athletic points. The League has aided the athletic committee in introducing this system in the school. As of last year, the League Council arranged for chapel speakers during the Lenten season. Innovations sponsored by the League this year were the adoption of a blazer to be worn with the school uniform, and the setting aside of the Monday before Commencement as League Day. Acting upon suggestions from the council, the League made amendments to the constitution providing for a study hall committee for the coming year. The school may feel justly proud of the splendid spirit that has marked the activity of Northrop League this year. 35 Welfare Gcwwuttee A successful campaign last fall brought the Welfare fund $281.73, and in addition, $347.80 was raised for the Community Fund. At Thanksgiving and Christmas gifts of food and money were sent to the Northeast Neighborhood House, the Family Welfare Association, and the Children's Protective Society. At Christmas the seventh grade piled many toys and gifts around the Christmas tree for less fortunate children in the city. Throughout the year the committee has sent scholarship money to two Edison High School girls who have kept us informed of the interesting way in which they budge4, their money. On February eighteenth the Welfare committee, with the help of Miss Merrill, some seniors and juniors, gave a party for forty-eight children under twelve from the Northeast Neighborhood House. Decorations and favors were carried out in the spirit of a Washington party. After playing games and fishing in the fish pond, the children were served ice cream and cookies and chocolate milk. They went home very happy with candy and gifts for their brothers and sisters at home. An interesting project this year was the filling of two large boxes with clothes, books, and toys for children cared for by the Kentucky Frontier Nursing Service. Not only did the eighth grade turn all their efforts to collecting clothes, but the seniors had a luncheon and spent the afternoon sewing nightgowns and caps for these Kentucky babies. Two new causes to which our money went this year were the Hampton Institute for negroes and the Seeing Eye Dog Fund. Both institutions presented the school with most interesting programs. This spring we again provided the people of the Northeast Neighborhood House with money for seeds. To the faculty advisers, the members of the committee, and to the school as a whole go sincere thanks for the co-operation that made this a successful year. 36 Come one! Come all!” was the cry, and we came to the Northrop County Fair. We were greeted by a sumptuous supper on the roof of the main building of the fair, and were entertained during the course of the meal by serenading from the classes in their best yokel fashion. After supper, the Fair's record crowd was directed to the concessions and exhibits along the avenue of confetti. The senior agricultural exhibit, especially the Cow-Ca-Cola Cow, the junior Bingo concession, the tenth grade House of Mystery, the photograph booth where the ninth grade successfully demolished our ego, and the parade of freaks presented by the eighth grade all contributed thrills. Ruth Deems conducted an Information bureau and efficiently marshalled events and kept traffic moving. A stunt show in the auditorium brought the evening to a hilarious close and was a fitting end for the greatest fair ever held in Northrop county. Come and trip it, as you go, On the light fantastic toe. This was the advice followed by many members of classes IX through XII on the evening of November eighteenth, an evening long to be remembered by those of us who attended the annual autumn dance of Northrop League. The excellent music of Glad Olinger's orchestra contributed much to the general success of the party. On February fourteenth the seventh and eighth grades mailed gay Valentines in a post-box decorated for the occasion. The postal clerks were literally buried in sheafs of envelopes. The excitement of opening Valentines gave way to lively games. Prizes were given for most original impersonations—Carol Hawkins winning first prize for her characterization of Napoleon, and Dorothy Dunn winning second for her imitation of Charlie McCarthy. On January thirteenth, Northrop entertained Summit school. Properly identified with name tags from which hung mittens in school colors, we trooped downstairs for luncheon, where we were entertained by a style show with beautiful models. The stunning clothes were from Harold’s and ranged from ski costumes to evening gowns. After luncheon, groups drifted about the building—to the art center, the new music room, and the art exhibit. The seventh and eighth grades entertained their guests at games in the newly decorated recreation room. The outcome of the upper school basketball games was probably more satisfying to Northropites than to Summit girls since we won both games, but there was plenty of good competition. It seemed all too soon when it was time for our guests to leave. We look forward to another party. Congratulations to Ruth Deems and her committee for a year marked by successful parties! 37 7 Athletic QcmuniUee During the post yeor many changes were made in school athletics. Most important was the division of the seventh through twelfth grades into two teams, the blue and the white. This system enabled all of the upper school girls to participate in color games”, and earn points toward their letters by being on the winning team. A new point system was inaugurated to include such activities as horseback riding, hiking, skiing, and skating as those for which points were awarded. Members of the athletic committee, with the advice of Miss Dalton and Miss Shoemaker. selected the varsity basketball team which triumphed over Summit School's brilliant challenge in the annual classic. Plans were made to establish Lacrosse as a regular sport at Northrop. This game was introduced last year when it was met with enthusiasm by many upperclassmen. This year has added to its crowd of enthusiasts, despite the fact that the spring season was too short to give it much time. We feel praise is due to the athletic directors and Virginia Lee and her committee for this organization which has stimulated interest in participation in sports. 38 VcdleA, B aand Left to right: Marilynn Nelson, Peggy Smith, Eleanor Stevenson, Carol Atwood, Susan West, Andrea Scott, Janet Goodrich, Judith Webster, Elizabeth Keating. Jean Thomson, Gretchen Luther, Mary Louise Bros. Ellen Rider. Sally Ashmun, Dorothy Chilton. Rosemary Campbell. Helen Reynolds, Joan Smith, Absent: Ann Lockrae. Rosemary Campbell. Peggy Smith.........................................Co-editors Gretchen Luther - Chairman of Business Staff Ann Lockrae...............................................Chairman of Art Staff ADVISERS Jeon Duncan Josephine Garst Christine Kinnoird 39 Art Business Editorial Qlee Club A stream-lined version of the operetta H. M. S. Pinafore was one of the high spots of the concert given by the Northrop and Blake glee clubs this year. The leads were sung by Evelyn Stuart. Mary Louise Bros, Arthur Hoaglund, Robert Maxeiner and William McCartney. Besides the operetta there were songs sung by the two clubs together and separately. The mixed chorus sang Homeland by Cain and The Galway Piper by Fletcher. The Northrop glee club alone sang Morning by Speaks, Snow by McLeod, and When Day Is Done by Katscher. The Blake glee club sang Swing Along by Cook and I Got Plenty O' Nuttin' by Gershwin. Sally Lee played Popper's Tarantelle on the cello, and as an encore she played Arioso by Bach. Virginia Lee and David Cooper played The Toy Trumpet by Scott on the trumpet and percussion instruments. We wish to congratulate Miss Cotton and Mr. Avery on the excellency of this year's concert. The glee club of Northrop has added much to chapel programs throughout the year. Under Miss Cotton's inspiration they have brought us interesting interpretations in their singing. The club this year appeared in royal blue choir robes, an innovation we all like. These robes were financed by the treasury of the Glee Club, and they also contributed $100 toward the furnishing of the music room. Officers of the club were Mary Louise Bros, president, and Evelyn Stuart, secretary-treasurer. Miss Frances Kelly has been accompanist. 40 Phe 'hbance On Friday. April 23. an appreciative audience gathered to see the annual dance program presented by the Dance Club of Northrop School. This year it was an extraordinarily good and finished program. This was due to the fine co-operation of the members of the Club, and to the splendid direction of Miss Dalton, who deserves special credit for such a program. The dances ranged from the deep inspiring Psalm to the rollicking Satire . Included between these were many other dances all of which were very skillfully done. The costumes were especially lovely, and the lighting was beautifully blended. All and all, the dance program was a great success, and any parent had a right to be proud of his young dancer. 41 Vhe Man IfJka Ma i iied A1 bamln Wife By Anatole France Master Leonard Botal, Judge • Barbara Bissell Master Adam Fumee. Lawyer Sally Lee Master Simon Colline, Doctor - Virginia Loe Master Jean Maugier. Surgeon • • • - Elizabeth Woodworth Moster Serafin Sulwrier. Apothecary - . • • - Lenore Benson Giles Boiscourtier, Secretary - Ann Edmonds A Blind Fiddler - - • Mary Louisa Bros Catherine. Botel's wife - - Lois Belcher Alison, Botel's servant Sue Timberlake Mademoiselle do la Garandiere • Andrea Scott 'lekeaMal By Christopher Morley Freda, tho director Christine -Barbara Gertrude Sonia - Marjorie, the stage and • Elizabeth Cochran - - Joan Smith • Helen Reynolds - Gretchen Luther - Jean Thomson property man - - Mary Moore Mcuied By John W. Rogers Miss Minnie Tremaine - Rosomory Campbell Miss Emily Tremaine - - Elizabeth Keating Mrs. Saunders ... Carolyn Hollern Mrs. Bostwick .... Amy Camp Miss Zella Birdsong • • Jane Lee Jackson Sue Tremaine (niece of Minnie and Emily) .........................Jean Price 4? Vke ftwikupfi PbufA. After deep discussion of the relative merits of one-act plays, the Dramatic Club selected three which they wanted to present. December Third was the date of the big event. The school was kept in high suspense by the fact that at least one member from each cast was ill to the last moment. Everyone performed, though, and judged by the favorable comments overheard, the plays were very successful. Rehearsal, by Christopher Morley. gave the audience a glimpse of what probably occured during the numerous Northrop rehearsals. The play vividly portrayed the agonies through which the director and her cast stumbled while trying to rehearse a play. Saved, John W. Rogers, permitted several girls to try their talents at being old maids whose chief joy in life was relating gossip. The Man Who Married A Dumb Wife, by Anatole France, was an amusing French play which took place during the eighteenth century. Special mention goes to Barbara Bissell for her quick-wittedness during a crucial moment. The plays were ably directed by Miss Lucille Hartman, who. after two years of successful productions, has gained an enviable reputation. Ck MtmaA. Plcuf For the Christmas program, the students and parents were audience to a presentation of the old legend, Why the Chimes Rang. Ann Sheldon took the part of Holger, the boy whose gift to the Christ Child caused the chimes to ring. Among the people who presented gifts to the Christ Child were the Priest, the Old Scholar, a young girl, a rich lady, a rich gentleman, a courtier, and the King. At the moment that Holger placed his gift on the altar, a choir began to sing and a tableau, depicting the Nativity scene, was revealed. In the manger scene were Dorie deVries as Joseph, Sally Ashmun as the Madonna. Janet Goodrich and Virginia Lee as shepherds, and Jean Thompson as the king. The choir, which sang a beautiful lullaby, consisted of Gretchen Luther. Peggy Smith, Ruth Leslie, Rosemary Campbell, Martha Larkin, and Evelyn Stuart. 