Northrop Collegiate School - Tatler Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

Text from Pages 1 - 152 of the 1947 volume:

m7 •m Ute lcdleb 1947 Published by Northrop Collegiate School Minneapolis, Minnesota In recognition of her constant friendliness and her years of loyal service to Northrop Collegiate School, we dedicate the 1947 Tatler to MiAA ftatima feiesibauen. Ethel M. Spurr Principal jbisiectoM, Marion E. Goodale Assistant Principal Mist Cray, Miss Chambers, Miss Whitney, Mrs. Bryan, Mrs. Barnhart, Miss KinnairJ, Mrs. McClrment Afn. Chainberlaine, Mrs. Nelson, Miss Louc, Mi x Cram, Aim Space. Miss Cole, Mrs. Tsfft Miss Miller, Miss Marzolf, Miss Thompson Miss Shoemaker, Miss Hartzler .lecluiiccd AdhribesiA. Mist Blodgett, Afrj. I lour II, Mrs. Bordeaux, M its Rouley, Mrs. Grid man Af u Keggerries, Miss F.llinuood, Mrs. Mather, Mist Pease, Miss Goodale Mrs. Eggleston, Mist Bkrbaner, Mrs. Fisher, Mrs. Haas FACULTY Ethel M. Spurr ____ Marion E. Goodale Christine Kinnaird Mary F. Hale Ethel E. Pease Blanche Barnhart Miriam Chambers.. Beatrice A. Blodgett Dorothy Howell----- Dagmar McClement Ruth B. Mather----- Ellen Rowley Gladys Griesman ... I.enorc Bordeau Rachel B. Kcgerreis Marjorie R. Whitney. Dorothy Ellinwood Janet Gray. Glacia Cole ...---- Jean Chamberlainc Isabelle A. Marzolf— Margaret E. Miller Maude C. Thompson Helen Richie Nelson Mary Lee Lowe Jean Duncan ------- Catherine Cram Margaret Space. Elizabeth Titfft Helen Shoemaker.... Genevieve Hartzler Norma Bicrbaucr Ardellc B. Haas La Nac Fisher... Elizabeth Eggleston _______________________Principal Mathematics, Assistant Principal .... English ------------------------- French Mathematics -------------------------English _________________________History .......................... I.uin ____________ French and Spanish English and Social Studies _____________________Mathematics __________________________French ..... ................. Latin ......................... French _________________________Science _________________________English ................... Mathematics ____________Social Studies _______________________Librarian Sixth Grade ___________________ Fifth Grade ...........Fourth Grade Second and Third Grades .......... First Grade ............ Kindergarten .............. Fine Arts _______Dramatics, Speech ___________________ Music ___________________ Piano ______Physical Education Physical Education — Executive Secretary .............. Registrar ............. Assistant Director, Dining Room TRUSTEES Mr. Sewall D. Andrews Jr. Mr. Huntington Brown, President Mrs. Benton J. Case, Vice President Mr. Ganus V. Fait, Treasurer Mrs. H. B. Atwater Mr. Leavitt R. Barker Mr. Theodore W. Bennett Mr. George D. Dayton II Mr. Merrill Hutchinson Dr. Elizabeth Lowry Mrs. Russell Morse, ex-ofticio Mr. Charles Silverson Miss Elizabeth Wallace Mr. Charles J. Winton Dr. A. A. Zicrold Mrs. Philip Pillsbury, ex-ofticio Mrs. Philip Duff OFFICERS OF PARENT AND TEACHER ASSOCIATION Mrs. Russell W. Morse, President Mrs. C. L. Dickey, First Vice President Mrs. L. S. Tuttle, Second Vice President Miss Ethel Pease, Recording Secretary Mrs. C. W. Mooers, Corresponding Sec’y Mrs. Harold Finch, Treasurer fea ihesi Will and intellect are one and the same thing. —Benedict Spinoza Lights breaking, ladders falling, gelatins dissolving, fuses refusing, and ripped scripts—all these things arc heaven on earth in Judy’s world. As she is the mainstay of the Dramatic Club, as far as the production of a play goes, we are wondering how the backstage will be able to survive without her. School spirit personified, Judy has also been active in the Glee Club and on the Tatler committee. Because of her consistent first honor roll record, the school no longer bothers to put Judy’s name on the list—Miss Spurr simply reads it from force of habit. The gym floor will moan with the absence of our star basketball and hockey fiend. With her varied ability, Judy has helped to save many a day for the Seniors. Here she comes Wellesley—take her for work or for pun ! Junior Glee Club—'44 Junior Dramatic Club—’44 Varsity Basketball—’44, '45, ’46, ’47 Varsity Hockey—’44, 45, ’46, ’47 Senior Glee Club—’45, ’46 Senior Dramatic Club—’45, ’46, ’47 Publications Committee—’46, ’47 President of Student Federalists—’46 World Affairs Club—’47 Qeosujia fee ueAAan Wit makes it own welcome and levels all distinctions—Emerson Now wc introduce our inimitable Georgia. Ever since she came to the ninth grade, Georgia’s gorgeous blond hair, chocolate tans, and devilish ideas have made her a leading individual in the class. Georgia is a star of every varsity team and can always be counted on for a long shot from the middle of the basketball court to cinch a game in the last five seconds. As editor of the Ta ler and Vice President in charge of Publications, Georgia has had her hands full this year, and is usually found