Northrop Collegiate School - Tatler Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

Text from Pages 1 - 128 of the 1940 volume:

miNNe pous PUBLIC LI ettAttY WUe v in3. n a. No.i__US!------- I ‘Wo THIS BOOK 16 A GIFT to TKe MIfN EAPOLIS PUBLIC LIBRARY From p.T ROOM $?ublt0[|pb by Nortl|rop Collegia!? rlyool MINNEAPOLIS COLLECTION N tfC ■ Mf LJ 7 S! , yn « ? o j.Wo $Cn C 4 c 313, 7 ft £7 Jl ¥ 3 ’ We affectionately dedicate this TATLER to Miss Flora Brewer recognition of her friendship and constant devotion to Northrop School. Jf acuity Ethel Maude Spurr Elizabeth Sadley Flora E. Brewer Christine Kinnaird Mary F. Hale Josephine Garst Irene Merrill Ethel Pease Madelaine Scott Catherine Cram Blanche Barnhart Virginia Burns Ruth Heintz Therese Kaltcnbacher Marguerite Williams Isabella A. Marzolf Carol Brown Maude C. Thompson 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 Speech and Dramatics English and Home Economics Geography and Science French German-French Fifth Grade Fourth Grade Third Grade Second Grade Librarian .....................Music Piano .....................Piano .........................Art Physical Education Physical Education Executive Staff JEruStees Arthur M. Hartwell. President Albert H. Crosby. Vice-President Clarence E. Hill. Treasurer Leonard G. Carpenter Mrs. Folwell W. Coan James E. Dorsey Mrs. Glenn H. Wyer 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 ©fficers Parent-tEeacljers Association Mrs. Glenn H. Wyer Mrs. Frank N. Edmonds Mrs. Emory J. Price Mrs. James E. Dorsey Mrs. George R. Dunn Mrs. Charles L. Grandin, Jr. President First Vice-President Second Vice-President Treasurer Recording Secretary Corresponding Secretary -2- ' lienee in tfjp Itarning? atf) tfjp toil ©’er bools con umtb tfje mibnigfjt oil?’ Hot Pelcfjer Tooky, our class president, is the only senior who can claim the honor of spending twelve years at Northrop. She is one of the most versatile members of the class. As well as being an ardent participant in the Dance and Dramatic clubs. Tooky has her violin. Heifetz.” and at the slightest provocation will also play her two selections on the piano. She is our record nail polish consumer. having used one bottle in three days. As yet Tooky's college is undetermined, but her personality and talents will assure her success wherever she goes. - 3 - Barbara Pis ell Whenever the very walls of the senior room are quivering and quaking with laughter, you can be sure that Bisl is the cause. The wit or witlessness of our most versatile humorist and impersonator is often the only remedy to buoy our lagging spirits during the long school day. As the co-editor of the TATLER, Barb has assumed the responsibility which she carries so well. She has been a hardy perennial on the hockey and basketball teams. She will long be remembered by the Dramatic Club for her presence of mind in an embarrassing crisis and for her vivid characterizations. Her incomparable “Mammy” brought swing to the Northrop Glee Club this year in her unforgettable rendition of “What's the Matter With the Moon Tonight? After her sojourn at Wellesley, we prophesy she'll rival Lynn Fontanne. Broadway, here she comes!! - 4 - Houtsfe Jkunsfoale ’Though new to Northrop this year. “Weczie has proved to be a very pleasant and jolly senior. Her happy smile and blonde hair have greeted us 'most every morning when we have come to school. Without her there would have been many more forgotten lines in the operetta, for Weezie was the very able prompter who gave cues when memories failed. All in all Louise has been a great addition to our class, and we are glad that she decided to spend her senior year here with us at N.C.S. -5- Calep Two hearts—and Ruth is off to another one of her famous opening bids. A groan goes around the senior room, for everyone knows perfectly well that she has only a bare trick and a half in her hand. Second only to her skill in bridge is her ability to improvise startling answers in chemistry. Any year after graduation we expect to hear that Small-Town has won the Nobel Prize for chemistry. There has been a rumor that Caley once walked to school but was exhausted for days afterwards: however. we feel sure that with spinach. Ovaltine. and plenty of Wheaties, Ruth will have the stamina necessary to walk down the aisle at Commencement. -6- Camp Amy's skill in ad libbing when she hasn't done her assignments is probably due to the incredible amount of reading that she has done. No less an achievement is Amy's dancing ability which has merited her position as president of the Dance Club. Although she is the baby of the class. Amy holds the unchallenged record for the most gardenias, having received one dozen, from the same person, on more than one occasion. As someone once said. Love Wisely and Wellesley,” and for this reason if for no other we expect Amy to make her mark at Wellesley next year. - 7- ltce Cfjtlton If any of us had envious natures. Chilton s annually acquired Florida tan would be the bane of our existence. Although we cramp Chilton’s style by confining her to saddle shoes for most of the school year, we hear that her shoe wardrobe is quite unequalled. Famous also are her nightly jam sessions and mandarin fingernails. If her art history drawings are any indication of her talent, we are certain that before long we shall all be wearing Alice Chilton's Exclusive Models. If. when she leaves for Erskine next fall. Chilton has trouble getting her numerous coats in her trunk, we advise that she do as the man in the cartoon, cut off the offending members which overhang. - 8 - Clt abetf) Cocfjran How’s about a nice snappy little game of bridge?” and in bursts Cocky with her perpetual greeting at the ringing of the recess bell. Her subtle humor and literary talents are an indispensable asset to the English class, and upon her rightfully rested the responsibility for the TATLER Prose and Poetry Contest. Many a day Cocky has had to stay home either to bathe Ronald Colman. her dog. or to pin three-cornered pants on nephew David. We less talented ones envy her skill in making clothes that look like clothes, and her letters from France. England, and particularly Buffalo. We leave to Connecticut the privilege of further developing her dramatic ability. -9- Jfrances Cole “Send your tired toddling tots to Cole's Camp for kiddies is the much-talked-about slogan for the children s camp which Fanny belle has every summer. She has spent a good deal of her time this year ad-hunting and upholding the other half of the business end of the TATLER. She is active in every field of athletics. being an accomplished Sonja Henie. Alice Marble, and Eleanor Holm. Noted for being the only member of the class to have three sisters and a brother, and for having the best figure, she really is outstanding. We know that she will have a wonderful time at Principia next year, and we hope that she won't come back saying. “How y’ all?” - 10- i ancp 0race Each day Nancy’s happy smile and cheery “good-morning” lend a bright touch to the otherwise sleepy atmosphere of the senior room. Every year How’s Nance today?” becomes a byword, for she has successively weathered such dire things as appendicitis and pneumonia. This year she has been secretary-treasurer of the class, and she has pulled the TATLER out of many a tight squeeze as far as art work is concerned. We know that we need not worry about Nancy in future years, for she can always fall back upon her love for children and become a kindergarten teacher. - 11 - Pettp Juggins “Hey! Have you seen my comb? I dropped it around here somewhere!'’ cries Higgins, and immediately jumps up and starts the search for her beloved comb. She’s been whipping around the senior room all year either making last minute plans for our school dance (being the Entertainment Chairman) or hopefully inquiring about ads. subscriptions, and the like (being also Co-Business Manager of the TATLER). At one time Betty was considering hibernating at school next year hidden among the wilds of the White Mountains in New Hampshire, but she decided against it when Caley informed her that the mail was delivered only once every two weeks. - 12- jltarp=3(t)e£ J tirb Mary-Ives joined our ranks this year, and as a result of untiring work achieved the privilege of studying in the senior room. One day while in a lighter mood, she became the envy of all the seniors when with greatest skill she performed the intricate steps of the Charleston to the swing-music of Benny Goodman. During the winter sports periods a familiar sight was Mary-Ives zealously zipping around the skating rink while most of the other seniors were still in the school putting on their skates. The mystery of the unknown bracelet will probably never cease to baffle us. - 13 - €lt?abeti) Seating What with fulfilling her duties as Vice-President of the League, keeping her position as top-ranking student in the senior class, as well as carrying on a steady correspondence with Georgetown, Bizzy” has been pretty busy all year. It’s not unusual to see little Bizzy purring out to Rolling Green hidden behind the wheel of her over-sized Packard. Her prowess in athletics astounds us all. for she excels in tennis and has helped us out of many a tight squeeze in our hockey and basketball games. We are sure that Biz will be appreciated as much at Radcliffe as she h3S been here with us. - 14- jilartfja Harfem We aren't suspicious, but every time her mother goes out of town. Larkin can be found in the hospital taking a rest from the rigors of school with a conveniently torn cartilage or appendicitis. If it were not for her talent in drawing, which was an invaluable asset to the designing of Dance Club costumes, the months in which Larkin was not able to participate in active sports would have been tedious, for she is not only the star figure skater of the class, but also our most accomplished equestrienne. This year Larkin has shown her executive ability not only as chairman of the horseshow. but as president of the Glee Club. We certainly hope that Martha will have fewer accidents next year at Skidmore. - 15 - jimllp Hn “Sally Lee. you can't take ‘Junior’ home again tonight!” everyone groans as Lee swaggers towards the car with her beloved cello under her arm. “I’ve gotta, you guys. I have orchestra practice tonight. she pleads back as she piles in. Besides being a musician. Sally further carries on the Lee tradition by being the first to arrive at the lunch table and the last to leave. During her Northrop career in athletics she has been guard on the basketball team: every day in the fall she faithfully donned ski-boots and shin-guards to preside over the goal posts on the hockey field: and many a wintry day she has been seen diligently attempting three turns on tube skates. - 16 - Janet jHcd uecn Time: 8:25. Place: Senior room. Action: After whipping down the back hill in her flashy yellow Pontiac. Mac can be seen rushing for the senior room in one of her successful attempts to make the door before the tardy bell, but this is only the beginning of her hectic day at N.C.S. Perhaps McQueen's dislike for one of our more staple foods (tomatoes) accounts for her disappearance during lunch periods. It's hard to tell exactly where Mac's mail (or male) will come from, but it's sure to come from somewhere or other. Whichever part of the country she settles (?) in we know that she will be as much fun there as she has been here. - 17 - jflariljmn J eteon “Who would like to go over to the settlement house on Saturday?'' queries Marilynn. pleadingly, as she capably executes her position as Chairman of the Welfare Committee. If a knock is heard on the senior room door, it might well be followed by a meek voice saying. Marilynn. I've knitted ten inches straight, now what do I do? because Marilynn was chief supervisor and instructor over the French refugee sweaters this winter. Being Dun-kie's right-hand man. Marilynn is responsible for the peasant designs which will forever adorn the furniture that the seniors have painted for the skating room. We all hope that her new country home will be finished before the completion of our senior year. - 18 - Jean $rice To describe fully the numerous activities of this energetic dynamo would cover more than this page, for Jean has had her finger in practically every extra-curricular activity in the school. A long-standing member of the Dramatic and Glee Clubs. Jean acted as president of the former organization this year, and will long be remembered for her performances in each club's presentations. Not only has she been an active participant in dramatics and music, but she also has been a reliable member of both our hockey and basketball teams. Although she won't be far away at Carleton. when she leaves. Northrop will lose one of its most staunch supporters. - 19 - %)tkn ftapnolbs Besides impressing us with her capable performance as President of the League this year. Helen has amazed us all with her spontaneous and unexpected explanations in chemistry and her unusually fine backhand in tennis. She is one of our more avid bridge fans (or fiends), and to the incoming class we leave her