Northrop Collegiate School - Tatler Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

Text from Pages 1 - 146 of the 1946 volume:

1946 'laMen. m6 Published by Northrop Collegiate School Minneapolis, Minnesota MHC Ethel M. Spurr Marion E. Goodalc Christine Kinnaird -Mary F. Hale Ethel E. Pease Ellen Rowley Blanch Barnhart Miriam Chambers Beatrice A. Blodgett Gladys Gricsman Amy Hodge Dagmar McClemcnt Dorothy Howell Gladys Shoop Irene Shursky Dorothy Lundholm Lenore Bordcau Veda Wiegand Jean Cummings Isabelle A. Marzolf Margaret Miller Maude C. Thompson Glacia Cole Jean Duncan Catherine Cram Lucille Kochlus Elizabeth Tifft Helen Shoemaker Genevieve Hartzlcr Norma Bicrbaucr Ardelle Perry Carolyn Alarik Elizabeth Eggleston FACULTY ..........- Principal Mathematics, Assistartr'to the Principal -------- English ------- - French ------- Mathematics ------- - French -------- English -------- History - - -- -- -- - Latin ------- - Latin ------- - English ------- - English - ----- Spanish, French ------ Mathematics, Science ------- - Science -------- Mathematics ------- - French ------- Mathematics ------- Sixth Grade -------- Fifth Grade - ------ Fourth Grade ----- Second and Third Grades - ....... Librarian ------- - Fine Arts ------ Speech, Dramatics Music Appreciation, Choral Music, Glee Clubs ------- - Piano ------ Physical Education ------ Physical Education - - ... - Executive Secretary -------- Secretary ------- - Assistant ------ Director, Dining Room TRUSTEES Mr. Huntington Brown, President Mrs. Benton J. Case, Vice-President Ganus V. Fait, Treasurer Mrs. H. B. Atwater Leavitt R. Barker Theodore W. Bennett • • ; George D. Dayton II Merrill Hutchinson . ... • W. Hubert Kennedy Dr. Elizabeth Lowry Mrs. Russell Morse, ex-officio Charles Silverson Mrs. Lucian Strong A:Wallace . GbaHes Jt VPinton Pr. .A. A- £ptt ld: ; • OFFICERS OF PARENT AND TEACHERS ASSOCIATION Mrs. Russell W. Morse, President Mrs. Merrill H. Gibbs, First Vice President Mrs. Charles L. Dickey, Second Vice-President Miss Ethel Pease, Recording Secretary Mrs. Arthur D. Hyde, Corresponding Secretary Mrs. Charles M. Denny, Treasurer We dedicate the 1946 TATLER to CATHERINE CRAM Her friendliness has won our affection, and her sincerity has been an inspiration to all. Ethel M. Spurr Principal 4dmi«U4£n4ti M Marion E. Goodale Assistant to Principal Standing: Miss Hartzlcr, Miss Marzolf, Mrs. Shoop, Miss SI Miss Chambers. Mrs. McClcmcnt. Miss Duncan. Miss RochKn’ vr Mrs- Hodge. Mrs. Barnhart. Miss Pease. Second Rou-: Mrs. Wiegand. Miss Thompson. Mrs. Griesman V.” Rov,,c - Mrs. Cummings. Miss Hale, Miss Cole, Miss Cram. • Goodalc, Miss Spurr, Miss Kinnaird, Seated: Miss Miller, Miss Blodgett, Mrs. Tift, Mrs. fiordcau TUemonied t e faculty TRANSLATIONS, book reports, maps, experiments, rehears-±. als, propositions and corollaries, source papers . . . The reveal-mg comments on diagnostic reports . . . Coffee and crackers at recess . . . Calm islands in whirlpools of students . . . Thrilling A’s and catasfiophic D s . . . Faculty Room, the inner sanctum . . . Autocrats of the Luncheon Tables .. . Counsel and sympathy . . . tie ScatanA A RED tie and the holier-than-thou” attitude . . . Kids dis- I covering that the vines beneath the senior room window might do just in case . . . Prissy saying, Oh, is Benson in the parade? But I thought there weren’t supposed to be any horses!” .. . Wondering why Merritt signed her letter, Your loving cousin, Benjamin” . . . Schirmer’s subtle hint, It’s not very noisy in here” . . . Debby’s timeless expression, Pass, for now” (meaningful look at her bridge partner) . . . Norma’s horrified, See King Lear, Miss Kinnaird. But I couldn’t possibly! Why, there’s the circus, and Dear Ruth, and the Ice Capades DuToit interrupting the melee to make one of her general announcements . . . Brunsdale’s dreamy, What was the name of the unknown soldier, Miss Chambers?” . . . The three-thirty-five line-up with combs and lipsticks . . . Chy emulating Ballard’s and Skellett’s as she walks into class an hour late— always on time, always helpful” . . . Stilson solemnly swearing never to say Hot Ziggety” again . . . Bar by’s It enhances my beauty immensely, it improves my beauty no end.” ... The lack of interest in a Valentine box until Cossie started working—(we wonder what inspired her) . . . Regular, agonized Friday morning cries of Susi Fait” ... The slogan on the Alcatraz pennant giving moral support to tortured students.. .The favorite victrola record: For a Good Man Nowadays Is Hard to Find” . . . Hanson’s obvious dislike of her quotation . . . Norton’s picture of Bob . . . Cynthia’s I get so tense!” . . . JoAnne, the only girl in the world who can’t stand orchids . . . McClain’s inimitable way of saying, OH, I didn’t want to get up this morning” . . . Denny asking the new maid if we were going to have shepherd’s pie for lunch, and being answered, No, we’re having ice cream” . . . Benson and Clark cutting the rug . . . The time Marlyss went to Objective Burma with Errol Flynn . . . Roxy saying, Oh, I don’t understand it, so how could any one else?” . . . Packard adjourning the meeting . . . Just the Senior Room . . . 9 tdaaui Pris is one of the more individualistic seniors. Many arc the times we catch her standing in front of the Back Home for Keeps” pictures, sadly murmuring ’Tain’t fair!” Belying her words, however, is the fact that Prissy is one of the busier seniors on weekends. Her commentaries on any and all subjects arc priceless. Prissy’s abilities range from making winning shots in hockey and basketball to painting sets for dramatics that would delight the soul of de Mille. We find her an invaluable member of the Senior Room with her naive comments, her understanding of French, and her good bridge hands. Four are the things that add up to Priscilla: demurencss, drama, Deephaven, and doubt. 1 dreamt I was in love again with the one before the last” Chairman, Junior Council—’43 Junior Glee Club—’43 Junior Drama Club—’43 Assistant-Treasurer of League—’44 Treasurer of League—’43 Senior Glee Club—’44 Senior Drama Club—’45, ’46 Varsity Hockey—’43, ’44, ’45, ’46 Varsity Basketball—’43, ’44, ’45 10 (?4 l xCe Benson’s becoming a regular member of the Senior Room in November gave cause for a big celebration. Since that time we have become familiar with her early morning announcement, “Have you studied? I didn’t do a thing.” Her perpetual sense of humor helps her to take our teasing and also makes her a starring character in our class skits. The color(s) and styles of Ruth’s hair have always been a fascination to the seniors, who have also been entertained by her jitterbugging, piano playing, and stomp kicking. Wednesday afternoon usually holds great plans for her. Around Benson, it is inevitable that you should hear, “Why shurr—fella!”—an original expression of comradeship just like our rare, friendly Ruth. Life is wbat you make it; 1 prefer to make it interesting Junior Drama Club—’43 Senior Drama Club—’44 Athletic Committee—’43, ’44 Entertainment Committee—’46 Varsity Hockey—’45 Varsity Basketball—’43, ’44, '45, ’46 11 'TKtvifawt ‘S'uca date Although Margaret is one of the most recent additions to our class, she is a valuable one, and is known for her willingness to fall in line with almost any project suggested. The dreamy, far-off look and startling remarks of our tall, blonde beauty have caused hilarious outbursts from many a senior. She has a certain fascinating smile and an ideal figure which is the envy of us all. Margo manages to acquire quite a repertoire of rural songs—aside from an alluring sun tan—while working down on the farm.” She is probably the most undecided of all us confused seniors concerning the misty future, but we know that her friendly personality will make her welcome anywhere. 12 Entertainment Committee____ 46 San ana (2Can6 It is difficult to imagine what our class would have been like if Barb had never joined it in the eighth grade. It certainly would have lacked the sparkle Barb brings to any group, and the class’ laurels in hockey would certainly have suffered without Clark’s Varsity record! She has the faculty of being able to fit in successfully with any group. Barb’s most amazing and enviable trait is her utter frankness. She says the things that everyone thinks but never dares express for fear of being misunderstood or ridiculed. This trait has made Barbara a respected member of the Senior Room Committee. We will probably never forget Barbara’s beautiful tan, her big brown eyes, and her wonderful sense of humor. Life is just one darned thing after another ” Junior Drama Club-—’43 Entertainment Committee—’45 Senior Room Committee—’46 Public Relations Committee—’46 Varsity Hockey—’43, ’44, ’45, ’46 Varsity Basketball—’43, ’44, ’45, ’46 13 Ever heard of the Green Giant? Then you’re a friend of Ann. Cossie, with her hearty laughter and wonderful sense of humor, is a source of great amusement to everyone. Her distinctive, intellectual style of glasses and her hospitality arc famous, but these details do not show us the true, profound Cosgrove. One of the more inspired authoresses and appreciators of the arts, she succeeds in having her name read on the honor roll biannually . . . all the while seeming to be living only for a good time. The Public Relations Committee has prospered under her administration and forceful advertisement. We think the college that gets Cossie, with her intriguing tales of Le Sueur, is very lucky. Nor age nor custom can stale her infinite variety.” Junior Drama Club—’43 Senior Drama Club—’44, ’45, ’46 Class President—’44 School Procedure Committee—’45 Vice-president in Charge of Public Relations—’-46 14 'Wtasity Sfazwn 'Dewty Punky s cheery smile is a constant source of comfort to the seniors. Having had a taste of Northrop life back in the grades, she evidently felt its magnetic pull, for the prodigal daughter returned to our midst in her freshman year. One of the most ardent of bridge enthusiasts, she is usually eager to make a fourth. The bridge table, driving group (her car is very accommodating) and corridor gab sessions are enriched by much of the latest gossip when our Time 'l est star is around. We are sure that Mary Eleanor, with her social polish and pleasant disposition, is bound to be happy in college. And yet she see wed busier than she was.’ Senior Glee Club—’44 Public Relations Commute?—43, ’44 School Procedure Committee—’46 15 f � Su$a ute ‘Dutoit Should some senior fall out of the window, Sukey would remain calm. This imper-turability is just the reporter's instinct—she would think, Ah-h, a story for the T a tier, and run for her notebook. Her calmness stands her in good stead in her job of publications director with its nerve-racking system of dragging staff members to committee meetings and making printers' deadlines. Sukey, as the Mother Superior in Murder in a Nunnery last year made dramatic headlines. Her good marks in history tests when she docs her studying all at the last minute arc as mysterious as her shorthand. It was a lucky day for us when Sukey betook herself from Chaska and entered her red hair and enthusiasm at Northrop. There are smiles that make you happy . . ” Senior Drama Club—’45. ’46 Awards Committee—'45 Tatlcr Board—'45 Council Representative—’45 Vice-president in Charge of Publications—'46 Basketball Varsity—'45, '46 Baseball Varsity—'45 Hockey Varsity—'46 Captain of White Team—'46 16 Su cuute When you hear a strident shriek or a loving ‘'Oh, Lamb!” echoing from the Senior Room, you know it comes from our neat, tailor-made” Susi. She is famed for her distinction in dress, which arouses much feminine envy. Susi has spent a great deal of time and effort at her job as Vice-president in Charge of School Procedure. All her classmates seem to steer clear of her on Friday for fear of being entrusted with the unenviable position of detention supervisor. The utterances of her parrot, Willie, are a frequent source of amusement, and serve to keep Susi always cheerful, an attitude which, combined with her sense of humor and friendly manner, has won for her many friends. 77 be merry, I'll be free; I'll be sad for nobody.” School Procedure Committee—’45 Vice-president in Charge of School Procedure—’46 Senior Room Committee—’46 Council Representative—’45 Varsity Hockey—’44 17 ) (fytttfaa tfafMe ‘'Hey, you hackers!”—we know that this quip could only come from Cynthia. Even though everyone complained of the deprivations of the war, Cynthia hasn’t been affected by the man-power shortage. As she herself would say, Don’t be bitter, girls!” She is one of the small minority who manages to look nice in uniform. When anyone wants to find her, she just follows the scent of White Shoulders,” Cynthia’s particular passion. Cynthia was the energetic Class President in ’45 who won us a reputation for doing things.” Her athletic triumphs through the years account for her election as Vice-president in Charge of Athletics for 1946. Cynthia’s novel expressions are as contagious as her personality, and we know that she will go far in her achievements. School Procedure Committee—’44 Class President—’45 Vice-president in Charge of Athletics and Entertainment—’46 Varsity Hockey—’44, ’45, ’46 Varsity Basketball—’43, ’44, ’45, ’46 Varsity Baseball—’45, ’46 18 waCitte Turn the pages of ye olde school annual and witness the fruits of Caroline’s year of toil—her struggle to get snapshots, clear, appropriate, varied, and unposed.’’ At times Caroline is the epitome of talkative enthusiasm, the subjects of her conversation ranging from serious-minded comment on current affairs that have made her a runner-up in the Time tests to such ejaculations as Terrific! or Ma-ad passion!” about some frivolous feminine frill. If you have one of the school calendars, you have a memento of Caroline’s artistic talent in her sketch for the March page. Caroline’s trademarks are her large, green eyes, long, red fingernails, feather haircut and shapely legs. Were man but constant, be were perfect.” Senior Drama Club—’43, ’44 School Procedure Committee—’45 Awards Committee—’45 Publications Committee—'46 Varsity Hockey—’43, ’44 19 ‘R.ax cvty 'rfyyde Any senior who has a first period study is bound at some time to see our St. Boni-facius girl arrive late, heavily loaded with books, saying that the car wouldn’t start— again. Roxy’s definitely full day comprises playing the piano, adding more books to her fabulous reading list, exercising the horses,” and telling us about how one dog stole the meat supply, etc., etc. She is one of the class’s better athletes and more conscientious students—we have seen her move kit, kaboodle and typewriter into the Senior Room to write the last half of her term paper the day it is due. Roxy and her Mound home will linger on in Northrop tradition for six more years—as long as the seventh grade docs not forget the momentous party of last fall. ”Wc arc two travelers, Roger ami I. Roger's my dog. Athletic Committee—’44, ’46 Senior Glee Club—’44 Madrigal Group—’44 Varsity Hockey—’43, ’44. ’45, ’46 Varsity Basketball—’43, ’44, ’45 Varsity Baseball—’43 20 Here we have Barby (spelled with a y”) Long. If she is not holding her own in a friendly argument, she is showing us one of the finer points of bridge. It is Barby, the Minnesota fan, who keeps us up on all the football news and the life history of the team. She claims she is the screen porch type, but don’t believe it. She is often seen on the golf course, and she is skipper of one of the two sailboats on Lake Bcmidji. Long is an inspiration to many with that determined will power practiced at the lunch table. The topics of her continuous conversation range from bathing her cocker spaniel, to a new pair of earrings. Contrary to the popular belief about red hair, Barby does not have an explosive temper, and her winning smile makes an impression wherever she goes. She would interrupt St. Peter's roll call to ask him a question. Junior Glee Club—’43 Junior Dramatic Club—’43 Senior Glee Club—’44 Senior Drama Club—’44 Awards Committee—’44 Entertainment Committee—’44 Public Relations Committee—’45 Varsity Hockey—’45 Varsity Basketball—’45 Publications Committee—’46 21 (fyanlotte One of the wonders of the age is how Chy can arise at 8:10, spend fifteen minutes sipping her milk, and still be able to arrive at school in time for roll—usually. It could be that, after sliding down the back hill every day for twelve years, she knows her way quite well. Yes, Charlotte is the one and only girl in our class who has been at Northrop since first grade. During this time she has ably lent her athletic ability to many class and varsity teams. For the past year she has dedicated to the seniors her new-found talent of making holiday decorations. Her fascinating way of cocking her head as her dog does, her laughing eyes, her laziness, and her friendliness arc some of the things that make Chyly what she is and what everyone likes. I like work; it fascinates nit•— can sit amt watch it for hours Awards Committee—’43 Junior Drama Club—’43 Junior Glee Club—’43 President, Junior Glee Club—’43 Senior Glee Club—’44 Athletic Committee—’43, 45 Public Relations Committee—’46 Varsity Hockey—’43, ’44, ’45, ’46 Varsity Basketball—’44, ’45, ’46 Varsity Baseball—’45 22 Hi kids! Guess who called me las. night?” That’s our Sal as she comes breezing in every morning, bundled contentedly in her fur co.it. If there aren t cnoug trans ations written in our Latin books, McClain can fix us up with a more revealing one from her pet peeve, the second-hand bookstore. Sal is always the first to complete assigned source papers and themes. She is a marvelous raconteur” and keeps many of us spellbound and envious as she describes her week-ends. The amount of food Sally consumes in proportion to her size is amazing to her fellow-seniors; we all agree that McClain is not hampered by her size, and though she be little, she be fierce.” Senior Glee Club—’44 Public Relations Committee—’45 Second-hand Book Store—’46 23 Wevutt ‘TftctZuem Hurry upl” It’s Merritt desperately trying to pull a few seniors into chapel on time for a change. As if this job were not enough, she has the equally thankless one of the second-hand book store. Thanks to Merritt, the Senior Room is always well stocked with the latest records. Her cute figure and vivid personality have made her one of the luckier seniors with week-end tales. It puzzles the rest of us how Merritt can keep up her honor roll marks and her fashion designs during classes. For four years the art room has been one of her favorite haunts, and art will probably be her major interest in college. The halls of Northrop will miss the sparkling laughter of the last of the McQueen clan. The devil hath power to assume a pleasing shape. Drama Club—’44, 46 Glee Club—’44 Class Secretary-Treasurer—’45 Second-Hand Book Store—’45, 46 School Procedure Committee—’46 24 fJoavme 7'lecuwttut Anyone noticing .1 blond curly head being poked into a classroom and quickly withdrawn, knows it is only Jo looking for her first hour class. Having weathered the morning bus ride, she flops on a couch, and when her classes have passed may be found burrowing through her pile of books. Her Heaf-cns no!” is a certain indication that she has decided not to spend her day of vacation with her petite” sister. A highly satiric wit and humor are known to be unsurpassable as gloom chasers and many a day Jo’s has enlivened a despondent senior facing the dismal prospect of a quiz. Another thing that never ceases to amaze us all is Jo’s never failing interest for the drafted tourists” of France. Here’s good luck to a cute gal—Jo! 25 Titutcty Ttontott Hi ya, dearies! How about a round of bridge before the tardy bell?” says Culbertson’s protegee, as she greets us, early in the morning. Nancy Ann’s cheery personality and genuine co-operation have been an inspiration to all and have won her many friends. It’s a mystery to everyone how Norton can consume so much French pastry and candy and still retain her smooth figure. Norton excels in all sports, but it is for her Sonja Heinie figure skating that we expect to see her name in bright lights. Her loyalty to the Dramatic Club was rewarded this year by her being elected president. Whatever college gets our Nancy Ann gets a wonderful gal, and we want her to know we will always keep the ice clear” for her. She knows more than she says” Class Secretary-treasurer—’44 Entertainment Committee—’43 Athletic Committee—’44 Public Relations Committee—’45 Tatler Board—’46 Junior Drama Club—’43 Senior Drama Club—’44, ’45, ’46 Secretary, Senior Drama Club—’45 President, Senior Drama Club—’46 Varsity Hockey—'43, ’44, ’45, ’46 Varsity Basketball—’43, ’44, ’45, ’46 Varsity Baseball—’45 26 'De wttA yiuacut Here we have the only girl in the world who can tell a stale joke and get away with it. Debby has brightened many a gloomy day in the Senior Room with her puns and eccentric dance creations. Is Debby’s rendition of Tea for Two good? Just ask her. As captain of the school’s Blue Team she has done wonders for their morale. Her favorite sport is skiing, and any free time to be had is spent at Moon Valley. How Debby arrives at her classes on time is beyond us all, for she always has to dig her boks out from under some couch where she claims we bide them from her. Debby has been a welcome member of our class since the ninth grade, and has always drawn the spotlight of attention by her fun and friendliness. Debby has her serious side, too, and we like her just as she is. '7 put all toy worries in a box, sit on the lid and laugh. Entertainment Committee—’43, ’46 School Procedure Committee—’44 Publications Committee—’45 Captain, Blue Team—’46 Varsity Hockey—’45, ’46 Varsity Baseball—’45 27 7 ac and When Pack's memory fails her at crucial moments, various miscellaneous objects may be seen flying in her frenzied attempt to locate a lost article. We warn you not to let this spectacle, or the fact that to questions she answers, Oh, splotz, what’s that?” mislead you. Mary has approached her job as class president with a persevering attitude, and has endeavored with success to enlighten us and bring us together on momentous decisions. Iking an active member of the Senior Room Committee, she is very instrumental in deciding the fate of future bridge players. We could go on and on about her perfect figure and enviable number of dates, etc., but we won’t try to sell Pack to you—because she sells herself. My home is in beaten; Vm here on a visit Senior Glee Club—'44 Athletics Committee—’4 5 Senior Class President—’46 Varsity Hockey—'44, ’45, ’46 Varsity Basketball—’43, ’44, ’45, '46 Varsity Baseball—’45 28 Ttowuz TQitf Versatility sums up our Norma. An honor roll student since seventh grade. League Secretary in ’4 5, and dynamic business manager of the 1946 Taller, she has left a long record of “services to the school”—but don’t let such formidible thoughts frighten you! Full of fun, friendly, and hospitable, Norma is known for fascinating hair ribbon and lipstick combinations which are but one instance of her perfection in detail. Norma is one of those girls who excite envious looks by being unable to decide which of her numerous male friends she ought to invite to the dance. An inventory of the cloak room reveals that three-fourths of the mittens were knitted by Norma, a proof of her vivacious energy. Wha she does not know is not worth knowing” Junior Glee Club—’43 Senior Glee Club—’44 Entertainment Committee—’43, ’44 Class President—’43 Secretary, Junior Council—’43 Secretary, League—’45 Business Manager of Taller—’46 Varsity Hockey—’45, ’46 Varsity Basketball—’43, ’44, ’45, ’46 Varsity Baseball—’45 29 s4 mi Scfowtesi I rom the time Rudy arrives at school in the morning and wakes us up sufficiently to take attendance, until she becomes the class chauffeur after school, she is a constant source of fun. Everyone is so quiet! is her usual sarcastic complaint, and she usually helps to remedy the situation. Rudy’s and Debbie’s rendition of Moses is considered unsurpassed in the field of light comedy. We cannot call Rudy an habitual joker, however, because at the most unexpected times, usually after a hard test, she waxes serious and resolves to study. Schirm’s interest in the South Pacific is not entirely geographical, and her constant request for Confessin”’ might offer some explanation. We have only one regret about Ruth— that she didn’t become a member of the class until last year. The mind has a thousand eyes and the lyeart hut one Senior Drama Club—’45 Athletic Committee—’46 Varsity Hockey—’46 Class Secretary-treasurer—’46 30 S ectcC Every morning as we peer from the Senior Room windows, we see Marlyss alight from her black convertible in her huge animal coat. No one will ever know what beast presented it to our tallest classmate. Inasmuch as she is one of the few lake girls who drive to school every day, the dismissal crowd is very likely to hear, Marlyss, arc you going my way?” and she is usually happy to oblige. As League President this year, Marlyss has done a marvellous job. Her calmness and patience—qualities which also give her the enviable ability of being able to study in the midst of the Senior Room hubbub—have helped her to direct the affairs of student government throughout the year with gratifying success. And what she greatly thought she greatly dared ” Class Secretary-treasurer—’43 Junior Council—’43 Senior Glee Club—’44 Awards Committee—’44, ’45, ’46 School Procedure Committee—’44, ’45, ’46 Secretary-treasurer, School Procedure Committee—’45 League President—’46 31 Suidott l ar back in the days of the fourth grade appeared Mary and her braids. The seniors remember not only Mary’s wide brown belt, her spontaneous smile, and her willingness to make a fourth,” but also her artistic and literary ability, evidenced by contributions to the art exhibit, and the Tatler contest. Senior biographies would never have reached the printer without Mary’s persistence as senior division editor. She has had the enviable habit of retaining a place on the honor roll each year; and her pianistic talent, exhibited at last year’s Glee Club Concert, has probably influenced her in her choice of college. Mary of the long ago braids is now Mary of the lovely long tresses and the quiet friendliness which have endeared her to the class of 1946. God bless the man who first invented sleep” Junior Drama Club—’43 President, Junior Drama Club—’43 Junior Glee Club—’43 Senior Glee Club—’44, ’43 Senior Drama Club—’46 Secretary, Senior Drama Club—’46 Tatler Board—’44, ’45, ’46 32 NAME NICKNAME HANGOUT Prissy” The Point Bens” Shattuck Brunsdale Lost and Found rUrlr Barb” Washburn district Lc Sueur Punky” ... 44th street Sukey” Dana’s Place, Chaska Susi” - Marly ss’s Tennis courts Care McQueen’s m,ja Roxy” Stables Barby” Bern id ji Chy” La Crosse McClain” Hasty Tasty Wabbit” ..... McGowan’s Newman .. Jo” Doctor Hudson’s Norton Nancy Ann Ivey’s INunan Pack” Lost and Found N.R.” Train station Rudy” Traffic school Marlyss Susi’s Stilson Mary Hay fever resorts 34 MAD PASSION AMBITION CONTRIBUTION TO PERFECT SENIOR curly hair to find an ambition coloring shoes . be a designer. vim, vigor, vitality gambling get a diploma figure shiny cars .... get married eyes men who suffer ? . hair S.T.M.A ...go to Europe smile the Irish S. DuToit O’Brian complexion Willie top billing at the Alvin even temperament ’‘White Shoulders” get to college sophistication Tabu” Isc a commercial artist pug nose Horses enter the Kentucky Derby athletic ability football marry an All-American — dimples Thomas - get to school on time eye lashes men graduate appeal carnations to be an interior decorator cuteness a rotating toothbrush for pivot tooth understand relativity quick comeback pretzels marry a psychologist tan sleep be a Phi Beta Kappa sincerity red shoes have time to eat friendliness omelettes major in Home Ec. versatility Roddy wear mv glasses one whole day cute laugh convertibles be a medical technician legs Josephine Low man prove my sanity conscientiousness ‘%e Ptonie6 t6e (ZtoMCA NTERCLASS com petition . . . The lizzard in Geggie’s desk . . . Signs like this: No Crowding at the Senior Room Door” . . . The mighty hockey champs, the Ninth Graders . . . Dal and Crosby shoving their heads through a window—anything for a laugh ... The Seventh Grade’s vow, after reading King Arthur, to be angels the rest of the year. Ah, Los Dos Dias! . . . The sweetest singer in the school—Cheryl Newman, Fourth Grade ... The wieners for lunch the day after the biology class operated on worms . . . Christine Char don, asked what there was to remember about the Eighth Grade, replying, Our good reputation” ... The Christmas play presented by the Eighth and Ninth Grades . . . Memories of kindergarten, or Where are those boys now? . . . Senior English class, Miss Kinnaird: The second actor was dubbed the protagonist.” B. Long: Why did they call him rDubbed’?” . . . Junior English class, Miss Kinnaird, reading from a theme: President Roosevelt was shot in the middle of his campaign” . . . Tenth Grade Latin Class: Because when Caesar