crouched on the floor surrounded by stacks of official looking papers. Famed for her open houses, Georgia’s social career is always a source of curiosity and admiration. Wc envy her brains, her ability, and her talent for finding fun. Junior Glee Club—’44 League Representative—’44 Varsity Hockey—’44, ’4 5, ’46, '47 Varsity Basketball—’44, ’45, ’46, '47 Varsity Baseball—'44, '4S, ’46 President of Class—’4f Senior Glee Club—'45, ’47 Awards Committee—’45, ’46, ’47 Secretary of League— 46 Assistant Editor of Tatlcr—’46 Vice President of Publications—’47 World Affairs Clul —’47 Varsity Volley Ball—'47 Sally Campbell ”I laugh, for hope hath happy place uitb me”—Channing The affectionate nick-name for our gal, Sal, is Nicky, or sometimes F. F. (short for Fox-Face). Sally’s great athletic career was culminated by spraining her ankle, but she still remains a faithful member of the Athletic Committee. Sally is one member of our class who never arrives at school with straight hair. We look jealously at her curly locks and wonder how she has the strength to put them up every night. Sally is quite a linguist; she is studying French and Spanish and is particularly well-versed in frog lan-gaugc. We have all had sore throats trying to speak it. Sally is one of the lucky ones who, at the time of this writing, is sure of her college plans. We feel certain that her future acquaintances at Monticello will appreciate her carefree antics and her humorous giggle as much as we have. Athletic Committee—’47 Library Committee—’47 Book Room Committee___ 47 Varsity Basketball— 47 Varsity Baseball— 46 Variety is the mother of enjoyment.”—Disraeli The only senior who can say Big tickle and laugh and really mean it is Mary, who has never had a worry about dates in her whole senior career. Always in complete control of herself, Mary’s calm before exams, and serene self-assurance during termpaper confusion arc the envy of us all. Mary is always on hand during fourth period, firmly situated at the bridge table, Atshnlfcr nearby, regaling partners and kibitzers with talcs of the last week end. Mary’s athletic skill (?) and reducing exercises have had several seniors on crutches. As a member of the School Procedure Committee, Mary undertook corresponding with other schools about the Honor System. Many seniors have found Maryan inexhaustible source of sympathy and advice on all matters. We hope that Mary’s career at college will be as successful as has been her career at Northrop. Council Representative—’45 School Procedure Committee—’47 Chairman of Library Committee—’47 Glultan Hang sorrow—care'll kill a cat. —Jonson Mary adds needed color to our class with her good figure, long black hair, and Arizona tans. Although these Arizona trips have interfered with her activities in the Dramatic Club plays, Mary has earned the distinction of being the only business manager of the Dramatic Club who has balanced her books completely and then lost them. Chilton, who is one of our authorities on the intracacics of bridge, also adds spice to the game with tales of her Dear Pen Pal.” Well known to all of us in the Senior Room arc Mary’s daily tardiness and her ability to procrastinate. The high marks which she receives in spite of her late papers amaze us all—how docs she do it? We know that Mary will be both happy and well liked at college next year because of her ready smile, and witty remarks. Junior Dramatic Club—’44 Senior Dramatic Club—’45, ’46, ’47 Scc.-Treas. of Class—’44 Public Relations Comimttec—’47 Library Committee—’47 Let the world slide. —Beaumont and Fletcher The most haggard face In the morning invariably belongs to Marge, for whom the long ride in from the lake is a harrowing experience. Deep groans at the thought of a French test and frantic cramming for history exams belie her honor roll marks, for Marge is one of the fortunate few whose native intelligence carries her through the greatest trials. Marge’s dramatic ability won her a coveted role in The Late Christopher Bean, and she also gives time to the Glee Club. Marge loves riding, and alternates her social activities with long jaunts on horseback. Marge is often to be discovered sketching in the art room where her talent has won her several prizes. Marge has innate poise, tempered by a gay sense of humor, and an enthusiasm that knows no bounds. Senior Dramatic Club—’45, 46, ’47 Varsity Baseball—’45 Publications Committee—’46 Senior Glee Club—'47 World Affairs Club—’47 Public Relations Committee—’47 Varsity Hockey—’47 jjaan bal ufm'pie Hospitality sitting with gladness. —Longfellow May we introduce enthusiasm personified! We often wonder how the Dramatic Club, Glee Club, and Entertainment Committee would survive without Joan. When we hear the familiar Glee Club fourth period!”, Let’s go to Dramatic Club,” or Who will volunteer to decorate for the dance?”, we know that Joan is at it again. Her