persistent luck in dealing herself grand slam hands. Helen's sidesplitting humor never takes a vacation, so during most of the day seniors can be seen quietly collapsing after one of Helen's choice jokes or puns. A grand girl—and we mean grand! . -20- glnbrea IBonnep cott A constant reminder of the good times we have had at Bon-ney's house is the sign on Miss Spurr's garage, We re at Bon-ney's. More evidence of her hospitality and generosity is her willingness to play chauffeur to the senior class. As co-editor of the TATLER this year, she has been in a dither a good part of the time trying to get this h'yar book out. Bonney is a lover of animals for during the year she has had two ducks, a very black cocker, and a pet lambie running around the house all the time. We hope that she will not find Wellesley too far from her beloved Montana. - 21 - Joan The senior class has often wondered whether living near Minnehaha creek has had anything to do with Smithy’s many infectious “ha, ha’s. This tall blonde has a very spontaneous giggling laugh on which she holds a copyright. Without the slightest provocation. Smith's dimpled cheeks will turn a brilliant red. During Joan’s four years at N.C.S. she has been very active in all sports. This year she has been a capable and efficient chairman of athletics, and also has contributed much to the welfare of the senior class. This year’s TATLER would be without pictures if it were not for Smithy's perseverance as snapshot chairman. - 22- (Eleanor tebenson To the plumper members of the class. Tiny’s slim silhouette is a constant source of envy. This wispiness, perhaps, is due to her daily walks up the back hill both to and from school no matter what the weather. She is a veteran of many dramatic club plays and can always be relied upon to produce many startling lighting effects. It is never safe to ‘‘cat’' about anyone in Tiny’s presence as the odds are that the subject will be one of her numerous relatives. Tiny? Oh. no! Neither in stature nor personality. -23- IBarbara QTet laff Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes. She shall have music wherever she goes. And this goes double for Barbara, because she was active in the plays this year, and never to be forgotten was her performance as Manon in the operetta. The Mocking Bird. She is one of the smaller members of our class, but in spite of her shortness she has one of the best figures and did have the prettiest hair (before that permanent). In the one brief year that she has been with us. she has added much to the achievements of the class. - 24- j ancp feeler “Where’s Nancy Wheeler? I haven't done my French!” is the familiar cry audible in the senior room, because Nancy has spent several of her summers in France and is our most accomplished student of “Le Francais.” Her locker is an ever-present example of neatness to the seniors, as is Nancy. Her good nature is exemplified by her ability to keep her temper through all the trials and tribulations of the senior room. If she keeps on studying as hard as she has this year, she will graduate from Raddiffe with an admirable record. - 25 - $eggp Hinton Peg is without a doubt the ‘glamour girl” of the class. How we envy those big brown eyes and her eccentric coiffure. Of late we have been wondering from what unknown source her recent scholastic ability has sprung. Upon entering the door of the senior room the first things noticed (beside the bridge maniacs spread all over the floor) are the startling posters from all sorts of foreign ports which decorate the walls. These are just another of Peg's contributions this year. We understand that she is allergic to cliffs so maybe that is why she is going West to school. Her recent trip to the U..” however, may show that she is planning to go there next year. Who knows? - 26 - Jftlarj) €Uen IDper Whenever you see the slim hull of the Easy Goin' ” bearing down on you in Decphaven Bay. the figure at the tiller is certain to be our future Lipton Cup Winner. T he most nautical-minded of the class of '40. Mary Ellen amazes us not only with her skill at the sheet. but with her 99 44 100% pure complexion; perhaps this is due to all the exercise she gets when clearing off the senior table after the departure of the missing bridge-hounds. She is a charter member of the Meet-You-Thursday-Afternoon-For-Chemistry-CIub. our most flourishing organization. Although she is still undecided about her college, we can be sure that it will not be too far from ELO. - 27 - Cl)t Senior Census; (Taken on April 15. 1940) Favorite Mayo me Esquire I): Mademoiselle 7: Vogue 2: Life. Musical America. Northrop Special 1. Favorite Actor Laurence Olivier 8: Clark Gable. Ronald Colman 4: Leslie Howard 3: Orson Wells. F:rancis l.edcrer 2: David Niven. Errol Flynn I. Favorite Actress Helen Hayes 9: Bette Davis 6: Margaret Sullivan 4: Katharine Cornell 3; Hedy LaMarr. Jean Arthur. Cleo (the fish) 1. Favorite Local Establishment Burch's II: The Buckhorn 9: Bonncy's 3: The Senior Room. The Bus Station 1. Favorite Sport to Play Tennis 8; Bowling. Horseback Riding 4: Basketball 3: Baseball. Golf 2: Aquaplaning. Skiing 1. Favorite Sport to Watch Football 18; Hockey 4: Tennis 2: Skating 1. Favorite Pastime Bridge 15: Bowling 4: Playing 2: Knitting. Dancing. Sleeping. Learning the Hawaiian War Chant 1. Favorite College Yale 8: Harvard 5: Princeton 4: Dartmouth. Williams 2: Lehigh. Northwestern, U. of M.. Dunwoody 1. Favorite Orchestra Glenn Miller 15: Benny Goodman 6: Minneapolis Symphony Orchestra 3: Kadoodlers 1. Favorite Singer Ella Fitzgerald 13: Bing Crosby 5: Kirsten Flagstad 3: Maxine Sullivan. The Andrews Sisters I. Favorite Book Forsyte Saga 9: Winnie the Pooh 6: Wuthering Heights 3: Way of a Transgressor. Gone With the Wind 2: Escape. Arctic Adventure. Jungle Books 1. Favorite Author A. A. Milne 7: Galsworthy 6: Hardy. Winchell 3: Kipling. Chic Young (Blondie) 2: Emily Bronte. Confucius 1. Favorite Movie Gone With the Wind 13: Rebecca 4: Wuthering Heights. The Light That Failed 2: Night Must Fall. Lost Horizon. Under Two Flags. Donald Duck 1. Favorite Type of Boy Humorous 7: Sensible 6: Not too sensible. Crazy 4: Brainy 2: Superman. Tall, dark and handsome 1. Favorite Topic of Conversation Men 15: Myself 3: Absent people. Life in general 2: Weather. Everything. Elk River 1. Favorite Popular Song Hawaiian War Chant 7: Tuxedo Junction 4: Nigh’ and Day. With the Wind and the Rain in Your Hair 3: Starlit Hour. Balalaika 2: Imagination. Melancholy Baby. The Man I Love. My Heart Belongs to Daddy 1. Favorite Radio Program Information Please 8: Ford Sunday Evening Hour 5: One Man’s Family. Hit Parade 3: Charlie McCarthy 2: Bing Crosby. Bob Hope. Jack Benny. Lone Ranger 1. Favorite Automobile Buick 9: Ford 6: Packard. Plymouth. Lincoln Zephyr. Chrysler Highlander 2: Anything that goes. Anybody clsc's 1. Best School Year SENIOR 23: Kindergarten 2. Would You Marry For Money Yes 9: No 6: Who wouldn't? Why not? 3: Depends 2: How much? It would help I. - 28 - Left: These seniors! Right: You tell 'em, Helen. Right: Hello, Weesie. Right: That toothpaste smile. Left: Just outdoor girls at heart. Center: Stop arguing, Higgins. Right: Boomps-a-daisy! Left: Calm yourself. Smalltown. Right: Cheer up. girls. - 29 - Bridge fiends. Left: The seniors have traveled, you know. Right: The usual occupation. Left: Study in contrasts. Right: Is Tooky really studying? Left: Happy little seniors, put. put. put. Right: In English class. Left: A brief siesta. Center: Guess who. Right: “Well, that ain't the way I heard it. - 30 - Left: What’cha doin’, Tiny? Center: About that ad. Right: Why so solemn? “fl little toocfe, a little plap” Class of 1941 First roiv: Ellen Rider. Virginia Vandever. Mary Alice McGough. Frances Dinsmoor. Second roiv: Dorothy Chilton. Anne Richards. Elizabeth Stevenson. Helen Harper. Sally Gerwe. Mary Jeanne Clark. Eva Rutherford. Mary Webster. Ann Hersey, Joanne Witmer. Marjorie Seybold. Third roiv: Betty Ann Massie. Ann Stevenson. Nancy Bronson. Julie Ann Burnet. Mary Elizabeth Brenton. - 31 - President Secretary-Treasurer Dorothy Chilton Mary Alice McGough Name Nickname Hideout Favorite Saying Chilton. Dorothy Dot tie “U I'm not kidding, either McGough.Mary Alice Gue On the telephone Horrors! Webster. Mary Webbie Art Room Al-l-l-right Herscy, Ann Hearse Izzy’s How Ghastly! Relf, Anne Relf St. Paul (censored) Bronson. Nancy Brons Baker's Bless you! Vandcvcr. Virginia Ginger Try and find it! How vile! Rutherford. Eva Rut Hanging out the window How embarrassing! Rider. Ellen El Movies Well—no Clark. Mary Clarkic Harold's Oh lum! Stevenson. Elizabeth Liz Record Shop What to do! Brenton, Mary Ziba X marks the spot Witmer. Joanne Wit Bronson's Club Oh. don't be silly! Seybold, Marjorie Margie Panel’s Every day the same thing Dinsmoor. Frances Dinty Young People's Well, you see. it’s this way Harper. Helen Harper Miss Sadley’s room Well, frankly— Gerwc. Sally Sal Black Buick Then he sez— Burnet, Julie Burnet That dark place Pardon my French! Stevenson. Ann Ann Burch’s Oh. Li Richards. Anne Panel Lafayette Club Oh. gorsh! -32- Ambition To cat rice To be thin To be a painter To have her own house To forget about hockey World's greatest architect To find a Rhett To find out To be a career girl To be a glamour girl Blues singer To bring back Old Russia Advice to lovelorn column To be Jane. Jr. To sing. oh. to sing! To cut her hair To be a buyer College grad To act To get out of school 10 Years From Now “IT Still reducing Mixing paints Just like her mother With Johnny (finally) Mrs. B. Reno Just finding out President of the Woman’s Club Still trying to make the grade You guess Petrograd Horse breeder Junior Singing, no doubt— Model housewife Still on her tire To be a good Democrat Broadway, here I come! E. Arden’s success school - 33 - t Class of 1942 First row: Sue Timberlake, Virginia Fisher. Ann Edmonds. Patty Hill. Nancy Doelz. Isabel Ringer. Second row: Charlotte Dinsmoor. Susan West. Prudence Sutherland. Patricia Walling. Ann Sheldon. Elizabeth Woodworth. Mary Janet Morse. Henrietta Hill. Scharlie Ann Youngquist. Third rou;: Patty Curtin. Elizabeth Harper. Mary Louise Clark. Rachel Dorsey. Virginia Dwinnell. Lenore Benson. Katherine Henry. Sally Stevens. Mary Alice Eggleston. Jane Lee Jackson. Julia Cole. Anne Leslie. Absent: Virginia Taylor. Mary Sutherland. - 34- President Secretary-Treasurer Prudence Sutherland Patricia Walling i. Home On TKe Ron c 1. Roll JordUN Roll 5 3. Ffy Honey's Lovm' Gms • H Con cs loxe 5 Qm X Prou i! G Sublease basic. 1 Dodjing TKe Dean y I Pockd uU Dreads 1 Vagabond Dreamt •o. SVu le 0 To Quftolo % M. My Resistance 1 Low UL WKtn bay Is bon 1 is. Could be It More TWn v|ou Know Zt I Change Partners 10. Uttc Red V it wc a LrtlW WKistte. il ott’d P burynsed W bpcaVing H«avtn 10 X Got No Springs 11 Ragtime Cowboy joe 211 Vi aril To fee Happy 15. IVs a Wonder World It SastterVrain l£. RumW Wild 1G My Heart Relong o )oddy JJ 21 Little thrown jug IB Confucius ay 1 I IHH WKom- IS 17 1.U - 35 - Class of 1943 Standing: Marion .Colman. Victoria Simmons. Lucia Tearse, Marilyn Ashley. Geraldine Gridlcy. Janet Miller. Madeleine Jaffray. Katherine Win-ton. Marilyn Eastman. Betty Peterson. Rita Ann Rotering. Mary Lyman. Grace Mariette. Seated: Sheila Devancy, Dorothy Dunn. Joan Barker. Morley Cowles. Doris McQueen. Mary Hill. Barbara Grandin. Geraldine Bros. - 36- President Secretary- Treasurer Dorothy Dunn Morley Cowles jfrestjmrn features Our Leading Citizen” “Mad About Music” Babes in Arms” Intermezzo” “Irish Luck” Too Busy to Work” Shooting High” Pack Up Your Troubles Everything’s on Ice” Wizard of Oz” -37- “Naughty But Nice “My Little Chickadee” Bittersweet” Only Angels Have Wings “What a Life! One in a Million” “First Love Blondie “Buck Benny Rides Again” Congo Maisie Lady of the Tropics” (Prabe £igt)t Front row Seated: Standing: Absent: President...........................Janette Johnston Secretary-! reasurer - - - - Ann Wurtcle : Joan Clark. Kendall Ankeny, Susan Rand. Joey Merwin. Harriet Jaffray. Ann Wurtcle, Helen Bennett. Dorothy Barnes. Patsy Clifford. Donelh Ann Green. Janette Johnston. Lucia Heffelfingcr. Carol Hawkins. Sally Cowles. Jean Stevenson. Gretchen Knoblauch. Janet Hartwell. Carolyn Brenton. Pauletta Callahan. Sally Atwood. Ann Colman. Katherine Ncilson. Sally O'Brien. -38- £rabe eben First row: Martha Struthers. Mary Wurtele. Marjorie Mills. Second rotr: Patricia Coan. Jane Brenton. Terrell Hawley. Lucille Camp. Sally Wheeler. Third roiv: Patsy Mees. Betty Kennedy. Elizabeth Lyman, Judy Winton. Jean Guthrie. Kathleen Smith. Patty Kennedy. Amy Belle Johnson. Jean Dunn. Absent: Joan Donaldson. Marjorie McCarthy. Jane Thomas. - 39- President Secret ary-Treasurer Jean Dunn Jane Thomas -40- Eh O F:ront row: Janette Johnston. I-ois Belcher. Elizabeth Keating. Second row: Mary Alice MeGough. Morley Cowles. Dorothy Dunn. Ann Sheldon. Third row: Jean Dunn. Prudence Sutherland. Patricia Walling. Standing: Helen Harper. Nancy Grace. Dorothy Chilton. At desk: Joanne Witmer. Helen Raynolds. Jlortfjrop league The League Council is made up of the League officers and the presidents and secretary-treasurers