Northrop Collegiate School - Tatler Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

Text from Pages 1 - 120 of the 1941 volume:

N N ,0 $m w v . g3 ' V. .... R --------- o 1k '4 OUNDE 90 x - tobpo D 9 RATED N 7 6 i : PUBLISHED BY NORTHROP COLLEGIATE SCHOOL MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA We affectionately dedicafe this 1941 TATLER t0 MISS EDITH AVES loyal and devoted friend to N orthrop C ollegiate School FACULTY Ethel Maude Spurr ........................ 4 ............ Principal Flora E. Brewer .......................................... Latin Christine Kinnaird . . . . . . . . . ........................... English Mary F. Hale ........................................... French Josphine B. Garst .................................... Science Irene Merrill .......................................... History Madelaine N. Scott ....................................... Latin Ethel E. Pease ................................... A. . Mathematics Rdth A. Heintz ......................................... French Marion E. Goodale .................................. Mathematics Blanche Barnhart ....................................... English Virginia Burns ........................... Social Studies and Science Therese B. Kaltenbacher ......................... French and German Isabella A. Marzolf .................................. Fifth Grade Jane Springer ...................................... Fourth Grade Catharine A. Cram ................. L . . . . Speech, Creative Dramatics Anne Wilson ....................................... Librarian Maude C. Thompson ................................. Third Year Myrtle Bintliff . . . . .................................. First Year Romaine Root ........................................... Music Gertrude Rosamond, . .................................. Piano Frances Kelly ........................................... Piano Helen Dalton .................................. Physical Education Helen Shoemaker ............................... Physical Education Jean Duncan .............................................. Art Norma Bierbauer 1 . Edith F. Aves ? ............................... Executlve Staff Maxine Millar J TRUSTEES Arthur M. Hartwell, President Clarence E. Hill, Treasurer Albert H. Crosby, Vice President Leonard G. Carpenter Mrs. Rufus R. Rand. Jr. Mrs. Folwell W. Coan Mrs. Stuart W. Rider James E. Dorsey Robert C. Woodworth F. Peavey Heffelfinger Mrs. Valentine Wurtele Frederick C. Lyman Mrs. Ernest S. Mariette, ex offlcio W. Hubert Kennedy OFFICERS OF THE PARENTS AND TEACHERS ASSOCIATION Mrs. Ernest S. Mariette .................................. President Mrs. XVillard A. Morse .......................... First Vice President Mrs. James F. Sutherland ...................... Second Vice President Mrs. W. Brown Taylor ................................. Treasurer M'rs. George R. Dunn ........................... Recording Scretary Mrs. Wilhelm C. Preus ...................... Corresponding Secretary FOREWORD TODAY the spirit of Americans everywhere is one of serious patriotism. In these times there is more need thah ever for useful and loyal citizens. In this spirit we have chosen uBuilding for Citizenship as the theme for the 1941 Tatler. We want to show how Northrop Collegiate School helps to build useful citizens by training its graduates in qualities of citizenshipeLeader- ship, Fellowship, Service, Appreciation, and Leisure. 6W k4 LEADERSHIP uWON'T SOMEBODY please help me clean up the Sen- ior Room? vainly murmurs class president Julie as she industriously tackles the impossible. But Julieis reputation for keeping that chaos in order is not her only accomplishment. . Ah, no, . far from that! She is the undisputed mainstay of the second- -soprano section, and when she 1511 t deep 1n a dream of Bach, Beethoven, or that other person, she can be heard singing disjointed phrases of madrigals. Julie is our class philosopher, and she must incorporate some of these deep thoughts into her term papers which are peerless masterpieces. 'tJust ask Miss Kinnaird. i J u11e is unique in that she 1s the sole member of the Senior Anti-Bridge League, and not infrequently when the bidding becomes shrill do we hear an irate iiOh, shut up! emanating from the corner chair. Wellesley is her choice for the next four years, and we'll bet our lives that with her endless perseverance she'll have a successful college career. 'JULIE HHH BURHET mHRY HUGE mBGUUGH ABOVE THE indistinguishable mumblings regularly heard at 8:25 1n the Senior Room comes a sleepy voice shouting Brenton, Bronson, Burnet. . . As usual everyone goes on about her business as it is only Gue attempting to take the morning attendance. Later on in the morning she can be heard vainly pleading with Miss Aves to omit her name from the tardy list. Besides amazing us with her dramatic ability, Gue has kept us all in high Spirits with her rare sense of humor and her never-fading sun-tan acquired during Easter vacation Gue expects to go to Wellesley next year where we know she 11 be as priceless to them as she 15 to us. IF THE OCCUPANTS of Northrop have occasionally felt the walls of the school vibrating very vigorously within the last year, it is probable that Ziba has just uttered one of her rare and classic remarks from be- hind a movie magazine in the Senior Room. Ziba,s stunning appearance was shown 0Hr royally at the French Tea at which she modeled. Her neat bangs and dark originality are the envy of us all. She is probably our most methodical member. Her routine includes regular shifting from outdoor coats to blazerewith- out which we have never seen her texcept' 1n the coat closeU . Another of her customary. habits 1s forsaking the distractions of study hall to whiz down to a back seat in the library. We congratulate her for being the only senior whose life 1sn t an open book. The more we know her the better we like her and we know how lucky Erskine is to have her entering its portals next year. fHHHY ElIZHBETH BREIHUH HHHBY BRUNSUH BRONSON SHUFFLES into the Senior Room with her shoes falling off. Her well known aversion to this article of clothing is quite obvious. Also her ability to break the greatest number of test tubes in the least time is recognized with awe. Bronsels look of concen- tration in all classes comes from her absorption in sketching architectural plans for houses. Without Nancy's frantic efforts the Tatler would have been without llAds this year, and the dramatic club would have lacked a bubbling president. Hers is a contradic- tory personality, and Bronse's moods vary from cyni- cal pessimism to laughing good humoreshe is even able to laugh when someone trumps her good ace. Nancy's cute face with its snub nose will be missed a great deal next year. HBE QUIET, KIDS! I,ve got to study my biology? says Dottie as she takes the most comfortable chair 1n the room She has managed, however With prac- tically no effort, to spend the entire year studying 1n the Senior Room. This year Dottie excelled as chair- man of the Entertainment Committee The dance in February 1s ample proof of her success Her sparkling eyes and vivacious spirits keep us guessing as to where her affections will turn next. There are rumors float- ing around that sheis given him up for good--or was itthat southern trip? Dottie has definite artistic abil- ity, and often her latest dress designs appear in her wardrobe. Smith College is Dottieis choice, and We hope that they Will withstand the onslaught of her w1t. DURUIHY HELEN CHILTON mHRY JEHHHE BLHRH WHOOSH! BANGI In one of her mad, morning dashes down the back hill comes Clarkie. School bound stu- dents scatter for the safety of a tree. Why she dashes is still a mystery, as usually Mary arrives ten to twen- ty minutes early. Inevitably it is Clark who pulls us out of the depths. of despond. Her opera singer and danseuse a la comique never yet have failed to amuse usfeven after the heaviest exam Aside from the comic, though, Mary 13 an ardent participant in the Dance Club and 15 sure to be seen gracing all its per- formances. We are certain that with her innumerable talents and humorous characterizations, she will have an assured place at Smith next year. hOH, FRANNY, are you going home after school? pleads a classmate hoping for a ride in hJunior, the allvpurpose station wagon. Many a shoe would be worn through if it were not for Frannyts generosity in taking anyone almost anywhere at any time. Dur- ing her three years at Northrop she has been the nightingale of our class, and has successfully served as president of the Glee Club this year. Besides being one of the class bridge fiends, Franny is known for her numerous original and eccentric coiffures. We leave to Stephens the privilege of further developing her talents. FRHHCES IRENE DIHSIHUUR SHRHH DENISE GERlUE 4' SALLY's HOSPITALITY along with wonderful food plus amusement room are a source of pleasure to all of us. Off hand we would say that collecting jewelry and clothes are her hobbies This year Sally has been fuliilling her family 3 hope by being one of the main- stays of the alto section of the Glee Club She 18 one of the chief contributors of magazines to the Senior Room, and 1s often found deeply engrossed in reading Superman. During spring vacation Sally went South, and we now hear that Texas 15 her favorite state. Sal- ly's future is unpredictable, but we know that she will be a success, whatever she does. NO MATTER how early some ambitious senior may arrive at school, Helen is always there to greet her. We toast munchers often wonder how she manages to do it. Perhaps this is the reason that she is the brain of the class. Besides being one of the most active members of the Glee Club, Helen has been a very effi- cient co-editor of the Tatler this year. Since she cut her hair last spring her titian locks and new coiffure have been the envy of us all. Helen plans to attend the iiU next year where she doubtlessly will be appreci- ated as much as she has been here. HELEN IHHRGHRET HHRPER HIM HERSEY HEARSE with her infectious laughter and glamorous hair, styled by Ginger, is one of the most valuable members of our class. Arising at 8:05, she often ar- rives at school still munching her toast shouting something about bThey forgot to wake me. At al- most any time of day Ann may be found either dab- bing on the ceiling of the Senior Art Project, fulfllling her duties as co-editor of the Tarler, or hiding from Miss Shoemaker's posture class. Much to our relief, Hearse has taken up card tricks instead of unconscious- ly trumping her partner's aces. RELFIE, the beautiful or dizzy blond of the class, provides many of the hair-raising ideas that help make the Senior Room a riot room. With the subtlest sense of humor we have yet seen, and an unexpected seriousness tat timese she puzzles and amusesevery- one. Anne is a member of the Dance and Glee clubs and has managed the snapshots for the Tarler this year. Between her various activities at N. C. S. and her mail from the East, Anne is a very busy girl. This may not be remedied next year when she goes East to school, but at least she will be saving postage. LOUISE HHHE RELF 20 HllllE RIBHHRDS iiHI, YA, KIDS, anybody want to dance? And thus school is officially started for the day in the Senior Room. Pano has now achieved her main ambition in lifeegraduationl Her annual trip to Sun Valley, and the tan she brings back are envied by all of us. This year we hear she fell very hard-while skiing? Pano is a regular attendant of the Saturday B. Y. L tbring your own lunchl but she complains that she never has a thing to wear. lWe wonder at this last statementj The furor caused by the shearing of her long blond locks was indescribable. We hope Erskine will appreciate Panols sense of humor which has lifted us many times from heaviest gloom. MISS PEASE knocks on the Senior Room docreHIs Ellen there? Promptly our League President, Miss Spurrhs right hand man, and the pride and joy of the senior class, emerges from a nonchalant game of bridge and leaves the room. For twelve years El has given herrundivided attention to N. C. 8., and whethv er it be hockey, Glee Club, the dance, or speaking twith that bveddy English accenO, you can be cer- tain that the inevitable black tresses and knee highs will warrant recognition. We shall miss Rider next yearethose open houses tooebut we wish her all the luck in the world, and know that she'll be a worthy addition to Smith College. ELLE HUNTINGTON RIDER 21 22 EVH HHYE RUTHEHFURU COME ON KIDS! Please come to sports! This is a familiar plea from Rut, our athletic chairman. She is the punch and fire behind our senior teams and has led us often down the road of Victory. There is never a dull moment With Eva around, and we may be cer- tain she will appreciate our every joke with a wrinkle of the nose if not a hearty laugh GI truly admirable qualityf We are all a bit green over those long dis- tance phone calls and daily fan mail. Eva has done many a graceful turn for dance club and has been one of Northrop's more beautiful members for seven years. She is planning to frequent Erskineis halls next year. Lucky Erskine! ON THIS PAGE you see the'beaming countenance of our most cheerful classmate. Many a very weary and long day has had a gleam from Marjls merriment. She has been able, busy, and dependable all year besides keeping her cheery grin everepresent. Aside from numerous small jobs which no one else felt like doing, Marj has undertaken the chairmanship of the Welfare Committee and handled it well. She has proved herself an athlete and has done her neat bits in the Drama Club and the Dance Club. Marjorie has for several years been one of Dunkiels steady stand- bys. We have watched Marjiels art workxgrow stead- ily, and we can guarantee her success with it in the future. The mystery of those unknown telephone calls probably will never cease to ballle us. Marjls dependability, capability, and talents will carry her far without a doubt, but her winning smile and friendliness are what we cheer now, and what we will remember most. mHRJURIE SEYBULD 23 24- HIHI SIEVEHSUH THERE IN NO SENIOR that we would rather tell our jokes to than Annie. Whether it is from politeness or amusement that she doubles up with laughter we donit know, but it certainly is effective. Although she is one of the most thrifty members of the class, she can never make up her mind how to spend her money. People have been known to make bets on whether it will be for a trip to Sun Valley or a car. Her perpet- ually neat hair has been a constant source of amaze- ment and envy to us all. As yet her destination for next year is not determined, but we have a feeling that it will be East. EACH MORNING for five years has found Lizzy drag- ging to school a half block behind Ann and Margie. Dark as the morning may be, she always has a cheery, uHi, keeds! for everybody. Liz with her ceaseless energy and innocent gaze is one of the class iicards. Her keenest interests are strenuous sailing iwhich in- cludes tipping over and swimming and any other sport she is put to. We probably could safely give her the prize for doing the least worrying of any of us, and her absentmindedness furnishes one of our sav- ing graces. We were impressed by Lizzyis professional air on the stage. The word iiscrewball may have lost its original force, but Lizzy and the original iiscrewball' are practically inseparable. Her Wearing boldness at the wheel proves our pointeto say noth- ing of her many completely pointless but hilarious remarks. We leave it to Mount Vernon to find what fun Lizzy is, and we know she will have fun because she always does! ELIZHBETH STEVENSON 25 26 VIRGIHIH VHHDEVER ANY MORNING at 8. 