many escapades to Shattuck, Great Lakes, the University, and Woodhill testify to her popularity. The hockey field will miss its most scrious(?) visitor” next year. Strangers passing by have stared with startled expression at that fast moving star who managed to make innumerable, unassisted goals (sometimes, by mistake, for the opposing team—but that’s beside the point). So, Pine Manor, here comes our spirited Joan! Junior Dramatic Club—’44 Senior Dramatic Club—’45, ’46, ’47 Junior Glee Club—’44 Senior Glee Club—’45, ’46, ’47 Entertainment Committee—’46, ’47 President of Senior Glee Club—’47 Varsity Baseball—’44, ’45 World Affairs Club—'47 Varsity Volley Ball—’47 'fbelHocke'ii A merry heart doetb good like a medicine—Proverbs XV You’ve heard of the three v’s—vim, vigor, and vitality? Well, Peggy has all that and a fourth—versatility. She not only manages to stay on an honor roll and make all the Glee Club rehearsals (almost), but also manages to be on all the Varsity teams. She will confidentially admit that the only reason she goes out for athletics is so that she can wear her red sweat-shirt, but her boundless energy makes her indispensable to the teams. It is difficult to imagine what our class would he like without Peggy. It has taken her persistence and calmness to fill the position of League President so well, and her secret to success must be the fact that she vitalizes her ideas with enthusiasm. We will all remember Peggy for her black Buick limousine, her green fur-trimmed coat, her hearty” laugh, and her well-worn expression, Tomorrow I'm going on a diet.” President of Junior Glee Club—’44 Junior Dramatic Club—’44 Varsity Hockey—’44, ’4$, ’46, ’47 Varsity Basketball—’44, ’4S, '46, '47 Varsity Baseball—’44, '4 5, '46 Senior Glee Club—’4 5, ’46, '47 School Procedure Committee—’4S President of Class—’46 President of League—’47 World Affairs Club—’47 Varsity Volley Ball—’47 fylosiesioe •'Tlx days that wake us happy wake us wise.”—Masefield If you hear a shout of laughter from the Senior Room, you can be sure that Doodle is telling the seniors about her latest week end experience. She is one of those people who could make the dullest story intersting and funny. As class secretary this year, the job of taking attendance fell to her, and each morning she could be seen calling roll and expertly playing a hand of bridge at the same time. Doodle has been very active in dramatics, filling the important roles of Mary Magdalene in Family Portrait and Juliet in Roweo and Juliet last year. This year she played Mrs. Skinner in Our Hearts Were Young and Gay. She has also contributed to the Glee Club with her voice as well as with her piano solos for the annual Glee Club concert. We will always remember Doodle for her infectious laughter, her perfect figure, and her successful blind dates. She certainly is an addition to any class. Junior Glee Club—’44 Junior Dramatic Club—’44 School Procedure Committee—’44, ’47 Senior Glee Club—’4 5 League Representative—’46 Dramatic Club—’46, ’47 World Affairs Club—’47 Class Secretary—'47 Senior Room Committee—’47 Ga ioiute oe vLe+t On with the dance! Let joy be uncon fined. —Lord Byron Wild escapades, a love for adventure, a trail of broken hearts, long distance telephone calls, sincere friendship, and an ability for imitations and bridge best sum up the nature of our Caroline. When she joined the Class of ’47 in the sixth grade—all freckles and pigtails—it was little anticipated that she would become the class beauty. Seriously, Caroline, we wish to thank you for all your literary accomplishments, musical talent, athletic contributions (?), class honk, and for the decorations in Senior Room and little dining room. She is friendly and jovial, and we arc sure of Caroline’s success at Pine Manor—and Williams (a post-grad course, that is). Junior Glee Club—’44 Senior Glee Club—’45, ’46, ’47 Entertainment Committee—’45, ’46 President of Senior Glee Club—’46 Senior Dramatic Club—’47 Puttie Relations Committee—’47 1bi ne fyait The highest of distinctions is service to others.”—Kin George VI If more than the usual commotion is heard issuing from the Senior Room, it is probably Di playing Hot and Cold” with a group of hysterical cronies. Her bizarre wit is a constant prop to the sometimes sagging spirits of the seniors, and her perpetual frantic search for a Spanish book keeps us wondering if she ever bought one at the beginning of the year. Her costume at school belies her good taste in clothes, as Di is notorious for frequent appearance at Northrop in a flaming scarlet blazer and gaudily striped socks to complete her uniform. We envy Di most for her completely managable hair. Its neat appearance through a weary day makes us regard our own dishevelled coiffures with grimness. As class president, Di has made a record of conscientiousness and sincerity that predicts well for her future in college. Junior Glee Club—’44 Senior Glee Club-—'4f, ’46 Varsity Basketball—’44 Public Relations Committee____’45 President of Class—’47 Mtin's life is but a jest.”