43 Qnade The histrionic talent of grade VIII (made up, incidentally, of future members of the dramatic club) was revealed to us in their production of Seven Old Ladies of Lavender Town by Henry C. Bunner and Catherien Cramer. This operetta in two acts took place once upon a time in Professor Lightning Haskins' booth at the Tidytown Fair. The problem of the loss of the husbands of the seven old ladies is solved by seven wax gentlemen suddenly coming to life. THE CAST Professor Lightning Haskins The Duchess of Tidytown Ferdinand, The Duke THE WAX WORKS George Washington - Joan Barker Julius Caesar - - Dorothy Dunn Alexander the Great - Marilyn Eastman Daniel Boone • • Marion Colman Charles C. Confusius - Elizabeth Cooper Henry the Eighth - Betty Peterson Napoleon Bonaparte - Barbara Grandin - - Madeleine Jaffray Katherine Winton Geraldine Bros THE SEVEN OLD LADIES Mrs. Smith - - Sheila Devaney Mrs. Brown ... Ruth Phelps Mrs. Jones - - Morley Cowles Mrs. Robinson - - Grace Mariette Mrs. Simpkins - Rita Ann Rotering Mrs. Timpkins - Mary Hill Mrs. Tralala de Montmorency Victoria Simmons The stage manager was Janet Miller, and business managers were Jessica Driscoll and Lucia Tearse. Congratulations again to Miss Cotton and Miss Hartman for another successful production! CuMent ZueriU Every other Tuesday, grades ten through twelve met with Miss Merrill to discuss what was going on in the world. Some of the problems in our own country were discussed. The different European crises were closely followed, and the wars in both Spain and China were brought to our attention. In February came the high spot of the year which was the Time Current Events Test. As in other years, posters were made by Miss Merrill and some of the girls. The winners of this test may choose any five dollar book they wish. The winners were Sally Ashmun in the senior class, Amy Camp in the junior, and Helen Harper in the sophomore class. After the Time test, current events became optional. Only those most interested in current affairs met with Miss Merrill in her room for informal discussions. Ani Gcudeit The art contest was more interesting than ever this year, and the prizes well merited. Joan Payne—special mention for all her work. Grades 1-2-3 PAINTING 1st—Joan Wurtele. Skiing 2nd—Betsy Crosby, Three Men in a Boat Honorable Mention—Dorothy Witt, Indian Costumes Special Mention—Grade III, Frieze of Life in Britanny Grades 4-5-6 PAINTING 1st—Norma Ritz, Thanksgiving Morning 2nd—Jane Thomas. Winter 3rd—Terrell Hawley. Winter Scene Special Mention for Friezes on Ferdinand, The Bull for Christmas Frieze, by Grade VI Grades 7-8-9 PAINTING 1st—Patty Drake and Prudence Sutherland, Landscape with Donkey 2nd—Julia Cole, Mexican Scene Honorable Mention—Katherine Win-ton. Mexican Woman 1st Special Mention to Grade VIII for frieze on Winter Sports 2nd Special Mention to Grade VII for two sports panels Grades 7-8-9 DRAWING 1st—Rachel Dorsey for all her drawings Grades 10-11-12 PAINTING Special Mention to the seniors for the group of screens 1st—Ellen Rider, Still Life 2nd—Mary Hardenbergh, Still Life Honorable Mention—Ann Lockrae for Portrait Head DRAWING 1st—Ann Lockrae, Head of Old Man Special Mention to illuminated letters and costume design FINGER PAINTING 1st—Roxbury Hyde 2nd—Amy Belle Johnson CRAFTS Grades 7-8-9 1st—Carolyn Brenton, Box 2nd—Barbara Grandin. Bookends 3rd—Mary Alice Eggleston. Footstool Grades 10-11-12 1st—Marilynn Nelson, Belt 2nd—Jean Price. Plate 3rd—Sally Lee. Notebook cover METALCRAFT 1st—Ann Sheldon. Bookends 2nd—Doneth Ann Green, Plate CLAY 1st—Sally Wheeler. Ferdinand, the Bull 2nd—Janet Hartwell. Old Lady Special Mention for the pipe cleaner and felt and yarn figures The encouragement and inspiration Miss Duncan gives to N.C.S. artists is revealed in the excellency of the annual exhibit. 45 JltMedJwuL The Northrop Horseshow is always a major event in the fall, and everyone turned out this year on October seventh to be either one of the riders or spectators. There were fourteen different classes whose winners were: Martha Struthers, Nina Carpenter, Jean Stevenson, Mary Moore, Janet Hartwell, Susan Rand, Joanne Wit-mer. and Martha Larkin who won the grand prize. There were no casualties or serious spills so everyone ate weiners and buns most heartily in the assembly after the events were over. This year the hockey season was filled with activity. Instead of class teams, a system of class squads each comprised of fourteen girls selected from the classes was devised. In addition to the squads there were two color teams, the Blues and the Whites. These two teams played a series of games in which the Whites were triumphant. As is the custom, class games were played. The seniors and sophomores were victorious. In the championship game between these two classes, the sophomores won the laurels by capturing the championship formerly held by the seniors—score 2-1. At several of the games refreshments were sold adding to the pleasure of the spectators and serving to increase the Community Fund. HOCKEY SQUADS Senior Sophomore Hardenbergh Hollern Moore Rutherford Ashmun Webster Barber Chilton Campbell Stuart Harper McGough deVries Leslie Rider Webster Smith Bros Stevenson. A. Soybold Thomson Gregg Stevenson, E. Vandever Goodrich Deems Clark Atwood, C. Junior Freshman Keating Stevenson Kennedy Eggleston Bissell Reynolds Henry Sutherland Lee Smith Drake Sheldon Caley Winton Hill. P. Stevens Cole Wheeler Leslie Edmonds Price Cochran Walling West Botcher Grace Dorsey Clark 46 9ce Walt Disney might have had a few surprises, and possibly gleaned some original ideas, had he been present at our annual Winter Carnival when we presented our version of “Snow White on skates! Neither Lucia Tearse as the charming heroine, nor Peggy Winton as the gallant Prince seemed to mind the low temperature: nor did the enthusiasm of parents and friends become chilled. The wicked Queen plotted her dark deeds in the person of Frances Cole, against a lively background of forest creatures made up of Lower School girls. Members of the Eighth through Twelfth grades enacted the parts of the dwarfs and other fairy tale folk. Much credit is due Miss Dalton for a successful and enjoyable performance. UJinie i and dp iinq Because Old Man Winter refused to favor the skiiers with as much snow as they needed, skating won over many of them during the long winter months. Along with winter sports, mention should be made of our new skating room which proved to be a grand improvement over the old arrangement. Increased interest was taken in basketball this year, although the championship game, in which the seniors fought hard to win over a fast sophomore team, had to be played after Easter vacation. The following are the class teams for basketball: Senior Sophomore Campbell Deems Atwood. N. Rutherford Hardenbergh Webster Rider Harper, H. Thomson Smith. P. Mooro Webster. M. Stuart deVries. D. Chilton Stevenson, A. Lee. V. Stevenson. E. Junior Freshman Belcher Smith. J. Sutherland Henry Bissell Grace West Dinsmoor. C. Keating Lee, S. Stevens Sheldon Wheeler Price Hill. P. Drake Stevenson. E. Walling In the spring, baseball was heartily welcomed by those who were not engaged in other school activities. 47 Left: Family picture. Center: Come on you guys, pass it! Right: Same family. Left: They're waiting. Center: Okay. Lee, anytime! Right: Time out. Left: Yes. I have been called Venus. Center: Shooie shows them the ropes. Right: Want'a make something of it? Left: What will it be? Dying swan or tail-spin? Center: Nine happy girls. Right: Big Lee still looking for that cabbage butterfly Miss Garst sent her after last spring. Left: It must have been the tailspin. Lower left: All right girls, the idea is to stand up. Center: Ah, bliss! Right: Thank you. Now you may continue your skate. 48 Left: Hoot mon! Belcher. Center: Ha. ha. ho. yes. Virgil has a sense of humor. Right: Here she comes, she's rounding the bend now. Left: And-then-Aeneas— Center: Then we found a place in the sun. Left: It might be sodium pregnandiol glu-curonidate. but it looks like H20 to us. Center: Heil— Right: Cocky and Adolph. Left: Evie must have cracked one of her own jokes. Center: She'll keep her balance. Right: Oh, shaw! Left: It must be good if Gata is working. Center (top): Kashey vs. Nagurski. Center (bottom): Wheeler: Ah. yes I can remember when— Right: There is nothing like good fresh air, is there Ruthie? Left: Welfare hostesses. Right: Neighborhooders whoop it up. CcdendaA September 12 School opens for grades 7-12. 16 Miss Spurr graciously entertains the Seniors at a tea. 19 Kindergarten through sixth grade join our ranks. 23 Miss Spurr greets the lower school in chapel. The Gym department sponsored the first hike to Glenwood. 30 The new girls are entertained at a novel party by the old girls. The elementary school has an interesting nature chapel. October 6 The seniors go to the first convocation of the season to hear John Erskine. 7 We hold our annual fall horseshow. I 3 Northrop observes Columbus Day with a ninth grade play. 14 In lower school chapel Fire Prevention is discussed. 17 N. C. S. Welfare Committee launches its campaign with a discussion of settlement house activities by Miss Rayer and an inspiring peptalk from Mrs. Dalrymple. 20 The seniors, in behalf of the Community Fund, give a silver tea. 21 The lower school sing their favorite songs in chapel. November 2 The faculty entertain the seniors at a tea with Ruth Businger speaking on new books. 3 Mrs. H. K. Painter talks to us on the history of our state. I I Reverend Robinson gives us a very thought-provoking talk on Armistice Day. 14 We heard records on our new phonograph from the Carnegie gift. 16 Mrs. Kenneth Clark acquaints us with Wells College. 18 The Elementary school enjoys book reviews and charades in chapel. The fall dance is a great success. 20 Seniors are hostesses at a Book Tea for the parents. 21 A blazer is adopted as part of the Northrop uniform. 23 Northrop's contribution of food for the Thanksgiving baskets is larger than usual. 27 We are all happy to have Mrs. Schuyler Woodhull with us again this year. She talks to us on Veiled Women . 28 One of those rare M. E. A. vacations! 29 Sherwood Eddy informs us on current affairs. December 3 The dramatic club presents three one-act plays. 9 Alumnae Day. 14 Smorgasbord—The school is given a royal feast by the kitchen. 20 The Christmas Program this year is a play. Why the Chimes Rang. 21 The school is entertained by an original French program conducted by Miss Hale. 50 January 6 School movies are shown in elementary chapel. 13 Northropites entertain the Summit girls at a luncheon, style show and basketball games. 23-26 A grilling week of exams. 24 The school is overwhelmed by the ability of Joseph de Beer's seeing eye dog. 26 Another rare vacation! 31 Annual Time test. February 6-10 Better English Week. 10 Mr. Donald Watt talks to us on the Experiment in International Living. 13 Holiday—Lincoln's Birthday. 14 We see a movie on Vassar. Seventh and Eighth Grade Valentine Party. 18 The Welfare Committee with the help of a few juniors and seniors give a party for 50 children from the Northeast Neighborhood House. 21 Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs is the theme of a very colorful ice carnival. March 9 Dr. Tyner opens the Lenter season with a very inspiring speech. 14 Reverend Lee J. Beynon of Calvary Baptist Church is also a Lenten speaker. 16 Dr. Theodore Blegen. President of the Minnesota Historical Society talks to us on Minnesota history. 23 The last Lenten speaker is Dr. Raymond Bragg. 24 Spring Vacation begins! April I I Northrop learns of the work of the Hampton Institute and is entertained by their quartet. 14 Miss Rosemond's pupils give a piano recital for the lower school. 17 Northrop will long remember the delightful president of Wellesley. Miss Mildred Mac Afee. 19 Seniors vs. Sophomores. Championship basketball game. 21 Seniors and freshmen receive one half day holiday for winning the Ad contest. April 24-May 5 Art Exhibit. 28 The Dance Club gave an excellent repertoire. May 4 The tenth grade presents a play The Man with the Bowler Hat. 9 Miss Hale's classes give a French chapel. I I The chorus gives a musical program at 2:35 for the benefit of the music room. 17 Annual P. T. A. dinner. 26-27 Exams. 30 Memorial Day—Vacation! June 2 Junior-Senior Prom. 5 A League meeting and installation of officers is held at 10 o'clock, an innovation in the school program. Prince Igor pageant—II o'clock. Tatlers distributed. 