30 Ginger can be seen saunter- ing nonchalantly into the senior room- Oh, ish, how vile! Have you marked me absent already? Oh, well, can t you leave it that way, and maybe I won t have to stay half an hour on Friday? Anyone who delves into Gingeris coat pockets does so at her own risk because you can never tell what lies in those pouches. Not infrequently have such miscellaneous articles as combs gum toothbrush, Max Factor lip- stick or even toast crusts been found there. During most any recess or lunch period, those famous brown shoes can be seen dancing expertly to the Cuban tem- po. Ginger has been literary editor of the Tatler, and is the Byron of the class. were sure that her carefree independence as well as her charming personality will be appreciated as much at Pine Manor as they have been at N. C. S. UOH, GROANS WEBBIE, I have so much to do! as she sinks down on the couch, with her chemistry book. Is it all work? Her versatility in all extra-cur- ricular activities tart, the dance, dramatics, and ath- leticsl amazes the entire senior class. We would hate to have to count the numerous mittens and socks that she has knitted during the year. Webbiels Hollywood waistline inspires almost all of us to diet vigorously. Correspondence with Amherst and flirtations at home keep us all guessing. mHRY lUBEHE lUEBSlER 27 28 JUHHDE UJITHIER IF A STRANGER were to walk into school and see .a dynamic, though small figure with misty hair and rolling eyes dashing down the hall With a sheaf of lists and rushing into E. E. Pfs room, it would prob- ably be Wit, our League Vice President. Since she is the backbone of the alto section of Glee Club and Madrigal, she might be singing something like HWel- come Sweet Pleasure from dawn to dusk, much to the displeasure of those trying to study in the Senior Room. Then again she might be mumbling lines from a play owing to her dramatic activities. In spite of her cooing demands for the iirst letters of the answers in recitation, Wit probably has the largest accumula- tion of miscellaneous knowledge of any of us, and her nickname aptly expresses her personality, for she has contributed much to the ridiculous as well as to the serious. She has done splendid work 1n the commit- tees, clubs, and in the oHices she has held, as well as having put zip into the Senior Room-all of which just goes to show that the best things often come in small packages! CLASS PROPHECY In our class there are lots of graces, Talent, charm and lovely faces. Though right now we may seem dumb This is what we think will come. In fashion notes you soon will see Gowns styled by Ziba, exclusively. uBronse will be an architect Until her home she does erect. Julie's future we see with ease; Shelll be a female Socrates. uDot with her designing ways Will have a career that really pays. Mary Clark, with imp-like beauty, Will end up as a chorus cutie. Frannie will grace the stage of the Met And many ovations she will get. Sal, the smallest of us all Has now acquired a Texan drawl. Helen Harper in her prime Will be the editor of Time. uHersef at bridge, still has the knack Of bidding on a Queen or Jack. For Gue we do plainly see The Nobel prize in chemistry. Watch out for Relf, sheis dynamite! She might go up in smoke some night. When HPanols through with verbs and Caesar She'll become a gal of leisure. On Ellen R. we do confer The honor to succeed Miss Spurr. uRut, the Venus of our class, Will someday be a working lass. llMargie,l with her smiling face Will always be a girl of grace. liLizzy will her past combat As wife of foreign diplomat. Ann's thrifty ways have carried her far Address: Sun Valley; means: a new car. Gingefs just got one brown shoe The other one is worn right through. iiWebbie, as you doubtless know Will rival Michelangelo Our iiWit no longer has to write; For Winnipeg is now in sighte The future we have tried to probe, By gazing in our crystal globea Welve tried to see what lies ahead To learn which path each one will tread. 29 3O Versatile, aren' t they ? Usual occupation Unusual occupation Highlights in the Senior Room Left: One of those house parties Right: NOW, about those conferences Left: Wit Center: Anyone want a ride downtown? Right: I think it was 1492. Left: Olga, Ingrid, Alma, and Astrid Right: Let us at the food! Lower right: Painting the room Left: Never a dull moment! Right: We don t know who, do you? Left: The pres Center: M. A. McGough, interior decorator Right: Whafs so funny, Pano? 3 l 32 LETTER TO UNDERCLASSMEN FROM A SENIOR Dear Friends: To my great surprise, I have found that behind the forbidding door of the Senior Room lies neither a den of wolves, heaven, a restaurant, study hall, peace and quiet, nor liberty and justice for all. Wondering eyes have watched seniors enter the portals of this sacred domain for many years. My purpose is to remove a little of the wonderment in those eyes. The Senior Room is a wonderful place though it is not the perfect heaven we pictured in the seventh grade. Nevertheless, there is nothing quite so exalting as the first weeks of being a senior. Everybody in the school considers you grown upeyou think. Miss Spurr tells you that you are about to set a long string of examples. The red ties tie better and look shiny and impor- tant. The schedule is new and easier than the year before. Committee heads get appointed and pride swells more. The awful condition of the Senior Room is the immediate problem, and every- one rummages around for new decorations. Lockers are taken. UK word to the wiseecome down the day before school. You never get the one you reserved at the end of last yearJ Magazines. records and food seem like paradise after all those years in study hall. The omnipotent seniors sink deeply into the comfortable chairs and sprawl ungracefully upon the floor. Life is just too perfect! Within a week discussions start. From that time on everybody gradually learns everything about everybody else. All manner of things are hashed out thoroughly. The seniors know all the virtues and vices of all of the seniors and the faculty plus about two-thirds of the lower classmen. The seniors learn of the seniors' love affairs, the seniors' opinions on life and religion, the seniors' secret desires, the seniors' brands of lipstick. and the seniors' various methods of putting up hair. You never know till youive gone through it how much you will learn in the senior room. When winter comes on, people begin to have new hairdos and new dance steps. Christmas vacation becomes the central topic of conversation. This inexhaustible subject leads to all kinds of day-dreaming. College blanks come out, representatives come, and large castles are built in the muddy gray sky. Skating doesn't have the glamor of earlier days. You are all so good that we seniors dislike lowering our pride to skating on the seats of our ski pants. Before anyone realizes it, Christmas vacation is upon us. After that glorious period, no other topic of conversation is distinguishable in the Senior Room roar. People home from schools away, visit and afterwards are discussed from wedgies to pompadour. Exams. Enough said. You know about blue books. The driest season of the year follows. Only with considerable effort are frequent explosions in the Senior Room avoided. Seniordom is no longer stardom. Seniors know too well the secrets of seniors' lives. The interest in the luxuries of our domain is-lost. The records are broken or stale. Magazines are old and thoroughly thumbed through. The comfortable chairs are always taken and the floor is either too cold, too hot, or just too hard. Bridge becomes the only solution. This pastime varies in intensity from casualness to ferocious controversy. Other interests lie in discovering people in lower classes, getting into trouble, stale jokes, and mail.. Spring vacation approaches amid great chatter and passes in various ways. Tan faces and legs become the most precious possessions of a few. Spring comes upon us like a fever. Dazed eyes stare out of wide-open windows. Work seems impossible. A new batch of records appear. and because it's spring, people take time to learn the words. Tickets must be sold. Programs come off successfully with long sighs of relief at their passing. The teachers come out of their after Christ- mas blue funk. Bridge is abandoned to a certain degree for window gazing and Tatler work. Talk begins about graduation. Astonishingly enough it is you to whom it is told that white shoes must be worn June third, that flowers must go to your homes. and that you must arrange the graduation program. This big event begins to creep down from the sky and to part company with your other dreams. Though the work is heavier and exams begin to loom their unwelcome heads, life is once more the glorious life of the first days of school. Senior pride again glows. So you see, my friends, if we have seemed a little high-hat or a little too snooty to you, it is only because we know each other better than you. We have in common the universe of the Senior Room. The Senior Room is a collection of seniors' personalities. We pass on to you with a bit of envy our room and all its glory. Messy or neat, bright or gloomy it will be the center of each and everyone's nnest year at Northrop. With best wishes for a happy year ahead, JULIE ANN BURNET 3W M FELLOWSHIP .. I; .. i it u. tmxnxnmiun s gala ,5 THE CLASS OF 1942 THE TRADITION of junior wands is as much a part of Com- mencement as the senior caps and gowns. Here some of the jun- iors get the colors ready for the Class of '41, and reflect that in one short year someone will be winding their colors for the Commencement ceremony. The rest of this large class were probably planning uJ-S or scouting for Red Cross workers when we got this picture. iiJ-S', is another Htradition, but the sponsoring of Red Cross work was a new project this year that profited from the energy of the Class 0f 42. CLASS OFFICERS SALLY STEVENS ...................................... President JANE LEE JACKSON ............................ Secretarg-Treasurer 35 36 Left: uDidnet I see your face in eLifeCW Center: Gossip rages during recess. Right: Becoming, donot you think? Left: Rich in dextrose, the energy food Right: Daytime glamour Left: I, myself, don,t indulge Center: Miss Pease-vjust one of the girls Right: Ah, there he is! I Left: We all know how you feel. Center: eCensored 0 Right: I,Ve got my love to keep me warm. Left: Calling Mr. Zeigfield Middle: Siamese twins Right: There are smiles that make him happy--there are . . . Left: eeYes, I have been called Venus! Middle: The plant is dead, but love lives on. Right: Yes, I have taken posture lessons? Left: Ah! 3 green connoisseur Middle: HHOW shall I greet him? Right: The Shining Hour Left: Hansome?! Middle: Fur bearing animal Right: uSmile, darn you, smile Left: Where to now? Middle: Is this her one and only? Right: Well, if you ask me, I think hes pretty nice! 37 38 THE CLASS OF 1943 HERE YOU SEE the members of the sophomore class in one of their more thoughtful moods as they are improving their minds by listening to the records of Julius Caesar. Not to be outdone by the juniors and seniors this year, the sophomores undertook the planning and executing of the Red Cross tea which was an enormous success. They seem to have a mania for teas, for they had a great deal to do in preparing for the French Tea also. Although they are the smallest sophomore class in years, it must be remembered that it is quality not quantity that counts! CLASS OFFICERS JANET MILLER ....................................... President RITA ANN ROTERING ........................... Secretary-Treasurer Left: It must be love! Center: Photogenic. Right: Our future chorus girl! Left: School must be over. Center: Shucks, kids! Right: That innocent expres- sion. Left: In the groove! Center: That's just about all of us! Right : Recesse- Left: UPetunia. Center: uShoey. Right: Glamour pose. Left: Why so sad? Center: Oh, Elmer! Right: It must be a uniform! Left: Lyman bears the load. Centet: Not again! Right: Always before the cam- era. 39 4O THE CLASS OF 1944 ENTHUSIASM, energy, activityethese are the passwords in the freshman class. Basketball is a new activity in grade nine, and their gym period found them eager to play. In the early spring the freshmen turned iiclassic and im- pressed us With their erudition in a Latin playethe first pre- sented at Northrop in six yearseGaudiamus igatur! CLASS OFFICERS DOROTHY BARNES ..................................... President SALLY ATWOOD .............. '. ................ Secretary-Treasurer Left: Why so disapproving, Kendall? Center: Hep to the jive. Right: Coy! Left: It must be Latin verbs. Center: Harriet takes Hawkins for a ride. Right: Janette works on Bun- dles for Britain. Left: Who is up there, Knobby? Center: Barnes. Right: Mona Lisa. Left: Duncie and UThe Gang. Center: Truax poses; Little Stacy. Right: Just Stevie. Left: Bennett! Give Dickie a chance! Center: Miss Scott. Right: A Pepsodent grin. Left: Really studying, Doneth? Center: Sunlight and Sukey. Right: Smith and Colman in Freshman room. 4l 42 GRADE VII I TRIMMING THE CHRISTMAS TREE is an annual custom in the eighth grade. Later the toys collected by the seventh grade are distributed from around the tree, and the tree is taken to the Northeast Neighborhood House. CLASS OFFICERS JANETHOMAS.................,........t.............President MARY WURTELEt..t..t.........t..t.......A.eSecretary-Treasurer GRADE VII EARLY WINTER finds the members of the seventh grade busy collecting toys for children of the Northeast Neighborhood House. Making them gay with Christmas wrappings is fun for all of the class. CLASS OFFICERS ROSALIE HEFFELFINGER ................................ President NORMA RITZ ................................. Secretary- Treasurer 43 44 MRS. B. AND HER BROOD Left: Trying to reduce? Center: One of those artists. Right: It must be funny. Left: The future looks bleak. Right: That satisfied grin. Left: uWho dragged me down here, anyway? Left center: That angelic smile. Right center: HThose girls Right: HHurry up! I haven't done my French. Left: It's a wonderful world. Center: President Thomas. Right: Kinda corny, Willief' Left: Pretty pose. Center: Penny for your thoughts! Right: Jeanie With the light brown hair. Left: She broke the camera. Center: Heart broken? Right: Alice, what is so un- pleasant? Left: It must be love. Center: Double exposure. Right: ths over there, Hedy? A GEOGRAPHY CLASS seems to be keeping the sixth grade busy. We found them al- ways busyeif it wasnht geography or science or arithmetic, it was wood carving or Scout work that beneflted from their enthusiasm. T h e T A T L E R thinks they will be a grand addition to the upper school next year. GRADE V GRADE VI WE HEARD that the fifth grade was plan- ning and producing a dramatization of Cinderella. and so we hurried to get this picture of them work- ing out costumes. Drama Club had better keep its eye on this group. The Tat- ler prophesies dra- matic talent for fur ture Northrop plays. 45 46 LOWER SCHOOL BOOK WEEK in November was a feast of books for these end thusiastic young readers. It was conveniently near to Christmas and an exciting oppore tunity to put iifavorites on Christmas lists. By spring the fourth grade had found a new adventureacar- ing for a family of hooded rats. In addition to their social study iitravels, Grade III made an exciting excursion to the Walker Gallery to study Mrs. King's dolls. And did you know that the second grade has been to the NU ? A visit to the University campus was just one of their numerous trips in the study of their city. Left: Adele poses for the cam- era. Right: Brownies party for Northeast Neighborhood children. Left: Art class. Right: Heap big chief. Left: Romantic, isn't it? Right: Sun-bathing beauties. Left: Tut-tutl What are you reading? Right: HWe don't get it. Left: Northeast Neighborhood children. Right: Ditto. 47 48 Left: Glee QM Club. Center: Chorus beauties. Right : Really, Joanne! Left: I've heard that one! Center: Hello! Right: Bathed in the brightness. Left: Why so glum? Center: CuO+HgSO4:CuSO4 +H30. Right: Pleasant interview. Left: Pass me the incense pot! Center: Miss Kinnaird and friends. Right: Miss Millarhdoes she seek Lincoln, Stalinhor sen- iors? away 104 SERVICE NORTHROP LEAGUE THE LEAGUE COUNCIL is made up of five league oflicers and the presidents of the classes seven through twelve and the treasurers of classes nine through twelve. A plan was employed this year whereby the topics of discussion in the Council were also brought before the classes for consideration. The results of these meetings were then acted upon by the Council. As in other years, the study hall under the direction of the Vice-President, continued its plan of student supervision. A large meeting of the classes in the study hall was held in January to discuss problems. Out of this meeting came definite suggestions for improvement. We believe the League has been strengthened by these larger group discus- sions, and that the Council action has become more representative of the thought of the student body. This year the League Council was affiliated with the Northwest Federation of Student Councils. We feel that the success of the League this year was due greatly to the help and guidance of our adviser, Miss Pease, and to the leadership of Ellen Rider. ELLEN RIDER ....................................... . . President JOANNE WITMER ........................... . . . . Vice-President PATRICIA WALLING ..................................... Secretary ANN SHELDON ................................ . . , . . . . .Treasurer DOROTHY DUNN ............................... Assistant Treasurer 5! 52 WELFARE WE WAGED a very successful campaign last fall for the Welfare Fund and also for the Community Fund. At Thanksgiving time the whole school most generously contributed food which enabled us to send baskets along with checks to the Family Welfare, the Northeast Neighborhood House, and the Children's Protective Society. Some of the Welfare Committee helped pack and distribute baskets at the Neighborhood House. At Christmas time the seventh grade collected a quantity of toys which were given to the Northeast Neighborhood House and the Children s Protective Society. Several other gifts were also given at this time. It has been a great pleasure to the Welfare Committee to have been able to maintain scholarships for two Edison High School girls We were privileged 1n having Miss Margaret Brown speak to us on the con- ditions of housing 1n Minnesota. A group of girls visited the Sumner Field Hous- ing Project and found it very interesting and educational. The Welfare Committee gave their annual outdoor spring party for the chil- dren from the Neighborhood House. The committee wishes to express its sincere appreciation for all the help that Miss Hale has given throughout the year. COMMITTEE MARJORIE SEYBOLD . . a L ................................. Chairman SALLY GERWE MARY HILL ANNE RICHARDS NANCY TRUAX FRANCES DINSMOOR JANETTE JOHNSTON ELIZABETH WOODWORTH MARTHA STRUTHERS JANE LEE JACKSON ROXBURY HYDE GRACE MARIETTE GIRL SCOUTS 'FHE NORTHROP TRooptHSSCOUTsisa hxgeonethm yuu.1n addition to their regular training, they have had a part in Red Cross work. When we came for a picture, we found them practicing first aid work. They showed us their skill both in artificial respiration and in bandaging, but Tatler liked this picture. The Scouts are loyal in their praise of their troop leaders, Miss Jane Pillsbury and Miss Barbara Hill. , ,V '31:! 4 aw stakaes BROWNIES YOU HAVE SEEN the beautiful afghan the Brownies made this year, and here it is in construction! With the guidance of their leader, Miss Shoemaker, the Brownies have knitted for Red Cross, and entertained children from the Northeast Neighbor- hood House at a playday. 54 Left: Crack the whip. Center: Skating. Right: uDalty. Left: The rope s rather tangled, isn't it? Top Center: Miss Aves. Lower Center: Miss Thompson. Right: Little Polly Case. Left: She looks happy. Center: It must be spring. Right: One of the numerous Wurtles. Left: We think ifs Harriett Dayton. Center: The third grade, en masse. Right: Going home. 3W; fad APPRECIATION DRAMATICS The M akeeBelieue Gentleman uDARA DARA BASTINARAl' were magic words which made Monsieur Jourdain, wealthy French bourgeois of the seventeenth century, swell to the bursting point with pride and joy. Since Monsieur Jourdain's one overpowering ambition was to become a gentleman, his ego made him quickly accept the artful ruse planned by his future sonein-law in order to marry Lucile Jourdain. Hereby hangs the happy ending of Moliere's ridiculous comedy, llLe Bourgeois Gentilhomme, presented by the Dramatic Club under the line direction of Miss Cram in Novem- ber. The cast really merited the praise they received for the performance of this three-act play. After the play, however, the activities of the Dramatic Club were by no means linished. At Christmas, the story of the birth of Jesus was beautifully and inspiringly portrayed in tableaux. After vacation the girls themselves undertook the direction of a group of short one-act plays, given at intervals for the Dra- matic Club. The experience gained this year will be very valuable to all of us in the future, and Miss Cram deserves a great deal of praise for her efforts. OFFICERS OF DRAMATIC CLUB NANCY BRONSON ........................................ President MARJORIE SEYBOLD .............................. Secretary-Treasurer 57 LL 58 ART IN ITS NEW LOCATION DOWNSTAIRS, the Art Department has turned out finer things than ever this year. Proof of this fact was the numerous pictures and posters that from time to time have decorated the halls. As usual, the Art Department sponsored the annual art contest, and prizes were given for the best works in many different helds. Probably the largest undertaking that was accomplished all year was the mural for the library painted by Marjorie Seybold and Mary Webster, the chair- men of the Art Committee. As always, especial praise should go to Miss Duncan for her able supervision and inspiration. DANCE THE LIGHTS DIM, the curtain goes up, and the music begins. The stage is a colorful panorama of moving flgures. Another dance program is under way. The gay abandonment of the Folk Dance was in sharp contrast to the con- trolled precision of the Machine Dance. With syncopated smoothness, one of the Gershwin concertos was performed. Of special interest was the Modern Dance, and the beautiful Waltz Ballet. Everything went smoothly because of numerous rehearsals and because of Miss Dalton's valuable suggestions. Miss Cram was largely responsible for the effective lighting, and without Miss Roofs improvis- ing, there never could have been a School Ballet, a satire on the Senior Room, the Madrigal Singers, hockey, and other school events. OFFICERS OF DANCE CLUB MARY WEBSTER ....................................... President MARJORIE SEYBOLD . . . ................................. Treasurer 59 60 MUSIC THE MUSIC DEPARTMENT of Northrop has been very busy this year. Under the able guidance of Miss Root, the Glee Club has done splendid work. The Christmas pageant was especially lovely this year. Against a musical background of Christmas music by the Glee Club and the school, the Christmas story was given in tableaux. Carrying on a tradition started many years ago, the Glee Club went caroling at Christmas time, at the Jones-Harrison Home and the Stevens Avenue Home. These annual trips are enjoyed as much by the girls as they are by the residents of the homes. Miss Root initiated a Madrigal Chorus, in the manner of the 01d madrigal groups of the Middle Ages. The singers sit around a table, and sing Without Me companiment of a director. The madrigal group has been a great success. In February, the Glee Club sponsored a benefit recital for the Minneapolis Symphony Orchestra. Joanna Graudan generously offered to give a recital for us, and the Glee Club raised $325. The climax of the entire year came in the concert on April 25. Besides the numbers by the Glee Club and Madrigal Singers, there were piano solos by Char- lotte Dinsmoor, the accompanist of the Glee Club, and by Carol Quist of the third grade. GLEE CLUB OFFICERS FRANCES DINSMOOR ...................................... President PATTY CURTIN .......................................... Secretary ANN LESLIE ........................................... Treasurer LITERATURE llThe Human Element in Chemistry :k OR ATOM AND EVE CHEMISTRY NEED NOT be a dull and difhcult subject if one will only take the trouble to look at it from a human and personal point of view Study chemistry much as you would study evo- lution! For 1n truth chemistry 15 a kind of evolution. But waitalet me tell you the story of Atom and Eve In the very beginning of time, God put on this earth a particle, Atom and from one of his neutrons ISO the old legend tells usl he created Eve Atom and Eve, who were oppositely charged, found themselves greatly attracted to each other, so they decided to unite chemically and become a molecule. They found a minister tknown to them as a catalysU to marry them. They were a very happy couple and lived together for many eons in their home which they called an atomic structure Ibecause Atom had built i0. During this time they had many ele- ments Ichildren to usy, all with different personalities and characteristics. There were elements of every type in this chemical family. There were elements like Helium, Neon, and Argon. These were known as the droops or goons of the family. They were inert, sluggish, and lazy, and made no attempt to progress either socially or otherwise. They were so lazy and backward that they would not even try to meet other elements, and as a result they spent very boring lives as recluses. Then there was the active and personality girl type of element This was the type that was very popular and who was always seen out with a different element. These girls get mar- ried several times but each time they end at Reno trying to get decomposed tdivorced 1n our lan- guagel A typical example of this gay divorcee group is Hydrogen. Her first husband was Mr Sulphide. Now Mr. Sulphide was a crude and unpolished man and sadly neglected his ap- pearance, much to the distress of his charming wife, and it was his disagreeable and irritating aroma that led to his decomposition. Next we iind our divine divorcee as Mrs. HCL, but Mr. Chlorine had such a ghastly greenish pallor that she could not stand to look at him, so off to Reno she went again. Her last and most successful husband was Mr. Oxygen, and they are hap- pily united as Mr. and Mrs. H20 As I have said, Atom and Eve had all types of elements, fat and thin short and tall. Ura- nium was a heavy and obese element In fact I believe that her atomic weight was 238 Uranium was always 1n the depths of despair, and all her efforts to lose weight were in vain because she could not find a reducing agent Uranium s opposite was Lithium who was thin and scrawny and who was often said to resemble a skeleton, because she had so few electrons in her outer rlng. Sodium was the pride and joy of the family. He was the active, energetic, 'loutdoor type. He was strong and powerful. Why, Sodium, when feeling in the pink of condition, could even smash atoms. There is only one personality left to discuss, and that is the glamor girl of the family, Cop- per Copper was very beautiful She shone and sparkled wherever she went, and even seemed to have a metallic luster about her. Her suitors were those of intrinsic worth such as Gold and Silver. With this sketchy background as to the origin of chemistry, I hope to have awakened 1n you a new and unusual interest in the subject Gossip about the elements! Consider each formula a new romance or love affair, and I am sure that chemistry will soon become your favorite sub- Ject. l: IApologies to Stephen LeacockJ MARY ALICE MCGOUGH. XII, First Prize, Senior Tailer Contest. bl 62 Modern Prologue For this poem I here apologize To those of you who Chaucer eulogize, And humbly beg your pardon for this scrawl On an event that matters not at all. But if it should happen that today The Pilgrims were to start upon their way, Such might be the appearance they would give, That I recount in this short narrative. When the fierce winds of January blow And cover all the land about With snow, Whirl madly through the trees whose limbs are bare, Bleak and uncovered in the freezing air, Then it is that peopleis minds have flown Down to the southland they have oft seen shown On sunny posters and enticing ads Of Winter playgrounds, which are quite the fads. And those to whom this dreary season grants Suflicient time and money for the chance, Especially from Jack Frost,s icy reach, Do hasten to the golden sun-kissed beach Of Florida, by every streamlined plane. It so happened that in a silver plane I met some travelers, whom I here essay To describe just as they appeared that day. A gentleman there was of supple grace, With light gold hair and brows, and burnished face. To outdoor sports he was a devotee, But polo claimed his greatest loyalty. Eight goals his rating; thrice one of the team That yearly goes to play in Argentine. He owned a string of ponies skilled indeed; His suit was casual, of finest tweed. 