—Thornbury There aren’t enough words to describe this dynamo of energy. She manages always not only to be on the first Senior Room List, but also to wangle a date every Saturday night. ''Geg’s” varied experiences have made her advice much sought after. Jean is the most unique girl in the class, and her talents extend in all directions. Her artistic ability has brought her honors in a state contest, and fame at home as a cartoonist. Because of Geg’s wit and originality we have forced her to write most of our class skits and she has never disappointed us. Jean is a well-known figure at the bridge table, and how often have.the seniors heard just one more quick hand before class.” We are sure that this whirlwind with the flying mop of blond hair will long be remembered at Northrop. o Junior Dramatic Club—’44 Publications Committee—’47 Senior Dramatic Club—-’45, '47 Public Relations Committee—’45 Secretary-Treasurer of Class—’46 Assistant Editor of Tatlcr—’46 Always the first to enter the Senior Room in the morning, Ruth invariably greets each new arrival from over the pages of her history book. Less dcligcnt seniors view with amazement the record that she has consequently maintained, for Ruth’s winning scores in the Time Tests show the results of her enthusiasm. Another subject of amazement is her nigh-pcrfect attendance, for despite flu, mumps, and other epidemics which sweep the school. Miss Spurr can always count on the presence of Ruth to keep Northrop going. We are wondering how the Glee Club will survive without her, for she has been a faithful member six long years. With her musical ability and many other talents, Macalcster College is certainly lucky to have our Ruth. Junior Glee Club—'44 Senior Glee Club—’45, '46 Librarian of Glee Club—’47 World Affairs Club—’47 Public Relations Committee—’47 Library Committee—’47 Varsity Hockey—’47 Mi Uci n Jian iHan And h next in sunbed laughter shakes the sky. —Pope A merry Howdy” is the trademark of our personality kid as she gaily enters the Senior Room. Mim’s vivacious laugh rings continually throughout the rooom, keeping it lively and gay on blue Mondays. She entered Northrop in eighth grade and was promptly elected secretary-treasurer of our class. She keeps up the tradition by leaving Northrop as treasurer of the Public-Relations Committee. After taking numerous bridge lessons this w-inter, Mim is ready, willing, and eager to assist you with any bridge problem. A familiar remark but Mrs. Pingry said” is constantly heard around the bridge table. Mim’s cheerfulness and willingness have won her many friends, and the west is mighty lucky to have captured our Mimi. Her wit and hilarious tales will be a welcome addition to Scripps next year. Junior Dramatic Club—’44 Senior Dramatic Club—’47 Senior Glee Club—’45 Trustees Award Committee—’44, ’45, ’46 Publications Committee—’45 School Procedure Committee—’46 Varsity Hockey—’46 Public Relations Committee—’47 World Affairs Committee—’47 Library Committee—’47 Jiutoltinian Am! mistress of Ix'rsclf though China Vail. —Pope It must be the atmosphere of Northrop that causes Mcrilyn to arrive at the Senior Room door with hair in pins and books dropping from her loaded arms, for ordinarily she is the most perfectly groomed of us all. We can easily imagine her walking on foot through the Belgian Congo in a tailored suit and matching pumps, unimpaired by dust, heat and confusion. One of the less boisterous members of our class, Hutch can be seen relaxing in a chair on the outskirts of the usual senior hub-bub, occasionally raising her head from a book to add an appropriately witty remark to the passing show. Since her arrival in the sophomore year, she has contributed her abilities to the Dramatic Club, backstage and before the foots. We will always remember Hutch for her loyal friendship. Senior Dramatic Club—’4$, ’46, ’47. Publications, ’46, 47 Business Manager of Tatlcr—’47 If you sec a hand involuntarily dart forth from behind you and draw a card from your bridge hand, it’s usually Lokcy for whom the sight of a bridge hand holds a fatal fascination. Lokey is also irresistibly attracted by clothes. Gorgeous,” her pet comment, is the only word that can describe her stunning Harold suits and her perfect taste. Her enthusiastic participation in sports is proof of her love of outdoor activities. But she has not limited all her energies to athletics. She has been an active member of the Senior Dramatic Club and of the Glee Club. For the Public Relations Committee she sold food at recess. Every food sale day we enviously watched her leave class five minutes early to conduct the sales. Lokey possesses a boundless generosity and a sincere friendliness. We wish her good luck at Drake University. Junior