6 Laurence Gould gives the seniors a parting word at commencement. 19-24 College Board Entrance Examinations. 51 52 Left center: Hello Reynolds. Center top: Blue Monday. Center bottom: Gay Friday. Right: Come on—I dare ya. Left: O Kay, come on, take that sweater off! Center: Wheeler looks dignified. Right: Sports over, let's go home. Left: Flash! Leslie smiles. Center: Price feeling the bloom of youth. Right: It's either a love letter or Latin. Center: S. Lee—cello. Jr. Right: Horribly serious, aren't they? Left: Hello, folksies! Center: Can it be Tyrone Power? Right: You can call it what you want, but we call it skating. Left: Sheldon's perrenial grin. Center: Beaming Northropite entertains bashful Summitite. Right top: And then I said to him — Right bottom: Spring comes round. Big Lee is still searching for the butterfly. 53 Left: Getting instructions. Right: Limbering up. Left: It's a basket! ! Right: Seniors. Left: The half. Right: What's the score? Left: Practice. Right: Sophomores. Left: Esquestrians. Center: Ginger. Right: Betsy and friend. Cj'iade Back row: Mary Beth Nelson, Eleanor Swanson, Elizabeth Lyman, Amy Belle Johnson, Jean Dunn. Joan Donaldson, Lucille Camp. Second row: Patty Kennedy, Botty Kennedy. Martha Struthers. Mary Wurtele. Front row: Terrell Hewloy. Sally Whoeler, Patsy Moos. Absent: Patricia Coan Q'lade tf-uie About table: Judy Rand, Rosalie Heffel-fingor, Margaret Williams. Charlotte Lyman, Susan Cobb. Standing in back: Roxbury Hyde, Cynthia Shevlin, Norma Ritz, Yvonne Gra-bow. Absent: Nina Carpenter, Mary Stilson Qnade fycwtA. Seated: Sally MacRae. Judith Barker. Cynthia Knoblauch. Margaret Crosby. Helon Tearso. Thirza Jones. Standing: Sheila Strong, Ruth Harper. Helen Prous, Esther Crosby. Sylvia Traer, Adele Wells. Absent: Stanley Brooks, Nancy Wrench. SS Q'lade dluiee Left to right: Joan Wurtele, Sally Pierce, Sally Ankeny, Molly Rand. Kathryn Harper. Q'lade diva Standing, left to right: Dorothy Witt, Alice Crosby. Penny Rand. Seated, left to right: Betsy Crosby, Anne Crosby, Ulrika Lemke. Q'lade One Seated around table: Dianne Phillips. Connie Wurtele, David Luck-ens, Polly Case, Carol Quist. Seated in back: Elaine Phillips. Ann MacDougall, Richard Meland, Margaret Nancy Ludwig. Absent: Mary Gipson, Betty Ann Minar. Top: Smile! Left: Whoopee! Center: Two little maids from school Right: Feeding the swans Left: Lower school dramatics Right: Busy hours Left group: Brief glimpses Right top: Recess and sunshine! Right Center: In Loring Parle Right bottom: Mr. and Mrs. Mill-and-a-Half? law-e i School ActuutieA FIRST GRADE The fir � grado has boon studying City Life. They went to the King Colo Hotol to seo how peoplo live who do not have home . They rode tho but to tho grocery ttore. and bought something to eot for their milk lunch. They also visited the Hennepin Mothodist Church. They hevo visited the Boulder Bridge and University Farms. In the spring they hope to go to the Zoo in St. Paul. SECOND GRADE In the fall the second grade walked to loring Park. When they got back they wrote stories for their Nature Books about tho squirrels and swans. They went to the City Morkot and got much material for their Nature Books about vegetables and fruit. They went to Boulder Bridge Farm to see a modorn dairy farm, and to tho Walker Art Gallery. In Fobruary they gave a puppet show of one of the Lincoln stories. THIRD GRAOE In Fire Prevention Wook, the third grade wont to the Fire Station on Yale Place. The chief brought them home in his car. For Halloween, they visited the Northeast Neighborhood Houto. They took to the children in the nursery, some Hallowoen favors. At Christmas they made a Santa Claus castle. On March 3 they gave a social studies play on Britany. The play was called Red Sails and Blue Nets. After the play, thoy entertained their parents with a Britany lunch. Lator thoy wont to the Zoology 8uilding. where they saw moving pictures of small mammals of Minnesota, and studied tho exhibit of fur bearing animals. In communication they were studying How Mail is Carried. and on March 20 they spent the morning at the Wold Chamberlin Airport. They saw the Canadian mail plono, tho Chicago mail plane, and the Konsas City mail and passenger plane come in. FOURTH GRADE This yeor the fourth grade in social studies is studying communication. They hevo writton on clay tablets which they mode. They hove mado scrolls and parchment from a rabbit skin. Also in their social studies work they have visited the Telophono Company and the Post Office. The Journal and Dayton's printing exhibit gavo the fourth grade girls an ideo of how printing is dono. They also saw Colleon Moore's Doll House that was in St. Paul. FIFTH GRADE Miss Williams has taken the fifth grade girls many interesting placos. They hove visited the Art Institute. Also in the field of art they have visited the Walker Art Building. The Historical Building is alwoys interesting. The fifth grade enjoyed their trip to this building greatly. Two afternoons o week are devoted to tho Hobby Shop which Miss Williams directs. The fifth and sixth grade enjoy this work very much and have mado many interesting things. SIXTH GRADE The sixth grade girls have been conducting an experiment in self-government, with very satisfactory results. They have appointed a committee, who. with Mrs. Burns, made the rules. The class discussed and accepted tho committee's suggestions. An eccoptablo courso of conduct was agreed upon, and penalties set. In Hobby Shop, the sixth grade has onterod upon a new project this year. They have carved in soap and in wood. From soap they have carved figures. On wooden plaques, they have carved designs by a technique known as chip carving. This carving has been done undor the direction of Mrs. Burns, and has boon a very popular craft SCOUTS and BROWNIES This year, Miss Knight has boon the scout leader, and Miss Rizer. her assistant. Throughout the year the scouts have workod for badges. A man from the Eastman Kodak Company came to a scout meeting and talkod to the scouts about taking good picturos. Thoy have visited the Curative Work Shop, where they saw different kinds of looms. On May 20 tho scouts hope to go to the field day exorcises whore they will be judged with other scouts to see who are the best campers. The Brownie Pack have had a busy and profitable year under Miss Shoemaker's guidance. They have had rogular luncheons together and other organized activities. In May thoy had a picnic. By Grade VI roportor 58 A rainstorm from my window The wind was churning the rain into a gale of fury. Lightning cut the path of the rain like a shining sword. Crashing thunder, which jarred the earth, drowned the coyote howl of the wind. A shining sickle of lightning started the pouring rain again, and the bellowing thunder followed. Around the sky they whirled, first the lightning seemed meek beside the sun. and the thunder submitted to only an occasional low growl. Then all was tranquil again. JANE THOMAS. VI Honorable mention, Tatler contest THE WOODS Have you ever been in the woods at night. With the grass so dewy and the moon so bright? Then's when the woodfolk come out, And talk and dance and romp about. Have you ever been in the woods by day? The grass is dry and the moon away. Then's when the woodfolk go to sleep, While twittering birds the watch do keep-AMY BELLE JOHNSON. VI Honorable Mention, Tatler Contest THE RAINDROPS One day Mother Nature was counting her raindrop children. They were all there, except one. So she counted them again. This time another one was missing. Now, Mother Nature did not understand how they could get away, for she was watching every movement the raindrops made. But she had not noticed them jump from their cloud to another one. When they landed on the other cloud, they were greeted by a dozen pushes. Try as they would they could not hang on. so they were pushed into space. They dropped straight down and landed gently on a crocus. The crocus said, I am so glad to see you. I have been hoping some little raindrops would come, and now my wish has come true. One raindrop whispered something that I think was, It is just as well we were pushed off, because the crocus seems to need us. Yes, replied the other. As he said this, he heard the rolling of thunder and many other raindrops joined them. After they had been on the earth many days, Mother Nature called them all back and they all had a grand party that night. ROXBURY HYDE. V AUTUMN The leaves are dressed in their very best, With a red top coat, and a yellow vest- The sun is shining all day long. And the birds are singing their last sweet song. Each little flower is drooping its head, For they are ready to creep into bed. MARY WURTELE. VI Honorable mention, Tatler contest 59 WHAT I'D BUY If I had a silver dollar I'd buy a little toy dog With a little silver collar Whose furry head would jog. If I had a new silver dime I'd buy a real little clock It would always tell the right time Its case would shut and lock. But I've only got a penny So I'm going to buy a candy It will come in very handy One's better than too many. JUDY RAND. V Honorable mention. Tatler contest THE PARADE OF SPRING Bravo! Bravo! Spring is coming! First comes a light cart, drawn by many a bird. Oh, what’s this? The strangest thing I ever heard. Human violets! And in their midst Lady spring, the loveliest. Now the procession of Marigold. And in each little blossom's fold One little flower fairy with golden hair. But unless you look, she won't be there. MARY STILSON. V THE MIDNIGHT PARTY It was midnight in the Brook's kitchen, when all at once a vanilla bottle jumped out of its place. It took a spoon and beat on a tin measuring cup. Up jumped the sugar girls, and down from the ice box rolled the egg boys. The carrots began dancing with celery. The parsnip orchestra began playing the kitchen waltz. Then everything was quiet. The orchestra played God Save The King Bread Loaf. Then King Bread Loaf walked in with two egg boys holding up his train and with a tin cup on his head. He said, On with the party. The potatoes and the asparagus gave a play. All at once the vanilla bottle began to beat the tin cup. and it made a bang. The foods hurried back to their places, and you'd never think they had had a party. ADELE WELLS, IV 60 THOUGHTS FOR MOTHER’S DAY By Fourth Grade SOME WORDS TO MY MOTHER Mother, forgive me for the many times That I’ve been bad, Forgive me for the times I've made you sad, For all the things That I've naughtily done, For I really, truly love you. I do, I do. MY MOTHER I love my mother very much And I have a right to, too, For she is always doing things for me. The only way for me to tell her Is to do the things she asks, For I love her more than tongue can tell. TO MOTHER To a mother, whom I love Of all things, above Her soft, sweet hands, How kind they are to me. LOVE FOR MY MOTHER I love my mother dearly, For the loving things she’s done. I love her for her gentleness And love for me. I am thankful for my mother And the things she’s done. MOTHER DEAR Mother dear, Mother dear, I love you, I love you, I love you, Mother dear. I'm trying to tell you Mother dear, I'm trying to tell you I love you. I love you, I love you, Mother dear. She has the brightest smile. I would not exchange her For another mother, For even a little while. SPRING AND ITS PROMISES I walked through the woods the other day. And what do you think I saw? A little green sprout there, Pushing up through the dark, moist earth, Where all the snow was gone. I walked through the woods the other day, And what do you think I heard? A robin in the treetcp, Singing to me! Chir up, chir-up. chir-up. Now do you know what these things mean? I'll tell you! They mean Spring,” Spring, With the daisies dancing in the meadow, Dancing in the wind: Spring, with the robin calling from the bush His cheery, Gcod-morning-to-you ; Spring, with the kites flying in the wind. Spring! Spring! SPRING! MARGARET CROSBY, IV 61 SNOW FLAKES CHRISTMAS Little snowflakes falling down, And landing on my hand. And gently falling to the ground. Throughout the pretty land. SALLY ANKENY, III SNOW FLAKES Snowflakes falling gaily down. Do you fall in every town? You make things look so very white. Because each flake is silvery bright. KATHRYN