'Neath southern skies he planned some fish to spear. And I am sure no other person here Could reminisce more glibly, should he try, For he betrayed a twinkle in his eye. There was a gay divorcee in the throng Whom many men had loved tbut none for long. For in her eye a fascination shone, Quite irresistible to men alone. tBut then, it is a tried and proven fact, Most men are dupes, and fall for any act Performed for their especial benefit By women deft of hand and quick of witJ She wore a gown of clinging black velour Which gave to her a Hollywood glamour. Her slender hands were decked with jewels rare, And golden as the sun glistened her hair. Not pretty, but alluring was her face, For art assisted nature in its grace. Her fingernails were long and just the hue Of gushing blood; her full lips matched them, too. A check for alimony in her purse, She wends her way to Palm Beach, not averse To capturing another wealthy spouse. The politician loved a good carouse, In secret, though, for he must keep his name Above reproach in all his state-wide fame. For votes, 3 thousand babies he had kissed; But on the rostrum, he had oft been hissed. As crooked lawyer his career began; In politics he was no better man. His platform sounded: HFor the people's good, And they did not mistrust him as they should. With paunchy stomach and a genial smile, He pulfed a black cigar in grandiose style. Shrewd merchant from the cityls bustling trade Sat near. Any buyer he could persuade. His nose betrayed his nationality, And money he regarded reverently. His black eyes snapped, and nasally he spoke, With gesturing hands and apprehensive look. A dowager of formidable mien Looked down her nose at others on the scene. To ancestors she gave her reverence; To D. A. R. conventions, her presence. Discriminately dressed, she was not late, But early at the airport came to wait. To wait at home she always would decline, lIIf it leaves early, I must be on time. There was a cowboy, six foot two, I guess, With Stetson hat of jaunty slouchiness. His high-heeled ox-blood boots with luster shone, And leather belt with silver buckle owned That he was champion of the rodeo. He, cinched up in the chute, shouts HLet ler go! And bursts out, riding on an outlaw roan. With practiced ease he makes a Nroll-your-own. Longalegge'd and loose-jointed, above all He loves a joke, and talks with friendly drawl. He wants his own small stock ranch, by and by, Near where the mountains rise to meet the sky. These were the human beings thrown by fate Together for a brief but pleasant wait. Perhaps their paths will never cross again, But only Time will eler foretell their end. VIRGINIA TAYLOR, XI, Second Prize, senior Tarler Contest. 63 The Legend of the Star of Minnetonka By the banks of Minnetonka, By the heavln-reflecting water Stood the Wigwam of the old one, Minnewaisee, the old wise one, Learned in the arts of magic, Arts of medicine and magic. Lone he dwelt beside the waters, By the sparkling Minnetonka. 'Til one eventide at sunset, As the dark o'ercame the bright sun, And it sank into the water, Blushing in the golden water, Came a woman, tall and slender To the lodge of Minnewaisee. In her arms a child she carried, Sleeping in her arms, a child. Then she spoke to Minnewaisee. Spoke she, then, in tones of music, i'ln the realms of blinding splendor, In the never-ending blueness, In the heaven's light my home is. I am Ianoma, the shining, Ianoma, the Star of Morning, Daughter of the Moon in Heaven. On the earth a year I wandered, Wedded I a mortal warrior. Once be hunted in the forests, Lone in dark and wintry forests, And the Manitos of mischief, All the cunning Evil Spirits Killed him as he walked alone there, For their evil hearts were jealous Of the warrior's many honors. Now my wanderings are over. Now my father calls me homeward, Homeward to my place in Heaven But this child which I carry, This, my son, is not immortal, So he cannot dwell in Heaven, Tread the pathway of the spirits, Lest some deed of mighty valor Proves him unlike other mortals. I shall leave him in your keeping: Tell him, then, of me, his mother, Of his gallant warrior father. Tell him tales of mighty prowess, Of the feats of Hiawatha, Of the deeds of Mudjekeewis, Mudjekeewis. the great West Wind, So that he will be courageous, Braver than the other mortals. Teach him that all men are brothers, Tho' of different creed or color, So that he will be forgiving, Kind and loving to all mankind. Waniabun. Call this child VVaniabun The brave stardust. Thus the son of Star of Morning Came to live with Minnewaisee, On the shores of Minnetonka By the Heav'n-reflecting water. Minnewaisee, the old wise one, Told the boy long tales of valor And he grew to be the bravest, Braver than all other mortals, Taught him that all men are brothers, And he grew to be forgiving, Kind and loving to his brothers, Grew in beauty as in stature, Shining beauty as the starlight, To a tall and graceful stripling, To a handsome, graceful warrior. Then one evening at twilight, XVhen the dusky skies grew velvet, When the breezes in the heavens Drew the curtains of the night time, Filmy, fluttering in night's breezes, Soft and wavering in the night wind, Waniabun gazed with dream eyes Into stillness of the deep lake, Gazed into the deep, blue water, Saw a sight of fairy beauty, Saw a maiden in the stillness, Lovelier than dreamer's vision, With enchantment of the twilight, With the mystery of the northland, Minnetonka of the blue lake, Spirit of Lake Minnetonka. Waniabun fell in love then VJith the Spirit of the clear lake. Love and longing in his heart burned For the maiden Minnetonka. Nothing said he to the old one Of his love or of the maiden. But when evening shadows lengthened, Then he disappeared within them And gazed into the deep waters. Minnewaisee. the old, wise one, When the youth grew stronger, wiser, Told him of his father's slaying, Of the jealous Evil Spirits, And his heart grew hot within him, Hot with anger toward the Spirits. Vowed he to avenge the murder, Rid the earth of evil craftsmen. So be armed himself for fighting With his tomahawk, his war-club, With his great bow and his arrows, Painted like the sky of evening. Minnewaisee wished him triumph And the blessing of the war god. Thus the youth began his journey, Over brooks and rushing rivers, Over mountains, across meadows, Tangled thickets, gloomy woodlands, Then he thought of Minnetonka. His heart held both love and longing, Anger toward the Evil Spirits, Love for lovely Minnetonka. Then at length he came upon them, Forests where his father hunted, Masses of great, stolid pine trees Biding in their own great power, Drear, forbidding, one huge shadow. Faltered not brave Waniabun, Into the huge shadow strode he, To the cave far in the forest, Where were held the midnight revels Of the cunning mischief-makers. There they were assembled, plotting, Planning wicked deeds and murders. Stealthily crept Waniabun. Hid himself behind a great stone, Had a sudden inspiration, Pushed the stone and sent it rolling, Crashing toward the caves small doorway. Lightning cracked and thunder rumbled. Fast the stone stuck in the doorway. From therein there rose a clamor, Shouting wild and raucous screaming. But brave Waniabun laughed then, iTil the old hills rocked with his mirth, Shook and held their sides with laughter, Rang through forests, roared in valleys, Echoed northern lakes and rivers. For he had not used his weapons, Had not e'en displayed his warpaint. He went home as he had come there. When he told his tale of triumph People said, HKawl Donit believe him. He's a coward and a boasterf' But the Moon, high in the heavens Saw and knew that he was bravest, Braver than the other mortals. So he changed him to a large star To shine with the Star of Morning Dwell in Heaven with his mother. A11 still nights when evening shadows Lengthen over Minnetonka, When men look into the clear lake See the star in the deep water, Shining there as in the Heavens, Then they say, H 'Tis Waniabun Who has left his lamp in Heaven, Burning, glowing in the heavens. He is in Lake Minnetonka, In deep stillness of the water With the maiden, Minnetonka. JANE THOMAS, VIII, First Place, junior Tatler Contest Celestial Sailor Iid like to own a sail boat, And sail the heavens blue. I'd sail right up into the clouds, And sing a song or two. I'd build a little cabin Upon a star nearby. Invite the moon for dinner To have a cherry pie. Iid need to have a banquet For all the other stars, With lots of chocolate ice cream For Jupiter and Mars. After all had had their fun, And I had had my stay, Ild jump right in my sail boat And sail my merry way. MARY LYMAN, X. The Snowman Once there was a snowman. He lived by a wall. It was very cold all day long. One day the sun came up. Poor little snow man! He got littler and littler. NANCY WOODARD, III 65 66 A Dissertation on Womens Shoes A VERY LONG TIME AGO the purpose of shoes Was to protect the feet on which they were worn. They saved many people the trouble which is Caused by a sliver, a piece of broken glass, or a pebble. The old Greeks and Romans made very satisfactory sandals to the end of saving the feet from unnecessary pain. But since that day a change has occurred in shoes which seems to exactly contradict their original aim. Shoes today instead of affording protection for the foot are a direct threat to the physical and mental well-being of the woman. The manufacturers of ladies footwear take a perfectly good shoe, remove the toe, remove the heel counter, add a spike underneath and put them on the market for all to see as the latest thing-a bait for the style-conscious woman. Every woman, naturally desiring to think of herself as up on the latest fashion, will immediately, if it is possible, rush down to the nearest bootery and purchase a pair. Though refusing to admit it, she finds that due to the lack of a toe in the shoe it is absolutely useless to wear it during the rainy season, as every puddle is bound to find its way to her foot through the opening in the toeless shoe. Also, it is impossible to walk anywhere but on a sidewalk, as any stray gravel that is around is sure to torture her by wedging itself directly under or over her toe with that com on it. Owing to the removed heel, the amount of support alforded the foot is negligible. The wearer, not realizing this fact, often wonders why she cannot cavort like a ten-year-old boy and still feel able to stand. One can see many young girls teetering down a street secretly wondering where all the poise they thought they were cultivating has gone. Because of their precarious position atop two to three-inch heels, not only are they unsure of the length of time during which they will be able to maintain a standing position, but also they become unsure of themselves. And why does all this torture go on? Merely so the egotistic female may appear taller if she is short, may disguise the fact that her feet are not as dainty as her neighbor's if they arenit, may feel grown up if she happens to be youthful. It is generally accepted that the greatest joy many women experience is that of being able to remove their shoes in the convenient blackout of a nearby theater, that many women spend more time soaking their feet in warm water than they do in looking for a new hat, that pos- sibly three out of flve dream of the day when cows will run out of leather and men will forget how to make foot coverings. No woman would betray her sex by admitting one of these sug- gestions, but in her heart she would revolt if there weren't the danger of censure from her friends. Miss Average-shoe-buyer-of-America cannot be too sternly judged, because she may be par- tially hypnotized when she buys shoes. The colors in which you are able to purchase your wedgies or iispike heels today would be enough to do that. While a man is, to all appear ances, satisfied with his black and brown oxfords in the winter and plain white or brown and white in summer, a woman has a pair of shoes to match every dress she owns. The colors vary from a pale Chartreuse to a violent vermilion according to the season. The Huttering in a wo- man when she sees a particularly exciting pair of shoes might easily be caused by the same phe- nomenon which makes a drab lady butterfly flutter when one of those beautifully hued males so much as looks at her. No matter what the phenomenon is, it is believed that the average woman has