Dramatic Club—’44 Publications Comimttcc—’44 Senior Dramatic Club—’45, ’46 Varsity Baseball—’45 Athletics Committee—’46 Varsity Hockey—’46 Senior Glee Club—'47 World Affairs—’47 Public Relations Committee—’47 Varsity Volleyball—’47 Gyathia KtiolUaucli And loir is the sweetest thing on earth. —Roche Every year since Kindergarten days, Cynthia has trotted down the back hill to Northrop, but this year she has slightly changed her course in order to mail her daily letter to points east. Her outstanding athletic ability was rewarded this year when she was elected all school captain of the Blue Team. It amazes all the seniors to sec Cynthia so rowdy and boisterous in the Senior Room and yet so quiet and reserved in the class room. We know that our amiable Cynthia is close at hand whenever we hear her familiar quips: 'Oh Birdseed!” and Can I have a ride with anyone who is going home during the day?” Cynthia has reversed the old adage about All work and no play—etc, etc. Result: Nothing dull about Cynthia. Varsity Hockey—’44, ’45, ’46, ’47 Varsity Basketball—’44, ’45, ’46, ’47 Varsity Baseball—’44, ’45, ’46, ’47 Varsity Volleyball—’47 Athletics Committee—’44 School Procedure Committee—’46 Publications Committee—’47 World Affairs Club—’47 Captain School Blue Team—’47 Her ways are ways of pleasantness and all her paths are peace.”—Proverbs I Who is the only senior who has her eyes open in the morning, who looks awake and cheerful? Jean. She is always willing to play a hand of bridge in the morning, and even remembers the rules. When Jean is not playing bridge, she is studying madly. When the Senior Room gets too noisy, she retreats to the hall table where, in spite of constant heckling from her classmates, she really seems to accomplish something; she always shows us up by getting good marks. Jean has many other accomplishments, too. She is a loyal member of the Glee Club. In fact she is one of the mainstays of the second soprano section. She is also a member of the Dramatic Club, and has had a number of successes. In short, Jean has been a great asset to Northrop and a good friend to her classmates. Junior Glee Club—‘44 Public Relations Committee—’44 Senior Glee Club—’46, ’47 Senior Dramatic Club—’46, ‘47 Varsity Baseball—’46 Varsity Hockey—’47 Varsity Volleyball—’47 Hetty Claire Jlee Let us work without disputing; it is the only way to render life tolerable. —Voltaire As far as wc know, B. C. is the only girl who can get an A on a theme written after a Sunday night date. On days when themes are due, she attributes that haggard look to an all night vigil by the ink bottle. When out of uniform, she lives in blue-jeans; it is a rare occasion when she deems it necessary to wear a dress. The fact that she has been on all the varsity and class teams proves her athletic interest and great enthusiasm for all sports. Her gym locker is notorious because of its resemblance to Fibber McGee’s closet. B. C.’s curly hair is the envy of everyone, for she need never worry about the curl coming out. Wc will remember Betty Claire for her sincerity and straightforwardness, her husky voice, and the ubiquitous Hey, you guys,” with which she meets every situation. Senior Glee Club—'46, ’47 Varsity Baseball— 46, ’47 Varsity Hockey—’47 Varsity Volleyball—’47 Varsity Baseball— 46 Athletic Committee—’47 Jleitman A little time for Uugbter. a little time to , rt .”—Marston Here’s the one girl in our class who has been lucky enough to have a successful and steady romance for her whole career at Northrop. Her notes on the bulletin lx ard have been the envy of all of us, and she is one of the few who has a reason for that Monday morning look. Liz has been a leader in upholding school spirit with her membership in both the Junior and Senior Glee Clubs and by her participation in athletics. She has always been a member of the class and varsity teams, and this year she was elected captain of the White Team. Klizabeth will always be remembered for her loud utterances of Ad!os,” and Gesundheit which have often broken through the uproar of the Senior Room or the deadly silence of classes. We all wish Liz the best of luck at Grinncll next year. Junior Glee Club—’44 Senior Glee Club—'45, ’46, ’47 Public Relations Committee— 44 Athletic Committee—’45, ’46 World Affairs Club—’47 Library Committee—’47 Varsity Basketball—’45, ’46, ’47 Varsity Baseball—’46 Varsity Hockey—’44, ’45, ’46, ’47 Captain of School White Team—’47 Jlea Mansi The world is a wheel, and it will come round right. —Hawthorne Although Lea is one of the most recent additions to our class, it seems as though she has been arouuu aTl our lives. The proof of her enthusiasm as a member of the Athletic Committee is shown by the fact that she finally made the volleyball team this year. Lea’s dates are like streetcars—if she misses one, another always comes along. Last year she was voted the most