HARPER. Ill FROM THE WINDOW From the window I can see Snowflakes dancing to and fro. Hungry sparrows on a tree Look for food on snow below. Snow is everywhere in sight. It covers all the hill today, It fell so softly in the night So I can ski and slide and play. JOAN WURTELE. Ill Christmas has come It is fun to open the presents We are thankful! Oh Christmas is a joyful time. A pretty time, a jolly time. How we all love Christmas! ANN CROSBY. II SANTA CLAUS One night before I went to bed My Mother called to me, and said. Go get your stocking. Sally dear, And hang it by the chimney, here: For Santa Claus is on his way From house to house, with deer and sleigh. And to all children good he brings In pack, and sleigh, all sorts of things! SALLY PIERCE. Ill RAIN IN JANUARY When the rain falls On the slippery streets In January— People slide and cars skid. How queer to have it rain In January! DOROTHY WITT, II SANTA On Christmas Eve when all is still and everyone's asleep. Be sure you hang your stockings up before you go to sleep: And when out on the lawn there will arise a great clatter, And you jump up from your bed to see what's the matter, And to your great surprise you find that Santa Claus is there. With his red cheeks, and round, round face, and pretty white hair. MOLLY RAND, III 62 NIGHT Night is creeping near! The owl in the forest is betting against the bats The lion and the bear have gone to sleep long ago, And soon the moon will be coming up and saying, Hello there, my friends. ULRIKA LEMKE. II ON VALENTINES DAY I heard a knock on the door. I opened the door, An envelope fell on the floor. I opened it! And there was a valentine, a valentine. PENNY RAND. II STARS Oh stars up above Shining so bright, I cannot count you, But I know there are a lot of you. I know some of your names, But of course you don’t know mine. DOROTHY WITT. II THE GRASSHOPPER Once upon a time there was a grasshopper. He was on a lily pad trying to fish and he had already caught a minnow. A fish came out of the water and tipped over the lily pad and ate up the grasshopper. His mother was wondering where he was and she began to cry. BETTY CROSBY. II SURPRISE, HAPPY. JOLLY AND JOY Once upon a time there were three little men. One day when the little men came home they saw that the lights were on and the door was open. The little men shouted, A witch, a witch, a witch! But when the little men went into the house they saw a girl. She was asleep. But she woke up. She said that her wicked step-mother had sent her away and that she had no name. The little men thought of a name. Suddenly Happy thought of the name Joy. Surprise. Happy. Jolly and Joy lived happily ever after. The men went to work and Joy kept the house for the little men. ALICE CROSBY. II THE INDIANS GO HUNTING Tecumseh was the Indian Chief of a tribe. He was the leader. One day he said to his tribe, Tomorrow we shall all go on a hunting trip! They all repeated. A hunting trip! A hunting trip! And so the next day they all went. They were going to be gone two suns and two sleeps. They started very early. They did not all go the same way—Oh no! A few went east, and some west, south, and north. And coulc you believe it, by the time they got back home, they had forty bison with them. ULRIKA LEMKE. II 63 Mwticai Jl lammti Left: The glee club Right: More of it Left: Pinafore Right: Glee club again Left: The leads Right: Music room and class Left: Finale Right: Mr. Avery Left: Miss Spurr explains Left: After the game Right: Why we are musical! Pen PcunU- A POET S DREAM There was o full moon that night. If cast pole tlim fingers of light through the window opposite Dovid's bed. Sleep was impossible in the stuffy room, with Peter's heavy broathing to help koop him awake. Tho boy boside him stirred and sighed heavily in his sloep, David slipped quietly out of bed and stepped softly to the window. Flinging it wide open, he inhalod doop draughts of tho cold, life-giving air. Everything was bathed in moonlight; pools of silver softened the harsh outlines of tho unkempt yard, onclosed by a scraggly fonce. Ho pulled a pair of trousers over his pajamas and snatched a jacket and some shoes near the bed. Except for the heavy snores issuing at intervals from tho room at the end of the hall, Ihe house was unbelievably still—an interlude of quiet before the beginning of another day that would bring the myriad noises of the poorer part of a great city. Tho screen door slammed behind him. A stray cat rubbed its furry back against his legs. David pushed it gently aside with his foot, and started in the direction of the perk. He must hurry before this enchantment had escaped him. It seemed as if everything held its breath for a moment; soon it all would be lost behind the sky. Yes. here it was. here wos the place. He sank onto the soft grass, and his eyes drank in tho silont beauty of tho sceno. For a moment the tall, green buildings and the wretched poverty around him were invisible to his eyes: for a moment the dark trees outlined against the sky were tho limits of his small world, and already In the back of his mind, lines of poetry were capturing this strange mood. Moody, yes that's what it was they colled him. Nervous was his father's word for it. Maybe they were right. He had never felt as the rest of them did about anything. He could see his mothor's eyes the day he'd told her he no longer wishod to go to the Catholic church—thot he had his own ideas obout religion. Words were not exchongod between them for sometime, but finally she had come around. In their compact family life, silonces couldn't be endured for long. When David was small, father hod used the whip on him moro thon on any of the others, but it hadn't cured his rebellious spirit. He still spoke out aqainst his father's tyranny, and each time the man's eyes had blazed with anger, and he had left tho house for a few Hoys, only to come back sullen and hateful. Well, why don't you get a job? he had said once, and struck David ocross tho faco. He rubbod it now. where the welt had been for a week aftor the quarrel, and remembered how little Annie had screamed and pounded father's legs with her small, boney fists. Why didn't he qet a job? Well, maybe he would. Up to now he'd been too sickly to hold a steady ono: besides, the one thing ho wantod was to get away. Yes, get away from this life and its way of crushing the happiness out of one. He'd seen it happen to many. It might happen to him. David closed his oyos. Ho could picture now tho place he'd like to live. There would be many trees and a long expanso of green down to a crystal-clear lake. How the sun would sparkle on it in oarly morn- ing! How the moon would send golden ripples to tho shore! There'd bo a house on a hill, and all day would be free to write poetry and read. Yes. it was going to be wonderful. How soon could he qo7 Tomorrow? No. he must go now, of course. Slip back home before the sun had risen. Who knows, in another day this life might catch and hold him so that he could never escape. David sprang to his feet and started running toward the house. His eyes sparkled, and his breath came fast. Such exhalation he had never experienced. No thought of how he could reach this house of dreams ontered his mind. He must only escape. Yes. I must, he whispered to himself. I must! With pounding heart ho reachod the yard. The sky was already suffused with the red glow of sunrise. No. it couldn't be true! David stood fixed to the spot, as if struck. Too late! Ho hadn't been fast enough in his race against time. Mother was in the kitchen; the clock over her head read six o'clock. She must have seen him. She looked up from her work and glanced toward the window. He still couldn't movo. A moment ago he had begun to live. Now the blood no longer surgod excitingly through his veins. No. mother hedn't seen him. She turned back to her cooking over the stove. How tired she looked! How lined her face was! How gray her hair! She wasn't very old, not as old as she looked 65 anyway; what could one expect from thii life, though? What happiness had she ever had? David could think of no timo he had seen her laugh, really laugh. Had he thought of hor as a part of his mako-beliovo house? No, ho suddenly realized ho had thought of no one but himself. How selfish ho wasl Thoir happinoss was as important as his. Ho woled as if from a dream, and entered the house. The stray cat rubbed against his legs. This time he scarcely noticed. Why, David. his mother said as she turned toward him, where have you been?” Oh, just out. ho answored. looking past her. I couldn't sleep. Then with new confidence he added Mother. I’ve decidod to get a job. I can find ono some place. Driving o truck—just anything. I’m really quite strong. Wo can t go on liko this. There has to be some stoady income in the family. He turned away, frightened lest the sudden joy in her eyes would make him reveal his morning’s dream. Upstairs. Peter still slept. David stopped for the second time that morning to the window. And I had meant to run away. he thought, as if by that I could be freed. The rising sun hid no detail of tho dingy yard outside. BEATRICE DEVANEY. XII First prize—Tatlor prose contest I KNOW I know what it is to watch, ond wait and hope. To see happiness drifting by Too high to bo caught by mortal hands; I know what it is to be jarred By the shattering of one’s dreams. Then feel them slip away. I also know what it is To have visions of far off things. intangiblo, glorious visions; And when happiness and love havo gone far out of sight, Thoso visions will still remain— I know. JEAN THOMPSON. XII First prize—Tatler poetry contest 66 I—HOPE'S EDUCATION One day Mr. and Mrs. Average Citizen took their daughter, Hope, and led her down the road a ways. As they walked the mother explained saying, Daughter, you are but six years old. Yet today father and I must start you out on a difficult journey. It is one which everyone must take, and though it is hard, be brave and don't give up. In the end it will lead you to a great city called the City of Wisdom. Now we must part: you take this pathway to your right, and we must return to our home. We have traveled this path in earlier times. And now. good-bye dear, and remember that the only way to get to the City of Wisdom is to work, and not take short-cuts or easier ways. Good-bye! Hope turned toward the path indicated and saw a sign which read The Path of Learning and Education. She started to walk down the path. It was very even, and it was easy to walk on it. As she walked, she met a girl named Diligence. After they had introduced themselves, Diligence said. This path will be very easy if you will work hard and not shirk your duty. Remember there is no shortcut to the City of Wisdom. Then Diligence left her, and Hope walked on alone. Soon she met a boy named Lazy. He tried to persuade her to leave her path saying, Soon you will come to the Hill of Labor. You will have a very difficult time, but if you will come with me on the path to the left, you will have an easy journey. The path is called the Path of Ease. Now Hope was not sure which way to go. It would be pleasant to journey on the nice looking path, but as she stood there, she saw a little man named Duty hurrying past her. On this back were printed the letters. Do not shirk me. Then she remembered the words of Diligence. The path will be very easy if you do not shirk your duty. So plugging her ears, so as not to hear Lazy, she ran on up the path. She soon came to the Hill of Labor as Lazy had predicted, but there was a man named Praise who helped her up the hill. She found it much easier to work with Praise there. On the other side of the hill, she came upon a group of boys and girls, who said that they were called Play. Hope wanted to stop and have some fun, but ahead she saw Duty hurrying onward, and she knew that she must hurry also. As she hurried along, she came to a wall, called Hinderance. This wall was very steep and she knew that she could never climb it. but she had to get to the other side in order to continue her journey. All day she hunted for a place to get through the wall, and all day as she hunted. Delay sat by the wall saying, You cannot get over the wall. Why try? Why don't you rest awhile? Rest and play in my garden with me. But Hope would not listen and toward evening, she found a hole, just big enough for her to crawl through. The next day Hope pushed on. The path was getting rougher, and her feet were sore, but she stumbled on to the City of Wisdom. As she walked, she met two men named Simple and Stupid. They said that the path was too difficult, and they were not going to try anymore. She also came upon Sleepy, who tried to make her rest awhile. But she ignored them all, and at last she came to the City of Wisdom, where she was presented to the King of Knowledge. She had made the journey safely! 