anywhere from ten pairs to fifty pairs of shoes, depending on the means of acquie sition, and that if she is upset by her husband there is only one sure cure for her offended feel- ings: a new pair of shoes. Although all women seem content to undergo the torture which all high heels inevitably lead to, I think that a National Barefoot Day would be welcomed by all feminine members of the country. NANCY BRONSON. XII. Little J ohn One night when our good Robin Hood Was with his Merry Men, He asked, Who is this bold giant Who daily walks our glen? They said, IiIndeed a strong giant. He s nearly seven feet tall, And though he 13 called John Little, He 1sn t small at all i Then if this man is very tall As you, my outlaws, say I ll meet with him without a doubt, Before the crack of day. Next morn ere Robin did awake, Asleep 1n the grass his bed Came through the glen a tall young man Who had no dainty tread. And he awoke our Robin Hood, They then met on the stream, Neither would go back, and so Right there they fought, I ween. Now John Little was very strong, So with one lusty blow .I-Ie shoved bold Robin off the bridge Into the stream below. Then poor Robin blew three blasts, And from the woods there ran One hundred men all clad in green, Who stared at this strange man. And when they heard that John Little Wanted to join the band, They dubbed him outlaw then and there On England's good, fair land, And then Will Stutely did step forth, And throwing ale upon Johnls head, he said, You are so small, Welll call you Little John. CHARLOTTE LYMAN, VII, Honorable Mention, Tatler Contest. Nature Fall is nature's afternoon, She puts on colors of gold and maroon, To have a party gay. She calls her children and sends some to sleep Some she sends south the winter to keep, These will come back without warning, For spring is nature's morning. JUDY BARKER, VI Abraham Lincoln Once 1n Kentucky there lived a boy. He was born 1n 1809 on a Sunday. They moved to Ina diana, the new state. In the winter their shelter was only a three walled shelter. When Abe was nine, his mother died For several months Abe and Sally were left alone. But one morning Mr Lincoln came driving a line coach Abe and Sally jumped with joy for Abe s father had brought another wife She had brought her three children Their new life had begun She threw out the old bedding in Abe s loft and gave him a soft feather bed POLLY CASE, III 67 68 One Came Back A LAST SEAGULL dipped its lonesome wings in salute to the gray ship, and disappeared, land- ward, into the fog. The mist tightened about the two figures on the deck and made them al- most indiscernible in the gathering twilight. At a glance, one appeared older than his compan- ion, for his face was lined with wrinkles of grief and worry. The collar of his slicker was turned to ward oflr the penetrating fog, but it did not completely hide the iirm, bitter thrust of his jaw. And indeed, he had a great right to be bitter, for wasn't this dreary ship taking him away from his beloved England, and hadnlt the last months been so devilish as to break even the strongest of men? Three months ago he had seen Miriam Banning-Wood, the charming and beautiful Mir- iam, instantly killed in a tragic motor crash. She had been an amazing woman, strikingly at- tractive and very intellectual. This man had been her husband, and he had worshiped and idolized her. He had been an eager puppet, and she had held the strings. His affection was the more amazing, too, for in his business world Devin Banning-Wood was a hard little lion. In all his years of success he had never known a failure, but most of his successes had been shrewdly won from his subordinates. His companion, Eric Sheveling by name, was the son of an American oil tycoon. He was returning to a calmer side of the Atlantic from Eton and Oxford. The little ship hurried on, away from these dangerous waters, bound for Quebec and Mon- treal. Not a light could be seen on her from stem to how, but this precaution seemed almost unnecessary, for the blanketing fog would cut off any glimmer of light. The night was strange, tense and expectant. The angry waves lapped at the steamefs gray sides and almost seemed to mock the ship's efforts to push on without heeding them. The heavy, pressing, fathomless mist weighed down upon the boat and upon the two lone ligures seated on her deck. Suddenly there was a terrible, screaming crash. The ship lurched heavily, and a man screamed somewhere. Torpedo! The port-side engine is hitli' a voice cried from the bridge. Then for a long, terrible second there was a deafening silence. To the two men on deck it almost appeared as if nothing had happened, except for the tell-tale slant of the deck and a far- away sound of cracking timber. Then the steel under their feet sagged and immediately utter chaos reigned. The railing and the ships side crumpled, as if suddenly pushed by a giant hand from within, and gave en- trance to a swirling avalanche of furious water. It whirled over the tilted side of the steamer, carrying everything in its path along. Again there was a ripping crash, and this time the whole starboard walk tore itself out and was flung to the sea. Banning-Wood found himself thrown with it into the murky water with bits of steel and wood careening about him. He floundered helplessly, his clumsy raincoat hin- dering his movements, until he saw a large piece of timber tossing soddenly in the waves. Ban- ning-Wood struck out towards it and soon was clinging to it with all his strength. As he clung there, fighting to regain his breath, he felt something dully strike his arm and a searing pain shot through his shoulder. There was a movement in the water beside him, but before he could turn, his friend Eric pulled himself alongside. uBaBeastwly in-terruption to our-little c-c-chata-old man, he gasped, after a pause. uAre--you allaright? HQuite all rightal guessa returned his friend, fighting desperately to conquer the tre- mendous buzzing in his head; uShoulderis-c-cut up a bitabut I'm all rightalim all right- It seemed for a moment as if the terrible ringing would overcome him, but With a great effort he shook his head clear and through the pain he heard Ericis voice. liIt must have been a U-boat torpedo-a he said. liTwoashotsa The buzzing being much dimmer now, Banning-Wood was able to ask; ilWhata-What are+chances of getting out-of this? HRather slim-I imagine. The ship is sinking fast-too fast for an S. O. Seand we must have zigzagged too much to be on a regular shipping course-but never say die-old mane H o, murmured Devin. . . Never say die- ,The fog wrapped even closer around the two men, seeming to hide them from any search- ing rescuer. The perpetual waves washed them farther and farther from the settling hulk, and soon the last outline of it disappeared. The gloomy night stretched on into eternity. Each endless second crept by, as if unwilling to make way for the next. To other people in other parts of the world this night was ordinary, little different from the nights before it, but to the two men in that heavy darkness, months and years and centuries went by. At one time, they thought they heard the fog whistle of an una armed packet, but the fog and the waves muHied their cries, and the boat went on without knowing of their distress. And still the dawn did not come, nor the cold fog lift, nor the tee lentless waves cease their eternal pounding. Finally, as he felt the last'of his strength give out, Banning-Wood whispered to his coma panion, HI-I canitemake it-Ericel've got to let goaCheerio-J' His weakened arm relaxed its grip on the battered timber and he felt the cold water close over his head. Something grabbed at his wrist as he slipped down, but he felt himself sinking .sinking . . . down . . . down . . . down. . .. a$$$$$a$$$$e$$ea$$aza Suddenly his feet touched ground and with very little effort he walked out onto a stony beach. This was, indeed, a strange place, barren and desolate, without any sign of life. His -head was queerly light and he didn't seem to remember anything. His clothing, When he touched it, was scarcely damp, and his movements were without effort. What was this un- earthly place, and how had he managed to get here? With these questions running through his mind, he started off across the rocks and sand. Ahead stretched a hilly plain strangely resembling the Scottish moors. And this was queer in itself, because he couldnit be anywhere near Scotland. After a few minutes, he glanced over his shoulder and was amazed to see the pounding surf beating viciously on the rocks. It lashed angrily against the jagged boulders, and Banning-Wood marveled that he had come through the fury alive. As he stood watching the surf, the sun broke through the heavy haze that covered the hori- zon and shone brilliantly for a moment. Then, almost as suddenly as it had appeared, it sank again, and the mist thickened. It became quite dark and Banning-Wood was able to continue on, only by choosing his way carefully. On and on he walked, until he had traveled for many minutes, but even then he felt no fatigue, although the path was difiicult. Finally, he saw a group of buildings in the distance, and hastened toward them. It was a town, he discovered, without a sign of life, deserted and gloomy in the fading light. Not a sound could be heard, except the tread of his own footsteps. Finally. in desperation, Banning- Wood pounded and pounded on one of the threatening doors, but he was greeted only by his own echo. Suddenly he saw a bright light in the distance, and he ran eagerly towards it. But he paused after a few steps and half turned. He was seized by a tremendous desire to go from this place, and an overwhelming dread of that light filled him. After a momentary struggle with himself, he mentally pocketed his fears and hastened to the building which the light came from. What a menacing looking place it was, all dark and dead except for one low lighted window. As he stood staring at its protruding front, the door Opened and a butler in complete morning attire admitted him. iiGood day, sir, he said, in a far-away hollow voice. iiWe were expecting you, sir. Banning-Wood, a bit dazed by the butler's stony appearance and his ghostly voice, wona dered why the man had said 'iGood day and was not in evening clothes, when he definitely recalled seeing the sun set a few moments ago. This thought left him immediately, however, for he was then ushered into a large room. A large number of people were congregated there, talking quietly to each other. No one seemed to notice Banning-Wood. He tinally seated himself at a large table with a group of others and began eating. The food he ate was remarkably like something he knew well, but he could not quite place it. Indeed, he did not seem to be able to remember anything except his walk from the beach, and this house. 69 :70 He heard a commotion in the hall, and turning, he saw Eric standing there. HShevelingl he called. He saw Eric's lips open as if to answer, but before Sheveling uttered a sound, Banning- Wood saw his friend's face blanch, and Eric was led away by the stony butler. Banning-Wood leaped up to follow his friend, but a man next to him laid a hand on his arm, and the look in his eye told Devin that following Eric would be impossible. Banning-Wood then reseated himself and glanced about him at his fellow diners. His eyes alighted upon a woman at the far end of the table and he was not able to withdraw them. How beautiful she was! Her face was so remarkably familiar, yet he could not quite recall when or where he had seen her. His eyes searched hungrily for something that would bring to his mind who she was, but it was futile. Oh, where had he known that woman before? Just then, the butler returned, and beckoning Banning-Wood, led him up a flight of stairs. Without a word he showed him into a room and silently left. A glance about told Devin that this was a sleeping chamber and that he was undoubtedly expected to remain here. He sat down upon the bed to attempt to gather his thoughts. Where was he, and how had he got here? he asked him self. Who was the beautiful woman whose face was so familiar? He leaped up and began to stride across the room with angry steps. He was not able to give himself a satisfactory answer to any of those questions. And now again, an overpowering desire to escape from this place seized him. Something inside him rebelled at the thought of remaining here for any length of time. He threw open the door and strode down the corridor rapidly. Just as he reached the top of the steps he turned and saw the woman whose face had caught his eye so, before, at the other end of the hall. She raised her arm, as if entreating him to stay, but as she looked at his face, her arm dropped, almost as if she guessed his determina- tion. She stepped back a step, and before Banning-Wood knew it, she had disappeared. He stood staring at the spot where she had stood, but then he wheeled and ran down the stairs. He crossed the dimly lighted salon and hurried out into the fog again. Devin wondered that no one attempted to stop his exit. His flying feet soon carried him out of the gloomy town and onto the moors. Here, the way became much more difficult, for the rocks and tangled underbrush made hurrying impos- sible. Each stone tripped him up, and the thorny plants reached out as if to prevent his passing. The heavy fog blinded him, and a sharp wind cut his cheek. Finally, he struggled to the crest of a hill, and he paused for a moment. While he stood there, he saw a light break at the east and the sun rose and shone glorious- ly through the mist. The whole horizon became brilliant and for the first time since Ban- ning-Wood had entered the moors, the fog lifted. at: :k :k :k :3: :k :1: e ax :k :1: :k :2: s: a4 a: HRemarkable recovery, Miss Gordon. uYes, doctor, replied the nurse, iiRemarkable. uI cant believe it as yet, returned the doctor. uHe was beyond all medical aid. It must have been only a tremendous will to live that pulled him through. HWhere . . . am I? questioned Banning-Wood feebly. leease don't talk now, answered the nurse. uYou are on the merchant ship S. 8. Liver- pool right now. You were rescued from the sea about an hour ago. HAnd Eric . . . Where is Sheveling . . .? murmured the patient. NNo one was found with you. You were alone . . Then Er1c . . . Eric is dead . . muttered Bannmg-Wood. 