Northrop Collegiate School - Tatler Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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Hary Mill 'liaiy ( I Vfictnioxs Mi(t “We know nothing of tomorrow; our business is to Ik good and happy today.” —Coleridge Xo matter how early any of us may arrive at school, Mary is always there to greet us. At 8:29 Mary's pleading voice is heard above the Senior Room shouting, The Juniors are going in her vain effort to get us to chapel on time. This fall Mary amazed us with her portrayal of a store manager in a dramatic club play— the first time she has emerged from her inconspicuous but necessary work behind stage. Mary has also done a creditable job selling War Stamps, a job none of us envy. In summer Mary sjxmkIs much time on a ranch. Outside of school she is the only one of us to have a steady job. Besides her cheerful disposition, Mary is noted for her willingness to laugh at almost any joke, no matter how feeble. Next year she intends to go to Smith where her plans for a career are still uncertain.

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 £U 2 “So I have heard, and do in part believe it. —Shakespeare Ifersc Watching Hersey prepare to leave school in the afternoon ltas afforded us much amusement but also some gnashing of teeth. To hurry would he unthinkable, and so Hersc will probably live to a rijK. old age. Hersey is always ready to plunge into a good argument ora deep intellectual discussion, but she does have her lighter moments. As co-editor of the newspaper, she can Ik seen periodically rushing around gathering copy and despairing liecause a few wayward souls have no copy to give her. The Tatler has been her other problem child; with its meagre budget, the year book has really l een a problem. (Herse’s other problems include Hahvahd vs. Vale.) She joined N.C.S. and the Dramatic Club as a junior, and added her voice to tlie second sopranos this year. She moves on to Kadcliffc in July.

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“Sober, steadfast, and demure.” —Milton Zita Reineml)er the wonderful Mexican costumes and jewelry that were in the case outside the library at the l eginning of the year? Most of them belonged to our Scnorita. Zita. She is fond of anything that is Spanish. Whenever we see fuzzy angora socks, huge flowers in people’s hair, and bright printed blouses we'll think of Zee. Amid the din in the Senior Room you can sometimes hear a strange unexplainable gurgling language. This is probably Zita performing for a fascinated audience. Even though she was new at Northrop this last fall, many Xorthropites remembering the open house she gave in the summer after a Woodhill felt like old friends of Zita’s. Next year she ho|)es to go to the University of Arizona and plans to major in Spanish. I S. Zita is the darling of the Tatlcr editors, because she typed most of the senior biographies!