turned his mind, the long ships, of which and kinds it was to the barbarians rather strange and moving to use more unoccupied a little to be removed he ordered burden-bearing ships from The Seventh Grad- ers and their Seniors ... The Ninth Grade and their many, many gardenias at the League Dance ... The hysterical, though unhistorical, remarks passed between two Seventh Graders: Who was buried in Grant’s tomb?” and the prompt reply: The unknown soldier” . . . The recesses Jerre Sprague, Fourth Grade, loses . . . Cici Cleveland and detention . . . Braid Day, proclaimed by the Seventh Grade . . . Bubble gum . . . The poem quoted here only because of its last line: You can always tell a Senior, she is so neatly dressed; You can always tell a Junior, she is always at her best; You can ahvays tell a Freshman by her sheepish looks and such; You can always tell a Sophomore, but you can’t tell her much.” 37 Standing: Mann, Cardie, Beaverson, Leek, Skoglund, Lehman, Harrison, R. Harper. Lee, Campbell. Second Rou : Eggleston, Vi'ittman, Wrench, A. Gray, Jensen, M. L. Tuttle, Gcggic, P. DcsRochcrs, Morse. P. Thomas, B. Ross, Knoblauch, Barker, Sessions. Seated: Upgren, Owens. Hutchinson, Molan, Dalrymplc, D. Fait. P. Skcllct. Absent: Chilton. F.vensen, M. Crosby. Young. The final meeting was called by our president, Peggy DcsRochers, to discuss the events of the year. Somewhat to Miss Pease’s dismay, the class was of record size this year with thirty-four members. We have vigorously shown our school spirit and cooperation in drives for neat coat-rooms and even chapel lines. Many juniors joined the harried ranks of study hall supervisors this year, and have also participated in the dramatic and glee clubs. Council representatives for this year were Florence Eggleston for the first half, and Joanne Molan for the second. The junior skit for the old girl’s party for the new” consisted of naming every girl in the school, a difficult feat. The junior class sponsored the Victory Bond Drive in November, and after much wear and tear on the adding machine, it was found we had raised $2702.45. Despite the critical man shortage and a pitifully small treasury, the class will give the annual Junior-Senior dance in early June—the last, and we think, the best, event of the year. Respectfully submitted, Jean Geggie Secretary 38 Standing: Donovan, Stillman, Regan, S. Bros, Ncilson, B. Nunan. J. Wurtelc, Brown, Ar.kcnv, Running. StconJ Row: Swan, G. Rice, Jamison, Barry, Gibbs, H. Sutton, M. Gamble, Cole, N. Long, Winton, C. Cleveland, Warner. Stated: K. Harper, M. Tuttle, Hiatt, Barber, Worthington, Rclf, Wilscy, McRae, McBride. Absent: M. Bennett, Fossecn, B. Gray, Hewitt. Ladd, M. Rand. The purpose of the first meeting of the sophomore class was to elect the officers and Council members for the year. Katherine McRae was elected president and Charlotte Cleveland secretary-treasurer. Representatives to the Council were Joan Wurtele and Helen Hewitt. Sophomore representatives on activities committees for the year were: Public Relations, Joan McBride and Molly Rand; Publications, Betty Regan, Louise Jamieson, Helen Winton and Marguerite Tuttle; Athletics, Charlotte Cleveland, Barbara Nunan, Mary Relf, Peggy Wilscy, Katherine McRae, and Ann Worthington. The sophomore class sponsored a dance for the benefit of the Red Cross, and it proved to be a great success socially and financially. The class was well represented in the Dramatic Club, Glee Club, and other activities. Respectfully submitted, Charlotte Cleveland Secretary 39 Standing: A. Hudson, C. Skcllct, E. Cleveland, B. Sutton, Finch, E. Bennett, Bidwcll, Binder, Witt, Parker. Second Row: Ann Crosby, Goodrich, Damon, Boos, Fullerton, S. Velie, Zicrold, Trisko, Nelson, B. Crosby, Alice Crosby, Brcidcnbach, Guidingcr. Seated: Burton, Hotchkiss, Coleman, Strieker, Duff, P. Rand, M. Rice, MeGandy, M. Loudon. 0?'ie4A Ke t Molly Duff, ninth grade president, presided at all the class meetings. There were thirty-two members in the class with six of the number new to Northrop this year. Penny Rand and Dorothy Witt were elected representatives for the Council, first and second semesters respectively. Charlotte Coleman, Mary Loudn, and Dorothy Witt were on the Public Relations committee, while Anne Boos, Barbara Finch, and Elinor Goodrich were representatives on the Publications committee. On the Athletic committee were Betsy Crosby, Joan Fullerton, Betty Sutton, and Marion Zicrold. Joan Strieker, secretary-treasurer, reported the financial success of the Spring Style Show and Food Sale. The proceeds were given to the school in the form of a combination victrola and radio. The class expressed its appreciation to Mrs. Barnhart for her help and encouragement throughout the year. 40 Respectfully submtited, Joan Stricker, Secret ary-T rcasurer Above: E. Velie, Moore, Buckland, Wiegand, H. Dayton, Kelley, C. Ross, Luce, Case, C. Wurtclc. On stain: Kingman, Aurand, Burnett, G. Gamble, Greenly, Newhart, L. Hcffclfingcr, R. Nelson, Diet , Sivertson, Murphy, Middlcbrook. McMillan. Front: Glad, E. Barrows, J. Loudon, Chardon, Kerr, m! Hcffclfingcr, M. Morse. Absent: Q. Thomas. tyiacte In September the class met to elect Katharine Buckland the class president, and Harriett Dayton, secretary, and to choose committee chairmen. A motto was selected for the class: Nothing is so difficult but that it may be found out by seeking. A room library was organized and arrangements made for bulletin board exhibits. The class has been well represented in the Junior Dramatic Club and in the Junior Glee Club. Karen Gamble and Robyn Nelson represented the class on the Tatlcr Board. Anne Newhart and Carolyn Thomas were members of the Public Relations Committee. Connie Wurtele represented us on the Athletic Committee. Our special projects this year have been the making of favors for the Red Cross, the trimming of the school Christmas tree, and the selling of the school calendars to raise money for a kiln for the art studio and to support the T atler. Respectfully submitted, Harriett Dayton, Secretary 41 Back row: Pa e. Silvcrson, Farnand, Andrews, H. Bros, Osborne, Smith, Guthrie, Wishart, Patterson. SeconJ row: Seed, Stahr, Beard, Atwood, Woodard, Johnston. Seated: Overholt, E. Fullerton, Archambo, Bell, M. Hudson, Stephens. Absent: M. Dayton, S. Dcs Rochcrs, Head, MacDougall. Seventh tyuzete At the first meeting of the year, the seventh grade elected temporary officers, Susan Dcs Rochcrs as president and Margaret Patterson as secretary-treasurer, to preside until December when permanent officers could be chosen. The class voted to give a dog show in October, following the study of pets in a unit of literature. It was agreed that three seniors should be invited to act as judges for the show,.and that three displays should be allowed: china and stuffed dogs, and picture displays. At the December meeting, Sally Ovcrholt was elected president, and Eva Seed, secretary-treasurer. It was voted that the seventh grade should sponsor a sleigh-ride party at the Fullerton home at Long Lake for the senior class. The class also made arrangements to take charge of the wrapping of the Christmas gifts for the Phyllis Wheatley House in Minneapolis. Respectfully submitted, Eva Seed, Sccrctary-T rcasurcr 42 Fourth rou: Paine, McCabe, Tinker. Third row. B. Osborne, Pratt, Atwater, J. Cleveland. Second row: P. MacMillan. McCarthy. Good. Jatfray. Fir t row: Dickey. Maslon. J. Campbell. Caron. Absent: J. Carlson. Sextet tyuzde Every year, on one day a week, a member of the Sixth Grade is expected to hold the flag in chapel for the patriotic service. This year the ceremony went especially smoothly on Wednesday mornings. The social highlight of the year was the Arithmetic Tea, given by the Sixth Grade to honor their parents. A group presented a skit about arithmetic for the amusement of the guests. A second skit, The White Fox,” a fairy tale, was enacted by another group. The Class of ’52 was exceedingly busy all year listening to the Books Bring Adventure program on the radio, helping the school in Red Cross and Bond drives, cutting silhouettes illustrating fables, contributing original works to the Social Studies project, and joining in various other social and academic activities. 43 Stan Jinn: Moocrs, C. Brown, R. HcfTcIfingcr, Hollcrn, Gipson, Gage. Nash, Dodge. Staled: J. Patterson, Hodgman, Newton, C. Crosby. The enthusiastic fifth grade was very active this year. In art they painted the story of Ulysses and hung the completed work as a scries around the room. At Christmas time, the fifth grade made place cards and tray mats for the children at the Glen Lake Sanitarium. Twenty-four books, the children’s own Christmas presents, were set up as a special library, and the girls were allowed to read them after they had completed their required reading. As an added interest in science, potatoes and carrots were grown. One carrot grew to the height of thirty inches, to the delight and amazement of the fifth-graders. A class messenger and an editor of the bulletin board were chosen every three weeks by Miss Marzolf, their teacher. 44 RcaJinx left from center: J. Sprague, J. Ritchie, L. Andrews, C. dcLaitire, P. Gage, G. Bo'andrr, J. Lewin, J. Stuurmans, E. Bbin, J. Morgan, J. F.hrcnberg, C. Newman, M. Lsmont, R. Caron, M. Bank?, !.. Dodge, J. Wilson, J. Samuclson, B. Andreas, F. Graef. Absent: S. Hiatt, J. Gricss, J. Lowry, J. Shevlin. ScAool Northrop students, aged seven, eight and nine, already begin to feel the power of a liberal education. Evidence of this overwhelming power is found in complaints of inhumanly heavy homework—yes, even in the fourth grade! The lucky, lucky third graders. assignment free, practically play! All they have to do, besides the three R’s, is make those simple travel books—almost entirely drawing—and those nature books; and poof! All the second grade has to do is learn to read! Oh, yes, and we think that what Miss Thompson is having us do, framing the best art picture of the week or the month for a period of time, is a super idea! It makes us try harder at the thing they call self-expression. One of the highlights of impromptu class and group plays was the fourth grade’s production of Cinderella. However elaborate the costuming, which included a pair of nylon stockings, it failed to include the pumpkin coach, provided by imagination alone. Still, there arc some things that can never be presented as play, like arithmetic and spelling—but we do manage to have time for typical childish fun. Whec! 45 7ftent nie4, rfctivitied THE September day when Northrop opened with a bang . . . The old girl's antics for the new . . . the line that formed in front of the phone at recess . . . Bond drives . . . The tension of rehearsals before a big production . . . Thanksgiving boxes and Christmas pageants . . . Everyone studying for exams, and the rush for the second-hand bookstores . . . Nor thro p's Sonja Heinies cavorting at the skating party . . . ffShads on Wednesdays . . . Big business ventures at recess . . . Glee Club girls invited to Breck . . . the return concert and the tea-dance here at Northrop . . . The months that roll by on Northrop calendars . . . Applause for pianist Untermeyer .. . The Chardon concert. . . Mincing maidens at the Style Show . . . Blank-faced Spanish students at French chapels . . . Enjoying George Grim . . . The empty look of study halls before glorious vacations . . . Northrop rushing to the University on Symphony days . . . Reading rrFunnies that won't help on the Time Test . . . Boxes for the French . . . Virgil's graceful antics pushing a shovel on the rink . . . Northrop halls filled with male voices to make money for the Red Cross . . . Gifts of a loud speaker, and sound proofing to drown it out. . . Northrop gluttons expanding to a new dining room . . . Long receiving lines and a short League Dance . . . Frantic rushes to committee meetings on Tuesdays ... The unfamiliar, sophisticated costumes worn by seniors on the day of the Faculty Tea . . . Students and faculty battling it out at basketball . . . Flaunted nights in the library before term paper deadlines ... The Tatler staff on the scent of copy and pictures . . . The senior line-up outside the telephone booth as college entrance reports come in . . . Miss Spurt's oft-repeated rrA word to the wise concerning the appearance of the front row in chapel . . . The futile efforts of the study hall supervisor on Friday seventh period . . . 