'lPoor fellow.'-, As his thoughts returned to him, Devin remembered. That woman, the beautiful wom- an he saw in the house beyond the mooreshe was Miriam. NANCY TRUAX. IX Honorable Mention, Tarler Contest uLest We Forget Parents, teachers, superiorselend me your ears. I have news for all of you-ugreat news! It s not of wars, politics, and suffering; It concerns no business complications or intrigues. No, my tidings are of a different nature They center around a happy world-a joyous lifee A Utopia, unknown to all of you. Perhaps you discovered it once; Perhaps you never had the opportunitye That matters not. The fact remains that you have forgotten it now; To you it is a part of the dim dark past, Washed away by days by years, by time Yes, you ve forgotten; forgotten what it s like to be really happy! To be young. Oh, you live the same days we do; You see the same sun. You hear the same birds singinge The same music playing. You feel the rain; see the crowds; walk the streets. Of course, you see, you hear, you feel! But it's not the same! Your universe is forever darkened by a shadow-- Your philosophy always tinged by a skeptic. Can you remember? Can you recall the days when life was young; Each day a new venture? Can you remember when gaiety reigned- When music was entrancinge- When lights crowds, dancing people were exciting? Do you recall those carefree hours of Laughing, giggling, dreaming, hoping? And then, those quiet hours of peaceful meditatione Those plans for the future- Big plans--great plans-plans that couldnlt fail! Oh, you couldn't forget! You mustn't forget! Those are the days to rememberealwaysl Oh, itls ecstasy to be alive- To feel the warmth of the sun and The freshness of the newborn day! It's glorious to see the trees, the flowers; To hear the birds; to see the moonlight with Hstaryll eyes. The rushing, bustling, hurrying, scurrying; The running, riding, dancing, prancing of today Is unsurpassable-magnificentI . Can t you see? The enchantment of entrancing parties The pretty clothes, swirling skirts, gay colors, Perfume, gardenias; the thrill of romance- Of learning, winning, losing, f1ghting; They're all part of life's mad whirl! The part I'll clench tightly in my flst So it dare not slip away! 7! 72 My grasp must be strong, For I see what follows when the freshness has left the day, I see what happens when young hopes Dissolve into bitter regrets; When life no longer possesses its charm and allure I see it before me in all its disappointment and disillusionment I see hatred replacing lovee I see futility replacing dreams! Cynicism greed, jealousy, cruelty, killingewar! They re all theree In those years aheade The days yet unborn. Oh, it must not be! It cannot be! Life that is so sweet Cannot dissolve into nothingness! We must not let it! Oh, God, help us transmit the joy we know today Into a world of better tomorrows! Help us find a way! Help us see the light. . . . VIRGINIA VANDEVER, XII Honorable Mention. Taller Contest Time There came to the making of man, Time, with a gift of tears- Time, with a seemingly endless span Of yearning and longingebeset with fears That when we two shall meet once more, When Time has set us free at last. Our captor shall have wrought a change And our love be an echo from the past. There came to the making of man, Time, with a fight of tears-- Endeav ring to end what Love began With endless days and months and years- Time, with a seemingly boundless knack Of augmenting pain with no surcease Til feeling 1s calloused and naught remains But a futile dream of obtaining peace. JOANNE WITMER, XII Honorable Mention, Tatler Contest Christmas Stockings On Christmas Eve, There hang our stockings, All skinny, and flimpsy, and thin. On Christmas Morn, There hang the same old stockings, All fat, and big, and puffy. JOAN WURTELE. V The Legend of St. Anthony Falls By the river dark and rushing All alone I stand, and gazing Through the mist I see a vision, Through the morning mist a Vision. Could it be my eyes deceive me, Looking through the morning mist now? Lo, and what is that I hear now? Ah, tis a song of sadness, longing Tis a song of pain and heartbreak Yes the spirits of the dead can Rise again in morning dampness Once again to haunt their death scenes Once again to sing their death- -songs LEGEND Long ago there lived a warrior, Brave was he and very handsome, Skilled in all the youthful pastimes, Skilled in all the hardest labors. Strongest, bravest of the young men. Wise as any of the old men Was the fearless young Wanata Many maidens loved this warrior Tried to capture his attentions. But he would not love these maidens, So they called him Bad Ska Capa. In this tribe there lived an old man, He the father of a maiden He the father of Anpetu. Like the stars that shine 1n heaven Shone her black eyes bright and twinkling. Gentlest far of all the maidens Was this slim and graceful, young girl When the fearless young Wanata First beheld this lovely maiden He was captured by her beauty, By her patience and her good will. So he wooed her in her Wigwam, Brought to her his wealth of wampum, 'Til the beautiful Anpetu Gave her heart, her full attentions To the handsome young Wanata. Then he took her to his Wigwam, To his Wigwam by the lake shore, By the sunny sparkling waters. And their married life was pleasant: All his smiles were for Anpetu, All she lived for was Wanata, 'Til by him she bore a baby, iTil she bore a black-eyed baby Happy then was fair Anpetu, For her husband, for her baby. Very proud was strong Wanata Of his little black-eyed baby. That his young son would respect him When he grew 3 little older, Brave Wanata became braver, Hunted better, spoke more wisely, Laughed at thunder, laughed at lightning, iTil the braves made him ltancan! iTil they made him the great Chieftain! Prouder still was fair Anpetu, When she heard her loved Wanata Talking wisely at the council, Keeping all the tribe in safety. Once Wanata thinking, wandered On the vine- clad hills ascending Steeply from the lazy r1ver, From the Minnesota river Where 1n autumn things are scarlet, Scarlet, with the autumn mist Rising from the winding. river There he saw a lovely Vlsion Saw a lovely vision walking Proud, the Queen of Beauty walking Full of craft was this fair maiden Naught he thought of poor Anpetu And his little black-eyed baby! Long she strove to do her duty To her son, her only comfort, To her husband, faithless warrior. How she suffered, hoped, and waited, Bore the burden of her heartache Bravely till the night had fallen Then each night the stars beheld her Weeping for the false Wanata. Still by day she did her labors, Patient ever, stooped with sadness Cared she for her little baby. Soon the tribe moved up the river, Just above the falls they settled, And the patient, young Anpetu Spread the lodge, did all the hard work. Not a word of thanks did she get Not a word of comfort either. Slowly sank the sun that evening, Painted red and gold the blue sky Turned the pines to watching sentinels, And a golden light shone round them. All the birds sang songs of gladness, And the whispering of the pine trees Grew quiet in the evening twilight The bright waters seem to pause too. Soon the darkness of night closed in Round the forest and the river. One by one the twinkling stars shone And the full moon rose in splendor With a light that changed the forest To a fairyland of shadows. Then the wretched, fair Anpetu Took a farewell look at her home, Whispered farewell to the forest, Whispered farewell to the full moon. 73 To her breast she clasped her baby, Out upon the rushing river Pushed a small canoe, stood in it. Over the angry waters sailed Poor Anpetu and her baby, Poor Anpetu and her small son. As she sailed, she sang a sad song. Almost wailing, almost crying, Sang to faithless young Wanata Of her heartbreak and her longing. On the shores the warriors gathered, Calling to her not to do it, Not to end her life in sorrow, Not to sail through rushing waters To the Great Falls to plunge over. Then first of all the call she heard Her Wanata calling, pleading- lth! Come back, my fair Anpetu! Oh! Come back, my small son, hear me! But Anpetu did not listen, Did not heed their calls of warning. Nearer to the edge of the falls Sailed the small canoe and over Plunged far down to rocks below it With the mother and the young babe No one said a parting prayer, But the pine trees whispered their prayer. But the full moon shone much brighter As to welcome her to heaven, And the waters roared their farewell. Long the warriors hunted vainly For the bodies of the loved pair, Not a trace of babe or mother Was ever seen by any warrior. Yet they say that in the morning, When the mists are slowly rising They sit on the bluffs to listen To a voice that comes from nowhere, To a voice that sings that same song, Say that they could see her sailing. And they say that Fairy Island Haunted is by their two spirits, Haunted by the fair Anpetu, Haunted by her little baby But they walk as doe and fawn now, As a snow white doe and fawn now. So if you should see by moonlight On the Fairy Island walking The snow white doe and snow white fawn, Think again of poor Anpetu And the faithless young Wanata. Or if from the Spirit Island You should hear a song of longing, Think then of the days departed When Dakotahs roamed the forests, And the great deeds that they did then. J EAN DUNN, VIII Honorable Mention, Tarler Contest The Easter Rabbit It was the evening before Easter. The Long-Ears family were all excited. Mr. Long-Ears was to take the eggs around this year. Everyone was trying to help him, but mostly got in his way. Jean, the maid, was coloring eggs; Mrs. Long-Ears was trying to help him dress; Sally, the sister, was getting his basket, and Billy was looking on. Finally all was ready and Mr. Long-Ears started. llGoodbye, said Mrs. Long-Ears. uGoodbye, shouted Sally. llBe sure to leave us some eggs, called Billy, and Mr. Long-Ears left. A half hour or so passed and there was heard a rap at the door. Then a low moan. Mrs. Long-Ears hurried to answer the door. There at the door, was Mr. Long-Ears. His basket was broken, his clothes were torn, and he was just black With dirt. Poor Mr. Long-Ears! Mrs. Long-Ears took him in and told the children to take his basket and soak his clothes when he took them off, which they did. Mr. Long-Ears took a bath and Mrs. Long- Ears found no hurts. Then Mrs. Long-Ears said, HSally, go get Daddyls bath robe and slippers. Soon they had Mr. Long-Ears all wrapped up. Then he began, 'lI had been to twelve houses and was getting along very nicely until the thirteenth house. They had a dogenot very friendly. As soon as he saw me, the chase was on. Finally I found some mud to hide in. Then, when he decided that he couldn,t find me, he went away, so I went away, too. Now if you will call one of the neighbors, he will take the eggs around for me. All right, said Mrs. Long-Ears. The friend said he would, and that Easter ended happily. BARBARA BARBER, V Honorable Mention, Tarler Contest Socialized Chemistry The study of chemistry is far different frOm what it used to be in Dadis day. Instead of the usual cut and dried material, now we are given problems and equations with personality. Our class has now in its possession a book Which I consider priceless and unprecedented. The V idea seems to be that it is most important to appeal to the students' personal side. Our author appears to be a bubbling, exuberant sort of individual who simply oozes personality. Instead of simply stating that dynamite when exploded sends out atoms of nitrogen, our author coyly says: HBoomI went the stick of dynamite and a hundred, million, million atoms of unsociable nitrogen went scurrying and scampering back to their natural home in the air. It appears that chemistry books will soon rival the Peter Rabbit stories. I admit that not all the book is writ- ten in this vein, but even so, who wants to cope with these bedtime tales at anytime? Another instance bobs up When our author refers to a chemical group as a family tree. Everything is so chummy that you almost feel that you know personally each atom. You will probably run into these different atoms as our book progresses, and each one lends its helping hand to our preca- rious existence. However, there does not seem to be much hope for the nitrogen atoms, for iIthey will continue their lazy existence of doing little except getting in the way of the busy, active oxygen molecules. By the end of the year, when we shall have finished the book, I am hoping that each atom will have found his or her niche in the world of chemistry. Before the day of socialized chemistry you had to be content with cold facts. Equations were equations, once problems were problems. Rather than ask us a blunt question twhich might startle usl our author hedges delightfully. It seems that HThe Rangers of Hillside School had spent an enjoyable week camping, swimming, nshing, etc., etc. After awakening on their last morning and finding it raining, the boys donned their waterproofs. The creek was dirty and muddy so how could the boys obtain pure water with which to make cocoa? Poor boys, they sound so baffled. However, the person I really feel sorry for is poor Henrietta. She is always spilling substances on her clothes, or breaking test tubes of sulfuric acid. One night dear iiHen- rietta tried to make tomato soup for her family. She added the tomatoes too quickly to the milk and it curdled. Brother Johnny wondered if she should add soda or not. What a predicament. The family probably had beans that night. Henrietta's troubles werenit over though, for on page 120 HShe has sat in a wad of chewing gum and her new dress is ruined. However, her friend Jane speeds to the rescue with a well known solvent. What was the solvent? Who knows? Who cares! With all this personality I feel a little aras. As a result, I am anxiously waiting for the day when I send in two box-tops and an old test tube for a complete list of questions and Answers! MARY JEANNE CLARK, XII Honorable Mention, Taller Contest Bombed Out Before my sister and I came to America, we went through many German air raids on the London suburbs. In the evenings we heard the drone of the German bombers as they flew over the housetops. Some came down low, and we could see them quite plainly. We listened to them as they passed over. Then we heard a swish followed by a terrific explosion, and We knew that a bomb had been dropped. When bombs were dropped lifty yards away, we heard only the explosion. Nearly every night for several weeks we heard the siren wail, and not long after the bombers would fly over. When the raids began, we used to go to the shelters, but when they lasted eight to fifteen hours, we stayed in the house. We used to sleep on beds made up on the floor in the hall as this was the safest place. We had had a brick wall, fourteen inches thick, built outside the front of the house to protect us from the blast of bombs. All the shops used to close, but when longer raids started, the shopkeepers lost trade so they kept them open. One afternoon as my sister and I were knitting, we heard a loud crash. Oh! Whatever was that? exclaimed my sister. I said it must have been a bomb and that it sounded very near. We soon found out, for that evening some friends of ours asked if they could stay with us a few days as they had been bombed out that afternoon. That night my sister and I slept under the stairs--the only place left. Next day we went to see the damage. The road was scattered with tiles, bricks, plaster and glass from the houses, two of which were completely destroyed. Five others had holes in their roofs. Three people were killed. 