Northrop Collegiate School - Tatler Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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 Though she Ik hut little, she is fierce. —S liak es f carc Dolly Gay TIME: 8:29 PLACE: Senior Room ACTION: After racing madly down Kenwood Parkway in her little cream, at times grey, (we’ll settle for beige) Chevrolet, Dolly can be seen dashing for the senior room in one of her successful attempts to make the door before the tardy bell, but this is only the beginning of her terrible day at school. Perhaps Dolly’s small appetite accounts for her numerous disappearances during lunch | cri Kls, or is it-? We never can Ik quite sure where Dolly's mail (or male) will pop up from, but it’s sure to come from one place or another. Beautiful, but dumb may apply to some, but not to Dolly, we mean the latter part does not.

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ace. dl [a Lette Happy am I ; from care I'm free! Why aren’t they all contented like me? —Opera of La Bayadere Grade Have you ever walked past the Senior Room door and heard gales of laughter breaking the silence? If not. you have never heard those subtle remarks of our N.S.S.G. chairman. Grade with her radical ideas has sent us all into prolonged discussions and often to the brink of knock-down-drag-out lights. Since her entrance at Northrop in the seventh grade. Grace has blessed us with her good humor. She has long been a member of the N.S.S.G. and has lent her talents to the Dramatic Club. Ten years from now we shall probably find Grace in the state legislature fighting for negro rights, and in her spare time flying West to her favorite ranch in Montana or East to her work camp in West Virginia. Grace, with her efficiency and dependability, will be a welcomed student at Smith College.

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 Liza e.th KI funfit iJ tttiion “Her voice was ever soft, gentle, and low; an excellent thing in woman.” —Shakespeare Betty Betty has recently acquired a new outlook on life. And she polishes it continually—of course we mean those new glasses of which she is so proud. With those sparkling eyes and her contagious laughter she will always remain a immanent fixture in our memories. Skipping into the Senior room after lunch, Betty settles herself in a comfortable position on the floor and calls. “Who wants a fourth for bridge?” Since her entrance at Northrop, in the third grade. Betty has supported, letter than anyone, all projects of our class. She is a member of the Dramatic Club and the welfare committee: she contributes her resonant alto voice to the Glee Club and makes practically all the posters for school activities. An active and amiable member of Northrop, her good nature and sense of humor have kept the Senior Room in good spirits through many a gloomy day.