47 (?ateud zr September 14—The leave arc beginning to fall but not our spirit ; school starts. September 17—The younger members join the happy throng. October 4—Don't let the date fool you, the Christmas boxes for France are on their way. October 10—The school is officially united at the old girls' party for the new. October 17—When the renowned Mr. Untermeyer speaks to u . all Northrop fairly glows with joy. October 25—George Grim seems to bring Western Europe right to Northrop via his talk. November 8—With new buses to ride in and good music to hear, most of Northrop attends the first symphony. November 15—Parley-vous francais? Miss Wallace speaks to the juniors and seniors at luncheon. November 15-16—We all put our shoulders to the wheel in the Victory Bond drive. November 21—With enough turkey and much good spirit for all. Thanksgiving vacation arrives. November 27—We learn there is more to India than the Sacred Cow from our speaker Mr. Hirvale. November 28—Mr. Weber tells juniors and seniors of opportunities for women in the field of interior decorating. December 5—Mr. Swan cautions that Jane Arden is fiction from the comics but still manages to make a newspaper career look exciting. December 21-January 8—A much needed rest (?) i gained by the entire school. January 18—Northrop has its own Ice Follies at the annual skating party. January 24—Raising money for our scholarship proves to be a rare privilege when we can buy tickets for the Chardon Concert. January 28-Fcbruary 1—Sharpen your pencils and wits, those old exams are here again! February 8—Everyone decides that the League Dance is even worth the line of chaperons. February 22—In Washington’s true spirit we all confess that this vacation is highly appreciated. March 1—We help March in with some music and gay frolics at the Red Cross Dance. March 7—Spring is in the air, new clothes are modeled at the Style Show. March 14—The symphony season ends with lovely spring weather and a guest violinist. March 19—Something new ha been added to our routine, we become hostesses to the Brcck Glee Club. March 21-April 2— Spring is in the air. glad voices ringing everywhere—” (most of them from school-free Northrop students.) April 11—Northrop' juniors and seniors study up on their French, but who wouldn't with M. Fermeau as the speaker? April 12-15—The Senior Dramatic Club's production of Family Portrait” gives all who see it a moving thought for Easter. April 19—Good Friday needs no comment. April 26—There arc many ways to raise money for the people of foreign countries, but we all agree that the best way is to give a dance. May 7—The seniors and sophomores make even a gloomy day brighten up at their picnic. May 10—We may not have Deana Durbin in our midst, but the Senior Glee Club gets along fine without her. May 24-May 51—Even our stately turrets (not to mention the girls) look a little worn out, after our finals. May 50—All students make this truly a Memorial Day. June 5—With eyes to the future Northrop has its League Day exercises, greeting new officers and starting some ivy on its way. June 4—With caps and gowns, smiling faces, and a few orchids showing, Northrop ends a successful year. June 7—The school year closes behind; college is not far ahead, and the spirit of gaiety is high at the annual Junior-Senior Prom. 48 Standing: McRae, Egglwton, P. Des Roc hers, P. Rand, Duff, Buckland. S. Des Rochcrs. Seated: J. Wurtele, S. Fait. Cosgrove, DuToit, C. Gamble, Packard, Bcavcrson, Shedd. Absent: Hewitt, S. Young. Throughout the past year, League Council meetings were held every other week. Marlyss Shedd, president of the league, presided. Class presidents, class representatives, and League officers were present. The business of each committee was brought to the council by the vice-presidents: Suzanne Fait—Vice-president in charge of School Procedure. Cynthia Gamble—Vice-president in charge of Athletics. Ann Cosgrove—Vice-president in charge of Public Relations. Suzanne DuToit—Vice-president in charge of Publications. Through these committees the activities of the Northrop League were well coordinated and directed. The social activity of the Northrop League was the annual formal dance on the evening of February eighth. 49 Respectfully submitted, Georgia Beaverson, Secretary of the League Back rou■: Betty Claire Lee. Elizabeth Lehman, Caroline Evensen, Joan Dalrymplc, Joan McBride, Marguerite Tuttle, Dianne Fait, Margaret Ladd. Ruth Harpfcr. Front rou : Peggy De Rochers, Kathryn Harper, Ann 'X'orthington, Jean Nielson, Nancy Stillman, Mary Relf, Martha Brown. Miss Rochlut at the organ. The Glee Club began the year at the Thanksgiving program by singing two numbers, The l.ord Bless You and Keep You” and Oh, Thou from Whom All Blessings Come.” Just before Christmas vacation—to break tradition—the club went to Brcck School where they sang several numbers alone, and combined with the Breck Glee Club in Praise Ye the Lord.” This innovation was so well received that the Brcck Glee Club reciprocated on March 19 and presented a program for Northrop. One song especially, Johnny Shoemaker,” amused everyone. At the Christmas season, the club furnished background music for the pageant. The club sang, at Easter, the beautiful anthem by Stainer, God So Loved the World,” and ended the season with their concert on May 11. At this concert, Marion Morse and Florence Eggleston played piano solos. Officers for 1945-46 were Caroline Evensen, Elizabeth Lehman, Suzanne Sessions and Joan Dalrymplc. The Glee Club appreciates all the work that Miss Rochlus has so willingly put in to make the Glee Club the fine one it has been this year. SO 72% zmatic @Cct This year the Dramatic Club, under the leadership of Miss Cram and Nancy Ann Norton, was very successful. Two one-act plays were presented immediately after Christmas to give experience to the club and amusement to the school. Daggers and Diamonds,” with Joan Dalrymplc, Suzanne Sessions, Marge Crosby and Judy Ronning, was followed by some well-done scenes from Rpmco and Juliet,” with Florence Eggleston and Joan Wurtclc. The highlight of the year was the performance of The Family Portrait,” on the evenings of April 12 and 13. The audience enjoyed the excellent play immensely and commented many times that Suzanne Sessions played the difficult part of Mary Magdalene exceedingly well. The stage crew, under Marion Morse, must be mentioned because of the brilliant results of its long and hard labor. The officers of the club were Nancy Ann Norton, president; Mary Stilson, secretary; and Mary Chilton, business manager. SfunU, Fall—The ninth grade won the hockey tournament held between the classes. Sympathy was extended to the tenth, eleventh, and twelfth grades. The Blue-White Varsity game ended in a tie. Winter—Jack Frost couldn’t freeze the enthusiasm of the skaters on the new enlarged rink. Fancy or plain figures could be seen at any hour of the day. Basketball was the favorite winter indoor sport. The Blue and White Varsity teams had their annual game. The title of inter-class champion was won by the Juniors. Spring—Sunshine and dry ground brought out the tennis rackets and baseball bats. A Field Day planned for the whole school climaxed the various exciting sport seasons. We thank Miss Shoemaker, Miss Hartzler, and the Athletic Committee for their help which made this year in Athletics such a successful one. 52 H e Ha tier Board Editor-in-Chief— Suzanne DuToit Business Manager—Norma Ritz Assistant—Judy Barker Associate Editors— Georgia Bea verson Jean Geggic Senior Editor—Mary Stilson Assistant— Nancy Ann Norton Snapshot Editor— Caroline Hanson For those who are passing through the portals of our school for the last time, the Tatlcr staff has made a record—the story of a year at N.C.S. We have endeavored to reflect in these pages the spirit and life which has emanated from the student body. Staff I Standing—Merilyn Hutchinson, Barbara Long, Margaret Crosby, Joanne Molan, Helen Winton. Second Row — Betty Regan, Louise Jamieson, Marguerite Tuttle, Robyn Nelson, Karen Gamble. Seated — Anne Boos, Barbara f inch, Elinor Goodrich. rr, 1; Am f ?45 TRUSTEE’S AWARD GENEVIEVE FOWLE WELLS COLLEGE AWARD for highest academic honors SUSAN ERVIN SMITH COLLEGE AWARD for highest French honors JANE THOMAS WELLESLEY COLLEGE AWARD for highest English honors JANE THOMAS VASSAR COLLEGE AWARD for highest history honors SUSAN ERVIN 54 Upprr Irft: Down six’ Upprr right: I don’t get the angle, Mi Pcaac. Crntrr Irft: I can't find the periosteum which cover the metatarsal. Crntrr right: Monday morning mist. Lower Irft: Anybody got a match?” Lower right: Northrop is campaigning for more concerts. 55 7fteMt nie6 Pea Potato M EMORIES? But of course, how could you forget? The inspiration of reading Shakespeare — Byron — Stevenson . . . the dream of becoming a contributor to the Post, of writing the American novel, of becoming a second Edna St. Vincent— and the sad reality of a D on your lyric attempt . . . the looming horror of source papers, those long sessions of struggling over the intricacies of footnotes—bibliographies—outlines ... and the final long sigh of relief over the finished product. . . the elusive pursuit of commas, semi-colons, and dashes—many dashes—how to spell definate” (?)— definet” (??)—but def! . . . making characters convincing,” settings essential,” crises dramatic,” and endings logical” .. . a satire on N.C.S., an essay that will reveal the author —but not too much . . . original Indian legends that make Longfellow seem an amateur . . . ballads . . . lyrics . . . odes . . . and sonnets . . . stories that aren't short, and short narratives that aren't stories .. . the contest. . . the judges . . . the prizes! 57 Ti eAtenlcf All the people in our neighborhood were excited when they heard about the trial. Mrs. Wcstcrlcy’s father-in-law was going to show just cause” for taking the two Westerly boys, Jim and George, away from their mother and placing them in their grandfather’s care. Their father, old Mr. Westerly’s son, was killed in an automobile accident when the children were very young. Now they were six or seven years old, and, according to Mr. Westerly, who had been snooping around our neighborhood for years, they had no more home or care than a jack-rabbit. Before I tell you about the trial, I would like to explain about Mrs. Westerly. They said she was not a fit mother for her two little boys. Now that her husband had died, she was acting very strangely. The father-in-law said that he would take the children. He needed witnesses, of course, and therefore, he came to talk to us. her neighbors. What did we know about Mrs. Westerly? We said we liked her very much. She was odd, but we liked her, and she was a fine mother. I he father-in-law said he would call on some of the other neighbors. Mrs. Westerly is really quite pretty. Her choppy hair is the color of hay. The choppiness is the result of cutting it herself, and the hay color comes from a certain 'Pat’s Packaged Hair Tint” that she saw advertised in one of her many magazines. I left the blame stuff on too long,” she said once, but I was listening to The Falcon—the best of Monday’s serials. Still can’t figure out why he shot her. Can’t see a good reason—nope! None at all.” 1 have seen Mrs. Westerly dressed up only two or three times. She looked like a slim, young girl in her green organdy with buttons that resembled little bunches of grapes. Made it m’self out of some ol’ curtains,” she said. Just sewed lots o’ tiny, purple buttons together—the whole dress cost me $1.98.” She couldn’t spend much on clothes because Tom, her late husband, had left her nothing but five thousand dollars insurance. Naturally he thought his father would take care of the boys ’n me. Little did he know that the old battle-axe hates the ground I walk on—but I’ll show ’m. I can support my boys. You’ll sec!” she said all in one breath. Ordinarily, she wears her husband’s clothes. If it is cold, she wraps herself up in several sweaters and a leather jacket. Sometimes she wears his pants. She said she liked the smell of Tom’s clothes. It made her feel less lonely. Mrs. Westerly is a jack-of-all trades. She sews, cooks, and one day she did our ironing when the laundress was ill. My mother’d turn over in her grave if she could sec me,” she said. You know what a small town banker’s wife is like—well, that was my mother! But I don’t have any pride. All I want to do is support my boys.” They are the best dressed boys in the neighborhood. They arc little devils. One day George, the seven year old, dragged an old mattress from the neighbor’s basement and threw it in Mr. Whitney’s pool. When Mr. Whitney said he would take George to Juvenile Court, Mrs. Westerly said, Didn’t you ever pull kid pranks? After all, he told the truth about it, didn’t he? If he had lied, l’d’ve licked the holy daylights out o’ him.” Another time when her younger boy, Jim, smashed my favorite doll table with an axe. she took him by the collar back to his house and made him smash his prized tool chest. Maybe I m not up on psychology,” she said when someone asked if she was not afraid of encouraging Jim to be destructive, but believe me, I bet this’ll teach ’m not to smash other people’s property.” 58 Mrs. Westerly made her sons attend church every Sunday. Just because T turned into a heathen is no reason for my boys to follow suit. Be an individual!” Mrs. Westerly is the Victory Aide for our block. Nothing makes her more furious than finding the housewives out for the day. Gadders, that’s what they are!” she would say. No wonder their children get into mischief. I’m glad 1 have to stay home all the lime. At least I know where my boys are, and they never have to come home to an empty house.” Mrs. Westerly’s sons arc her whole life. She constantly gives them advice, and often quotes her motto, Keep your chin up and be happy.” It is true that to many people she might appear to be an unfit mother. She swears very comically. (Once she said, Jim, you damn well better quit the swearing ’round here!”) She is an enthusiastic chain smoker. She gives the children their meals at all hours. She chews Beeman’s Pepsin Chewing Gum because of its silly advertisement on the radio. But she has her good sides. Once she stayed up all night making popcorn balls for the Veterans’ Hospital. She painted her kitchen bright yellow and trimmed it with little footballs to please the boys. She lets the neighbors play basketball in her basement on cold days. All are welcomed at the Westerly house at any time of the day or night. She says, 'This house b’longs to my boys as well as me.” Mrs. Westerly’s father-in-law claimed he would take the whole matter to court. Daddy said it was too bad that God could not be the judge. When Daddy made that remark, he had no idea that he would be Mrs. Westerly’s lawyer when the case came up six months later. She had come over one night to tell us that old Hognosc Westerly” was actually taking the matter to court, and that she could not possibly afford a lawyer. I could sec Mother signalling to Daddy with her eyes, so said, Why don’t you ask Daddy to be your lawyer?” Mrs. Westerly answered, I’d like to if he would take the pay out in my sewing.” Mother said, That’s fine. I need a whole new wardrobe.” Daddy almost swallowed his pipe. So that was the reason that we were so excited about the trial. Neither Mother nor I could testify, but we were almost the first spectators to arrive. Everybody from our block was there. Mrs. Westerly looked cute in a brown tweed suit and beret. Her hay-colored hair stuck out around her face like fringe. Mother said she looked about as motherly as Harpo Marx. The trial was very solemn and quiet at first. Judge Hitchcock looked as fat as a balloon sitting behind his desk. His little round eyes caught every action of the witnesses. At first, I didn’t hear much that was going on because I kept wachting the sheepish looks on some of the faces of the kids from our block. I had seen Carol Smith and Rita Wilson in old Mr. Westerly’s car. Betty Wells hated Mrs. Westerly. There wfere many witnesses against her. The lawyer for Mr. Westerly looked stern and conceited. He was tall, gray-haired, and thin. Daddy is short, dark-haired, and has a happy face. couldn't sec how he would win this case—but he did. The whole thing was over in thirty days. The plaintiff had six witnesses. One told how Mrs. Westerly sent her boys to the hamburger shop night after night for dinner. Another said that she spanked them regularly. Betty Wells said she had seen Mrs. Westerly throw a pail of water on Jim, the youngest son. Carol Smith said that one time last winter the boys nearly froze because Mrs. Westerly refused to have the furnace fixed. Mrs. Peterson w-as the only adult witness. She came last. She said that on the night of August 14, 1945. the Westerly children came over to her house at three o’clock in the morning. They were fightened because their mother had not come home. Mrs. Peterson took them in, gave them some hot cocoa, and put them to bed in her house. Mrs. Westerly did not come home until six o’clock in the morning. 