75 76 Three weeks later we went down to the center of the city to see some of the damage Many of the big shops were ruined. In one shop that had been hit by several high explosive bombs, only the 1ron girders were standing There were also large holes 1n the roads, and the streets looked empty. In December of last year incendiary bombs started terrific tires which spread over a great part of the City of London. From a distance of twelve miles, the whole sky glowed so that we could see everything around us as if it were day. One night I shall never forget. About nine- thirty we had gone to bed when we heard the drone of enemy planes Suddenly there was a thunderous crash, and we dived under the bed clothes, expecting any moment to be blown to bits. Then the guns started to boom and the shutters on the landing started to bang. I dashed upstairs to close them, but they did not stay closed long Before I got downstairs they were open again. Back I went and shut them for the second time. No sooner did I get back in bed than I could hear the miserable shutters bang- ing again. I gave up in despair, and decided that I might as well endure the clatter. Surprisingly enough I dropped off to sleep. The next morning we found that a land- -mine, the largest type of explosive had been dropped three streets away from us. It blew up three houses and every win- dow in the street had been cracked or broken One of our friends had been badly cut by flying glass Another friend who had been out for a walk the night before had actually watched the mine drop To escape injury he lIung himself on the ground and he was unharmed. Two peoa ple were killed, many others bombed out. While we were helping move belongings and clear away the debris, we found a piece of parachute that the mine had been attached to, also a large fragment of the mine itself which we kept. It was experiences such as these that made our mother want to send us to America. DORIS M. BULL iiWhen Shall We Three Meet Again Shakespeare, Macbeth uWhen shall we three meet again And rule once more the hearts of men? For great and noble things are wea We're Friendship, Love and Liberty. We three have ruled since time began. Friendship brotherhood of man Without which life would only be A lonely, blank eternity And Love, which binds the world together, Whose warmth and kindness knows no tether. And independence of one's soul, Sweet Liberty, man's proudest goal. When shall we three meet again? Forgotten are we in the world of men Where Hate and Strife and Tyranny The only rulers seem to be. And when this chaos finds surcease, We'll refill this world with peace. When shall we return to men? HWhen shall we three meet again? MARY ALICE McGLOUGH, XII Honorable Mention, Tatler Contest Romantic Idealism of Youth Springathe loveliest time of the year-it makes you want to go out in the woods beside a stream, and lie looking up at the blue sky, watching the clouds float by. It all sounds a bit romantic, but I believe youth is definitely romantic. Recently someone accused youth of not being romantic, but of being practical. Youth, both boys and girls, but especially girls, spend much of the time in dreamsaof themselves, their future, their careers, or other things that to older people seem silly or trivial. We face reality, it is true, in some of the problems that actually touch our lives, but large polit- ical, social, economic and world problems seem rather remote. We imagine ourselves seven or ten years in the future, doing something wonderful, such as being one of the great social workers in the United States, a concert or stage star, or even the wife of some great figure in American politics. But do we ever stop to think of the great amount of work and training it would take to actually achieve such a position? No, I don't think we do. We somehow miraculously attain those places in our dreams with little thought as to how we would reach these goals in real life. A problem that faces everyone today is the present world chaos. We all of us say liwar is a terrible, uncivilized thing, and the United States must never enter it. Underneath, though, when we see soldiers and bands marching, it gives us a thrill, making shivers run up and down our backs. Uniforms and bands play strange tricks on the emotions of youth. War itself is far awayenot in our world at all. The problems that are in our own country are another thing. We all know something about working conditions, the plight of share-croppers, and the fact that many of our people live on less than eight hundred dollars a year. We just say iiWhat can we do about it? and sit back, dreaming that someday a Utopia will be established in our country. It isnit that we don't care, its just that we get lost in dreams of a perfect world, and believe that somehow all these things will be straightened out, without our help. Older people say that youth cannot fall in love. Possibly this is true, but the so-called lipup- py-loveil of youth means much. We set up someone as an ideal, and when our dreams come tum- bling down, the disillusionment, the pain is deep, but we are young, and so get over things quickly. Youth is idealistic, and romantic-often trying to reach for the moon. We live for the most part in a world of our own--apart from the realities and horrors of the world. Because I'm young, I know these things are true. I wish that older people would realize that youth is the most romantic age. and be more tolerant of us and our actions. Yes, we are romantic and idealistic, but we love it! HELEN HARPER, XII Inventory I take an inventory now and then To see what things I own. And once again I find that I am wealthy. There's the sky, Bright blue with snowy lambkins drifting by; There's sunshine, drowsy summer haze, and rain-a Sweet rain, that breaks the summers heat as pain Is dulled by gentle hands. And the green trees That seem to laugh with every little breeze; A winding trail to climb, a smiling face, Wild flowers, cool water in a desert place; Then there are nights, calm stars above a restless sea, An understanding person, near and dear to me; The dusk of twilight on a city street, Deep, dreamless sleep, and rolling iields of wheat; Hilltop wind, the brave and calm belief That life has a Purpose, tears that bring relief. No matter what my fortunes, these will be Possessions I may keep eternally. LENORE BENSON, XI Honorable Mention, Tatler Contest 77 How Arthur Became King of England Suddenly turning said Sir Kay, To his foster- brother, on tourney- -day, I ve forgotten my sword! Would you fetch t me? Good Arthur, for I must joust you see. Nodding his head, Arthur turned around, And rode, till, in an old church-ground, He saw a sword in a block of stone, Then Arthur thought lTll not ride home. Ill take this sword in the old church yard, For 't could not be wanted, or there'd be a guard. Kay'll have a new sword for the tourney today, And with it, well he ought to Qlay. !, So saying, Arthur began to pull At the hilt of the sword, and out in full It came with neither scratch nor scar. Its surface was without a mar. He did not see the inscription that read, liThe man who pulls this stone from its bed The King of England he shall be, And be hailed by all from sea to sea. Mounting his horse and whipping its flanks, Arthur rode to his brother, who gave great thanks. Said Arthur, llI hope you will not mind, In the churchyard this sword I did find. HYou'd left your own sword far off at home; So, I brought this one to you instead of your own. It saved a long and tedious ride And many a stop by the hot roadside. Now this sword Kay had seen many times be- fore, For he had pulled at 't till his arms were sore. And now that he had it, held in his hand, Kay was determined to be king of the land. He said not a thing, but later that day To the people this little speech he did say, ill am king of you all, for it says by law, He is king who this sword from the stone shall draw. Then the people shouted and cheered aloud. But soon young Kay, though he was proud, Confessed that it was Arthur, not Kay, Who'd drawn the sword from the stone that day. So back in the stone the sword Arthur thrust And seven young men became very much fussed Trying with all their might and main, To pull the sword from the stone again. Then up stepped young Arthur, He pulled out the sword, And the people acclaimed him as their lord. When crowned, Arthur ruled with a heart of gold And tales of his knights are often heard told. KATHLEEN SMITH, VIII Honorable Mention, Tatler Contest Skating Skating on a winter day Is a lot of fun. You can twirl around and round, Play tag with everyone. Crack the whip is fun, too. Around and round you go. Anything is fun to play on A nice, warm, wintry day. THIRZA JONES, V The Snow Man With Coal Eyes One day Jane and Sally decided to make a snow man. So they rolled a big snow ball and a middle-sized snow ball. Then they rolled a little snow ball. What could we have for eyes? ' I know ' said Sally We could use some coal for eyes. llYes, said Jane, that would be fine. ' They had to have some eyes. the coal man came yesterday and dumped some coal 1n the basement. CONNIE WURTELE, III Allegory Belief and Faith were working with great labor amid much strife to gain the bliss for which they had been working for many years. The tedious task of Belief and Faith was very dichult, for they were laboring on the rocky road of Disregard to clear the way for their mother, Patriotism. Belief and Faith were working on a road situated on a very steep clillr clinging to the side of Mount Disloyalty, called Uneasy, and were trying to reach the house of their mother which was named the House of General Unity. But the cliflr was not steady and all three might fall down upon the rocks of Lost Hope any minute. The poor boys were jeered at by Plotter and his companion Scorn, two men behind them, who were keeping at a safe distance from the dangerous ledge. But if they stopped to talk back to these men they would be interrupted by the bowls of Trouble and Irate who were looking up from the jagged rocks of Lost Hope. The two boys had only one shovel, Confidence, so they took turns, but they had to hurry for there was no time to lose. The cliff might fall any minute and take them with it! Poor Be- lief, it was his turn with Confidence, and there was a huge rock sitting dangerously near the edge of the nearly cleared road. This rock's name was Risk and it was very heavy, but no one stopped to think about that. They all pushed, and slowly the earth crackled, then there was an ominous rumble and Pa- triotism shrieked, Jump! The three diligent people who had been so eager to get to the house of Unity were almost there, but then Faithful disappeared, so the other two thought. When they looked over the edge of the road they were on, to their relief, there he was, hanging on a bush, Last Chance. Belief lowered Confidence, almost lost in the scufHe, and Faithful grasped the shovel and was pulled up to safety. But where were the mockers? Plotter and Scorn? They had been carried down to destruc- tion when the part of the mountain that they were on caved in. Trouble and Irate were buried in the thunderous avalanche. Faith, Belief, and their good mother, Patriotism continued their journey to the house of General Unity and when they arrived, safe and sound, they were cheerfully greeted by their lovable cousin Relief. ' TERRELL HAWLEY, VIII Honorable Mention, Taller Contest The Sword and the Fire A brave man is a shining sword That kindles hearts to leave them That all the world admires; WTth ashes as their fate. A good man is a candle flame That lights the judgment fires. Yet who would be a brave man When the sabres of the world are dull? A soldier is a rusted sword, Yet who would be a good man A living, burning hate When life is but a hull? SALLY ATwooo, IX Honorable Mention, Tatler Contest Autumn Trees The trees are wearing their dresses and bangles of red and gold, Some still have their green clothes on, but they, too, are growing old. The pine trees still have their needles, which they keep the year around, Except in spring when they wither, and fall to carpet the ground. MARGRARET CROSBY, VI 79 80 Gypsy Thoughts On the narrow ways, the byways, The tangled vine and thorn Grow thick and dense like a wild thing's hair Ripped free on a windy morn. The tough briar and the branches Keep the careless traveller out, But a gypsy heart and the eye that loves Can slip from the world about. Oh, the high road is steel and clamor Where life must rush with time; Therefs the grind of wheels and the flash of sparks When the sun begins to climb. The sun breaks on the moor and wood To the notes of a thousand songs. The lark soars high in proud salute The wind fiies keen and strong. Pounding on the dirt road Roguish hoofs are free My gypsy mare kicks high her heels And gallops far with me. We know the fairy trails The secrets of lone tracks. We thrill to gallop with the wind And cry for turning back. SUE TIMBERLAKE, XI Honorable Mention, TatIer