of classes nine through twelve together with the presidents of classes seven and eight. This year the Council suggested that members of Grades VII and VIII be awarded a special class insignia after they had won a certain number of athletic points. This idea was approved by the seventh and eighth grades, and members of the classes designed the insignia. The vice-president of the League has been in charge of the study hall committee. and throughout the year we have had a quiet and smoothly-running study hall. The Council appointed a traffic committee this year to regulate passing between classes and to prevent running in the halls. A locker committee was formed through the athletic committee in cooperation with the Council. Its purpose has been to prevent gym clothes from being lost by seeing that all lockers are kept locked. As in previous years, the Council arranged for speakers for the Lenten chapel sendees. We feel that the splendid coordination of League functions is due to the wise guidance of Miss Pease and to the Leadership of the League president. President........................................Helen Raynolds Vice-President - - - Elizabeth Keating Secretary - - Joanne Witmer Treasurer ------ Helen Harper Assistant Treasurer - - - - Ann Sheldon - 41 - Cfje Calendar September 12 Miss Spurr entertains the seniors at tea. September 14 Back to the shiny blue serge again. September 18 The Elementary School begins. September 25 Miss Sinclaire dons a gas mask and gives us a talk on Europe preparing for the war. September 29 1 he Old Girls' Party for the New, and we help Minneapolis celebrate its Centennial. October 6 Northrop goes across the street to take part in the Horseshow. October 8 We see beautiful colored movies on Mexico. October 16 The seniors turn Swedish and help at the P. T. A. Dinner. October 16 20 Book Week. October 24 The Dramatic Club gives three one-act plays. October 27 Miss Wallace inspires us to knit sweaters for the French refugees. December 14 The kitchen gives us a real Swedish Smorgasbord. December 18 The Christmas Program, a play. Sounding Brass. December 19 Miss Hale and Miss Heintz collaborate on a French Chapel, and we dismiss at noon for the Christmas holidays. January 4 Back to school, and we start cramming for exams. January 11 We see films on Bryn Mawr. January 12 We pile into the buses and invade Summit School. January 22-25 Exams!!!??? January 26 A much-needed vacation after the rigors of exams. January 29 The president of Rockford College. Dr. Mary Ashbey. talks to us. January 30 Mr. Pearce tells us about past and present Hamlets and particularly Maurice Evans. February 1 We struggle through the Time Test. February 2 We come to the Northrop Dance. - 42- Cljr Calendar February 12 We celebrate Lincoln's Birthday by taking a vacation. February 14 The Seventh and Eighth grades have a Valentine Party. February 15 The Seniors give a silver tea for the Welfare Fund. February 15 Mr. Bryan, of Blake, gives us a Lenten talk. February 20 We sec movies on France. February 27 The Third Grade gives a Red Cross Tea. February 28 Mr. Yinger gives an inspiring Lenten speech. February 29 Ice Carnival. March 5 We see a preview of the Mocking bird. March 9 Northrop and Blake Glee Clubs present the Mocking Bird. March 14 Mr. Marston gives a Lenten talk. March 20 Hospitality Day—we have fun entertaining. March 21 April 2 A much-needed Spring Vacation. April 4 The Seniors beat the Juniors in the basketball tournament. April 12 The mothers come to lunch with their daughters. April 15 The dean of Wells College speaks to us. April 26 We turn out for the annual Dance Program. April 30 The Alumnae give a benefit bridge in the chapel. May 2 Miss Hcintz students give a French Chapel. May 4 The Brownies and the Welfare Committee entertain the Northeast Neighborhood House children. May 15 Annual P. T. A. dinner. May 31 The Junior-Senior Prom. June 3 League Day. and the seniors plant the ivy. June 4 Dr. Cowling of Carleton gives the Commencement address. June 15-22 College Board Exams. -43- Welfare The Welfare Committee has taken pleasure this year in maintaining scholarships for two Edison High School girls. At Thanksgiving the support the whole school gave in bringing food was most gratifying, and we were able to send baskets to the Children's Protective Society, the Northeast Neighborhood House, and the Family Welfare. At Christmas time the eighth grade collected many toys, and again we were able to send Christmas gift baskets to children through the Northeast Neighborhood House and the Children's Protective Society. We were very happy to be able to send clothing to the Frontier Nursing Service, and we also appreciated very much the splendid response made by so many girls in making sweaters for French refugee children. On May fourth, fifty children from the Northeast Neighborhood House were entertained by the Welfare Committee and the Northrop Brownies at a very gala party. Miss Hale’s help as adviser to the Welfare group this year is greatly appreciated. Committee Marilynn Nelson. Chairman Ruth Caley Nancy Bronson Ellen Rider Elizabeth Woodworth Jane Lee Jackson Grace Mariette - 44 - Entertainment We have had many pleasant surprises this year in the way of entertainment. To start with, there was the Old Girl's Party for the New. and this, as always, was a great success. To celebrate the Minneapolis Centennial, we all donned our grandmothers' crinolines and spent a gay evening. Each class gave a short skit, and Miss Duncan was called upon for encores in the faculty skit. On February second the League gave the annual Northrop Dance. Everyone had a wonderful time and agreed that it was one of the very best Northrop Dances ever given. The Eighth Grade gave their annual Valentine Party February fourteenth, and from all accounts everyone had a gay time. The food was delicious, and the Valentines were even gayer than usual. This year, Northrop adopted a new plan, and it was such a success that we hope it will become an annual affair. This new institution was Hospitality Day. The girls of grades 7-12 invited friends from other schools to spend the day with them. Lunch was served and entertainment was provided by the students. We hope our guests had as pleasant a time as we did. New also this year was the .Mothers and Daughters luncheon on April twelfth. The mothers came for lunch, and then they gave us some uproarious entertainment. The older generation took us off much to our amusement and had a Quiz to End All Quizes.” The day was most certainly very successful. Committee Betty Higgins. Chairman Peggy Winton Eva Rutherford Madelaine Jaffray Patsy Clifford Julia Cole - 45 - 9t1)letics Horse Show The Northrop Horse Show is always one of the major events on the school athletic calendar, and this year on October sixth almost everyone in school turned out either as a rider or spectator. The judges were Mr. Stanley Dwinnell and Mr. James Lane. Barbara Bissell was ringmistress. There were seven classes, and the following were the winners: Lower School Equestrienne. Nina Carpenter: Pair Class. Martha Larkin and Joanne Witmer: Musical Chairs. Janet Hartwell; Novice Equestrienne. Lucia Heffelfinger: Western Class. Lucia Heffelfinger: Bareback. Joanne Witmer: and the Championship. Joanne Witmer with Martha Larkin second. After the show both spectators and riders were served tea in the school auditorium amidst attractive horsey'' decorations. Hockey After a few weeks of practice the class hockey teams were chosen, and the fight was on. This season seemed to be one of ties. The freshmen, juniors, and seniors all managed to beat the sophomores, but then they each tied their other games. It was decided, therefore, that the freshmen and seniors should play off their tie and that the winning team would then play the juniors, champions of the preceding year. The seniors beat the freshmen by a very narrow margin— 2 to 1. The championship game was hard-fought, but the juniors finally won by a score of 3 to 1. The color system had worked out so well last year that Blue and White teams were again chosen. The Whites triumphed in an overwhelming victory by winning all three games played. The annual alumnae and varsity game was held as usual. The teams proved to be so well matched that this game. too. ended in a tie. Basketball The basketball season was truly exciting this year. The freshmen and sophomores tied with a score of 20-20. The juniors beat the sophomores and freshmen, as did the seniors making the two upper classes eligible for the championship game. This final game of the season brought many people to the gymnasium. The juniors seemed to be the favorites for awhile, and in the beginning the game looked black for the seniors, but soon the senior team caught up to the favorites, and by a very small margin in an exciting final quarter won the championship of the school. Baseball and Tennis Spring sports were delayed by unseasonably wintry weather, but late April and the first weeks in May found baseball and tennis enthusiasts swinging into action. The close competition in all interclass sports this year speaks of the skills we are acquiring under the direction of Miss Dalton and Miss Shoemaker. Athletic Committee Joan Smith .... Chairman Mary Webster. Sally Stevens - Basketball Elizabeth Woodworth - - Lacrosse Frances Cole • - - - Hockey Susan West. Henrietta Hill - - Riding Elizabeth Stevenson. Jean Price - Skiing Julie Ann Burnet .... Hiking Ann Richards........................Tennis Sally Lee ..... Baseball Amy Camp...............Dancing -46- ©lje itlocfeing ©irb For the first time in two years our Glee Club joined with the Blake Glee Club in presenting an operetta. The Mocking Bird lent itself very well to a school production. Costumes and scenery were especially good this year. The story opens when a ship packed with cassettes has just landed in New Orleans. Their good spirits have been dampened somewhat by the attack of the notorious pirate. Le Farge (Charles Arnao). The most attractive of the cassettes. Manon De Lange (Barbara TetzlafT) becomes the ward of the governor (Donald McCarthy). News comes that the weak French king has ceded Louisiana to Spain. The governor vows to carry out the cession, but is kept from his purpose by Manon who is in reality the Countess Antoinette. With the help of her countrymen. Manon leads a successful attack against the Spanish and rescues her captured friends by revealing her true identity. During these exciting events there is a love story interest as well. Maxime Grandpre (Kenneth Dayton) having tried unsuccessfully to take Yvette (Frances Dinsmoor) from Eugene (Robert Maxeiner). the man she loves, decides to marry the middle-aged Marquise (Julie Ann Burnet). Bob Finchley (William McCartney) is in love with Manon and persuades her to marry him and live in Virginia rather than return to France. The fun of producing the operetta made up for the countless hours of rehearsal. The Northrop Dance Club helped the production by their presentation of the Rigadoon in the third act. Both Glee Clubs arc more than appreciative of the patience of the directors. Miss Cotton. Miss Cram, and Mr. Avery, who made our operetta possible. - 47 - See Carnibal The lee Carnival of 1940 turned out to be a great success. Although we were a little dubious. Old Man Winter finally cooperated and the weather was fine. We had enjoyed our new and enlarged rink for many weeks, but it was appreciated to the full as the scene of this year’s carnival. Members of grades seven through twelve participated in the program. They presented a colorful array of solos, duets, trios, and ballets. After the carnival, refreshments were served around the fireplace, and everyone agreed, over steaming cups of tea or cocoa, that it had been a fine performance. (Tf)t Dance Club This year the Dance Club tried a new venture. Instead of presenting a pageant on Class Day. it included in its annual recital on Friday. April twenty-sixth. a complete ballet. Delibes' Coppelia.” The ballet occupied the entire first half of the program. The innovation proved enjoyable for both the audience and the performers. The rest of the program consisted of a dance in the modernistic style. “Prelude'’ by Sergei Rachmaninoff, followed by a classical ballet to the music of Chopin. “Refugee.’’ a dramatic and timely interpretation of incidental music from Wagner, was followed by a Bach “Fugue'' in which each voice was developed by groups of dancers. A short ballet. “Jealousy. to the music of Richard Strauss with costumes and choregraphy by Lois Belcher concluded the performance. The technical skill of the dancers and the color of the program were a tribute to Miss Dalton's directing. - 48 - Cntler l?oart Seated: Ellen Rider. Mary Webster. Andrea Scott. Nancy Grace. Joan Smith. Prances Cole. Betty Higgins. Elizabeth Cochran. Peggy Winton. Barbara Bissell. Standing: Virginia Taylor. Susan West. Victoria Simmons. Dorothy Dunn. Julie Ann Burnet. Katherine Winton. Rachel Dorsey. Mary Alice McGough. Nancy Bronson. Dorothy Chilton. Eleanor S'evenson. Charlotte Dinsmoor. Joanne Witmcr, Virginia F isher. Amy Camp, Jean IJrice. Mary Ellen Wyer. Elizabeth Woodworth. Barbara Bissell. Andrea Scott Frances Cole. Betty Higgins Nancy Grace -Joan Smith -Elizabeth Cochran ....................Co-editors Co-chairmen of Business Staff Chairman of Art Staff Chairman of Snap-shots Staff Chairman of Literary Staff Advisers Jean Duncan Josephine Garst Christine Kinnaird - 49 - Art Business Editorial Dramatics This year the Dramatic Club has been under the capable leadership of Miss Cram. There have been many meetings, and Miss Cram has given some highly interesting talks on current Broadway plays. On November twenty fourth the Dramatic Club produced three one-act plays which met with great success. The Happy Journey by Thornton Wilder was produced without scenery or properties, and everyone laughed heartily at the trip in the automobile.” In Op-o -me-Thumb by Fenn and Pryce. the cast dropped their Northrop slang and adopted a Cockney accent. Colorful costumes were donned for Rostand s Romancers, and the audience sat spellbound during the duelling scene. Special praise should go to Miss Cram for her able direction of these plays. December eighteenth was the date of the long anticipated Christmas program. This year the ninth grade presented Sounding Brass by Dorothy Nichols. Everyone agreed that it was very moving and extremely well presented. The Glee Club sang during the play, and the seniors took part in the Nativity scene. The Dramatic Club gift to the school this year was a new set of stairs for behind stage, an addition which makes it much easier to move scenery. Officers of Dramatic Club Jean Price.......................- President Elizabeth Cochran............................Secretary Sally Lee........................Business Manager -50- (Dp O' iflc ®fjuinl) by Frederick Fcnn and Richard Prycc Cast Madame Didicr . . Betty Ann Massic Clem (Mrs.) Galloway Elizabeth Cochran Rose Jordan Ann Sheldon Celeste . . . Barbara Tetzlaff Amanda ... Barbara Bissell Horace Greensmith .........Sally Lee (Tlir Romancer by Edmond Rustand Cast Sylvette . . Percinet Bergamin Pasquinot Straforel Swordsmen: Lois Belcher Jean Price Nancy Bronson Joanne Witmcr Helen Raynolds Geraldine Gridlcy. Victoria Simmons. Geraldine Bros Cf)f $)appp loiintrp by Thornton Wilder Stage Manager Ma Kirby . . Arthur Caroline Pa Loolic Cos Mary Ellen Wyer Lenorc Benson Elizabeth Woodworth Sheila Dcvancy Prudence Sutherland Jane Lee Jackson - 51 - Left: Hmmm. those pretty horses! Right: Strut ’em. Strut! Left: Martha and Joanne in the pair class. Right: Witmer’s rounding the bend. Left: Head up. Patsy! Right: More of those horses. Left: McGough looks serene. Right: Help, a stampede! Left: Pocahontas dances for the braves. Right: The Sophomore old maids. Left: For mighty Casey had struck out! Right: Gerry looks tough. Left: Barnes in awe of Higgins! Center: Veterans of the Civil War. Right: The Centennial on parade! Left: Lee and Nancy lead the march. Right: Lookut—! Injuns!! - 52- 9rt Contest Special Mention to Seniors for furniture. Designs by Marilynn Nelson. Painting 9-10-11-12 The Alley, Marjorie Seybold. 1st prize Backyards. Ellen Rider. 2nd prize Drawing 9-10-11-12 Still life. Virginia Fisher 1st prize Landscape, Rachel Dorsey. 2nd prize Design 9-10-11-12 Design and tray. Julia Cole. 1st prize Painting 7-8 Landscape, Patricia Clifford. 1st prize Still life. Jane Thomas. 2nd prize Marionettes Old Rip— Josephine Merwin. Katherine Neil-son. 1st prize Pewter Julia Ann Burnet. 1st prize Copper Marilynn Nelson. 1st prize Crafts Horse. Jane Lee Jackson, 1st prize I ray. Marilyn Ashley, 2nd prize Ceramics 7-9-11 Negress. Terrell Hawley. 1st prize Donkey. Janet Miller. 2nd prize 1-4-5-6 Lamb. Joan Wurtele. 1st prize Cat. Norma Ritz. 2nd prize Painting 2-S-4 Train on Trestle. Connie Wurtele. 1st prize White House. Anne Crosby. 2nd prize 5-6 Spring. Judy Rand. 1st prize A Garden. Cynthia Knoblauch. 2nd prize: Lita Chatfield-Taylor Finger Painting Landscape. Cynthia Shevlin. 1st prize Design. Patricia Coan. 2nd prize Sjonorable mention Sailing. Mary Webster. XI Still Life. Katherine Henry. X The Corner Store. Janet Miller. IX Portrait. Elizabeth Harper. X Portrait, Henrietta Hill. X Design, Mary L. Clark. X Marilyn Ashley. IX Landscape. Dorothy Barnes. VIII Landscape. Janet Hartwell. VIII Sailboat. Judy Winton. VII Dame Van Winkle. Sally Atwood. VIII Kathleen Smith. VII Janet McQueen, XII Cheeseboard. Sallie O'Brien. VIII Horse. Lucille Camp. VII Horse. Marjorie Crosby. V Landscape, Thir .a Jones. IV Spring Morning. Cynthia Shevlin.VI Winter Landscape. Nancy Wrench. V Design. Martha Struthcrs. VII A Waterfall. Charlotte Lyman. VI Painting Painting Painting Drawing Drawing Design Fashion Design Painting Painting Painting Marionettes Pewter Copper Crafts Ceramics Ceramics Painting Painting Painting Finger Painting Finger Painting Special Mention to the Seventh Grade Christmas Mural. - 53 - Left: Interested, aren't they? Right: Trot your horses! Left: Toes in. Patty. Right: MeGough and Vandever gailop to the finish. Left: Horses, horses, horses! Right: Ditto. Left: McQueen looks happy. Center: Ginger and friend. Right: The winners! Left: Humnim. Right: The judges award the prize. Left: Nancy goes western. Right: MeGough and unidentified Wurtcle. - 54- Left: A man! Center: $100,000 reward. Right: Men! Left: Ah oo-ooo-oooo! Right: The leads. Left: Ugh! Center: That man again. Right: He has two eyes in this picture. Left: Hello, Brenda. Center: Hey. you kids! Right: Mittens to match and everything. - 55 - I anb glaUlp teacf)” -56- “ f)t i not pet go olb but gfje map learn.” raiie ix Judy Rand. Charlotte Lyman, Yvonne Grabow. Cynthia Shevlin. Nina Carpenter. Norma Rit „ Mary Stilson. Rosalie Hcffelfingcr. Roxbury Hyde. Margaret Williams. SetibitieS The sixth grade has a period which we call Craft Club. We do hand work, such as knitting, crocheting, needle point, and wood carving. Part of the time we spend in making scrap books for the Red Cross. Craft Club is much fun. but there is a trick to it. too. If we don’t have our class work all done, we have to finish it during craft period. It often leaves anxious but hopeful girls working on grammar. The club is a great help to show us what we can do with our hands, and to help us increase our skill in using them. Craft Club is one of our favorite periods. Mary Stilson Roxbury Hyde -57- £ rat c Jfibc First row: Cynthia Knoblauch. Nancy Wrench. Sheila Strong. Second row: Sylvia Traer. Fsthcr Crosby. Adele Wells. Jennifer Mackinnon-Wood. Third row: Helen Tearse. Ruth Harper. Margaret Crosby. Lila Chatfield-Taylor. Absent: Judith Barker. Stanley Brooks. Early in the year we decided to organize our class. The school year was divided into four periods and a different group of officers elected for each period. The four presidents have been Judith Barker. Ruth Harper. Cynthia Knoblauch and Margaret Crosby. We have had programs devoted largely to poetry and stories with plays and songs to give variety. We have enjoyed carrying on the Northrop Special for another successful year. Writing stories, news articles and poems has kept us busy. We thank all the girls who helped by subscribing to our paper. We have liked our work as Junior Red Cross members and have tried to be faithful and helpful. Our fund of money to be used for others has steadily grown. Our part in the Junior Red Cross Bazaar, given May 10th. was interesting work. It has been a happy and enjoyable year as well as a very busy one. - 58 - £rabcs 2, 3, 4 Seated: Katharine Buckland. Polly Case. Connie Wurtele, Harriett Dayton. Suzanne Gin-nings. Standing: Joan Wurtele. Carol Quist. Kathryn Harper. Sally Pierce. Alice Crosby. Anne Crosby, Thirza Jones. Sally Ankeny, Betsy Crosby. dje ILotuer 5 cljool Itfoot; 12.1 tfk - 59 - Che IkotonieS Standing: Anne Crosby. Betsy Crosby. Seated: Harriett Dayton. Carol Quist. Polly Case. Suzanne Ginnings. Sally Pierce. Joan Wurtcle, Sally Ankeny. Connie Wurtele. Thir .a Jones. Katharine Buckland. Alice Crosby. Che 6 irl fecouts Nancy Wrench. Sylvia Traer. Sheila Strong. Cynthia Knoblauch. Esther Crosby. Margaret Crosby. Lita Chatfield-Taylor. Mary Stilson. Nina Carpenter. Cynthia Shcvlin. Roxbury Hyde, Helen Tearse. Norma Ritz. Yvonne Grabow. Margaret Williams. Charlotte Lyman. Adclc Wells. Rosalie Heffelfingcr. Judy Rand. Absent: Stanley Brooks. -60- Left: The fourth grade sun ihemselvcs on the teeter-totters. Right: The three Crosbys up i tree! eft: Thirza looks questioning! Center: Part of the fifth grade. Right: Second grade smiles. Left: Well. well, will you look at that swan! Right: Aren't we pretty? Left: The second grade Brownies obligingly pose. Right: My. my. girls, what scowls! Left: Notice the different expressions on these sixth graders’ faces. Center: Another Wurtelc and mother Harper. Right: Is Margaret incognito? Left: What are you laughing at? Center: Bit chilly, girls? Right: Pretty serious for the most part. - 61 - This year the Brownies have done many interesting things. The Brownies of last year thought that the Second Grade girls would enjoy being Brownies, so last fall Third and Second Grade girls were initiated. The Second Grade Brownies have been very helpful. We have kept our own records this year. Last year Miss Marzolf and Brown Owl kept them. We also had a posture test. Since that time we have had many games to help improve our posture. The Brownies are making a Red Cross Health Book. Work on the “Safety Chapter” was very interesting. We made Christmas presents and sent them to the hospital. The younger Brownies made circus boxes to send, and the rest made stuffed animals. We all worked steadily and merrily on these. At the beginning of the year the Brownies went on a picnic. We gathered wood for the fire and had lots of fun. Later in the year Mrs. Crosby invited us all out to her house for a winter sports party. The ice was smooth and the slide was fast. At the end of April we gave a party for another Brownie pack. We were busy making decorations and favors. The Brownies of Northrop feel that this has been a very successful year. We thank our leaders. Joan Wurtele. IV. £ irl Scouts The Girl Scout Troop of Northrop has had a most successful year under the expert guidance of Mrs. Pafford and Mrs. Harris, and the Misses Brooks and Lundell. The girls have worked hard to earn badges, and as many as eight have been won by some. Picnics and plays have been given, and an overnight trip is talked of. for this summer. The annual cookie sale was a great success. One girl sold eighty-eight boxes. Scout Troop 1 1 5 is grateful to its leaders for their interest and help. Mary Stilson. VI. tthsfjtng It would be fun to have some chickens. Fun to have some rabbits. Or some pigs—their funny habits. It would be fun to have a horse. Fun to have a gentle lamb. Or to have a hog that they wouldn't kill for ham. I wouldn't mind a cow That went grazing in the grass. Or even an elephant to snort when I pass. But most of all I want a dog Who'll spend his time chasing a frog. Or we could play together in field and wood. For I know that would be good. He would be busy as a bee. Doing his bit to please me. Oh! I really wish I had a dog! Honorable Mention Prose and Poetry Contest—Judith Barker. V. ;S mnpfjonp itlagic It is all a thrill! Dressed in our very best we walk briskly down the aisle in an auditorium full of elegant fragrance. Then we sit down, lights go out. 3nd the orchestra fills the stage. Everyone applauds as the conductor enters. His hands! His magical hands! It seems unbelievable the way one flip of his hand produces a marvelous array of notes. Then the music! It makes one stop to think and wonder how those great composers like Bach. Schubert, and Brahms could possibly have produced such miracles! Each composer seecns to have his own magic in the grand language of music. Mary Stilson. VI. - 62 - Once upon a time there were some little boys named Billy and Bobby. Bobby was three. Billy was six. One day they were riding their pony named Chink. The pony started to run away with them. He ran so fast that they could not stop him. The two boys fell off the pony! Carol Quist. II. JSelleropfjon ant) Pegasus Bellerophon was waiting by the fountain brink. Throwing pebbles in and watching them sink. When all of a sudden a little boy said, “Oh. look. Bellerophon. in the fountain bed!” Bellerophon looked and saw. way up in the sky. Pegasus, the winged horse! way up high. Pegasus alighted and began to drink. Stooping his wild head at the fountain brink. Bellerophon trembled not with fright or fear But at seeing the wild, fleet horse so near. Bellerophon jumped on that wild horse's back. Who snorted at suddenly carrying such a pack. He must have won the victory for he came Back home, leaving behind the Chi-maera’s bones. Margaret Crosby. V. iBooks I'd like to go. where the characters are. Of songs and tales from near and far. To see King Richard and Ivanhoe. And Bambi the deer, and Old Black Joe. Uncle Tom’s cabin, I'd love to see: With the Little Princess I'd love to be, But it seems to me that all I can do. Is to read the stories, and hope they’ll come true. £3 notoflatses Each little flake has