59 Mr. Westerly’s lawyer looked more and more pleased. He kept saying to Daddy. Your witness, and Daddy kept answering, No questions.” Mother looked worried. Then, at last, Daddy was standing up and the other lawyer sat down. Daddy called three witnesses. The first was Carol Babcock who had seen Mrs. Westerly throw the pail of water over Jimmy. Daddy said, Tell the court why Mrs. Westerly threw the water on Jim.” Carol said, Because Jimmy told a terrible lie. He said—” 1 object!” Mr. Westerly’s lawyer shouted. Objection sustained,” the judge said. Daddy smiled. He called another witness. He was a furnace man whom Mrs. Westerly had called to repair the furnace. He said that Mrs. Westerly had nearly ruined the furnace while trying to fix it herself in order to save the money. Then Daddy called the last witness. Hartley Peterson, Mrs. Peterson’s seventeen year old son. He looked pale and unhappy. After he had been sworn in as a witness and had taken his place in the witness stand. Daddy said, Tell the court what you know about the night of August 14th when Mrs. Westerly’s children were left alone. Hartley looked at Daddy for a long time without saying a word.” Daddy said, Tell the court—” Okay, okay!” Hartley said bravely. 'I’ll tell it. I was in an accident. I was driving my friend’s car. I hit another car. I called Mrs. Westerly to come down to the police court. She came. She got me out. She paid the one hundred dollar damages to keep it all quiet. It was all the money she owned. I’m paying it back—something every month.” Daddy said, And why did you call Mrs. Westerly instead of your own parents?” My parents wouldn’t have understood how the accident happened. It really wasn’t my fault, but I couldn’t prove—” But why did you call Mrs. Westerly?” Daddy interrupted in a very quiet voice. Because she’s so swell—because she’s a mother to all the boys—” That’s all. Hartley. You may step down.” Daddy turned to the judge and smiled. Then, he looked up at the judge and said, The defense rests, your honor.” Judge Hitchcock’s face was red. He stood up—pounded his gavel, and said, This case is dismissed because of lack of evidence. Court adjourned.” Everything is peaceful in our neighborhood now. Mrs. Peterson and Mrs. Westerly are good friends. Mother has a complete new outfit. Daddy says it is the most expensive wardrobe she ever owned. Considering the time he gave to the case. Mother says, Don’t be mercenary. There are some things that must be done for the good of your soul.” Daddy says, Fine. I’ve bought a seat right next to St. Peter!” To which Mother adds, Let’s dismiss the whole thing, shall we?” ... So that was the end of Mrs. Westerly’s case. CAROLINE EVENSEN, XI First Prize, Senior Group Purple grapes in a cool blue bowl! With candles of white on either side. Candles whose rising points of flame Glow on the purple, gleam in the blue And diffuse dim light through the shadows . . . These three things are a harmony, An image of peace, a painting in oils, A fragment of joy. The chord grows false and the image breaks, For the candles melt to shapeless lumps, And the two flames sputter and finally die, Leaving behind them blackened wicks. The purple grapes are over-ripe. Their skins turn brown, their smooth sides crack, And three black flics alight and sate Buzzing greediness with juice. Not even the cool blue bowl remains. For it is dropped by clumsy hands. It shatters to pieces of clay and paint, And is swept away. But out in the vineyard under the sun. Watered by rain and nourished by soil The growing vines are heavy with fruit. Across the fields in an earthen hut, A peasant woman is dipping candles —Some of tallow and some of wax— But all of them tapering, long, and white. And down in the village the aged potter Ceaselessly turns the potter’s wheel, Making his bowls, round and perfect, And painted in colors glowing and cool. I woke when dawn came down the hill, The morning was very, very still. I wanted to have some fun, To be the first to see the sun. 1' walked across the very wet grass, It was as cold as glass. I saw the sun peep through the trees. And smelled the fresh morning breeze. I heard the paper boy go by. Just we were up—just he and I. The stillest time I’d ever known, Was then, when I was so alone. SUZANNE SESSIONS, XI First prize, Senior group JUDITH PRATT, VI First prize, Junior group 61 foitty 4 iotuC at 'rtyome I have always thought that my family is a little different from others. Not queer, mind you, just different. I guess my mother had this in mind also when in December of 1943 she gave us those last minute briefings. You sec, we were having two service boys out for Christmas. The U.S.O. was sending them out on Christmas Eve. They were to be either from England or from Australia. Mother told us—my brother Richard, ten, my sister Sarah, four, and me. fourteen—to be quiet children and not to ask the usual quantities of questions and to remember that the English are more reserved than we, so not to expect too much conversation from them. As the zero hour approached, we strewed ourselves about the living room trying not to look like a first-nighter” crowd. My mother answered the door when the hell rang and two frosty uniforms walked in, blowing mist rings. They both introduced themselves. One was Kevin Tangec. The other, a certain 'Dawn” somebody-or-other had a decided Australian accent which completely shrouded his last name in a mystery of undistinguishablc syllables for several days. Until we were acquainted more adequately with his speech differences we were only able to commune with him through a series of murmurs, hoping that they would sound like intelligent answers to him. L.ater we found that Dawn” had a simple Scotch name, Don McLeod. Kevin, the older of the two, was put to the task of international translator. He was also from Australia, but he and Don had never met before. They were just sent out together to spend a typical American Christmas. I’m not sure about that typical Christmas,” but we gave them a Christmas, Thomas style. The living room, on Christmas Eve. was a beautiful picture of Yuletide decorations and greenery. There were colored lights woven into boughs of pine above our front windows, and over the fireplace more boughs cradled serene Swedish images of the baby Jesus and the watching angels. Then of course, the Christmas tree, touching the ceiling, dispersed a quiet glow, reflecting on shiny colored balls and small ornaments. Christmas morning you wouldn’t have thought you were in the same place. When the boys came down they looked a bit surprised, I must say. If you wanted to cross the living room for anything, you had to lift your feet, one at a time, and pick your way cautiously to your destination trying not to step on any newly acquired gift. Christmas wrappings were thrown wildly about the room in an attempt to uncover another surprise. We gave some socks, playing cards, and cigarettes to Kevin and Don. One afternoon we decided to go skating. Don also wanted to try his luck on those silver slivers. Neither my brother nor I had been skating on a lake before, so we decided to try it. We headed for Lake Harriet which is about four blocks from our home. Den had never skated before, and you could tell it at first glance. He began like an old timer to lace up his skates. Then with great zeal he lunged forward. Only his feet didn’t lunge, just his head and shoulders. He made a most decided and noticeable 45 degree angle with the ice, creating the illusion that he was cither looking for something or that he had fifty pounds of weight hanging from his nose. Then he began waving his arms as if trying to take off. He didn’t. Neither did he regain an erect position, but somehow he managed to keep from falling flat, even though he was parallel to the ice. As the ice was rather bumpy at the edge of the lake, we headed out toward the middle. My brother is a little slow on skates, and we left him struggling on the bumps. When we got to the middle, it was smooth skating until we heard thunder. Our first thought was of rain. But we had never heard of thunder in the winter. Then we realized that it was the ice. Neither of us, at the time, felt like plunging through ice depths and trying to make friends with the fish. Another loud boom settled it. We raced as fast as gravity would permit back to shore. Richard, having just reached us, stared in wonder as we skated past him, yelling for him to hurry. Not being able to skate in a hurry, he figured it would be faster to crawl over the bumps, so he did. While putting on our shoes, we laughed about it, knowing we were safe. The four days Don and Kevin spent here slid by quickly and as they left on the train, we all hoped for another visit soon. The next group consisted of four English boys. My sister was greatly amused by the name of one of them. It was Charley McCarthy. He seemed to have a fondness for 62 sleeping, as he slept nine-tenths of the time he spent here. In one of his waking hours, he told us about one of his furloughs at home. His mother had just wakened him and he asked her what time it was. She said, What time is it? You mean, what day is it? While Charley was sleeping, the others—Les Brian, John Clarke, and Bill Campbell —went sight-seeing, English style. Each one of our family had a bike and the boys put them to good use. It was nothing for them to ride to the airport and back and then take a jaunt to the Minneapolis Icop. Many times friends of my mother saw them on the bikes miles from our house. During the summer Don McLeod came down again. He had been sick with rheumatic fever and was on sick leave. He had to take it easy, so he just stayed around the house and played cards with some of my girl friends and me. Somewhere we had picked up a vicious game called slap.” Under certain conditions you are supposed to slap the pile of cards in the center. The first one there takes the cards. It’s really a wonder we didn’t all land in a hospital. Don also had some unusual eating habits. Once when we had waffles we found that he had a strong yearning for cream and honey on them. He also had a large appetite for steak and eggs. During dinner one night he said he liked to drink his tea in one gulp. He showed us how. The gulp went all right, but then soemthing stuck and his face turned red and he began coughing violently. We almost had to send for an ambulance. Another time the U.S.O. wanted to send six R.A.F. boys out here. We took four of them, the other two slept at another house two doors away. They ate most of their meals at our house, so we had six boys here most of the time. Cur attic has been decorated and furnished and was was made into cozy living Quarters. Among other sleeping facilities there is a day bed. Taffy, who is nicknamed that because he is Welsh, was chosen to sleep on the day bed. because he came in last. He didn’t know how to open the bed, and we had neglected to tell him. In the morning Taffy looked a little worse for wear. My mother and I had made the bed and folded it up again. Taffy, not knowing how to open it, found the place where the blankets started to repeat, and crawled in. This meant that he had slep with two blankets, two sheets and a mattress around him, above and below. My mother usually gives the boys a key, so when they come home late they don’t have to wake us. One morning my dad noticed that the screen on one of the living room windows was unhooked. He fixed it, and the next morning it was unfastened again. This happened several times. One night my mother heard noises. She went downstairs and who should she sec coming in the window but Harry and Jack. The mystery was solved. Each night as the four boys split up, one pair would take the key. The other pair would have to get in through their own resources, usually through the window. They also had their girl friends. Telephoning was quite the thing at our house as we have three extensions. One of the boys would call a girl and two would get on the remaining phones and razz the daylights out of their fellow flyer. They used many expressions w-hich were new to us, most of them quite usable. Bonzer means good or swell. Many times they would take a dim view of something. That quite explains itself and is very apropos at times. I’m not quite sure of one phrase, as the more they would try to explain it the more confusing it got. This phrase is, I’ve had it.” When they use that phrase they really mean they haven’t had it, but they don’t care for it. Example: Would you care for some tea?” Then they answer. No, thank you. I’ve had it.” Very misleading though. Altogther about twenty-five boys have visited and stayed at our house. Through them we have traveled to Austrial, England, Scotland, Wales and New Zealand. We have come to know- them as thev really are, as fun, home-loving boys. Many evenings they would just sit with the family talking, while we each got to know- the other better. My family has always wanted to visit England. Having these boys with us has made us want to go there even more than ever. We know now that should we travel, our trip would be more interesting since we could visit the boys and their families. We have said many times that even though war is destructive, it has helped many Americans become better acquainted with their neighbors across the seas. These days with the R.A.F. boys have been experiences, never to be forgotten, always to be treasured. PATRICIA THOMAS. XI Second prize. Senior group 63 7eddy and 'Panda, My panda is a funny sight, He is blue and he is white And he tumbles ’round my chair, Playing games with teddy bear. Teddy bear is brown and furry, He is not the one to worry, He is the one to pick a fight If he’s wrong or if he’s right. If I bring these two to school So they’ll learn the golden rule, That should make a happy pair— No more quarrels in my chair. NELLIE ATWATER, VI Second prize, Junior group Silly Old Hasun @loc Oh, dear,” said an old alarm clock, I am so tired of staying awake all night just to be sure I wake my master up at the right time. I get so sleepy. I know what I’ll do, I’ll run away,” thought the silly old alarm clock. So the clock got up, and said goodbye to the familiar surroundings. Soon he found himself in a wide, big forest. He walked for awhile, and soon came upon a bear. Hello,” said the clock, what’s your name?” Mine’s Benny Bear. What’s yours?” Oh, well—er, urn, that is, well it’s, it’s—ARCHIBALD AMBROSE ALLEN ALARM CLOCK the third. But PLEASE call me Archie for short.” O.K., how come you arc in this big forest?” Gladly Archie told of his troubles. After a while the bear scratched his head with his paws and said, Hummm, I might be able to change places with you.” Oh, that would be grand.” said Archie. So the bear walked off toward the direction of the alarm clock’s house, and the little clock with the big name started walking through the forest on all fours.” The other animals made fun of poor Archie, who was trying his best to make himself a reasonable bear. At last he couldn’t stand being teased any longer, so he started to run home. When he was more than half way he met the bear, crying with pain. What is the matter?” Archie asked. When I woke your master up this morning, he reached for his sling-shot and gave me some rather sore places on my scat,” exclaimed the bear. Goodness, 1' would not change places with you for anything!” I wouldn’t change with you, either. My place is the best for me, and your place is the best for you.” From that time on, ARCHIBALD AMBROSE ALLEN ALARM CLOCK the third enjoyed his work thoroughly. PHOEBE McCABE, VI Second prize. Junior group 64 Probably one reason that the subject of this essay is often in my mind and one about which I enjoy thinking is that philosophy and psychology arc so emphasized and talked about in these times. Most people realize that our philosophy affects life and everything we accomplish. 