Contest I am Rich People say I am poor, But I know I am rich, For I have a wealth Far different from theirs. The sky is my sapphire, And the stars are my diamonds. For my emeralds, each blade of grass, The amethysts are the violets, That grow by the road, And the autumn leaves are my topazes. People say I am poor, But I know I am rich For I have a wealth That I forever may keep. KATHRYN HARPER, V Thanksgiving The Pilgrim Fathers of long ago, Worked with axe and spade and hoe. To show their thanks they planned a day, On which they met to sing and pray. They built their homes and raised their grain, And so do we still have this day. And were grateful for the sun and rain. . To show our thanks in every way. BETSY CROSBY, IV A Plea Oh, life can be so beautiful, Life can be so sadv- Life can be such torture! misery! Life is crue1--itIs mad! Oh, God, you gave me youth and life-- You made me young and free! You gave me blood, flesh, and IireI You let me hear and see! I want to live! I want to learn! I,m reaching for the stars- My blood is warm, my hopes are high, I have no hurtseno scars! Let me struggle! Let me fighte Let me reach my goal. Let me laugh! Let me cry! Let me satisfy my soul! Iill workeIill prayel'll make you proud! Iill keep my chin up high- All I want is faith, oh, God, To help me reach that sky! VIRGINIA VANDEVER, XII Honorable Mention, Taller Contest What I Would Like to Be I wish I were a ship Sailing on the sea, Sailing from the Arctic To the Zuider Zee. I wish I were an eagle Flying above the trees, Flying among the clouds, Wafted by the breeze. I wish I were a turtle Lying in the sun, Lying there and dreaming, i And getting nothing done. I wish I were a snowflake Falling softly down, Falling from the heavens To the snowy ground. I wish I were an oak-leaf Falling from a tree: But I don't believe I'll do it, For, I'd just as soon be me. JANET MILLER, X The Wonders of March Here comes Mr. March With his winds a-blowing, And he'll help the bulbs, To keep the flowers growing, He will take away, All the ice and snow, And he's just in time To see the world aglow. On Christmas Eve when all was still I heard some sleigh bells loud and shrill. It must be Santa in his sleigh Bringing toys for Christmas Day. Then I heard old Santa near Bringing joy of Christmas cheer Down the chimney with his pack The birds are coming back From places far away, The bluebird and the robin May hop in any day. Hark, I hear the birds As merrily they sing, And they seem to say, Thank you for the spring. BRIDGET DAVIES, IV Santais Visit Almost tumbling on his back. He filled the stockings in a hustle And up the chimney he did bustle. Then I heard him in the dark Telling the reindeers they must start. In the distance heard him call. A Merry Christmas to you all. ANNE CROSBY, IV The Christmas Tree I love to see the snow come down, It falls on what once was brown, On the pine trees everywhere, But I guess they really don't care. I hope you know that Christmas is coming Here comes the Gathering trees tree hunter all a-humming for Christmas you see I certainly hope he doesn't pick me. ELIZABETH BENNETT, IV 8! Life of the Plains I love a fresh and peaceful life Away from noise and sin and strifea A life where beauty lives again Unspoiled by bungling hands of men. City life is not for me; I'll take the plains which still are free, Which have above them only skya Not concrete monsters rearing high, Grim faces to blot out the blue; I'd leave this for the clouds to do. Away from dingy care and worry, Away from city's push and hurry, Away from frenzied crowds I'd go To those peaceful plains I know, When earth and sky are finally one, Where once again I'd see the sun, Where the wind and I'd be free once more To race and whistle, sing and roar Across the shining sea of sand Where man is held by Nature's hand. I lie and watch the prairie night, Walking by the Sea The sun's last rays are red fingers. As I walk on cool sand. The sea is a mighty lion, Roaring close to hand. The clouds are bits of fluffy cotton. That linger in spaceless sky. How awing is the universe! How insignificant am I! ANNE HERSEY, XII A Rainy Day Pitter, patter goes the rain Pounding on our window pane. I am glad we're snug and cheery While outside its wet and dreary. KATHARINE BUCKLAND, 111 And finally, as the moon takes flight, And scatters sleepy clouds afar, I see what fools we earthlings are To think that we control our fate. A mighty Hand from Heaven's gate Reached out and made us what we are-a Lonely man or bright white star. I love the brilliant prairie flower That stands alone for its short hour And then is goneaperhaps unknown. Often beauty thus has flown From those who never stop a minute To grasp the charm that life has in it. I love to hear lone coyotes bay, I love to watch wild horses play, Released from man,s ignoble reign Free as kings, they roam the plain. Away from all impassioned stress At last I've found some loveliness. This is where I'll live and be Content for all eternity. JANE LEE JACKSON, XI My Kitten I have a kitten A kitten so cute. She pulls 0Hr my mittens, And plays with my flute. She bounds down the hall, All jumpy and gay. Looking for her ball, So she can frolic and play. ALICE CROSBY, IV Raining I'm sick of sitting indoors all day And wondering and wondering. It's tiresome, And I know it. HARRIETT DAYTON, III The Man in the Moon The Man in the Moon went out at six to put up the stars. But the stars were naughty. HPlease, Mr. Moon, we don't want to be put up. Mr. Moon put them up anyway. CAROL QUIST, III 8WM 4 LEISURE ' ENTERTAINMENT THIS HAS BEEN an exceptionally busy and successful year in the way of enter- tainment. Many novel ideas, as well as the traditional events have been carried out with great enthusiasm. The Old Girls Party for the New was the first party of the year, and as usual was great fun. This time we gazed fifty years into the , future, and the faculty, as well as the girls, produced some startling results. In the early fall, the mothers and daughters luncheon took place. First we attempted to give the mothers a bit of an insight into the activities of the school, and then Miss Comstock, President of Radcliffe College, talked to us. In November, we had the girls of Summit School as our guests. This is always a much anticipated day. A delicious luncheon, a style show, and a spirited hockey game made the event an unforgettable one. The Annual League Dance was given February 7. Everyone had a marvelous time, and it will go down in Northrop,s chronicles as one of the gayest dances ever given. Hospitality Day was such a success last year that it was given again this year. Every girl invited a guest. Luncheon was served and clever entertainment provided. We believe that this plan enables girls of other schools to become better acquainted with Northrop. To conclude this year of colorful amusement, Northrop adopted an idea that surpassed all others-The Dads and Daughters Dinner. Speeches were made, songs were sung, dinner was served, and even skits were given. Judging from the general signs of approval, the cooperation and laughter, we believe the iiDaddies had as much fun as the girls. This is certainly an event to be repeated, and it ended a very active and gay year at Northrop. DOROTHY CHILTON ...................................... Chairman MARY JEANNE CLARK NANCY DOELZ SCHARLIE ANN YOUNGQUIST RITA ANN ROTERING x 85 86 Left: The long and the short of it Center: N. C. S. horseshow Right: Happy? Left: Daydreaming? Center: HWit receives the championship cup. Left: uSay, could I take your picture? Left: HSee, there's nothing to 1t. Center: Ginger and Cue Right: A Wurtelemhon ice ATHLETICS THIS PAST YEAR as in preceding years athletics played a highly important part in school act1V1t1es. i In the fall unforeseen bad weather presented complications. On the day for the annual Horse Show it rained so that it was impossible to hold the Horse Show on the parade grounds as has been the custom in years gone by. Instead it was given at Pastime Stables where Joanne Witmer won the championship and Judy Winton won second place. i Again the weather intervened in the form of a blizzard to stop the hockey tournament, and the last two games had to be postponed until spring. Northrop entertained Summit in the fall this year so that they could challenge each other in field hockey. The Juniors and Seniors of Northrop played the Juniors and Seniors of Summit, and each school won one game. Meanwhile the lower grades were battling it out in Soccer. Then came winter and skating. The weather behaved well this time and Northrop gave its skating Program which was a popular success. During basketball season Northrop went over to play Summit. Four games were played between the four upper classes of each school, but Northrop won only one game. The championship basketball game between the freshmen and the juniors was one of the most exciting games Northrop has ever seen. The Juniors were the victors by a very nar- row margin. This winter Northrop girls, under the supervision of Miss 'Goodale, have added swimming to their other activities. Although it was not carried far this year, we hope that in years to come swimming will become an established sport at Northrop. In the spring both the tennis tournament and the baseball tournament were most exciting. Our thanks to Miss Dalton, Miss Shoemaker and to Eva Rutherford and her committee without whom these activities would have been impossible. COMMITTEE EVA RUTHERFORD .................................................. Chairman SALLY STEVENS i ............................................ Hockey VICTORIA SIMMONS - ANN STEVENSONI .................. Skiing ANN RICHARDS t LUCIA TEARSE ....................................................... Skating ELIZABETH STEVENSON l ........................................... Basketball MARJORIE SEYBOLD HENRIETTA HILL ..................................................... Baseball ELIZABETH WOODWORTI-I ............................................... Tennis MARY ALICE M'CGOUGH ................................................ Riding 87 88 Row 1: We wonder-is it prose or poetry he speaks?! Row 2: This is just too--too! Left: Do they all do it?! Right: Incantationsg a la Woodworth. Left: Seen at the speakers, table Right: Smbrgisbord, all done up with Seniors in Scandi- navian costumes. TATLER STAFF 1941 CO-EDITORS HELEN HARPER ANN HERSEY BUSINESS STAFF NANCY BRONSONI ............................................... Co-managers SUSAN WEST f MARILYN ASHLEY SALLY COWLES NORMA RITZ SALLY WHEELER LITERARY STAFF VIRGINIA VANDEVER ................................................ Chairman MARY JEANNE CLARK LENORE BENSON JOAN BARKER VIRGINIA TAYLOR SALLY ATWOOD SNAP-SHOT STAFF ANNE RELF ....................................................... Chairman ANN STEVENSON GRACE MARIETTE JANET HARTWELL CHARLOTTE DINSMOOR RITA ANN ROTERING MARY WURTELE ELIZABETH HARPER HELEN BENNETT NINA CARPENTER ART STAFF MARY WEBSTER .................................................... Chairman MARY ELIZABETH BRENTON VIRGINIA FISHER JANET MILLER RACHEL DORSEY MARY LYMAN LOWER SCHOOL REPRESENTATIVES JUDY BARKER KATHRYN HARPER DEDICATION Co-edt-tors, Chairmen RACHEL DORSEY JOAN BARKER ADVISERS MISS DUNCAN .......................................................... Art MISS GARST ......................................................... Business MISS KINNAIRD ...................................................... Editorial 89 9O BOULDER BRIDGE mam 7kg 440mg y OM 816m Qwemey Md Baby Calves af Boulder Bridge Farm Our milk is produced by healfhy clean Pure- bred Guernsey cows. H is cooled and pas- Jreurized immediafely affer milking and kepf cool unfil served +0 you 6+ all Day+on Com- pany resfauranfs. FOLLOW THROUGH WITH BOULDER BRIDGE G. N. Dayfon Boulder Bridge Farm Co. L. V. Wilson Presidenf Excelsior. Minn. SuperinfrendemL PeH'iH-Kysor 82 Co. 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Fish and Poulfry Tclcphonc Kcnwood 2691-2692 2406 chncpin Avenue Minneapolis COMPLIMENTS OF A FRIEND mnnsn 2Q mounnnn Incorporafed General Insurance Norfhwedern Bank Building MINNEAPOLIS MAin 7l44 Left: Oh, girls, please . . Center: Mary shoots a basket. Right: A1l right, girls. Left: Holy, holy, holy, Center: thafs my new car over there? Right: Where s Gue ? Left: Two modest damsels. Center: Hi, gang! Right: uAnd then Jim sez . . Left: We11, thafs another day. Center: Duncie.' Right: Pretty as a picture. 97 98 . .-:1 ' '. .. . , .- ' ,- .. ...-.-'.s.r,-,.'- .m, 1 K - .;;'.r.ti.r...- u. . . I r. . .;.;';;l Girls aren't ostriches any more Once girls wore hoopskirts. And ate beefsteak for breakfast. And discussed the weather. ngekng Today girls, like father But this is 1.941. and brothers, read the Today girls know a war is on Minneapolis Star Jour- nal and Tribune for: . that Dad Willhave to dig NEWS from all major press for defense taxes . . . that they,ll serviceS- PchURES from all major photo services. . . . that any girl is a back num- llPlNllle from Americh mp commentators. WOMAN'S WURI. with Marjorie 0n the news than girls have ever Ellis McCrady. Vera, Dorothy Dix, josephine Lowman, Caro- line Chatheld, Betty Crocker, Virginia SaHord. soon share the worldls headaches ber unless she,s better informed been before . . . that adds up to the... EVENINCI STAB. JOURNAI. MJNNEMWS MOW mam S UNDAY TRIBUNE 8r STAR JOURNAL hr SAFETY I ELECTRICALLY GREETINGS The Kenwood Grocery from me James H. McGuFFie. Proprie+or mIHHHUHHH HUlUER SHUP 2! l5 Wesf Twenfy-firsf Sfreef Wayza+a KEnwood 0020 Way. 174W Dorothy Hughart JJouJecleaning .7 COMPLIMENTS OF Communi+y Drug Co. 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FLOWERS for AH Occasions 2420 Hennepin KEnwood 5 560 COMPLIMENTS OF Margaref Rose Dress Shop New Add ress l22 Wes+ 26+h S+ree+ REgcnt 0109 Complimenfs of SUTHERLAND Engineering Co. AND ASSOCIATES RUTHIE SHOP MRS. RUTHERFORD 2l l4 GIRARD AVENUE SOUTH MINNEAPOLIS. MINNESOTA PHOTOGRAPHS PRINTING ENGRAVING by GarreH by Augsburg Publishing House by Bureau of Engraving, Inc. ll2 Left: Herse struggling with TATLER engravings. Right: Four pretty maidens all in a row. Left: Ohh-h-I did not. Right: Tell us, too? Left: Oh, cum on, don't be bashful! Right: Another one of those nights, Miss Heintz. Left: Freshman antics. Right: That gleam of satisfac- tion. m: Ital; 15. 1 am: 32. 1a .5?- 12. M53 a x a -