Northrop Collegiate School - Tatler Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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Sally At wood Everything has been said.” Sally can always be easily found during her spare time, for if she isn't holding forth at the bridge table, she is elsewhere in the Senior Room engrossed in deep conversation. Her solutions to her friend’s problems are highly respected, as are her literary and musical viewpoints which she utters with profound authority. As the top student in our class scholastically, Sally devotes much of her Senior Room privilege to helping the herd of distraught seniors finish their today's homework.” Sally is most sympathetic, and agrees on most any gripe that one might tell her. One of her greatest assets is her quality of reserve which she exercises in just the proper situations. Our Sal, with her long blond hair, and her shapely legs will make many fast friends at the college of her choice.

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Patricia Clifford Born with the gift of laughter and a sense that the world is mad. Tabu” Vaughn Monroe, and a Florida tan constitute Patsy's three secondary loves. These she pursues with her customary enthusiasm. Her light blue eyes are remarkable for their sparkle, and her ankles for their slimness. Patsy's sense of poise and style surpass our futile attempts at sophistication, but she never seems blase. Pat, our secretary-treasurer, is one of the gayest members of our class, and she regales us with her unique experiences. Her humor seldom fails us, and she is capable of carrying off the most embarrassing situations. Patsy with all her efficient manner accomplishes less than one would suppose. Despite the fact that spelling is her Waterloo, we predict writing of some type for her career. We are amused by Patsy's idiosyncrasies; we laugh at her exaggerated stories; we are drawn into seriousness by her more righteous moods. We will miss her next year—she's fun!

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Dorothy Barnes April came to bloom and never dim December. Fiddle faddle! It's Barnes, the red headed Venus of the class, defying her title of being the most obnoxious girl in the Senior Room. Dorothy, self-appointed captain of our victorious hockey team, may be discovered at most any point in the day tripping down the hall in her white knee highs muttering about how wonderful chapel lines would be if no one talked. During her ten years at Northrop, Dorothy has been a perpetual source of complete amazement to both friends and faculty, because of her unique questions and her fund of obsolete knowledge. Her ability to consume an unlimited amount of food has been forced into hibernation since the new lunch regulations have gone into effect. Above all her idiosyncrasies we will remember Dorothy for her ever ready sense of humor, her effervescent spirit, which is so completely the Barnes we know, and for her kittenish attractiveness.