1 enjoy contemplating ethical questions by myself; my mother and I often discuss them when we are driving home and find ourselves in a philosophical mood. A person’s philosophy of life is the code by which he decides he would like to live his life. There are as many good, bad, indifferent, and just different kinds of philosophies as there arc good, bad, indifferent, and different types of people. A person usually arrives at his own philosophy of life by continually viewing others’ troubles and experiences, and the effects they have; yet one docs not have to become a decrepit old man before he formulates his code of living; in fact, by that time it doesn’t do much good. A young person can set a standard partly by viewing the experiences of his friends, and partly by the code his parents have set for him and for themselves. He is lucky if his parents have set a high goal and really try to live by their code, because then it is easier for him to decide on his own goals and his code. One does not have to have a written statement of his goals and the manner by which he wants to reach them; the ideas of these, fertilized by occasional serious contemplation, will implant themselves in one’s thoughts until they become a part of one. A person’s ideals and goals help to develop character. A person’s character is as good as his ideals, or, as Will Rogers once said, If you want to know a man, don’t look at him; get behind him and sec where he is looking.” Everyone should make use of his intelligence and think about his ideals and goals, because, since man is the only creature on earth that alters himself by his gaze, he should use this ability. One doesn’t admire a person who seems to wander through life with no thoughts of a task to complete and no anxieties concerning it. This kind of person has very little character and should attempt to set some goal to furnish a standard of living even if it is never reached because: 'Our ideals to us arc like the stars to the mariner; We never reach them, but we chart our course by them.” It is one’s code or outlook on life that makes his whole personality. He may be cheerful and remain cheerful no matter what happens to him—an optimist—or with every bad turn he may shrug his shoulders and blame everything on bad luck, saying fate is against him. These pessimists usually give up and make no attempt to better conditions. One should always try to do something to improve a bad situation, and, if nothing can be done to alter it, one should try to keep himself busy and to have a cheerful outlook. The whole force behind these two completely different outlooks on life can be summed up by this sentence: It’s not what happens to you, but what you do about it that counts. My mother and I found a poem the other day and saved it. I think it best sums my thoughts— One ship sails East, and another West, With the self same winds that blow, ’Tis' the set of the sails, and not the gales, That determines the way we go. Like the winds of the sea are the ways of fate, As we voyage along through life, ’Tis the set of the soul that decides the goal. And not the calm or the strife.” KATHRYN McRAE, X Honorable mention 65 (?Arii4Z n Z £ve, 3000 i. D. The moon is white, the moon is bright, The snow beneath it glistens. The city bare in the winter air Stands emptily and listens. The night is chill, the night is still. The buildings, stark and lonely, Which the moon outlines where its clear light shines Are vacant ruins only. The roads stretch out for miles about But desolate they lie. Bleak silence reigns, no life remains— Not the echo of a sigh. The world is old, the world’s grown cold, And darkness covers day— For, a thousand years or so ago, Man cast his soul away. —Now gleams on high in the midnight sky A strange beam from afar That brighter grows and stronger glows; it is the Christmas Star. SUZANNE SESSIONS, XI Honorable mention Sfottcf, 'Point Stony Point—the name of just one of the many arms of land jutting out along the north shore of Lake Superior. It is an appropriate name, because the whole point is a mass of solid rock, rising high out of the water on two sides; the third side slopes gently down and is covered with small stones, washed up in rows on the shore and marking each day the height of the waves. To me this point of land can seem depressing or exhilarating, lonesome or friendly. On days when the sky is overcast and the wind blows hard from the northeast, the great, gray vastness of surging water makes me feel desolate and depressed. How short and insignificant seem our human lives as compared to the age of these great rocks! How little can our human bodies stand as compared to the endless beating taken by these rocks! The waves, dashing against the rocks in the summer, and the snow and ice in winter have worn and cracked them, through the ages. As the waves break, they grasp the small pebbles in their claw-like fingers and carry them up to the shore; then, having lost their aggressive force, they slide back dragging some of the smaller stones with them. Aren’t we perhaps, a little like those small stones, picked up by life and carried along by the current and then dragged back out of view? When Lake Superior is rough and the sky is blue, the whole atmosphere of the point is changed. As the waves dash hard against the rocks, the spray that is sent high into the air shimmers in the sunlight—each little drop acting as a prism. The white caps against the brilliant blue lake would make a beautiful picture if only such a picture could be drawn that would capture the action and the power of the water. The waves seem to laugh at the world as they come crashing in. They catch up the stones and rush up the shore with them; they seem to be playing a game to sec which wave can carry its load the farthest. Some days are calm and the water just laps against the large boulders. On the shore there is only a gentle rise and fall of the water. When the ripples on the lake catch the sunlight, they glisten like diamonds. When the sky is gray and a fog has settled, the point can seem very lonely. The entire view on three sides is gray—a gray-ncss relieved by the dark silhouette of some other point showing vaguely through the fog. An occasional fog horn from some large boat sounds lonely over the lake. The 66 stillness broken by the gentle lapping of the water seems to shout the loneliness of this point. The most beautiful time, however, to sit down on the rocks is at night when it is clear and calm. The stars seem to be very near, and the moon over the lake casts a shimmering, silver path on the rippling water. Far out, the lights of a passing boat may be seen. Back among the cracks in the rocks there arc the dying embers of a picnic fire. Strewn about the rocks arc other traces of a recent picnic. The serene beauty of the night acts as a balm on a troubled spirit, and somehow it clears the mind of worries and fills it with a warm sense of friendliness. Stony Point—a point of land capable of expressing many moods to me. Never again, though, will the mood be quite the same, for never again will conditions be the same! If only 1'could recapture those moments of peace 3nd happiness that I have known on that point! KATHRYN HARPER, X Honorable mention Oun alley As I sit under the great oak at the summit of the hill, my gaze wanders over our valley. Rolling fertile fields that stretch to the right as far as eye can see; to the left a fragrant blooming orchard, and farther on a wood of pine and oak arrayed in new spring finery; before me verdant pasture gently sloping towards the stream at the foot of my hill. There an endless flow of water, joyful, sparkling, again makes its way to the barely visible bay. How many times has this creek greeted the ducks as they return from southern lands, and offered the weary birds refuge for a night? I see them now silhouetted in flight against the setting sun, their tiny figures insignificant in the vast reaches of the sky. The sounds of the day are clearly heard in the lull of early evening; the clarion call of the cock across the valley, the crow answering its mate downstream, the voices of the thousands of frogs, and the soft chirp of a sleepy bird as it hurries homeward. Beyond the distant farmhouse a cloud of smoke heralds the passing of the seven-thirty freight, quite an event in our community where there is only one train a day. Now below me I see the farmer’s bov coming through the pasture for the cows. A handsome lad, and only nine, he already helps his father in the fields. There, too, I see the horses, and our month old colt. She may be a champion some day, but now she is just another colt who knows only that she must cat and sleep and have a wonderful time. The evening breeze has just arisen; I felt it pass my cheek. And there in the cast I can see the evening star, a shimmering bluish light pasted in the sky. Soon others will join it, and when the last fiery rays of the sun recede beneath the horizon, the glow from the rising moon will fall upon our valley. ROXBURY HYDE, XII Honorable mention Old 'Kiay @ole a td the Stan, As you all know. Old King Cole is fat and jolly. Tf it wasn’t for one little thing in the King’s early life he would be very sad, very sad indeed. Here is how it happened: When King Cole was a young man he was very gloomy. One day when the King was in an especially gloomy mood, a star came in through the window. A star! Imagine that! To get back to the start, it came in through the window and lighted on the King’s head. He didn’t seem to feel it, but he felt a bit queer. He felt like singing and dancing. He felt gay as a bird. He started to sing and dance. All of a sudden, in came his fiddlers three. Oh! Your majesty!” they chorused, Why 1 do believe he has a star on his forehead!” What’s this?” wondered the King, 1— there is a star on my forehead, I feel different. I think I’ll have this star put on my crown. Then I’ll always be happy and gay.” So he did. And if you see him today you may be sure he will have the star on his crown. PATTY MASLON, VI Honorable mention 67 The flower in the earth doth bloom in spring And breathes into the air its fragrance fair. The brook along its wending way doth sing Of life renewed, refreshed from winter’s sleep. The willow nods and bends with slender grace Its freshly budded branches to the earth, While deep within the wood, a finest lace Of moss is formed by nature’s clever hands. The plants shall grow, and bloom with joyful life, ’Til Autumn’s piping beckons them to come. As once another piper played his fife And led away the children from their homes. They follow Autumn’s song like flocks of sheep. He leads them to his cave, the entrance bars, Then lightly sprinkles o’er the cloak of sleep. They dream in peace, ’til Spring awakens them. And then again the flower in the earth Doth bloom. The brook still wends its gurgling way, The robin’s warbling song proclaims rebirth Of nature. Joy resounds throughout the world. The Easter Bunny’s quick. He has to be. He delivers eggs To you and to me. The Easter Bunny’s fat. He’s chubby and white, And he delivers eggs In the middle of the night. The Easter Bunny’s small. He’s quick and bright. He isn’t like a fairy He isn’t like a sprite. How I’d like to sec him! But always when he’s done. He goes back to his bunny hole, Before the rising sun. SHEILA HOLLERN, V Honorable mention PEGGY DES ROCHERS, XI Honorable mention 68 'P'loloyue I’m told to write a theme in Chaucer’s style, But how can 1, who am so infantile At such an art, e’en try to take pen And copy tales he wrote, of life and men? But though unversed I be at this my task, I’ll try to place before me such a mask, As once did Shylock, Jew, of Shakespeare’s play. To shroud crude words by this deceitful way. On Sunday morn one’s peaceful sleep is broke, By ringing bells that call all gentle folk To church, and all will wend their varied way, To rever God upon this holy day. The light is dim, an anthem swells the air; The atmosphere is calm, and gone is care. The pews have lost their weekday empty look; The minister appears and ope’s his book, A hymn is sung, and then the prayers arc said In mumbled tones, for those alive and dead. A young man heaves a sigh, then settles back To listen to the sermon; but for lack Of sleep, the night before was much too gay, He nods, perhaps he dreams of Pat or Kay. Por ’round his lips there plays a smile, that docs Not come from preacher’s words. He’s here because His parents feel he’s getting much too wild, They hope a little church will make their child Repent his sins, and try to be a man, Instead of having all the fun he can. In ways I envy this young debonair. He sleeps, apart from all the heavy care And threats the minister is fain to lay Upon our heads. And if he had his way, 69 He’d mcasuer all our merits ’gainst our faults, And have us do repentance, locked in vaults. His loud, bombastic voice proclaims that sin Approaches us. in different forms, to win Our confidence, and make us really fall Into its cursed ways, beyond all call. If talk, like work, makes one a tiresome bore. I’d say that talc of Jack, was wisest lore! A tiny child is wiggling on the bench. Which is, within his mind, a soldier’s trench. His shining eyes portray the secret game He plays, of war and guns, and of the fame He’ll win, by shooting dead some dumb oP Jap.” He crawls along the pews to get his cap. Which he had dropped. His mother sharply bids Him to sit still. Oh well, he’s just a kid,” His father hissed. They let him be; he laughs, By now he is marooned upon a raft. A print old lady, dressed in clothes so neat; Had taken, for herself, a foremost seat, In which, from time to time she’d turn around And glare, through pince-nez, at the slightest sound. Twas said, when young she lived a happy life. But once, when promised she to be the wife Of some gay handsome sailor, off he went To sea, and married someone else! That rent All kindness from her heart, and made her old. It’s strange that love so warm could make one cold. And now to God the father, God the Son . . .” These ancient words tell us the sermon’s done. A neighbor smiles, remarks upon the day, While hurrying past to be along his way. The man. the child, the prim old dame, have gone; The church awaits another Sabbath dawn. PEGGY DES ROCHERS, XI Honorable mention 70 cutaway £Cue6 Once a long time ago, in an enchanted forest lived an elf. He was well liked by the other elves, but he had some faults. He would pull fairies’ hair, and stick thumbtacks on the queen’s chair. Sometimes he would play hookey from school and go swimming in the little blue pond. One day Dusty (that was the name of the elf), felt specially naughty. I think I will run away and seek my fortune,” he said aloud. Come on, Dusty, let’s go!” Who said you could come, Toots! 