67 II—THE MAN Of DESPAIR The Men of Despair was an old looking person who lived in an iron cage. Perhaps one reason he looked so old was because of his old gray clothes. He wore an ill-fitting gray suit which hung loosely around his thin body. His stockings were wrinkled, and his old shoes were badly worn. Most of his coat buttons were off. and the once cream colored lace, at the throat and wrists, was soiled and torn. The little old man seemed to be in the same shabby state as his clothes. Where his neck rose out of the soiled lace, the skin was dry and wrinkled. His face was an ashen-gray somewhat resembling the color of his musty clothes. His bony hands lay in his lap when they were not nervously fingering some part of his clothing. When he walked, he limped along, painfully dragging his tired body with him. His gray clad shoulders were bent low. as if from some heavy burden. His hair, which was long and stringy, lay in an unkempt mass on his shoulders. Usually he sat quietly with an air of utter hopelessness upon him. Occasionally he would start talking of his misery, and then his voice would slowly mount, and he would work up his emotions until he was limping up and down the Iron Cage, screaming in a shrill rasping voice. He was always pitifully sorry for his sins. He knew it was too late to save himself: so he was in despair. DOROTHY DUNN. VIII First prize—Tatler contest HOLIDAYS Ah, don't you remember: 'Tis almost December And soon will the holidays come: Oh, it will be jolly, I've plenty of money I'll buy me a sword and a drum. Thus said little Harry unwilling to tarry, Impatient from school to depart, But we shall discover this holiday lover Knew little the depths of his heart. For when on returning, he gave up his learning Away from his sums and his books Though playthings surrounded, and candy abounded Boredom still appear'd in his looks. At first they delighted, his toys were now alighted, And thrown away out of his sight. He spent every morning in stretching and yawning. Yet went to bed weary at night. He had not the treasure that really makes pleasure. (A secret discovered by few.) You'll take it for granted more toys he had wanted, But no—it was something to do. We must have employment to give us enjoyment, And pass the days cheerfully away: And study and reading gives pleasure more freely, Then that of your toys and your play. PATSY CLIFFORD, VII Honorable Mention, Tatler Contest 68 BORDERING ON SLEEP The crows screech ond caw as they quarrol over their breakfast. It is a very loud and far reaching argument for it wakes me out of a sound sloep. How I hate those crows breaking in upon my last minutes of pleasant slumber, and yet it's the sound of the country and all that has to do with summer and vacation. I doze off only to be awakened by a second noise, this time very close to my ears. As many thousand times as I hear it. I always imagine that someone is trying to climb onto the roof and broak into the porch. Each time I open my oyes with a start only to realize that it is the pattering foet of a squirrel racing over the roof for his morning airing. Now I am really awake, and the bright morning sun shines on the white birches and their smooth waxy leaves making everything positively dance with glittering brightness. My eyes wander to something more restful—the soft light of the sun on the pines. The shadow hos not yet receded to the pino needles on the ground, so I know I have a peaceful fifteen minutes in which to prophesy the weather and the consequent evonts of the day. I watch the birds who are puttering around their morning dutios. Yes. there is that little wild canary I saw yesterday. He's so very yellow and so very lively that I can't miss him dancing over the quiver, ing ends of the pine branches. I wish that I could see one of the rod-throated humming birds, but it is too early. I suddenly realize that today must bo very clear. I rouso myself and turn to look at the mountain. It is beautifull Tho sun is shining right into evory crack and cranny of the ravines. The groat hill stands out in all its glory and majesty on a morning like this. How I love evory line and rock on the surface of that mountainl If only I could always livo right hero and be ablo to wake in my hammock and feel such refreshing beauty every morningl Today is the climber's dream of an idool mountain day. and we shall surely climb one. I can already imagine that glorious feeling of reaching the top after a long and swoltering climb. I can feel life giving breezes blow away my weariness, and vision hundreds of mountains rising before mo. They range from a near green to a far distant purple—as far as the eye can reach. Heavens! Why am I sitting in bed with such a day and such an experience before me! What a wonderful feeling of happy, comfortable tiredness! In bed at last. I lie looking at the stars and. this time, at the moonlit glittering of the birch leaves. It has been a marvelous day. and my eyes are ready to dose for a good night's sleep. The birds have long retired, and tho tops of the pines are inky black against the sky. It is pleasantly cool on the porch, and a light soothing breeze blows through the trees and across my face. I am noarly asleep when a noise half wakens me. It is tho sound I love best in the world. Tho night froight train is roaring down through the notch on its way to the sea. I can hear it coming from miles away, and the familiar shriok of its whistle for the crossing is only soft music to my ears. By the time the rumble of the last car has died away in the distenco, my day has ended. MARY HARDENBERGH. XII Honorable mention. Tatler prose contest 69 EIGHT-FIVE Good heavens, it's a quarter of eight! I yelled frantically to Angela, When you have been dressing leisurely for the last hour, and suddenly someone shouts at you and gives you the distressing news that your train leaves in twenty minutes, something is bound to happen. It happened. Angela became practically hysterical. Nothing could have been worse, because Angela is a very temperamental soul to begin with. I tried to console her by telling her that the train would wait for us. This I knew was utterly ridiculous, but in her state of mind she was ready to believe almost anything. Since Angela was the most nearly dresed, we threw her things into her bag, and she put on her shoes. By this time she had begun to realize that neither tears nor frenzy would get her on that train. I told her to go down to the desk, pay the bill and check out, and call a cab. I had visions of Angela fainting on the elevator, because when she is upset she very often faints. However, I hoped for the best and left Angela to fate. The next seven minutes were a perfect nightmare so far as I was concerned. Between getting my own things and those Angela had forgotten into one bag, and making a last minute search for the things you usually leave in hotel rooms, and dressing, I really didn't think we would ever meet Aunt Priscilla at Northport. I knew that if we didn't arrive when the train did, Aunt Priscilla would be worried sick. (She is just like Angela in that respect.) I was spurred on by the thought of the whole militia out looking for two nineteen year old girls. Aunt Priscilla would be sure to think we had been kidnapped—no less. I finally managed to get everything in my suitcase, but the big problem was to close it. After the first attempt (the usual one) just to pull the lid down, I found the lid came about six inches from the closing point. Then I sat on it. Since this failed, I took out the coat which was on the top layer. I sat on the darn thing again. Still it wouldn't close. Now I was practically at my wit's end. The suitcase had to be closed, and I simply couldn't close it. Then I had a wild idea. I pulled the straps as tight as I could and just left the lock unfastened. I jammed on my hat and stooped over to pick up the bag only to realize that I still had on my bedroom slippers. I was nearly frantic by this time. I certainly couldn't go back to the bottom of the suit case for my shoes. Luckily my overshoes were still out, so I pulled them on over the slippers. Never again will I try that combination. Every time I took a step, I felt as though I had sunk into the mushy mud of spring thaws. You see, the overshoes had heels and the bedroom shoes did not. I dashed out to the elevator. I pushed all six buttons in hope of speedier transit, but no such luck. I'm sure I waited five minutes if I waited a second. I contemplated walking down, but the thirteen floors that separated me and the first floor made me decide against walking. Finally a car did come just as it dawned on me that I had forgotten the coat I had taken out of the bag. I rushed back to get it, and when I returned the elevator was waiting for me. The boy sat grinning as if he knew exactly how I felt. On the way down I told him of my predicament. We had come to the tenth floor when I finished my story. From there we reached the main floor in nothing flat. My stomach was still on tenth. Angela was pacing the floor in front of the elevator with two bell boys right behind her. When she saw me she shrieked to the bell boys, There she is! I don't know exactly what happened in the next few seconds, but I suddenly found myself in a taxi telling the driver our train left in three minutes. 70 As long as I live, I shall never forget that ride. At eight o'clock in the morning the Chicago loop isn't the best place to be if you are in a hurry. Besides jumping five red lights, we nearly hit three cars and going around corners—well! I didn’t mind things like that as a rule, but Angela was scared to death. When the station came in view, the driver began to honk. He tooted steadily 'til we reached the door. I have always remembered this little trick because it certainly brought results. When we got out we had a welcoming party of at least a half dozen redcaps. I yelled. Eight-five Zephyr and then things really began to move. I don't know to this day whether I threw a one or five dollar bill to the tax driver, but by that time nothing but the train mattered. Although the station was rather crowded, our advance guard of redcaps made a path for us directly to the platform. As we tore through the depot. I realized what a sight I was. The heels of my overshoes went down every time I took a step. My scarf was floating gaily from every place but my neck. You could see the ends of different articles of clothing peeping evasively out of my bag. (I never did get it shut.) Then everyone who saw us began making smart remarks. Are ya in a hurry, lady? When my scarf fell off we heard a perfect chorus of Ya dropped something! So helpful! Tryin' to ketch a train? The last straw was when people began making bets as to whether we would make it or not. One voice which made a very insulting remark bet another voice two bits we'd make it. I almost hoped we wouldn't. I wouldn't have minded being the center of interest under any other circumstances, but this was too much. When we finally saw the train, the conductor was just taking up the little steps and the train had begun to move. I often wonder what would have happened if he had not been a husky man. Angela and I suddenly found ourselves on the last car of the train, but where were the bags? This question was answered as two bulging black things came hurtling toward us to land with a splitting thud on the floor beside us. Oh well, they needed repacking anyway. JANE LEE JACKSON. IX Honorable mention. Tatler prose IF HE COULD KNOW If this small boy. my son. could only know The world a place of peace, Not killer of men, wrecker of lives, destroyer of faith: No sacrifice too great but I would make. No thing of mine on earth