fallen down. Each little flake has touched the ground. Each little flake as cold as the ground. Each little flake so white and bright. Each little flake happy as can be. But when the sun comes out to play Each little flake is sad as sad can be. Sally Pierce. IV. Cfcuiligfjt A lovely yellow butterfly. Shimmering in the sun. Flits from flower to flower. And now his work is done. For the sun is slowly sinking, A brilliant, fiery ball. And the moon will make his entrance With the stars so small. Roxbury Hyde. VI. jumping ftope Up and down, up and down. See me jumping up and down. Sometimes fast, and sometimes slow. Sometimes high, and sometimes low. All is fun. so a jumping I will go! Joan Wurtele. IV. Jf ailing ifenoto The snow is gently falling down. It falls on trees and steeples in the town. It shines like silver on the limbs. With dainty flakes of ivory snow. Connie Wurtele. II. - 63 - Judy Rand. VI. omc of tlje iJicest The feel of wind against my face. The smell of fudge. To go sailing in summer. To work in my garden. Warm blankets. Secret codes. Big. soft chairs. To see water wavy with white caps. To see snow come down like fairies. bracks in noU) The snow fell softly down all night. It covered all the ground. A little rabbit ran about And left his tracks in snow so light. I know exactly where he went. His tracks have let the secret out. Anne Crosby. III. Science, $3n (Experiment We experimented with things that will dissolve if you put them in water. We tried salt, sugar, baking powder, soda, and an aspirin tablet. They all dissolve. We looked through a magnifying glass. The salt was in perfect cubes. Sugar was in different shapes. Alice Crosby, III. things Wt iinoto To play jacks on a sunny day. The feel of mud between my fingers and toes. The smell of wet paint. To ski swiftly over the snow. The smell of shoe polish. To plunge into the cool water on a hot summer's day. The budding trees. Fourth Graders. j nom The snow is lying all around. It covers all the roofs and ground. It makes the world look neat and clean. As if its face had powdered been. Betsy Crosby. III. Scarlet Canager Scarlet tanager. scarlet tanager! He came upon my window. It was a sunny day And he seemed to say. “Good-day! Polly Case. II. jHotljer’S ©irtljbap One day it was mother's birthday. The two children were wondering what to give her. Their friend Sally came over and asked them what they were thinking about. “Well.” they said, “we were thinking what to give mother, for today is her birthday.” “Oh. I know! Sally whispered something into their ears. “Oh! How nice! That's just the thing. A big bear hug!” Harriett Dayton. II. HHjat fecarrb ttjc Cfjilbren Once upon a time there were three girls. Their names were Jean and Mary and Betty. One night their mother was out and they were in bed. All of a sudden there was a flash at the window. The girls were frightened. Do you know what it was? If you had known what it was you would have been scared. They thought it was a witch. The children were scared. But when they listened again they knew it was only the March wind going “Oo-oo!” Katharine Buckland. II. - 64- fetnofep In the shady cool of the trees he lay. and watched with squinted eyes the revolving end of the piece of grass he held in his mouth. At a distance, in the sunshine on a grassy slope, grazed a diminutive horse of mottled grey who answered to the name of Smoky. Mountains towered all about, silent in the sunshine: short, round mountains, softly green with pines: and tall, peaked mountains, grey and snow-capped. The boy lay on his back, cow-boy hat tilted over his forehead as a sunshade from beneath which he was able to gaze upon the well-loved landscape. His arms were crossed to pillow a sandy red head, and the end of a freckled nose protruded from beneath the large brim of the hat. Overalls covered the thin, wiry legs, and worn boots were crossed so that the figure might look ‘'just like dad.” Often people said the boy was exceptionally old for having just turned eleven. Although part of his mind was occupied with the twirling end of the piece of grass, there was still room in it for happy thoughts. He was thinking of the promised trip to the Melville rodeo. He would go with dad and wear his Sunday suit. Maybe he would even ride a calf! And he would see all his friends, too. for wasn't Melville the home he had known for two long years? His thoughts shifted to the months he had spent last winter with his father’s mother in a small cabin outside this town. Eight miles he had ridden Smoky every morning to the cold school house, and they had ridden back together in the cold twilight. Sometimes it had been awfully cold; folks in town said the thermometer had registered twenty-five below, and that was cold enough for anyone. Snow would drift, too. into drifts almost taller than the boy himself, but he was never afraid of freezing out there for he knew that Smoky would take him through safely. Smoky! What would he do without him! They had been pals for ever so long, and Smoky was more than an animal. He was his friend and had comforted him when Red and Mabel had left him to live with his grandmother. Red and Mabel were his father and mother. Suddenly he sat up with a start, and the hat fell off backwards. The breeze was becoming cooler, and in an hour the sun would be hidden behind Mt. Wallace. With clanking spurs he crunched over the pine needles and cones to the meadow where he gave a low whistle. The small grey now grazed at quite a distance, but upon hearing the whistle he raised his head, stood a moment with ears forward, then wheeled suddenly and trotted up the slope straight to his master. Soft nose nudged the small shoulder and the horse stood motionless as the boy tightened the cinch. When Loren's foot touched the stirrup the horse began to move, and once he was in the saddle they were off like a shot down the field. The horse knew the way as well as the boy. and soon they tilled off down a rocky path. This was the short-cut. and Loren and Smoky always zigzagged home on it. At certain points the path sloped so steeply that the horse merely held his hind feet stiff and slid. Jogging, jogging always down, one hairpin turn after another, down to the bottom, splashing through the stream, in the gate they went. Soon the saddle was on its accustomed peg. and hay was piled before the most precious possession this boy could ever desire—the small grey horse. - 65 - The boy left the barn to go into the gathering dusk and turned towards the small cabin. Whistling he approached, hands in pockets, and with what he hoped were giant strides. He jangled onto the porch and banged the door behind him. As he entered the door, his parents turned. Young and fair was his mother, but her hands were red and her shoulders stooped. She had a pretty face and a nice voice, he thought, and he loved to see her smile. His father towered far above, and a glance was all that was needed to tell a stranger that Loren was a replica of Red. The wise eyes of the older man looked from under shaggy brows, and what was left of Red's hair was the same dark auburn as his son's. Red's face was lined and weatherbeaten, and his hands large and strong. Tonight his eyes were sad. and he looked at his son with tenderness. No gay pleasantries were flung back and forth. In silence the boy tossed his hat to the hook on the wall, and missed. His father watched him pick it up without a word, and his mother in silence turned again to the stove. The cabin had two small rooms and a porch. A fireplace, pump, stove, and a few pieces of hand-made furniture stood in one room. Pans hung along the wall and a cupboard held the dishes, many of which were cracked. In the other room were two beds and a crude dresser. But to Loren it was home, for here were Red and Mabel. He went to the other room, loosed his spurs, and came back. Still silence. He stood, puzzled. At last his mother's voice: Supper's ready.” Red and Loren sat down. Loren ate ravenously. The others hardly touched a mouthful. The dishes cleared away, the men sat before the fire. With hands that were not quite as steady as usual Red rolled cigarette after cigarette from a nickel package of Bull Durham. From beside the dishpan Mabel tried to talk cheerily. Soon she joined the two before the fire. Loren chattered about the trip to Melville. Red puffed on. looking from behind his cloud of smoke, now at one. now at the other. At last the boy was in bed. As his eyelids drooped in sleep, his mother tiptoed in and pulled the blankets up around his shoulders, kissing his forehead. This. too. was strange for the usual goodnight consisted of a short wave of the hand and a brief Night. He slept deeply and no dreams disturbed him. At the usual hour he awoke and there beside his bed stood his mother. In the other room Red stomped about, building the fire. It was darkly cold all about. Loren.” Mabel said. He had never seen his mother cry. But abruptly she turned away, leaving her thoughts unspoken. He dressed quickly, hearing movement in the other room but few words, and left the house to water the horses. In the night it had become colder and the six o’clock air snapped. He walked to the stable and entered the door. No snort, no stomp, no whinny from Smoky greeted his ear. His heart froze. He ran to the stall. Jt was empty! His father’s horse stood silent as if he too realized the tragedy which had come. Dignity forgotten, he rushed pell mell to the cabin. His father stood there silent. It was his mother who approached him. putting her hand on his shoulder. I’m sorry, son. It had to be. Maybe some day you'll understand. We had to sell Smoky or leave the land. He was a good horse, and we got a good price. -66- I’m sorry, son.” Red turned away. I’m sorry, boy.” Slowly the child retraced his steps. Back to the barn he went, back to the empty stall. He climbed over the feed-box into the loft above. No nudging nose, no snorting now. All was quiet. The mow was dark and the air heavy with the odor of hay. He lay down. “I’m sorry, son. He was a good horse.” Yes. he was a good horse, but he had been a friend. And they hadn't even said good-by. With a sob he buried his head in the hay and cried. His parents did not look for him. They knew he'd want to be alone. Presently he heard Red’s step, heard him saddle his horse and leave the barn to ride the many miles to his work on a neighboring ranch. Still he lay there. Through a crack in the wall he could see the sun. It was a nice day and he would ride—but no. He had forgotten. Long he lay thus but at last, stiff and cold, he rose. He went out. through the door this time, not over the feed-box. not back through the empty stall. He walked to the creek and kicked a stone in. Then he turned, went to the porch, and took out his knife. He sat in the warm sunshine, whittling a small horse from a piece of wood. First Prize Prose and Poetry Contest Andrea Scott. XII Dear God. the world is new to me: Life has just begun. I know not of earthly strife; I'm innocent; I'm young! What has life in store for me? What should be my goal? Should hate and greed and cruelty. Captivate my soul? Oh. God, how cruel men seem to be. They hate! They fight! They kill! “Love thy neighbor as thyself”— I thought this was your will. Why do men keep fighting? Shooting? Why this ceaseless strife? War brings only suffering, misery! Peace—a happy life! Second Prize Prose and Poetry Contest -67- Virginia Vandever, XI ifflonbamin I was in the woods at twilight, As the golden sun descended. Preceded by a trail of splendor. Golden, gleaming trail of splendor. Fasting for my Indian people. For their welfare and their profit, When at once I saw approaching A youthful lad clad all in yellow. “I am from the mighty Master, Come to help you and instruct you, Come and wrestle. Hiawatha. Come and struggle in the twilight.” Forward came I from the wigwam. To attack and overthrow him. Suddenly then, new courage had I, Strength and hope and truth and faith; Then we wrestled with each other Till the darkness came upon us, And the heron cried in terror. Cried in all the pain of hunger. Then we stopped and fell exhausted, And he vanished till the morrow When again he would return here. Then I rested in the darkness In the still and dark of night time. Two more times he came and fought me In the still and cool of twilight, On the third I overcame him. Conquered him in all his glory: Then I followed his instructions. Buried him in fresh moist furrows. After that I came and guarded Where I'd buried my Mondamin. Till one day green plants shot upward. Green and golden little leaflets. Thus my prayers the great God answered, Thus the Indians possessed it. Learned to grow and love Mondamin. The yellow corn was given For advantage of all nations. First Prize Junior Group Prose and Poetry Contest Ann Wurtele, VIII Unrxpccteb happiness The little girl was very inattentive during her last hour class in the afternoon. As the hands of the clock ticked slowly nearer to the hour of three, she grew more and more restless. It had never seemed to her that minutes took so long to pass by. -68- Her eyes grew large and stormy