1 might let you come if you’re not scared. I don’t know, though.” Let me come, please. Why, I’m not scared of anything. 1 least 1 don’t think so.” All right. You can’t tell a single soul. I’m leaving in a few minutes.” In a little while the elves wire cn their way. Look, it’s turning dark, let’s sleep in this cave. Toot;.” W-w-what is t-that n-n-noisc? Help, h-h-h-help!” I thought you weren’t afraid of anything, Toots.” I’m n-n-not s-s-scared. B-but w-what is that noise!” It’s only the crickets giving their nightly serenade.” O-o-oh, why didn’t you tell me before, Dusty?” Because I thought you weren’t scared. Let’s go to sleep now.” Soon they fell asleep, but were awakened by a harsh voice of a bull-frog, What are you doing in my cave? Oh, you are elves from Jolly Town. I stole some dew drop jewels from there, but I will capture you.” Oh, no you won’t! Run, Toots, run. He’s close behind. Look, I’ll take the East path, and you take the West path, and then we’ll fly up and jump on him.” All right, Dusty.” The plan worked perfectly and soon, after a struggle, the elves had the frog tied up with grass rope. Let’s drag him back to Jolly Town, and we might get a reward. Look, here are the jewels under his belt.” But Dusty, we ran away; don’t you think the queen will be angry at us?” We caught the big thief; I don’t think she will be angry.” You talked me into it. Let’s go!” When they arrived at the queen’s mushroom palace, they told the guards to put bull-frog in jail. Then they went in and told the queen how they had captured the frog, and recovered the jewels. The queen was pleased and said, Dusty, I have heard that you have pulled the little fairies’ hair and stuck thumbtacks on my chair; I thought you were wicked, but I sec that you are truthful.” Thank you, Queen.” But, Dusty, were you the one who stole the flowers from the cover plants?” 'T-I-I was the one who stole them, and then said that Dusty had done it.” Toots, you? I thought you were a goody-goody,” said Dusty. Well, I’ll be good from now on,” declared Toots. So will I!” ‘T am glad that you both want to be good. Now run and play with the other elves. Good day, Dusty and Toots.” Good day, Queen.” 71 NELLIE ATWATER, VI Honorable mention 'Dcc i vi The moon was dim that tragic night. On Dunkirk’s shore across the sea. The British lads fought German foe. They fought them, oh, so gallantly. But with dwindling forces going fast, They gave up step by step, Until the men faced sea or death, From Dunkirk to Dieppe. Would England let her young sons die. Alone upon an alien shore, With only twenty miles of sea. Between them and the war? Not England in this hour of need! But where would ships for this be found To bring her men safe home again, Her fleet in flames, her harbors bound? Small boats and inland craft they manned, And fighting stormy waves they sailed, Across the choppy channel sea. While roundabout the bullets hailed. But many ships went down that night, And many a gallant life it cost. E’er a few arrived on England’s shore, Safe home although the battle lost. Every cold and blizzardy night, I like to pull my chair up tight Behind the fire so warm and bright. Up until the clock strikes eight. Which really is not awfully late. We all tell stories before the grate. When it’s time to go to bed, I want to stay behind instead And watch the flames till they are dead. HELEN HEWITT, X Honorable mention PHOEBE McCABE, VI Honorable mention 72 1 )c tfriave THytety After careful study of a certain type of literature which, through various channels, has come into my hands frequently of late, I have finaly arrived at the startling conclusion that no human being with enough intelligence to read a newspaper has any excuse at all for not being a crashing success in life. I first came upon this discovery while sitting apprehensively on the edge of a chair in the dentist’s outer office, awaiting my turn. Realizing that an idle mind is conducive to neurotic speculation, I was thumbing nervously through a magazine when suddenly there appeared upon a page the words, Do you worry? Are you thin, nervous, underweight? Have you distressing physical symptoms springing from no organic cause? Then we can help you!” Becoming interested, I read on, to learn that Mr. J. Tinglcy Smith of Buffalo. New York, having just passed his ninety-third year sound in mind and body with never a fear to plague him nor a failure to dog his footsteps, wished to impart to suffering humanity his infallible Secret of Success. This all-powerful secret, stated the advertisement, consisted of an exercise known only to Mr. Smith which, if performed each morning at dawn, would insure one a happy and profitable existence. There then followed a huge list of people who had taken Mr. Smith’s exercise to heart, and who had therefore become financial wizards, artistic geniuses, and big business men. Impressed, I resolved to improve myself by immediately subscribing to such a success course, but thinking it best to give all of them a fair chance for my approval, I launched on an exhaustive schedule of research. Soon it appeared that success courses are divided into two principal categories— physical and spiritual. Advocates of the former seem not to be in complete agreement with one another, for sonic claim that only in developing the muscles can one realize one’s possibilities, whereas others insist that deep-breathing and cold baths are the sole answer. There are even those who feel that Correct Diet is entirely responsible for an individual’s progress in any field of endeavor. However, as I am physically lazy and enjoy eating to an extreme degree, 1 passed over these schools of thought with haste, and proceded to investigate the spiritual method. Here 1 found opinions as varied as the fishes in the sea. The more simple spiritualists place all their faith in Concentration. By sitting with the left instep resting against the right thigh, and the right foot tucked beneath the left knee while pondering a mystic phrase, these believers in Concentration grasp the entire meaning of life in two short months. As they do not specify whether or not this is done at intervals, or steadily throughout the two months, I felt that perhaps another course would be more desirable. Further probing unearthed an entirely new spiritual approach. This approach is recommended by gentlemen who have run away from sordid home-lives at an early age, and who have lived in the furthest recesses of Tibet with aged monks while studying the Eastern Concept. To follow the teachings of these gentlemen, it is necessary to learn Mandarin Chinese, to change one’s name to Chim Hoo Pong or Chang Wang Woe, or some such thing, and to go through life arrayed in clothes of Oriental cut. The drawbacks of such a procedure being obvious, began a search for a success course which I could pursue quite in private, within limited periods of time, and without physical exertion. Unfortunately, I am still searching. I have found many courses which have excellent merits to recommend them, and which impress me with their sincerity and deep convictions. However, each of these has some slight condition involved which prevents it from being entirely satisfactory. For instance, the woman who urges Communion With Nature also urges that ten months of the year be spent in the wilds, pursuing the Simple Life. Similarly, the man who offers Fifty-two Keys to Power also flatly states that one must give all material possessions to the needy in order to develop a lofty spirit. Nevertheless, I am still firmly convinced that nearly everyone is a potential Rockefeller or Einstein, and intend to prove my belief with the example of my own life—as soon as 1 find the Right Way. . . . That is, if 1 can find the Right Way before I become broken in finance from excessive buying of pamphlets, booklets, magazines and informational articles, and weak in mind from intensive study, comparison and pondering of the same. SUZANNE SESSIONS. XI Honorable mention 73 ’Putti Tftiwun Carol was one of my childhood friends. We used to play at her house many times, as little kids, and most of the time we’d play in her mother’s bedroom. On the closet door there was a huge full-length mirror. Really most full-length mirrors aren’t so exceptional, but this one was, as it was pink.” I can remember a long time ago when it was put there. Carol’s mother had told us about it before it came. She said that when you looked in a regular mirror you saw just yourself with all your troubles and worries written on your face, but when you looked into a pink mirror everything was rosy and happy and you weren’t yourself anymore, but you were a strange, new person, with a brighter face and clear eyes, and you felt as if you owned the world. When the mirror came, they showed it to Carol and me. Carol touched it with light fingers and sighed happily; already she was in that new land about which her mother had told us. Then I looked into it, and I hoped no one was near enough to sec my disappointment. I had expected something wonderful! Perhaps Fd be a princess with a golden crown and a peaches and cream complexion. But there I was, just me, with freckles on my face and a long rip in my new dress. Carol couldn’t see just herself, as 1 did; her imagination soared through darkness to a brilliant world in the pink mirror. I didn’t say anything then for fear Fd disillusion Carol, but when I told Mother, she said that perhaps 1 was a little young to understand it yet. Carol always loved the mirror and whenever Fd come to play, she’d want to visit the pink land.” She would say magic words and enter her own new world through the pink mirror. For a while I pretended to be with her, but Pm not much good at pretending and I soon grew tired of it. Let’s play another game,” I would say, I don’t like this one, its babyish.” Carol would look sad; but she would agree, because 1' had to be kept amused or I would go home, and Carol had very few friends. As we grew older I saw less of her because she was home most of the time. But when I did go to her house to play, she’d always suggest the pink mirror” one. I went away to school and college and I didn’t hear from her for a long time. I thought of her often, in an amused sort of way, laughing to myself at the idea that she could get such simple joy from her pink mirror. When I came home for a vacation quite a while later, Mother suggested that I go to sec Carol. I decided to, more out of curiosity and sympathy than anything else. Her mother greeted me with great joy, and told me to go upstairs and surprise her. I found her in her mother's bedroom, seated like a child, before the pink mirror. She was probably off in her imaginary land, because she didn’t hear me come into the room. I was just about to call her name when I saw her face. There was on it an expression of joy and peace and tranquility all mixed together. Never in my life have I ever seen such a look. She looked as if she lived in a land where there were no troubles or worries, only joy and happiness. I walked over quietly to the mirror and looked into it, trying to catch something of that peace myself. I felt than a fleeting sensation of that feeling that her mother had tried to explain to us when were were tiny children. I lived, too, for a moment, in that land which Carol had loved as a child, and which she understood and loved even more now, as an adult. But my eyes were too accustomed to seeing other things than simple joy, and I saw what Carol would never see—my face that reflected my life, in comparison with hers that radiated her new, different life that was filled with memories that she had gathered by living in an imaginary land, seen only by those not able to see the material things of the world. I sighed and Carol jumped, startled. When I spoke she recognized my voice. After greeting me exuberantly she Iaughling explained that she still played her pink mirror” game. She talked excitedly of things that had happened since I had gone way, and 1 was glad she couldn’t sec the tears in my eyes. I, who had the blessing of being able to see all the beauty of the world was unable to grasp that evasive, rare beauty of complete happiness that Carol could see even with her poor sightless eyes, for she had been born blind. PEGGY DES ROCHERS, Xr Honorable mention 74 Salty at t e Sea Green, and gold, and rippling; Undertones of blue; 1 know it’s just alfalfa, but The sea gets hold of you. Sea in the green grass. Sea in the sky; Or