but I would give, If this small boy. my son, could only know. JEAN THOMSON. XII 71 XIX Along a much more clastic line Our foot must tread their way. With ghost of Roman emperors This work' of sterner clay. XX A learned lady teaches us Whence came our English speoch. We see tho glory of old Romo It pomp and glory roach. XXI At desk in sunlit, airy room. With calm and cool demeanor. Without her neat and propor dress No one has over seen her. XXII And one and all thoso pilgrims soek All by the same long road. The bumpy goal of knowledge To work, to learn ; the codo. XXIII Not bound for Canterbury, But for a college board. They've all that one samo purpoto To loarn, i their reward. XXIV Si people so diversified Meet on a common plane. Each with hor individual traits Great wisdom sooks to gain. XXV And don't forget the janitors. Nor cooks, nor office staffs. So different is thoir daily work From English, math and graph . XXVI It's not just work that differs there. But personalities. We've difforont people, minds, and heart That no mero watcher sees. ANDREA SCOn. XI AMBITION It is a sense inborn. A feeling urging, surging. Driving up and on. Driving one to want to rise. To reach for things beyond To attain the unattainable, To pass beyond that bond, That chains one's soul to common things. Things practical and worn. It is a dream inborn, A desire leading, luring. Pointing up and on, Always striving up and onward To something just too far. For in reaching for the moon Ona oft' times gains a star. PEGGY SMITH. XII Honorable Mention, Tatler poetry contest 74 A VISIT TO THE DENTIST I kept telling myself all the way downtown to his office that there was absolutely no reason to fear the dentist. After all, I said to myself, he's only trying to help me. He's a kind, gentle old man anyway, and wouldn't hurt a flea. Yet that weak spot in my knees didn't disappear, nor did the clamminess of my hands. It was fate at its worst that made all the stop and go signs say Go. hurrying me to my doom. AH too soon we arrived. Shaking. I stepped from the car. braced myself, strode briskly into the office building, and entered the elevator. What floor, please? inquired the elevator boy. I opened my mouth. Nothing whatsoever came out. I tried again. Ten, I said, only this time so loudly it scared me. Up we whizzed to the tenth floor. I stepped from the elevator and attempted a nonchalant walk to the office door. I could feel the elevator boy eyeing my back curiously. Once around the corner I was safe from his eyes, but I didn’t stop my swagger until I reached the door. There I squared my shoulders once more, put on a brilliant smile, and entered. A serious faced girl in starched white informed me that I could go right in. Flinging my coat down on a chair. I went into the inner office, and greeted the doctor with a superficial smile. I tried to engage him in a conversation as he eased me into the chair, but I failed miserably. Then the nurse fastened a ridiculous looking bib around my neck, and the doctor commenced to pump the chair up. I now felt like a two-year-old in a high-chair. Then the dentist reached for an evil looking instrument and used it to inspect with care every tooth in my mouth. This searching I had to admit didn't bother me at all, and I regained couraqe. But I might have known one can't trust a dentist for long, for the very next moment he struck a place which hurt so it was difficult to remain in the chair without shrieking lustily. That must have been a cavity. said I to myself. For there seemed to be a triumphant gleam in the doctor's eye, like that of a cat which has just discovered a mouse. For the moment he had removed his hand from my mouth, and so I turned my head to glance at him. I caught him making strange signs at his white-clothed assistant, nodding his head and gesturing with his hands. Immediately I was suspicious. I had no doubt but what they were conspiring and that I was the victim. Perhaps something serious was wrong with the tooth, something incurable, and they were going to extract it quickly from behind without consulting me. But no, nothing like that, for the dentist returned with another instrument, equipped with a vicious hook on the end. Again he maltreated my tooth, assuring himself what he had found was a cavity. And now began the fun—from his point of view. All right, he said to the nurse. Whatever that meant, she understood and came forth with the drillpoint for the drill. Meanwhile the doctor fussed around with various tools and instruments gleefully sharpening them on a stone, and scrutinizing each carefully. Then keeping one finger in my mouth, he reached behind me for what turned out to be a great wad of cotton which he stuffed in my mouth along with the finger. The story from now on is a matter of several painful repetitions—of how each time the doctor reached for the drill my muscles tensed, and I braced myself ready to leap from the chair, and the relief I felt when he reached for the water. How I managed to swallow is something I shall never be able to understand. At last after endless hours of drilling, of stuffing in the filling, and of mouth stretching. I sat up with a weak smile and removed bits of silver which rested on my tongue. My only reward was a glass of Lavoris and the knowledge I wouldn't have to return for several months. To me. visiting the dentist is one of the most unnecessary, unpleasant, useless duties 75 XXIII XIX Along e much more clastic line Our feet must tread their way. With ghosts of Roman emporors This work's of sterner clay. XX A learned lady teaches us Whence came our English speech. We see the glory of old Romo Its pomp and glory reach. XXI At desk in sunlit, airy room. With calm and cool demeanor. Without her neat and proper dress No one has ever seen her. XXII And one and all those pilgrims seek All by the same long road. The bumpy goal of knowledge To work, to learn : tho code. Not bound for Canterbury. But for a college board. They've all that one same purpoto To learn, is their reward. XXIV Six people so diversified Meet on a common plane. Each with her individual traits Great wisdom seeks to gain. XXV And don't forget the janitors. Nor cooks, nor office staffs. So different is their daily work From English, math and graphs. XXVI It's not just work that differs there. But personalities. We've different people, minds, and hearts That no mere watcher sees. ANDREA SCOn. XI AMBITION It is a sense inborn. A feeling urging, surging. Driving up and on. Driving one to want to rise. To reach for things beyond To attain the unattainable, To pass beyond that bond, That chains one's soul to common things. Things practical and worn. It is a dream inborn. A desire leading, luring. Pointing up and on. Always striving up and onward To something just too far. For in reaching for the moon One oft' times gains a star. PEGGY SMITH. XII Honorable Mention. Tatler poetry contest 74 A VISIT TO THE DENTIST I kept telling myself all the way downtown to his office that there was absolutely no reason to fear the dentist. Affer all, I said to myself, he's only trying to help me. He's a kind, gentle old man anyway, and wouldn’t hurt a flea. Yet that weak spot in my knees didn't disappear, nor did the clamminess of my hands. It was fate at its worst that made all the stop and go signs say Go. hurrying me to my doom. All too soon we arrived. Shaking. I stepped from the car, braced myself, strode briskly into the office building, and entered the elevator. What floor, please? inquired the elevator boy. I opened my mouth. Nothing whatsoever came out. I tried again. Ten, I said, only this time so loudly it scared me. Up we whizzed to the tenth floor. I stepped from the elevator and attempted a nonchalant walk to the office door. I could feel the elevator boy eyeing my back curiously. Once around the corner I was safe from his eyes, but I didn't stop my swagger until I reached the door. There I squared my shoulders once more, put on a brilliant smile, and entered. A serious faced girl in starched white informed me that I could go right in. Flinging my coat down on a chair, I went into the inner office, and greeted the doctor with a superficial smile. I tried to engage him in a conversation as he eased me into the chair, but I failed miserably. Then the nurse fastened a ridiculous looking bib around my neck, and the doctor commenced to pump the chair up. I now felt like a two-year-old in a high-chair. Then the dentist reached for an evil looking instrument and used it to inspect with care every tooth in my mouth. This searching I had to admit didn't bother me at all, and I regained couraqe. But I might have known one can't trust a dentist for long, for the very next moment he struck a place which hurt so it was difficult to remain in the chair without shrieking lustily. That must have been a cavity. said I to myself. For there seemed to be a triumphant gleam in the doctor's eye. like that of a cat which has just discovered a mouse. For the moment he had removed his hand from my mouth, and so I turned my head to glance at him. I caught him making strange signs at his white-clothed assistant, nodding his head and gesturing with his hands. Immediately I was suspicious. I had no doubt but what they were conspiring and that I was the victim. Perhaps something serious was wrong with the tooth, something incurable, and they were going to extract it quickly from behind without consulting me. But no, nothing like that, for the dentist returned with another instrument, equipped with a vicious hook on the end. Again he maltreated my tooth, assuring himself what he had found was a cavity. And now began the fun—from his point of view. All right, he said to the nurse. Whatever that meant, she understood and came forth with the drillpoint for the drill. Meanwhile the doctor fussed around with various tools and instruments gleefully sharpening them on a stone, and scrutinizing each carefully. Then keeping one finger in my mouth, he reached behind me for what turned out to be a great wad of cotton which he stuffed in my mouth along with the finger. The story from now on is a matter of several painful repetitions—of how each time the doctor reached for the drill my muscles tensed, and I braced myself ready to leap from the chair, and the relief I felt when he reached for the water. How I managed to swallow is something I shall never be able to understand. At last after endless hours of drilling, of stuffing in the filling, and of mouth stretching, I sat up with a weak smile and removed bits of silver which rested on my tongue. My only reward was a glass of Lavoris and the knowledge I wouldn’t have to return for several months. To me. visiting the dentist is one of the most unnecessary, unpleasant, useless duties 75 of life and could be so easily erased from the yearly schedule. All it is is a nerve-strain, too much pain, and it is certainly hard on the mouth. Many a small, rose-bud mouth has been transformed into a strange ugly, and odd shape. So I say, why don't we all equip ourselves with false teeth and let it go at that? CAROL ATWOOD. X Honorable Mention. Tatler prose TO THE WORLD They say we shall have another war. And I see men greedy for power And I believe them. They say we shall have another war. And I see an innocent people flooded with eres. And I believe them. They say we shall have another war, And I see the pale, strained faces of a frightened people, I see the tiny feet of children marching in step; I see piles of gas masks reaching to the sky; I see that some sky darkened with roaring planes, And I stand up and scream No! No! No! Have you all gone mad? Is the world insane? Have you forgotten Verdun and Soissans? Have you forgotten the green face of a dying friend? Have you forgotten the smell, the mud. the Have you forgotten that war is Hate? MARY LOUISE BROS. XII Honorable Mention, Tatler poetry contest WINTER NIGHT You remember the night that we wandered, Picking our way through the fresh, silent snow. Roaming slowly mid birches and whisp’ring pines. Both breathlessly hushed at this starlit show? Nature had sprinkled a hood o'er your hair And given to me a white veiled chapeau. The world yonder was lost in its slumber And there, alone, vibrant peace did we meet. The clear, tinkling air was crispy