gullible,” but now she no longer holds that title. She is often heard telling tall tales to anyone who will believe them. Many people may have received the wrong impression of Lea when they saw her in the Christmas program; she looked very sweec as the angel, but appearances are often deceiving. Lea’s witty remarks and humorous laugh brighten up the Senior Room at dull moments. Her motto is All for fun, and fun for all!” World Affairs Club—’47 Athletic Committee—’47 Library Committee—’47 fjaaane Mo-last In her tongue is the law of kindness ”■—Proverbs xxvii The senior class has often thought of charging the Holsum Company for the liberal advertising its personal representative, Dode, has placed strategically about the school. Dode’s enthusiasm has also been the mainstay of the Athletic Committee and her generosity with her car has often been a lifesaver to the streetcar-haters. Her calmness in the face of exams is a much envied phenomenon as is her ability to accomplish reams of work with methodical good humor. Her comprehensive and beautiful collection of dolls as well as Iter fascinating amusement room are sources of exclamation. We will always be glad that Dode entered our class and sorry it was not before her junior year. We know she will be successful in whatever she docs and make friends wherever she goes. Publications Committee—’46 Varsity Basketball—’46 Vice President of Athletics—’47 Marian Mobile Life is not life at all without delight”—Patmore If archeologists years hence are confused by a deep trench worn into the back hill, the answer can be found in the annals of the class of ’47, for six long years have seen Marion walking to school over the same path, and inches of topsoil have been worn off in the process. Marion’s energy is not her only attribute, however, for she has a real talent for music and an ability for witty commentary that has no equal. As head of innumerable prop committees, Marion has collected and disposed of mountains of costumes and heterogenous properties every year. Her Well, you know” heralds a juicy bit of gossip which is, nevertheless, restrained with admirable tact. Marion is the epitome of poise and self-control. Rarely nervous, Marion meets even Glee Club concerts with complete calm about facing public appearance. Marian’s bridge, coached by Mrs. Pingry, is a wonderful thing and not the least of the many talents for which she will be remembered at Northrop. Public Relations Committee—’44 Senior Glee Club—’45 Senior Dramatic Club—’45, ’46, ’47 School Procedure Committee—’46 World Affairs Club—’47 Varsity Hockey—’46, ’47 Senior Room Committee—’47 Ma if Ue Qwest Sport, that wrinkled care derides And laughter holding hath his sides. —Milton ’'Mouse” will come leaping into the Senior Room, knock over a chair, slap someone on the back, and say happily, ”Gosh, I feel horrible.” At another time she will drag herself wearily to the couch, drop into it, and moan, Isn’t this a wonderful day! I feel fine!” Our small red-headed artist has been busy all year in the art room, if not painting signs on doors, making scenery for one of the Drama Club plays. We are all proud of the way in which Marge has built up the World Affairs Club. She has established it firmly at Northrop. Marge sings a lusty alto in the Glee Club and is a member of the Dramatic Club. Mouse” is always ready with a funny” joke and she is hurt if you don’t laugh hysterically at it. Marge’s talents and her happy smile arc sure to gain her many friends wherever she may go. Senior Dramatic Club—’46, ’47 President of World Affairs Club—’47 Senior Glee Club—’47 Public Relations Committee— 47 Elizabeth Rail It isn't really anywhere! It’s somewhere else instead.”—Milne In spite of her nickname, Flash, which she acquired because she is so deliberate in everything she does, our efficient Dramatic Club President has managed to bring the Club through an interesting and active year. From the world of fantasy in which she lives, she summons her own particular brand of whimsical humor to lift the class of ’47 from its lethargy and convulse it with laughter. What senior has not looked with envy on Flash’s student pilot wings and listened avidly to her talcs of flying? Although she strongly resists persuasion, those who arc successful in getting her to play the piano for them arc well rewarded for their efforts, and even a cursory glance at her art work will prove that Flash is indeed among our most talented. Junior Dramatic Club—-’44 Publications Committee—‘44 Senior Dramatic Club—’45, ’46, ’47 President of Senior Dramatic Club_ 47 School Procedure Committee—’4$t 4$ Treasurer of Senior Class—’47 Suzanne SeUcanl I slept and dreamed that life uas beauty I woke and found that life was duty. —Hooper Ever since her first appearance in the eighth grade with up-do pigtails, Suzanne has been our talented prodigy. Her well-known literary and dramatic abilities