whistling from a white bird. Those white clouds scudding by. Dark pines etching A frescoe o’er my head. And, covering the hilltop Smooth needles for a bed. A hazy, drowsy bumblebee, Droning, circles by. Scents of pine, and clover Mingle warmly where I lie. If I drop below the hill Half a mile away— (My thoughts are dusky, dreaming In my mind I sec the way) My friend the old Atlantic Would come pounding up the sand, To take me by the hand. I’d learn again to tack, and steer To splice, and reef, and furl. All the things I used to know As a little girl. If I drop below the hill— But I know 1 can’t—you see There isn’t any salt smell, And it’s salty at the sea. MARGARET CROSBY. XI Honorable mention 75 We wish gratefully to thank the following: Miss Kinnaird for her patience and invaluable assistance. Mr. Segal and the Bureau of Engraving. Bill Kucchle and John Hecgard for the use of their cameras and their time. Mrs. Shoop and her staff for raising an unprecedented amount in advertising. Mr. Percy of The Lumberman Publishing Company. The advertisers—many, many thanks. Mr. Basscn and The Zintsmastcr Studio. The whole staff for being the best ever. The Editor 77 Lincoln Grocery Meat Co. 1823 Hennepin Avc. MORNINGSIDE HARDWARE 3904 Sunnysidc Avenue FOR QUALITY SERVICE -AS YOU LIKE IT Compliments of A FRIEND Call Kenwood 3695 COFFEE AT ITS BEST! COFFEE Every drop 78 Upper left: Get that goal, Marion.” Uft per right: Look girls, a man ” Center left: What is that rule, now?” Center right: Dog-on, that hockey field!” Bottom: First one there gets to take a shower! Compliments Hubert Humphrey Mayor 80 LUGGAGE AND LEATHER GOODS HANDBAGS DISTINCTIVE GIFTS 902 Nicollet COMPLIMENTS Of CAMP dANWORTHy CAMP FOR GIRLS On Lake Sky-Be ow Walker, Minn. 81 College? Career? Cottage? Whatever your choice, Midland National Bank has a service to fit your plans for the future. National Bank 405 2nd Avenue South, Minneapolis, Minn. Member Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation Charles W. Sexton Company General Insurance Since 1884 McKnight Bldg. MAin 3501 82 Upper Iff : The Taller is always a puzzle at first. Upper right: The editors refuse to caption this Boomps a daisy. Left: Lassie came home. Right: I prefer the Encyclopedia Britannica. Left: Aw, come on, Georgia, it’s 6:45.' Right: Arc you alert? JOHNSON-GOKEY CO. 525 Second Ave. So. Minneapolis Sport Clothes and Equipment for All Occasions . . . Unusual Gifts EXCLUSIVE BUT NOT EXPENSIVE At. 7733 Since 1890 CARLBOM HARNESS STORE Manufacturer and Importer HARNESS - SADDLERY - TURF AND POLO GOODS PROMPT SERVICE OX REPAIRS DOG FURNISHINGS Mail Orders Promptly Pilled Western Saddles 116 So. 3rd Street New and Used Minneapolis, Minn. Compliments of LIES SHAVER Wayzata Phone 4 • 11A R DWARE, HEATING, PLUMBING HARTS CAFE Wayzata Minn. k 84 Upper: “Goodbye dear Northrop . . Left: Oh, Fudge, those bum Right: Snake in the grass. Center: Just after a short milk at Dana's place. Lower: Pepsi-Cola hits the spot. Boulder Bridge Farm Breeder of Bure Bred GUERNSEYS BELGIAN HORSES DUROC JERSEY HOGS The milk from the “Northwest s Great Herd” of Guernseys is retailed in attractive containers at all Dayton Company restaurants. Your Inspection Invited! G. N. DAYTON President Excelsior, Minnesota L. V. WILSON Superintendent 88 Upper Iff I: Aw, go on, puih her! Upper right: Rai the drawbridge! Left: But Mi Kinnaird. I don’t feel I need help!” Regbf: Name it and you can have it! Rot tom: Friday, 2:J0. Compliments °f Friends 90 For COAL - COKE - FUEL OIL Call REEVES COAL DOCK CORPORATION 710 ROANOKE BUILDING BRIDGEPORT 2251 Compliments DAVID C. BELL INVESTMENT COMPANY Established 1880 501 SECOND AVE. SO. • PROPERTY MANAGEMENT General Refineries, Inc. MORTGAGE LOANS — REAL ESTATE — INSURANCE RENTALS 91 We )t Editor's Note: For those who do not know how enlightening a few minutes in the Senior Room can be, and for those optimistic advertisers who believe any copy will enhance their ads, we have recorded these gems of wisdom uttered one Thursday morning, April 18, 1946. Due to strict censorship, this account is not completely untouched, but even in its present pure form we’re sure the Seniors will recognize themselves. Cossic: Going out? Susi: Yes, 1' guess so—to Excelsior. Clark: Oh, I want to go to the Bunny Bounce. Merritt: But Excelsior’s so much fun! Jo: It sure is ... as we fly off the roller coaster. Susi: Hey, you kids, I hate sitting all alone. Cossitc' Oh Gol, I haven’t got this chemistry thing. Merritt: Let’s play bridge. Norma: I’m so mad Bobby Riggs won. 1‘ was the only one rooting for him. Cossie: Mother said I walk like this, but I don’t really. Clark: My father says the same thing. Long: My mother was in her nightgown so I wanted you to go to the post office with me. Cossic: Oh pew—men always have worn flat heels. Susi: This one’s kissing on the chin all the time. Marlyss: Wc shouldn’t have gone to four, Caroline. Jo: Can I use this to wipe off my lipstick? Long: Hey Annie, don’t forget! Jo: You owe me another nicklc, Caroline. Stilson: You have to practically memorize the constructions, don’t you? Char: Hey, Norm, what happens to the surphur? Long: Charlotte, guess what! Mother got all dressed! She was in her nightgown. Marlyss: The jack’s out. Jo: Come away, little girl, that’s her essay to Halstcd. Clark: Hey, someone lend me a pen. Caroline: Well, today is the big day, isn’t it, Suz? Susi: Yeah, he thinks he’s going to have a local. Clark: I’ve got to find that thing for my French outline. Where about’s is it, stoop? Who’s got a pen? Sally: I have, but it leaks; don’t say I didn’t warn you. Packard: Howdedoodee. Caroline: I’m so glad to see you. I was worried about you. Merritt: I didn’t mean a word I said, and if I hurt you, I’m sorry. Sally: Oh . . . Fudge. Jo: Yes, but I want them charged to Packard. Susi: Debby, come on over and play with me. Debby: Say, I met a boy last night, was he fast, McClain? Cynthia: Don’t plan anything a week from Saturday—Chy’s picnic. Stilson: What’s the date today? Norton: The Shattuck J.S. is next Saturday. Clark: Oh, I’d much rather go on the picnic. Cynthia: Oh, history—it makes me sick. Cossie: What are you going to do tonight? Merritt: Got a date tonight! (singing) Rum and Coca-Cola. Brunsdale: Merritt, do you still have dirty hair? Long: (stroking Cossie’s hair) Isn’t that homely? Charlotte: Who starts? Cossie: T do. A diamond. Char: That isn’t a shut-out, is it? (Continued on Page 105) 92 INTERNATIONAL MILLING CO. Mi nneapolis, Mi n nesota 93 Kay’s Flower Shop Compliments WAYZATA. MINNESOTA of Way tonka Market Lyman Lumber Coal Co. Wayzata, Minnesota Yards at Wayzata and Excelsior Dickey Milbert Phillip y 66 Product • D. D. Schroeder Investment Company 1500 XortIncestern Hank Building FIRESTONE TIRES WILLARD BATTERIES • BERRY COMPANY, Inc. Wayzata, Long Lake, Maple Plain. Hamel Wayzata, Minnesota 94 Up I '' Iff I: The pen it mightier than the sword! Uppff right: Ascending Wendell's Wagon. Lfft: Benson steals the show. Right: So near but yet so far . . . Left: Wailing for the nult to come through. Right: I dare you . . . double dare you!” Bottom: Fresh from the country! Marsh McLennan INCORPORATED General Insurance NORTHWESTERN BANK BUILDING MINNEAPOLIS GEncva 5371 96 Upper Iff : I'm forever blowing bubbles. I.ouer left: I suggest a holiday . . . about three months! Upper right: What's the Fuller brush man got that Center: Gosh, he got away! we haven’t got? Loner right: Kitten on the keys. COMPLIMENTS Burch OF Pharmacy, Inc. PIPER, JAFFRAY 1942 Hennepin and Kenwood 2802 HOPWOOD 2808 1895 97 COMPLIMENTS OF A FRIEND 98 Compliments of A FRIEND WESTGATE MOTOR SALES 4500 France Avenue South BR. 4968 PHOTOGRAPHIC SUPPLIES M. F. PATTERSON DENTAL SUPPLY CO. MINNEAPOLIS MINNESOTA 113 So. Sixth St. Minneapolis 2, Minn. Upper left: Two bored tpectators. Lower left: Stone wall do not a prison make. Center: Hubba! Hubba! Lower right: How I won the hockey game.’ Upper right: lt'� a hard, hard world. 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Lower right: Don’t the seniors provide the transportation? Compliments of WINTON LUMBER CO. The NORMANDY Inc. Awarded First Prize Pest Shoe Rebuilders and Dry Cleaners 1929 RENOVATORS - DRY CLEANERS HATS—SHOES—CLOTHES 151 Baker Arcade, Minneapolis, Minn. We use only the best stock. We employ only the best workmen L E V O Y INTERIORS Compliments of A Friend 1013 Nicollet 104 4a 7( e -£c6e )t (Continued from Page 92) Jo: Caroline, where arc you? Long: You are so table talky. I knew you had a rotten hand when you did that. Norton: Donncz-moi dcs examples! Susi: He can’t keep a secret. Denny: What’d you do last night and where did you go? Jo: Jim’s going to take her to church. Pack: He didn’t get home ’till 4:30. Merritt: Do we have to know all this? Cossite: Tonight let’s do something. Char: You had 7 if you had a void in hearts. Brunsdalc: Hey wait—where ya going? Cynthia: I’ll never tell. Roxy: Do you think I ought to have a picnic or a luncheon? Char: I don’t know how to get there, but I’ll a draw a map. Roxy: Do they have a fireplace? Long: What time? Arc you going to have good food? I won’t come if you don’t. Shedd: What do you want me to bid? Three clubs? Cynthia: Hurry back. Dcbby: T will. Pack: I think we ought to open a window. Long: Who told me spender”? It makes the rhyme all wrong. Norton: It had to be you. Cynthia: How many d’s” in sudden? Merritt: DuToit, Fait, Shedd, and Denny—chapel lines. Caroline: Faux pas Hanson they call me. Cossite: It’s not that I don’t trust you. Prissy: You lead the ace. Char: That’s just stupid. Long: The lofty branches pierced the azure sky”—what kind of tree is that? Norton: A weeping willow. Chy: Gee, this is long, Nancy Ann. Norton: That’s what I said to myself at 12 o’clock last night. Norma: Is there a comma before although”? Jo: Down to the last drop (Tabu). Norton: Let’s share it, baby. Jo: What’s a good serious problem to write an essay about? Norton: Take the racial problem—that’s good for at least 10 pages. Clark: (Having just seen Senior informal picture) Yours is so posed, Benson. Benson: Well, I often stand like that. Clark: Hey, lookit at the Boy Scouts! Cynthia: Pass. Dcbby: What do we do for history? Norton: Reference reading. Debby: Yeah, but I’m going out tonight. Clark: Who with? Dcbby: My father ... I’m not really, that’s just a joke. Ah, Humoresque by— Susi: Rimsky and Korsakoff . . . Well, it really is! Cossie: Nancy Ann, where were you? It looks like you've been crawling through a sewer! Clark: Listen, a fire siren! It’s going out that way. Prissy: It’s not going very fast—we’re just starved for excitement. Benson: Hey, Schirm—are we supposed to be in study hall? Cossite: But he doesn’t take me out that way—he takes me out friendly. Susi: Who fell out the window? Debby: f did. (Leave it to Nunan to get in the last word.) 105 Sukey DuToit. 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Upper right: Why don’t you ever hit the ball to me?” Lower left: Inspiration for a caption for this picture held up the book for days. Lower center: Why yes, I have a ride down town.” Lower right: Which way is Florida?” CareerA . . . 3n JSuAineAA The better positions in business arc filled by girls trained for Secretarial, Accounting or Business Machines Work. New Day or Evening Classes twice a month. Call, phone or write for catalog. Placement Service for Graduates HEADQUARTERS FOR JUNIOR MISS DRESSES, COATS SUITS AND ACCESSORIES Moderately Priced JaCKSON'(tRAVES Nielsen BeauVy Salon Nicollet at Ninth MAin 4338 a MINNEAPOLIS Cfiu me b Goffleqckj 221 Medical Arts Building BRIDGEPORT 8879 Compliments J. R. Clark Company MINNEAPOLIS 119 Don’t for a Girl Rv SHEILA DALY Who Goes Steady • Dy jnEILM V k I rpHE RULES for “going steady” are many and complicated. There are all the restrictions about on which finger to wear his class ring, whether or not you should wear matching plaid jackets, and even how many nights a week a gal ought to see her curjoe boy. Here's another query on the going steady routine, a question from a puzzled gal who isn’t sure whether she or the male half of the gruesome twosome should make social arrangements: “I’ve been going steady with a fellow in my class at school since the middle of October. We get along beautifully and I like him even better now than I did when I accepted his ring and stopped dating other fellows. But now I'm wondering alauit accepting invitations and making plans for evenings together. Who does It, the fellow or the girl?” Even though you’ve been going steady for almost six months, a fellow still likes to be the aggressive half of the dating duet and make the plans for the evening. It’s always he who suggests big, bright lights nights, and makes all the arrangements for them. A gal can suggest he come over to spend the evening at her home or she may ask him to go to a school dance with her if she goes to a girls’ school or if it’s a girl-asks-boy affair. She might even, In rather rare cases, suggest they go to a movie some evening, if she is particularly anxious to see it and is quite sure the fellow won’t think her an eager beaver. But if she receives a party invitation from one of her gal pals, an invitation which includes both her and her current fellow friend, she should accept it tentatively, making it definite only after checking with the boy to make sure he has no other plans. Even though a fellow is interested enough in a gal to give her his heart and his class ring, he still likes enough independence to make his own decisions about where they’ll go and when. Reprinted from The Minneapolis Daily Times About Sheila Daly A teen - ager herself, Sheila Daly has been writing since she was eleven years old with more than 20 of her articles and short stories appearing in such SHEILA DALY newspapers and magazines as Woman's Day, Mademoiselle, Calling All Girls, Chicago Tribune and Chicago Daily News. She is typically teen-aged with typical problems of school work, coreer plans, grooming, dating and growing up. Read Sheila Daly Every Monday Wednesday and Friday in The MINNEAPOLIS DAILY TIMES 120 INVESTORS MUTUAL, INC INVESTORS SELECTIVE FUND, INC. INVESTORS STOCK FUND, INC. Prospectuses on request from Principal Underwriter INVESTORS SYNDICATE R. E. Mocgregor, Pretidenl Minneapolis, Minnesota REPRESENTATIVES IN THE PRINCIPAL CITIES OF THE UNITED STATES Insurance ... DON MILLER COMPANY 1300 NORTHWESTERN BANK BUILDING Minneapolis Main 4503 121 WOODARD-ELWOOD CO. INVESTMENT SECURITIES MEMBERS MINNEAPOLIS-ST. 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