as she thought of what she had learned the night before. Her mother and father had called her to them to tell her some heart-breaking news. Jinx, her own dog. was to be taken away. What if Jinx was only a nondescript dog that had been found at the dog pound! He was hers. Judy's. What if he had sometimes disappeared for several days at a time! He was her dog. Her best friend. Her parents didn't feel that way though. They had explained very carefully to her that she was a big girl now. nearly ten. and since she was almost grown-up. they had decided to tell her what they were going to do instead of doing it secretly. Jinx had caused them so much trouble by straying away, and he had upset her and them so much by his frequent absences that they had decided to take him back to the pound. They had promised to buy her a new puppy as soon as they heard of one for sale, and Judy remembered how her father’s face had looked—sad. troubled, firm— when she had said stubbornly that she didn't want any dog but Jinx. Her mother had drawn her to her side and had told her that Jinx couldn't be very happy at their home or else he wouldn't run away so often. Judy hadn't said anything, but she knew that he was happy with her. She wished, though, that he had stayed closer to home. It was true that almost every two weeks someone would call up and say that he had a small brown dog with a white spot on his side and their name on his collar. Daddy had always been very nice about driving over to the other side of the city for Jinx. Judy had always spanked Jinx and given him a long lecture when he got home, but it had never seemed to do any good. Her father had dismissed her with a kiss last night, telling her that he knew she was grown-up enough to be brave about it, and that he would take Jinx away about five o'clock tonight. Judy's eyes filled as she thought about Jinx, but just as tears were threatening to overflow, the shrill, metal ring of the bell startled her. If she hurried home she would have almost two hours to play with Jinx before—but she wouldn’t think about that. She picked up her speller and dashed out of the school-house, not waiting for any of her playmates. On her way home she ran as far as she could, until her breath just wouldn’t come and she had to slow down to a walk. As she walked, a fearful thought crossed her mind. Suppose her father had come home earlier than he had expected and Jinx was already gone! She broke into a run again. All hot and out of breath she reached home. She pushed open the back door, calling for Jinx as she did so. As soon as she got inside the door, a furry, brown body leaped at her and tried to cover her face and hands with moist tongue-licks, all the time wriggling and dancing about her. This was the way Jinx met her everyday. It didn't seem possible that this would be the last time — She threw her book on the kitchen table and asked the maid to blow the whistle when she was wanted. Calling Jinx, which was an unnecessary procedure since Jinx was already standing with his nose pressed to the door. Judy went outside. The two of them wandered down to the creek. Jinx immediately began his search along the edge of the water for frogs. It was his ambition to catch one sometime, but he had not as yet succeeded. Judy walked along behind him. watching his cars prick up when he heard the slightest noise that sounded as if it might be a frog. Suddenly he saw something move. He rose up on his hind legs and his front paws came down together on the spot where the frog had been. He then opened his mouth and ducked his head beneath the water inviting -69- the frog to swim in. blowing bubbles all the while. As soon as his breath ran out. he lifted his head out of the water, looked quizzically at Judy, and continued his search. Once, when Jinx was younger, he had become so excited that he had started barking while his head was under water. As a result, he had almost choked to death. All too soon, the whistle blew for Judy. She called Jinx and sat down on the bank, putting her arms around him. She let him cover her face with damp kisses as she hugged and caressed him for the last time. Hearing a horn honk, she wiped her face and rose to her feet. Her father was waiting by the edge of the road with the car. It had been decided last night that she was not to go with her mother and father when they returned Jinx. Judy lifted Jinx into the car and with a sob. asked her father to tell the man to find an extra-nice home for Jinx. She hugged her pet once more and then turned away. She didn't want her father to see her cry. for he thought she was too big for things like that now. Her last glimpse of Jinx before tears blinded her was of his nose pressed against the window-pane. Judy ran down to her favorite tree by the creek and cried very hard for a long time. Jinx was gone. She would never have another pet like him. He had such a rough tongue and his ears stood up so straight. A flood of memories of the adventures she and Jinx had had together came back to her. and she cried the harder, for they were all over now. She lay there in the soft grass until the six o'clock whistle shrilled. Then she got up. dried her eyes, and wiped 3way a few tears that continued to trickle down her flushed cheeks. She started slowly home, wondering what Jinx was doing now. Tears blinded her as she fumbled for the door-knob, and she remembered all the times that Jinx had met her at that door. She pushed the door open and suddenly, a furry, brown body leaped at her and tried to cover her face and hands with moist tongue-licks, all the time wriggling and dancing about her. Judy dropped to the floor and gathered the small body in her arms. Yes. it really was Jinx—she wasn't dreaming. She ran into the living-room with Jinx tagging behind her to demand an explanation of her mother. She was so excited and exultant that she only half-heard her mother. She did hear her say. though, that Jinx was to stay with her as long as she wanted him. Nothing else really mattered. All that did matter was that Jinx was home again. Judy sat down again on the floor and began to wrestle with her pet. Elizabeth Keating. XII (Cfje iflountain Hafet The mountain lake like amber glows. With colors soft and deep: I watched it as the gold sun rose Above the mountain peak. Reflected in that mirror cool Was beauty, fire and light. God’s wonders shining in a pool. Below a mountain height. Honorable Mention Prose and Poetry Contest - 70- Elizabcth Cochran. XII lEfje Village (Eomliop Kate Leary was always a happy child. She was thin, snub-nosed, freckled, and her hair was brushed back and braided into two small braids which bounced up and down merrily with each step Kate took. She was considered quite a tomboy. but she didn't care. She could walk a fence, bat a ball. swim, skate, and handle her slingshot as well as any boy in the school, and she loved to try to outdo the boys. But then. Kate loved everything. Her disposition was as sunny as a June day. She w’as always a little mischievous, but she never thought of lying. No. she was truthful, although she was sometimes a little evasive when her mother wanted to know what had happened to the clothes-line, or the cookies, or the nuts w’hich were meant for the bridge club. But she was truthful, and she liked everyone, except perhaps that sissyish brat across the street. Kate was tactful, and she tried never to embarrass anyone or to hurt anyone's feelings. Almost everyone in towrn liked Kate, for the little overall-clad figure was known by all for her quick smile, cheery hello.'' and willing hands. She w’as a tomboy by nature which pleased the boys: and w’hen she was with girls, she was usually very quiet and tranquil. Thus, she was well liked by both boys and girls. The girls could not quite understand w’hy Kate would w’ant to spend so much of her time racing the boys to the swimming pond or blueberry patch, but they liked her anyway. The citizens of the town had decided that Kate was just an American nine-year-old tomboy, full of energy and liveliness. Honorable Mention Prose and Poetry Contest Dorothy Dunn. IX Cfje Snfaettoefn Reason How hard is the day! How’ dull and harsh! The clouds hang low O’er the misty marsh. The dimness grows As on plods the day And the dark tree's claws Clutch the skies of gray. It is that time In the lone, long year. When winter has gone. And the spring is not here. When trees are half-budded Yet snow patches the ground. And when the spring sun By grim clouds is bound. Honorable Mention Prose and Poetry Contest - 71 - Jane Thomas. VII Junior £rtibs Upon writing this essay I realize that I have left myself open to much criticism. but this cannot be helped. Now of course I realize that there are some juniors who do not feel that they are over-worked, but only an eccentric few fall into this category. On the whole. I think everyone acknowledges the fact that Juniors are grubs. Not by right of choice are they such, but during this year Virgil. Chaucer, and all the other old classicists seem to enjoy distracting each student's life. Now. of course, there are many ways we may meet these gentlemen and receive them into our lives. In fact, there are so many ways of being a Junior that all of them could not possibly be discussed herein. Therefore. I will speak only of the most common types. Juniors naturally fall into about three different classifications. First and most common is the teacher. I didn't get the assignment straight or bluffer species. This type never gets really acquainted with its work, and every day has a faultless masterpiece of an excuse with which to confront the instructor. She often lapses into the false flatterer or apple-polisher type which is a sub-division of this group. A member of this category floats into the classroom and greets the teacher with a musical Hello. which hints none too subtly at the speaker's intentions. The average apple-polisher next flatters the not too unsuspecting teacher on the beauty of her dress, which sally is immediately followed by an offer to give her a ride home after school. During the sticky conversation which follows. Janie cautiously brings up the fact that It would be awfully nice to get B on that next report. Well, this type of Junior usually fails, but she goes on. undaunted. The next type is commonly referred to as the Greasy Grind. This group is nearly extinct in modern times. She hurries home every day to the welcome sight of a desk piled high with text books. She smiles blissfully as she struggles through a ghastly passage of translation. She wears an expression of slight haughtiness as she glides down the corridors fondly cradling her beloved books in her arms. She is thoroughly acquainted with Virgil. Chaucer. Pope. Homer and many others. In fact, she is so well acquainted with them that they are said to be her best friends. But as we have mentioned before, this type is rare, perhaps too rare. The last division is called the Day in and day out group. On the day in she is brilliant to the fondest dreams of her joyful teacher. But on the day out day she appears with deep circles under her eyes, shoes untied, still munching a piece of toast from breakfast. No matter how hard a member of this species tries on such a day. she cannot equal, even in part, yesterday s success. Often before the tragic day has ended, she has lapsed into the bluffer classification. This division is a toy of fate and obeys the orders that fate sets forth. Ann Hersey. XI ftain It shyly patters a little, then stops, afraid of its own boldness. The little droplets seem afraid to leave their soft mother cloud, and so descend together in big plump globules Which land with a happy plop on the slippery green leaves. The parched grasses drink in the cool green rain which falls now Like small shiny bombs in 3 merciful air attack. Honorable Mention Prose and Poetry Contest - 72 - Mary-Ives Hurd. XII tBoarbing 3 Crain When I was a small child, my one delight was to ride on a train. What a thrill to see that sooty, black beast, snorting and steaming in the station, and to know that soon I would hear the clackety-dack of the wheels as we sped along. Without a backward thought. I would hurriedly, thoughtlessly bestow the necessary farewell kisses, and tumble up the steps. Gayly I would wave goodby. all excitement at what was to come. Once aboard, there was the pleasant task of settling oneself, and the strange looking curtains around the mysterious looking berths. In and out of my berth I loved to jump, snapping up the curtains to sec what was going by. Useless to try to make me go to sleep until I fell upon my pillow, tired from my frequent cries of Mother! Look! We're going through a town. Perhaps by some miracle I might sleep until seven a. m., but usually six o’clock saw a sleeper-attired figure stagger across the aisle in search of mother. And the whole car would give up any last attempts towards rest. The moment when 1 lifted the dusty curtain and saw a mountain for the first time in my life will live forever in my memory. Some odd power must have taken possession of me. and it has never lost its hold. There they