and spicy Filled with a silence, restful and sweet. I gazed on this scene and love filled my heart, For it was truly lovely and wholly complete. MARY ALICE McGOUGH. X 76 THE LUCK OF A PRIVATE All through the drizzling, rainy day the soldiers had been marching, foot-weary and cold, over the Tennessee countryside. Amid the ranks a young boy trudged, his shoeless feet sore and bleeding, his once gray uniform caked with mud. His face showed signs of hardship and homesickness, for indeed the regiment was now within ten miles of his home. Well, sonny, said a burly trooper, you look plumb wore out, but we'll be stopping 'fore long now. The boy smiled up at him. Guess I am pretty tired. It seems like all we do is march, march, march. Halt! Fall out! At this command, all the men fell on the ground to rest a few minutes before beginning to make camp. Campfires glowed as the regiment slept on the damp ground, tentless and without blankets. The young boy turned restlessly near the old trooper, a single thought prying at his mind. Only ten miles from home. Oh, how he longed to see his mother! He hadn't seen her since he had run away eight months ago, long months full of hardship, fighting, marching. He had served well, fighting with the best of them, but now— Mother—he must see her! Probably not another chance. But the captain would never grant him a leave. Men were sorely needed now. Slip away without permission? What if they missed him? A court-martial and then—he dared not think. But Mother—he must risk it, he must! The drizzle had ceased and the stars were peeping through their shadowy covering when a crouched figure slipped unnoticed from the camp. The high, wooded hills and beautiful plantations had a familiar look to the boy as he trudged on through the night. While he walked, many thoughts filled his mind. Was Mother safe? As he passed the Polk place with its gateposts crowned with acorns, the family emblem, he wondered if his own home would look the same as always. Across the road and set far back in a grove of forest trees he caught a glimpse of the white columns of Oaklea. the home of Sally Granberry's family. He wondered if Sally was all right, and for a moment felt a sudden impulse to go to see. but the thought of home drove him on. Only another mile. Up the old familiar walk he ran just as the sun was creeping up over the hills. Into the house, up the winding white staircase and into his mother's room he rushed. Mother! Mother! Joe! Son, is that you? No. it couldn't be. Oh. Joe! After all these months! She clasped him in her arms, tears streaming down her cheeks. Mother. I'm so glad to see you. But, Joe. how do you happen to be here? Is the regiment camped near here? I sneaked off last night. I knew I couldn't get leave. The regiment's camped up near Spring Hill, and when I realized how near home I was. I just had to come. How tired and dirty you look! Come and get cleaned up. Oh. Charity. Charity! Yessum, Miss Maggie, yassum, I'se cornin'. Why. Masta Joe! My goodness! If you ain't a glad sight fo' dese ol eyes of mine. How are you, Aunt Charity? Po'ly, thank de Lawd. Charity, will you give Joe some clean clothes and bring up some warm water and brandy? Yassum. Miss Maggie. I sho' will. Right away. Joe's mother turned to him. Joe. dear, you shouldn’t have risked coming without leave. 77 Mother. I had to come home when I was so near. Oh, Joe, my baby, why didn't you tell us? Why did you run off? I have been so worried. I'm sorry, but I wanted to join and that was the only way. I knew you and father would never let me. Charity bustled in. Come on now. Masta Joe, here's some nice hot water fo' yo‘ feet. Gimme yo' clothes an' I'll wash 'em fo yu. Nebber would I a' dreamt dat Yankee trash coulda' done dis to my white chile. —She went out, mumbling to herself. Joe. you must get back to camp as soon as possible, after you get some sleep. You must not be missed! I'll have Jake get the horses from the south meadow and he can ride with you as far as Columbia. Poor boy! You’ll have to walk the rest of the way so that you can keep out of sight as much as possible. There was no reply. Joe was already asleep. About four o'clock next morning Joe arrived at the campground of the night before. The regiment was gone. But where? The camp fires had burned out and the ashes were cold. Several hundred feet away stood a negro cabin made of chinked logs. He ran over to it and knocked on the door. After a time the door opened. An old negro woman, wrapped hair standing on end and the whites of her eyes rolling in fear, threw up both arms and cried: Whut fur yu come round heah hantin' dis po' ol' nigger? Pleeze go 'way! Go back wiv de oder daid men on de battlefiel’ whar yu b'long! I'm not a ghost. I’m alive. What time did the regiment leave here?” Glory be! Dey done lef’ heah soon dis mawnin'. Which way did they go? Hurry. Dey done go'n up de road to'ds Franklin. The astonished negro stood in the door and watched the boy run across the clearing and out of sight. Well, fo' de Lawd! He sho' do hurry! When Joe reached his regiment at last, a scene of complete wreck and devastation met his eyes. Dead men. both blue and gray, strewed the ground. Horses, noble beasts, lay covered with blood. Beyond, he saw the camp of the remaining Southern regiment. He hastened toward it. Hello there, young fellah! The old trooper came up to Joe from the ranks of the sleeping soldiers. On his weather-beaten face was an expression of mingled surprise, pleasure and sadness. You kinda missed out on somethin’. Where've you been? Hello! I've been home visiting. Anyone miss me? Miss you? Hell no! We've been too busy whippin' them Yankees. While you were home visitin', one of the bloodiest battles of the whole damn war was fought. Five of our generals was killed and a mess of ’em wounded but we've got the Yankees on the run. Did I miss out on all that? A pang of remorse filled Joe, and then suddenly he smiled. Well, I reckon I’m kind of lucky at that. I'd rather be a live deserter than a dead hero. 79 VIRGINIA TAYLOR. IX Honorable Mention, Tatler prose THE GLASS WINDOW It is a little crowded and looks somewhat like a window in an antique store, but it's nice. It lends a great deal of atmosphere to a rather boisterous, mannish room. Not that the room is new and ultra-modern or anything like that, it is an early American pine room and is furnished with care to develop this motif. But somehow the window adds a delicate feminine touch. The window itself is a casement window looking out onto the terrace. Two glass shelves have been carefully spaced between the top and the bottom of the window, and on these shelves are placed very precious pieces of early American pressed and blown glass. On the bottom shelf there are five pieces, each of them different, each of them withholding a story about itself. In the center is a cake plate tall, majestic, superior, dominating. A graceful hand forms the stem of the plate and seemingly holds it up. On the right of the domineering cake plate is a small bowl, in the moon and star pattern. The glass is so clear, the shape so perfect that you are sure it will give forth a clear, deep-toned sound if you should tap it. On the right of the small but perfect bowl is a creamer with an enormous lip. It looks almost sulky and as if it didn't want to be so far from its mate, the sugar, which is on the other side of the cake plate. Leaning against the window pane is a small, sapphire-blue square of glass. It undoubtedly graced the door of a New Enqland house at one time, but now it is intent on being proud of its cheerful, graceful feathery pattern. So much for the first shelf. It is a study in contrasts: tall, small, sweet, haughty, sober and gay. On the next two shelves the names of the pieces are especially interesting. Two little jars with round balls forming their bases are pieces from the cannonball pattern. They were made commemorating the Civil War and have an amazing use. They are toothpick holders. Behind this pair of astounding jars is an odd bread plate. It has handles on it, and on close inspection you see written around the edge. It is pleasant to labor for those we love. This piece is very old and might have been made in the religious or sentimental era of the last century. On the next shelf are several pieces of the pattern known as Strawberry and Currant. At the left is a tall covered compote whose sides are covered with strawberries and currants. At the right is a long, narrow pitcher. There is a bunch of currants on one side and on the other a cluster of strawberries. The piece can be lifted with a charmingly arrogant handle. Another interesting name is that of Rose in Snow. A plate of this pattern leans against the top window pane. There are delicate roses on a stippled background. This is a rather unusual pattern because no part of the plate is left clear. However, the effect is not one of confusion but rather one of simplicity. To complete the effect of sparkling glass, the window is frosted by cold, adding an etherial touch. RUTH LESLIE. XII TO A PINE Tall, towering, magnificent, Washed silver in the moon, Black etched against a sky Blue velvet. Arms stretched towards God. A plea? In worship? Great thing of the forest, Grown from the elements. Dost thou express majesty? God’s majesty? Oh, Pine, tumbling with snow, Straight, reaching. What dost thou say? CAROL ATWOOD. X Honorable Mention, Tatler poetry contest 79 METAMORPHOSIS Barren trees warmed by the sun, Rivulets rushing on their way. Wot. grey snow and brown, dead grass. All this is spring. Brighter, warmer yet the sun. Sticky red-brown buds appoar. Snow is gone: the birds have come. All this is spring. Warm, wet rain cleanses the earth, The brown, dead gross turns groen. The red-brown buds burst wide. All this is spring. The sun shines on: green leaves unfold A crocus springs from the earth No longor brown and drab the world. For—Ail this is spring. PEGGY SMITH. XII Honorable Mention. Tatler poetry contest POME IN STYLE OF HEINE I can't think how to begin it. I don't know how it will end. It's to be like a poem of Heine's. On it I'vo ten minutes to spend. Lot me see—how can I start it? What will the subject be? What wouldn't I give tc be clevor— A lost love?—Oh dear met! He wrote Farewell to Hamburg, Would that help in any way? Farewell to Minneapolis— But I think I’m hore to stay. Ho wrote about the ocean. Bleak and cold and grey, 8ut whon I saw tho ocean 'Twas on a sunny day. He wrote about a pine tree— But. oh well, what's the use? I think I'd better stop now— It seems I've cooked my goose. ANN LOCKRAE. XII Honorable Montion. Tatler poetry contest 80 SPRING 0 Spring. Thou child of winter, Who clems the blustering winds The cold end bitter north winds. To thee I sing. 1 sing elso to enother spring. The gentle mothor of gentler summer. The lovely, budding mothor Of lenguid summer, To thee I sing. Spring—I love thy melting snow, Thy swirling, gushing streems, Bringing to my mind the dreems Of fer off deys— Tho dems I built on those rivers Surging down the hill. The Merch winds, though cold still. The April showers end Mey flowers. I lovo the birds thet come In the first deys of wermth. The robin returning from the South To meko his summer home. This is my spring. The spring thet comes to my lend. This is the spring I love, And the spring to which I sing. ROSEMARY CAMPBELL. XII LITTLE BIRD Oh, how long since I found you. Little bird with the broken wing? The winds wore hov'ring o’er you, Poor little pitiful thing. I took you in where it wes worm And fed you dey ofter dey; I set you free whon you were well: How could I expect you to stey? JEAN THOMSON. XII Honoreble Mention. Tetler poetry contest 81 AUTOBIOGRAPHY I Earliest Recollections Snip. snip. snip, that's how tho scissors clip Down at Dayton's Barber Shop— Those words bogan my career, or what I was convinced would be my career, as they floated over the airlenos of WCCO at seven thirty one chill Thanksgiving morning. I was about six at the time, and after the broadcast I have faint rocollections of running about on the stroet informing overy amazod citizon whom I met that I was a radio announcor and had earned five whole dollars. Although I was as proud as punch. I was furious with tho announcer and quite embarrassed because