have long kept her pulling in Ta ler prizes and Dramatic Club leads —much to the envy of those of us who arc less gifted. The complications and struggles involving Suscs’ romances keep us rapt during first period every morning, with Cardie offering the rarest of advice, and the rest of us listening, fascinated out of all pretense of studying. Another of Suzanne’s attributes is her complete athletic disability which undoubtedly accounts for her presence on the volleyball team this year (one last desperate hope, Miss Hartzlcr?) In spite of her occasional moments of utter flustration,” Suscs’ classic features, her interesting, not to say outre, conversation and self-possession will carry her far. V Junior Glee Club—’44 Junior Dramatic Club—’44 Senior Dramatic Club—’45, ’46, ’47 Public Relations Committee—’45 Publications Committee—’47 Paula SJzellel All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. —Poc Tim, expert on diets, recommends chocolate sundaes and hanana splits, and insists that her remarkable reducing method never fails. As vice president of both the World Affairs Club and the Glee Club her time is strictly limited. Her pet peeve is the phrase “Say something, Paula.” With this her reserved composure backfires, and the true Paula emerges. Although she refrains from broadcasting it, we know her week ends arc tres” gay. The scissors never know a dull moment at the Skcllct home for Paula is continually trimming her hair, but this seems to make no difference as far as her looks arc concerned. Paula is one of the more attractive members of the class, and her wistful expression is belied by her intriguing wit. Paula is a master at forgetting books, music lessons, and appointments, and these qualities as well as her individual charm have made her one of our favorite seniors. Junior Glee Club— 44 Senior Dramatic Club—’45, ’46 School Procedure Committee—’46 Senior Glee Club—’47 World Affairs Club—’47 Publications Committee—’47 Canal £ho jlu t(ll loir a broad margin to my life.”—Thorcau Far above the senior scramble Carol utters a gem of sophisticated wit. A whiz at bridge, Carol is found making grand slams during every available study period. Carol is snapshot editor of the Tatler this year, and her business ability has helped innumerable ticket sales in her years at Northrop. Carol seems to do everything without effort including making high honor roll marks without opening a book. Miss Goodale's pride, Carol's high marks in math brought her the unofficial title of the human comptometer. Her athletic efforts consist of her going to Shocy’s office to get an excuse, or more often stumbling wearily from couch to chair in the Senior Room. Carol will always be remembered for her fascinating hands, her raised eyebrow, and her inimitable style. Junior Dramatic Club— 44 Senior Dramatic Club—’45, 46 Secretary-Treasurer of Class—’45 Public Relations— 46 Publications Committee—'47 Library Committee—’47 Patricia ItChmal ”The poetry of earth is never dead. —Keats Pass for now!” It drives us mad, but that’s P. Thomas for you. When Patty is not playing bridge, she is in the art room painting milk bottles or making posters for the Athletic Committee. We can’t say she doesn’t try, for whenever she gets excused from gym, Shocy sends her home—to no avail. She keeps coming back—wittier than ever. We can’t get along without her, ’cause what would we do for Kleenex? There is always a large crowd around Patty’s locker, but the question is—arc they looking in the mirror or at the picture beneath the mirror? This picture is just another example of Patty’s many artistic abilities which are of inestimable value to the school, for Patty is a one-man advertising committee for every worthy cause. What would we do without her? What will we do without her? I Athletic Committee—’47 Mg uj, JHau buttle This quiet sail is a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction .”—Byron When you hear the accusing shriek, Who stole my history notes? And they were so good, too! echoing from behind a mass of loose papers, you know that it’s one of the more devilish members of the class, Mary Lou. Mary Lou’s efficiency as Vice President of Public Relations and her constant cheerfulness and patience have won her many friends. She is one of the few seniors who manages to have two dates a week end without telling the entire class. If the rest of the seniors look starved and undernourished after lunch hour, we know that Mary Lou has consumed thirty-three times her share of food. Her numerous letters and her positions on varsity teams are proof of Mary Lou’s athletic ability, while her locker wins her the honor of being the messiest’’ senior. Varsity Basketball—’44, ’45, ’46, ’47 Varsity Baseball—’44, ’45, 46 Varsity Volleyball—’47 Public Relations Committee— 45, ’46 Vice President in charge of Public Relations and Entertainment—’47 World Affairs