were, silent, snow-capped, slightly formidable, terribly powerful, thoroughly awe-inspiring. I was speechless, and at that moment fell in love with every mountain the world over. As one grows older, one begins to feel differently about things. I used to long to get on a train, and was content to ride and ride endlessly. Now 1 see a train: I long to climb aboard: I climb aboard: 1 want to get off. For boarding trains may mean more than just a pleasure jaunt. I have discovered it may mean the saving of a life: the parting of those who love—perhaps forever: the reunion of those long-parted. One's whole future may depend upon the boarding of a train. When one is five years old. one does not think of those things. One sees the long, snake-like train, hears the whistle, shrill and inviting, watches with glee the country zipping past, wonders what awaits one at the other end. Now. to me. boarding a train symbolizes a closed door. No matter what may happen, how many letters may be written or promises made, things may never again be quite the same. I'm always a little bit afraid now. when I get on a train. I feel, with the first jerk, an awful inevitability. Once I wanted to jump off. but too soon we were away, and I did not feel like laughing then. So does childhood pass away, and the meaning of things becomes clearer. The joy of human contacts becomes a part of one: the mountains lose their formidableness and become beloved friends. We do not leave those we love as carelessly. happily. We no longer say. I don't want to go home. but more often feel a mixture of feelings. We do want to go back: yet we do not want to leave. And the train ride ceases to be a momentary joy. something new to do. It becomes a parting and a meeting, with a smile or a tear. Honorable Mention Prose and Poetry Contest Andrea Scott, XII late Cfjrpsiantijemums A late chrysanthemum showing its sorrowful head Seems to spread A deep melancholy over the garden Like a veil of death. It is nodding its head In farewell to summer. -73- Janet McQueen. XII tEfje Stoful Crutfj—gin Slltgorp Everything was so quiet and peaceful. It was a marvelous evening to work. Alice was over tonight, and we were progressing remarkably well. It W3S amazing how nicely we got along together. Alice Ambition was her name. She was a wonderful girl, and so attractive. I’d always wanted to know her better. Our paths, however, seldom crossed, and her visits to my house were few. She had many friends, and seemed to devote the most of her time to them. ■‘Willie and Winifred Work were her two closest pals, and I had little in common with them. Therefore, our meetings were few. Tonight, however, it was rainy and dreary, and she decided to drop over for a while. You can imagine how happy and surprised I was. for 1 hadn’t seen her in weeks. I was all prepared to pass the evening in quiet study, and was terribly disappointed when the door bell rang. It seemed as though some hindering antagonist invariably had to interrupt my most ambitious moments. Perhaps it was the gang again. I hoped not. for this was one night I didn’t want to see them. I went downstairs and opened the door. Much to my disappointment, there they were! Evidently it is the general impression that our house is a nightly meeting place. They come over four out of five school nights in every week. It is simply terrible, for I can never get rid of them. Peter Play and Freddie Fun came in first. They’re both such entertaining fools that it's hard to ignore them. Just one glance at those sunny, entrancing smiles and my willpower weakens. Therefore, instead of telling them that I was preoccupied, I cordially invited them to take their things off and make themselves at home. That was evidently the password, for in another second, not only Peter and Freddie were there, but also six or eight of their charming friends— Sammy Swing, Johnny Joke. Danny Dance, the Carefree twins, and many others. They're such a gay lot. There is never a dull moment when they're present. I really adore them all. but I'm afraid that Alice did not share my adoration. She seemed pretty disgusted when they came, and was really angry when they started to play the victrola and laugh and shout. I felt rather hurt when she put her hat and coat on and told me that she was leaving. I tried to persuade her to stay, but failed miserably. She called for Susan Student to come for her and left immediately. After Alice had left, I simply couldn't get back to my books. I was rather worried for a while, but Elery Excuse gave me some new ideas and completely talked me out of continuing. If I only had a mind of my own! I’m much too easily persuaded. We had such fun all evening. I hate to admit it. but I believe that I enjoy being with these friends more than any I know. They didn’t leave till after ten-thirty. It was terribly late, especially with an English test in the morning. I was very tired, too. I wanted to jump into bed immediately, but I knew what the fatal results would be. Therefore. I made my way, feebly, up the stairs, and went to my desk. I tried desperately to start in again, but my eyes just wouldn't stay open. If only Miss Ambition would return! She always was a great inspiration. Suddenly. I again heard the doorbell. Could the unexpected possibly happen? Could my wish be granted, as in a dream or fairy tale? Perhaps she had left her hat or gloves. Oh. how I hoped so! I would persuade her to stay this time! I ran down the stairs and opened the door. What a ghastly surprise awaited me. Alice was nowhere in sight. Outside in the rain stood Elmer Ignorance, Francis Failure and last but not least, little Sammy Sunk. I should have known. They often came over late on school nights such as this. How silly of me to think that it might be Alice at this hour. Didn’t I know that the Ambitions went to bed early? Virginia Vandcver, XI - 74- £1}e Jfable of t!je £ocfe 1 There’s a craig on the shores of Loch Carron. Looking off to the rock cliffs of Skye. A home of the bogles and brownies Who frolic and sport gay but shy. Except when the wee folk are sleeping. The rock is enshrouded with clouds. The waves splash and roar their approval To the sea mews on high keeping guard. A chieftain chasing by swift steed, With his hawk cunning and true. Was awed by its cry half human As it stopped short in flight and flew Back, quivering, cowering to its ring. A proud bird lost in fright. The chieftain gazed at the blood red eyes, Raised his own—saw an unco sight. The mist was now withdrawing. Through a void the chieftain viewed A ghostly apparition. A thing of mist and dew. Sometimes it seemed like a maiden. Alone, gazing out at the sea: More oft' he thought 'twas a fairy sprite Her white veil blowing so free. His steed was so affrighted It steaming pawed the ground. Threw back its head in terror. Snorting wildly, homeward bound. If it be shade or human. Only the pony knew. For horses know the fairies' secrets As some folk never do. The youth saw the vision fading. But he vowed that the dawn next day Would bring him back by the seaside To find this ghostly fay. 2 The sun was rising silently As the chieftain climbed from the glen. He rose to stand on the dew kissed cairn And saw the mist-lady again. She seemed to perceive his coming For she turned her lovely face — The features poets dream of Molded with peculiar grace. - 75 - As their eyes met one another. Their hearts lept out the same. But their thoughts were stopped by a rumble And laughter from the fairy domain. A wretched twisted gnome stepped forth — The lady gave a cry. “Why play ye with my ward? he cried. “Be off. ye mortal—fly! I took her from the humans. She’s half a fairy now She’s mine forever—ever! For that I made my vow. Avant. cried Alan boldly now. “False wizard, she'll not be thine. For by the one we call The Just, You shall not cross this line. And if you do step forward. My claymore on your head! The wizard cried and lunged toward him; The chieftain struck him dead. The wizard guise then faded. The lady now was free. Young Alan picked her from the ground T hey rushed from the rock by the sea. Away from the shores of Loch Carron Off to the East they flew. N’er to place their mortal step Within these fairies’ view. And if you should ever wander To gaze at the rock by the tarn, Be sure to respect the wee folk But run from the warlock s charm. Honorable Mention Prose and Poetry Contest Sue Timbcrlake. X ifliniature arbtn A violet here, a cactus there. A tiny bit of maiden’s hair, A tiny bridge, a lantern small. A silver pool by a pebbly knoll. A bit of moss, a scented flower All help to form this indoor bower. A tiny maid neath a bit of green Gives the final touch to this miniature scene. Geraldine Gridley. IX - 76 - Caltsi You know—it's strange and often a bit pleasantly uncanny the way one can see visions by gazing at a shell or listening to the weird tunes it seems to hum— echoes of the waves. In my collection there is one shell which particularly excites the powers of fancy. It must have been very old before it was cast up by the waves onto the rocky Scottish coast where it was found, for it is large and is ornamented with delicate and fascinating formations — curious ruins of castles where tiny sea fairies lived in pomp and splendor amid the churning waves of the northern Minch. I've often wondered how this shell grew so wise, whether by age. by some second sight, or by learning from its seemingly supernatural inmates. But no matter, it knows tales and legends that would outdo many an old crone who prides herself on her wondrous lore. It is almost like a tiny receiving set. for by listening to its call one can hear the voices of ages. Its store of knowledge seems secure as the great oceans, mighty and impregnable—never reaching the conclusion of its thrills. This shell is like Alice’s mirror for with its aid one can pass into other worlds, the past and the future. It remembers and it prophesies. How often have I watched the surf breaking on the rocky shore line of the isles and sending its spray high over the misty gray cliffs—heard the wind roaring up the hillsides and bringing on its breath the scent of wild heather and of dense mysterious woods. Tales of the Bruce and Wallace unfold to the tune of harp and pipe and play against a glorious tartan background. The clash of arms: Mac Alpine. Macbeth, the Lords of the Isles, Bannockburn. Cullodon. Charlie. Flora, and Cluny—all pass with their contemporaries in a long, proud line. It's a gloomy misty story in part, but one full of glory, blood, and pride, and it holds its audience spellbound! Now then to the future. Follow closely in the honor of your fathers and fail not to be like them. What an old phrase but how characteristic! The Highlanders shall not forget. my shell prophesied. As they pass, centuries change our lives, but blood is thicker than water, and the blood of true Scotsmen is red. Several years ago when I first found my shell, it warned me that it should soon excite my thoughts of its country. It foretold correctly, and to the ruin of my offending power-mad men. it shall foretell the future correctly now. If he wished, every man might have a magic shell, one of his own choice, for all shells are possessed by the pixies. Adventures and thrills lie waiting just to be unsealed by the breaking of the simple lock. One may have all these pleasures by stopp:ng for but one moment to feel, to understand, to love, and to listen. Honorable Mention Prose and Poetry Contest Sue Timberlake. X Cfjristnins fops Crinkling tissues. Sparkling stars. And pastel patterned papers; Who knows what lies hidden there, under fairy coverings? A multitude of joys lie waiting to be discovered Wrapped in breath-taking disguises. - 77- Barbara Bissell. XII heritage Stand proud and straight, my son. Let not the world a-fright you. But stand so proud, my son. That the world may sight you. You are of proud lineage, my son, Of pioneer stock of old. You are American, my son. Your heritage is bold. It springs from brimming streams, my son. Of shining forest trees. Of cities tall, my son. And full of freedom's breeze. Of your heritage of freedom, my son. You ever can be proud. And praise it to all men. my son Praise it long and loud. You will never see the tyrant s sword. You will never have to fear: So spread the word, my son. So that the world may hear. Honorable Mention Prose and Poetry Contest Sally Atwood. VIII 9 Jf orest in tfjc Corning Have you ever roamed the forest when the sun was barely up. And glistening dew was clinging to the green. When the fragile webs of spiders shone like jeweled crowns of queens? Have you breathed the air while still it's pure and clean? There is peace, and quiet solace in the forest in the morn. Our fears and worries seem but trivial there. There’s no hustling, bustling hurry that makes us fail to see. The beauty in this world that we should share. There’s a feeling someone's present when you’re wand’ring there alone. Who seems to draw your mind to higher things And the atmosphere of holiness and beauty which prevails Carries your heart to join the birds on wing. - 78 - Joanne Witmer. XI “Me in tfje Present” I have adopted the motto Live in the Present.” I like the sound of it. It appeals to me. Live in the Present. Yes. it has a nice sound. It presents a nice picture, too. I think of a person who has it for a motto as being a very happy person, always having the time of her life. So it introduces a pretty picture, too. but—I wonder. 