he had introduced mo. as well as two others, with something like this: There are threo littlo childron here at the mike. So I'll step aside for the first little tyke. Tho first little tyke being I. I could scarcely splutter my poetry because my dignity as a six-year-old had beon hurt— little tykol —indeed! As I think back. I surely have oarlior recollections than those of six years. I do re member a fow incidents, but most of them ore in snatches. I don't romember enough to make a logical story. Tho tale goes that when I wos three I clumsily stumblod ovor tho too of a millinery clerk in a department store and sprained my ankle. I should think that would have impressed me. but no—the only thing I remember is mother's carrying me home piggyback and putting one of Daddy's big socks on my injured limb. That sock, ospeciolly. seems to have made a dent in my memory! Those wore the days when buses were cows to me ( bussy cow. I guess| cobwebs were ladios. and when I used to scream, Ge docken! at the top of my lungs every time I went down a hill. Children do silly things when they are very young—and I was no exception. I was always under the impression that I had seen the Rocky Mountains because I remember seeing an immense pile of boulders which someone had jokingly referred to as rocky mountains. It was then in my life that I experienced first love' in the person of Dickie 0'8rien. next door noighbor. playmate, and pal. I cannot now clearly remember what he looked like, or what we did together, but I do remember one birthday party he gave. I was a shy little soul, in those days, and because I was the only girl at the party, and because I was desperately afraid of all boys except Dickio. I staged a mild tantrum and was sent homo. When I was four years old. wo moved from Chowen Avenue to York Avenue. I confused New York and York Avonue and told ovoryono that we wore going to movo to Now York. We livod with my grandmothor thon. and sho usod to hold mo in her lop and sing songs to me—silly songs about frogs and foxes and ducks. Ono day sho sang a now song, something about mountain sides, and pilgrims, and rings. When I asked hor what it was. she said it was called Amorica and that I would learn to sing it when I went to school. I never could quite understand about the ring from every moun tain's side. for I pictured a finger ring—but somehow it didn't bother me very much! II School Days When I finally started kindergarten, it was the happiest moment of my life for I was no longor, in my own opinion, a baby. I shall never forget my chagrin when my best friend, who was in the first grade, told me everyone was a baby until she reached the first grade. 82 On the first day of kindergarton, all of the little boys and girls were seated around in a circle, and our toacher asked if anyone could recito Old Mother Hubbard. Before she could got in another word. I was shouting, I will! I will ! I was no longer a shy little soul! and I jumped up on my chair and recited. I didn't stop with Mother Hubbard. but continued saying ovory Mother Goose rhyme in my repertoire. As I grow older, Mother began taking mo to the State Fair, and it was there that I fell in love—with a pony. Ho was a darling little brown pony who was trained to gallop around tho ring. His name was Brownie and I insisted on spending all my Fair money for rides on him. I teased my mothor to buy him for me. and although sho would not do that, she did consent to rent him for a month. On the following Monday he was to be brought to the farm where we were to board him. and when that day arrived and no pony came, I was terribly upsot. Tuesday passed—still no pony, and on Wednesday we went to tho owner's house. He said his truck had broken down, and from the looks of it. mother didn't have much hope of its immediate recovery. Jokingly she said it was too bad the pony couldn't ride in the automobile. Wo were fairly bowled over whon tho man repliod that Brownio's favorite pastime was automobile riding. So we put a canvas down on the seat, and Brownie jumpod in! Ho was a littlo long for the car. but we soon remedied that by opening the windows and sticking his head out of one and his tail out of tho other. I shall never forget the amazement on the faces of passersby. They gawked open-mouthod or shoutod, It's a horse! All the way from the middle of town out into the country Brownie rode, placidly blinking, and when we finally arrived, do you think ho would budge? No. No amount of wheedling, scolding, or pleading would make him movo. Finally wo gathered manual labor from nearby farms and by sheer force and determination pulled Brownie out. What wonderful times I had on that pony! It was with greatest sorrow that I gave him up to return to school. To get back to the subject of school, I was in the fourth grade when I had a most amazing toacher. Hor name was Miss Heise. and she was the mannish type and wore extremely tailored clothes and a boyish bob. She continually shocked us children by sitting on her desk. I remember discussing in awed tonos with my frionds what an awful tomboy Miss Hoiso was. In obout the sixth grade I went through the Winnie the Pooh and poetic stage. I had always loved stuffod animals, particularly boars, and Pooh fascinated me. I used to read about him by the hours, and act out his adventures with my own animals. I had all tho A. A. Milne books, and prevailed upon mother to read to mo when I couldn't road for mysolf. In short. I was Pooh crazy! Milne's poetry inspired me to bocomo a poetoss, and for a period of about a year, poetry was my chiof hobby. In closing I quote one of my pootic mastorpiocos about my horos: Winnie the Pooh was a Teddy boar, Piglet was a pig. Eeyoro was a horso, you know, and ho could dance a jig. JOANNE WITMER. X 83 L'ESPRIT DE NOEL L'onnee passeo quand j'etais an France, j a visite une ville dans le midi. La veillee de Nool nous avont assiste a la messe de minuit a la cathedrale. L'interieur de I'eglise etait beau a ravir. L'orguo jouait de vieux cantiques et il y avait beaucoup de cieiges qui brulaient doucement dans la sainte chambre. Nous sommes entrees dans la chambro mais n'avons pas pris nos places. Mon amie m a dit qu'elle avait une surprise pour moi. Elle m'a menee par une porte et le long d un passage. Puis elle a ouvert une petite porte d'une tres petite chapelle. Je n'avais jamais vu rien de pareil a ceci de ma vie. C'etait une chapelle pour los enfantsl Beaucoup d'enfants s'y agenouillaient pour prior. II y avait un choeur d'enfants aussi qui chantaient des airs de Noel. Nous nous sommes assises dans le dernier rang. J'aurai du avouer que je n'ai jamais rien vu de si touchant et impressionnant. Cotta nuit. avant de nous coucher, mon amie m’a raconte I'histoire de cette petite chapelle. Parceque je m'y interessais tant je vous la repeterai. Voila bien dos annoos il y avait uno petite fille tres pauvre. La mere etait morte et elle etait obligee de travailler. EHe frottait fort des plenchers et epluchait des pommes de terre. Cheque veillee de Noel, elle alleit a la cathedrale pom donner a I’enfant Jesus ses sous qu'elle avait economises pendant I'ennee. Un de ces soirs elle allait de bonne heure a I'eglise et il n'y avait que quelques gens la. Elle a place ces sous sur I'eutel et puis est allee a sa place. Elle a commence a pleurer sans bruit. Mais une petite fille riche pres d'elle I'a roemarquee et est allee a cette enfant pauvre. La petite fille riche a vu que I'enfant pleurait parce qu'elle etait heureuse et joyeuse de pouvoir venir a I'eglise pour donner un cadeau a I'eglise. Ceci oteit quelque chose que la pette fille riche ne comprenait pas. Mas plus tard quand elle etait. elle-meme la mere d'une petite fille. elle s'est souvenue de I'enfant d'il y a des annees. Cette femmo done, a fait construire cette chapelle pour los enfants do la ville en I'honneur de cette enfant pauvre. Cette histoire est maintenant devenue une le gende. 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The Star's editing technique provides background material and informative maps and illustrations right along with the day's news, so readers can understand what's happening. Dr. George Gallup of Princeton, N. J., president of The American Institute of Public Opinion and the nation's leading newspaper research expert, says that The Minneapolis Star, by the way it handles and presents its news and features, is a decade ahead of almost every other American paper. THE MINNEAPOLIS STAR The Northwest's Largest Daily 99 Compliments of A FRIEND WAYZATA STATE BANK WAYZATA. MINN. OLAF and EARL OLSON Agents The Pure Oil Company Compliments of WAYZATA. MINN. A FRIEND THRALL WEST COMPANY I 10 Northwestern Bank Bldg. MINNEAPOLIS Compliments of THE FROST PAINT AND OIL CORP. too MISS MATTES SHOP SMART HAIR STYLING CHIC BEACH COMFORT PEDICURES and ZIP TREATMENTS Main 4680 Beach 93 814 LaSalle Ave. Lafayette Club Compliments of MAZEY FLORISTS, Inc. 1015 Nicollet Avenue Minneapolis, Minn. Atlantic 0481 earl d. McKenzie has written dependable insurance for over twenty-five years. Fifth Floor— 1st National-Soo Line Bldg. WEBB'S, INC. GROCERY AND BAKERY Kenwood 0992 1940 Hennepin Ave. RING'S MARKET Edward J. Ring. Proprietor Specializing in Quality Meats, Fish and Poultry Kenwood 2691 2406 Hennepin Ave. Minneapolis MARGARET ROSE Designers 1839 Nicollet Ave. Minneapolis, Minn. Margaret Lahiff Atlantic 8920 Compliments of Minnetonka Florist Shop Wayzata 174 W PACKARD LIVERY CARS Harry W. Smith 2100 Lyndale Ave. So. Ke. 7800 101 A Compliments PLANNING A PARTY? You'll want Ice cream, of of course — possibly a meringue decorated to match your color scheme, or individual molds to suit the occasion. A FRIEND See any Northland dealer, or call the catering department. Your party will be a success . . . the cost is surprisingly low. Regent 7211 NORTHLAND Ice Cream College-Bound Shoes Compliments must pass the test of for style and correctness A FRIEND Hapi r NINE 0 NINE NICOLLET 102 Compliments HALL NORLANDER Complete Food Store 1009 W. Franklin Ave. Ken 4561 -4562 of WITH PRICES LOW EVERY DAY STARKE PATTESON Fancy Meats, Fresh Fruits, Vegetables, Staple and Fancy Groceries Charge Accounts Solicited Compliments of Compliments Sutherland Carlson Co. 450 Baker Bldg. of REAL ESTATE APPRAISALS MORTGAGE LOANS INSURANCE A FRIEND PLAN TO EAT AT Compliments HOYT'S CAFE of 50th St. and France Ave. WA. 1991 A FRIEND Compliments Compliments of of A FRIEND THE WAYZATA THEATER 103 Compliments of THE MILLER CAFETERIA 104 OHIO PICTURE FRAME CO. Compliments 519 Second Ave. So. of MINNEAPOLIS. MINN. A FRIEND HELEN McELROY Northrop Uniforms—well fitted end of Superior workmanship, also garments of every description for children, girls and women. PRICES REASONABLE Colfax 8202 1459 West 34th St. LIES SHAVER HARDWARE HEATING PLUMBING Telephone Wayzata No. 4 Wayzata Minnesota VELIE MOTOR COMPANY Oldsmobile When choosing GIFTS for Sixes Eights Dad, Brother or the 1314 W. Lake Street Boy Friend Shop first at MALMSTEDT'S 1 1 1 So. Seventh St. 105 Kenwood Grocery Meats CHARLES GERDES MASTER GROCER JAMES H. McGUFFIE, Prop. If it comes from Gerdes, it must be good! 2115 W. 21st St. Ke. 0020 241 1 Hennepin Ave. Ke. 3022 Yes! We specialize in smart wearables Compliments of for the junior miss. See the new cottons $7.95 and up. SCHROEDER MILK CO. JACKSON-GRAVES Colfax 1080 Excelsior I23W Patricia Gould Chocolates Compliments of 50c to $1 a pound The J. Frank Gould Son Dependable Druggists Deephaven Service Station VEEDOL AND TYDOL GAS Bryant at 50th Colfax 3144-3145 Levi Dirks, Prop. Excelsior 323 Compliments of WE DELIVER DICKEY and MILBERT Phillips 66 Products Wayzata 140 McWilliams pharmacy GOOD DRUGS GOOD SERVICE Fuel and Fuel Oil Firestone Tires Willard Batteries Corner 46th and Bryant Ave. So. Phone Colfax 0947 Minneapolis, Minn. 106 LINDEN HILLS GROCERY Compliments LOUIS H. HANSEN, Prop. of 2733 W. 43rd St. Wa. 0230 A FRIEND Minneapolis Costume Company Minnesota Theatre Bldg. S0' 2 So. Ninth St. Theatrical and Fancy Dress Costumes—Wigs—Supplies E. P. HILBERT. Manager Phono. Atlantic 0082 A j rwu ei A 5-3 niNNEAPOLi: A “Well able ... and eager to serve you. ” 127 South Seventh Street 1 54 Baker Arcade At. 1387 PHOTOGRAPHS by Garrett PRINTING by Harrison Smith Co. ENGRAVINGS by Bureau of Engraving, Inc. 107