1 wonder if I haven’t been misled all these years. I wonder if that piece of advice. Live in the Present,” is all it's cracked up to be. It doesn't work for me. For instance. I say to myself. Live in the Present —enjoy yourself. Let the future take care of itself. Be happy. Don’t stay for your chemistry flunk this week. It's a nice day out. You feel like playing bridge. You are thirsty for a coke, everyone will feel good thinking of the nice, long week-end ahead, and there's no reason why you should miss a lot of fun and a good time when you can stay next week. Next Friday you'll probably be right in the mood for studying your chemistry. You'll probably be able to read the chapter over once, and remember every word in it. You couldn't today. Besides, everyone says. Live in the present—have a good time as you go along. Why. that’s my motto! I stay next Friday, and I'm tired. I can't understand a word of that horrible chemistry. (I don't know why girls have to take it anyway. It's a very poor field for women—I hope. What's a colloid or two in my life? If there are colloids, there are. That's all there is to it. I can't do anything about them, so why worry?—There it is again. Live in the Present—enjoy yourself.)—It's a nicer day than last Friday was. I've been having good bridge hands all week, and how do I know but what if I were playing now, my partner and I would be making a grand slam. (There's always a first time.) If only 1 weren't sitting in this barren study hall! I'm thirstier now for a coke than I've ever been before, and think of all the fun and jokes I'm missing.— Live in the Present.” bah! Or I say to myself. You don’t have to finish that French now. There’s no chapel tomorrow: you can do it then. Go ahead! Listen to Glenn Miller now. Everyone will be talking about him tomorrow. You'll remember him much longer than your French anyway. And besides, you should keep yourself well-informed. It's a matter of principles.— Have a good time as you go along. Live in the Present.’ Chapel comes the next day. Yes. I would like to play bridge, but only for a hand or two. I have to do my French. All the rest of the period I spend in telling my contemporaries that I really should stop. The next hand is always going to be the last, but I don't seem to have any will-power, and it never is. It is only on a very rare occasion that I have been known to do French, or for that matter any other subject, during Chapel period. As a consequence I spend many an uncomfortable third period, futilely trying to look so intelligent that Miss Hale will think I know everything, and neglect to call on me. As the word futile suggests, such is never the case. The impression I strive so hard for is never created. (Darned if I can even remember what Glenn Miller played, cither.) Yet people say to me— Live in the Present. Nor are these the only ways in which my motto is extremely detrimental to me. The two cases I’ve mentioned are minor compared to the next. I say to myself at about eleven-thirty. You're not sleepy yet. Why don't you just finish that last chapter. You know that Theodore Roosevelt read an hour a day no matter how late it was. and he became president. Think what may become of - 79 - you!''—Add that a chapter is always better at the end than at the beginning, that a reader is eternally optimistic, and always thinks he will be able to stop after the next chapter. Add. too, that one is so seldom ready to go to bed, never ready to get up. and that morning always seems so far away at night.—To go back to our essay. I read so many ''last chapters that I'm never ready to get up in the morning, and am usually so sleepy during the day that it's all I can do to keep awake. Naturally, after dozing all day. I’m always very wide awake at night. So I give myself the same little talk the next evening and again proceed to repeat the whole performance. I wonder how many of the people who give that glorious advice “Live in the Present. have ever tried it. Not many. I'll wager. But poor deluded soul that I am. it is only in the clear, cold morning light that I can see the fallacy of this blighting motto. It is now night—I should copy the essay I wrote this morning, and have it ready to hand in early in the morning. but it's time for Glenn Miller. Everyone will be talking about him tomorrow. It's my duty to listen, martyr though I am. I can copy the essay in the morning, during Chapel period. “Live in the Present—let come what may. The future will take care of itself. Enjoy yourself now. Ruth Caley. XII 4? one Where has he gone to? Why has he left? Why did he go away To leave me bereft? Oh, Lord. I loved him More than you know. Where did you take him? Why did he go? Now all is darkness. The light of the day, It cannot reach me Since he’s away. Lord, give me comfort! Lord, give me strength! So I may face the day With all its length. Lord, help me! help me! All through the night. And be there with me If there's no light. Honorable Mention Prose and Poetry Contest - 80- Sally Atwood. VIII Sndian ftummer The heat of summer suns is gone But still the sunshine lingers on. The icy blasts that winter brings Arc not yet felt. The bird still sings. Sings a song of work that’s done. Of joys complete, of battles won. The trees have cast away their green As if in some bold painter's dream The yellow, purple, red and gold Were spilled upon them. And behold! Beyond the lake the sun’s last rays Fringe with red the purple haze. The Indian summer night is still But for whispering winds beyond the hill. These winds make the bright leaves fall One by one till morning. All The ground is covered densely, too. With golds and reds of every hue. The Indian summer day is long Enough for me to sing my song. The wood will soon be lone and bare So all its joys now let us share. Oh. Indian summer, most lovely part Of life, be ever in my heart. Jane Lee Jackson. X lonctfome £onb A small insignificant road wound its way aimlessly through sweltering fields of wheat. Each stalk stood motionless and seemed breathless, exhausted. The road was dry and thirsty with lack of rain, even the stones were bleached and parched. In the ditches, on either side, the spindly shoots of grass were wilted and brown. The heat shimmered upward as the sun burned down. The dust, lying listlessly, was eager to rise should the least breath of wind disturb the merciless heat of the August afternoon. The only sound that disturbed the oppressiveness was the uneven staccato chirp of the grasshopper, as he rased the helpless crops, all unseen. There was no sign of life, not even a house, only a straggling wire fence which wandered along, a lonely companion to the road. The only marks of habitation were the unending fields of wheat and the dusty. lonesome road. Barbara Bissell. XII - 81 - fflountain Sunrise In the very early morning When all is hushed and still. Waiting for a miracle. It comes! A flush of pink behind the eastern peaks. But breathless soon, you marvel most to see The crimson snow-topped summits in the west. They sparkle and dance and grow larger Until you believe you've seen a miracle. A western morning sun. While you're still entranced, quite suddenly. As if he had just lashed the horses. Apollo's chariot careens o'er the crests And the miracle vanishes. Virginia Taylor. X loneliness Tonight, while in my lonely room. I thought of you. And as I sat before the fire wondering what to do. I then recalled the blissful days, when we two were together In hopes to lose all loneliness in bliss that none could sever. And as I sat there deep in thought, the walls about me faded. I saw a sunny old stone wall, a stream, and cottage by it. I must have sat for hours there dreaming in my easy chair. But suddenly my dreams took wings, and I was left with mortal things. I'm old and broken, sad and lone, with nothing left to call my own. Only to sit and think, and brood with loneliness my only mood. Sheila Devaney. IX 3 frfci I didn’t want to go skiing. I knew I didn't, and Helen made me. Now look at me. hobbling around on a cane, aged before my time. It will be two weeks before I’m my old self again. I probably never shall be the same. It may influence my whole life. In two weeks I’ll be so sick of playing bridge that I'll never play again, and I must play bridge. One owes it to society. It’s all Helen’s fault. For years to come I shall have to go around and explain that it is Helen’s fault that I'm a social outcast and don't play bridge. I told her I didn't want to go skiing, and what did she do? She made me go! I guess I'm too easily influenced. Helen told me the glories of the fresh air. and then, confidentially. that her mother would kill her if she didn't go. Well, I didn't want -82- to be branded as an accomplice in murder, so I agreed to go. After the usual red underwear, three pairs of socks, drawer full of sweaters and pocket full of Kleenex had been disposed of on our persons, we left. On the way out Helen talked lightly of how much the fresh air would do for us. and of how much better we would feel after the exercise. I tried hard to believe it. in fact I even went so far as to agree with her. and this is the result! An ankle which is a queer shade of green, and twice its normal size. As we bumped gently to a standstill at the foot of the hill. I remarked casually. It looks icy. doesn't it? No!” roared Helen, it’s just your imagination. Cocky.” We piled out of the car. and I expected to return full of vim. vigor and vitality. Oh. how wrong I was! As we labored up the hill, which turned out to be a mountain, I thought of how nice it would be to be sitting at a bridge table, coke in hand! Now my wish has come true only too quickly. I never want to see another bridge table! But to get on with our mountain climb—we finally reached the summit, but as usual the snow looked whiter on the other hill. Well, everything was going along fine, and I really was feeling healthy and hearty. I had accomplished my stein turn and was beginning to feel that maybe 1 really could ski. But then came that fateful moment. We were on our way home, feeling much the better for the exercise, and with the happy thought that Helen’s mother wouldn’t kill her. I stood bravely at the top of the hill. I mean mountain, and watched Helen catapult down the incline. I gathered my nerve together, and started down. I gathered speed as I progressed and began to wonder why people thought skiing was so difficult. Why there’s nothing to it. I thought to myself, and had visions of being in the Olympics. But then that dreadful moment came. A gust of wind started to blow my hat off: I reached up frantically to catch it when I hit the icy spot which Helen had told me was my imagination. As I rolled over and over, my life passed before me. and I thought of all my sins. A French paper that should have been in on Monday flashed before me. and I recollected with horror the time I had skipped study hall. Then I cracked my head and stopped moving. I heard a horrified voice query. Are you dead? and I gave a low moan and answered — Yes—My ankle. I gasped. Can you move it? asked Helen. It's in a terrible position.” I finally managed to untangle myself and with the help of ski-poles, skis, and Helen I reached the car. After a painful trip during which Helen informed me that I would feel better for the exercise even if I had sprained my ankle. I arrived home. The family stared at my crippled shape and asked me the why. when and wherefores of my accident. I finally reached the seclusion of my room, and sank onto my bed in despair. I watched my ankle slowly inflate, and idly wondered if my foot would rise up like a balloon. I have now played at least twenty rubbers of bridge and downed an equal number of cokes. I never want to see another deck of cards. Now I’m a fugitive from a bridge table. I knew I didn’t want to go skiing anyway. - 83 - Elizabeth Cochran. XII £ ur Cree In autumn our tree is a gypsy With tattered skirts of crimson and gold. Bending and swaying in time To a wild melody sung by the wind. In winter she is a princess Crowned with glittering icicles. And the snow flakes calmly falling Wrap her in a cloak of ermine. Oh cloak of white, thou mystic sight So lately fallen round. My world, this morn did you transform. I gazed with thrill profound. Last night, you swept the woods and plains With powder soft and clean. Whose hand adorned each tiny twig And left a dainty scene? My window pane, in aspects new. Was glazed with pictures quaint. And pictured there was heaven itself. Lucid it was. then faint. Helen Raynolds, XII lihnttr Ann Leslie. X It Printrmps. Silence Le ciel est bleu. Les jours sont chauds Les nuits sont claires Avec la lune et les etoiles. II est minuit: II fait silence. Comme les etoiles eclatent! 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