Club—’47 rWrftma i Order is Heaven's first lau —Pope Whenever a large crowd is gathered in a corner of the Senior Room, Barb is invariably the object of attention. If it is not a fascinating new hair style which attracts us, it is one of her fabulous adventure stories—which will continue for days, if she is not restrained. The soul of order and precision, she invariably compiles long lists of her daily activities from bath to homework, and shames untidy seniors by the frightening neatness of her locker. The slowest girl to enter the Senior Room in the bleak light of morning, she is the fastest to leave with the ringing of dismissal bell. Always faithful to Holsum she continually skips lunches so that she can exercise her loyalty by dining on bread alone. Witt’s” fabulous legends and hysterical humor will long be remembered by the class of ’47. Junior Glee Club—’47 Athletics Committee—’47 flancif, rUJ ienclt The world belongs to t te enthusiast who keeps cool. —Me Fee Nancy was one of the first members of our class; she has been at Northrop for ten years. Although she lives way out in the sticks,” she always manages to get to school long before attendance is taken, and often organizes the first bridge game of the morning. She is to be seen almost every noon walking around the Senior Room, shuttling the cards in mid-air and asking, Who wants to be a fourth?” Nancy’s quiet conscientiousness has set an example for us all. We were dumbfounded and very envious when she read to us the first draft of her short story two weeks before it was due. She has a good sense of humor, a wonderful laugh, and is forever coming up with funny little jokes. That heavy silver bracelet she wears proves that she is appreciated outside of Northrop as well as in. We predict that Nancy will be successful in anything she undertakes—yes, Nancy? Public Relations Committee—’46 47 World Affairs Club—’47 At ten after eight Siddie can be seen whizzing along Wayzata boulevard in her biegc Studebaker, oft-times a Dixie cup of coffee in one hand. But Sidney arrives on time—only to plunge into the thousand confusing details connected with being our Vice President in charge of school procedure. Despite heavy school work and many League duties, Sid manages to maintain an interesting, if mysterious, extracurricular life! Many seniors try (in vain) to copy Sid’s newest and most stunning dress style or her newly discovered perfume. She will always be remembered for her wonderful housepartics and all night openhouses. Sid is planning to go to Pembroke next fall, and we know that she will be appreciated as much as she has been at Northrop. Junior Dramatic Club—’44 Varsity Hockey Team— 45, ’46 Varsity Basketball—’45 World Affairs Club—’47 Assistant Treasurer of League—‘45 Treasurer of League—'A6 Vice President in charge of School Procedure— 47 P zaiziAA of Qo-mia.'f, Attlac-tiost . . . 7 0 SesUosi Roam n The Senior Class assembles, and the day has just begun. Cardie shouts, Who dealt this mess? Well, bid for love of John!” Peggy’s with Miss Spurr again—planning something new. Merilyn’s reading Rabelais and finds it just too, too. Ross is counting money, but her mind is in the sky, While Lizzy sings contentedly, I’ll love him ’till 1 die.” Gcggic chews her sandwich as she trumps her partner’s ace. And Cynthia wonders about her mail as she gazes into space. Chilton looks out the window as she calmly bids a slam While Carol, her partner, giggles, They’re going to set us, Sam.” Dode’s out in the parking lot—polishing her brand new car. Joan gives her opinion based on Jun-i-or Bazaar.” Crosby’s drawing horses as she struggles with her French, And a certain Ralph keeps haunting a certain Nancy Wrench. Lea silently muses about her wonderful weekend dates. But Barb interrupts her solitude— You should’ve come to Fait’s.” Diane responds with gleaming eyes, A night I’ll n’er forget!” Doodle’s laughter shakes the walls—Marge is cracking jokes, we bet. Suzanne recites Italian, It’s really handy, you know!” And Campbell reviews her Spanish speech—wondering how it’ll go. Georgia bellows, Birdseed, Poo, your quotation is not too rude! But Mary Lou hears nothing, her mind’s on sailboats, love and food. Ruth's cramming for a history test—why? We do not know. Lokcy shouts above us all, Boy, English is barJ today! Caroline attempts to explain it, but her thoughts are far away. Paula, in a day-dream, is wondering what to lead. So Judy—pointing to her heart—does her partner a good deed. The girls are praising Pat and Jean for the invites” that they sent. Marion comforts Sidney, Don’t worry, they’ll repent.” Sid asks someone to stay to help with Study Hall, Then Mimi screams, I’d like to stay, but my car has crashed the wall.” B. C. shrieks There goes the bell! —and off to class we run! The Seniors have assembled, and the day has now begun. CAROLINE EVENSEN. 43 Front: B. Ha inner, B. Gray, H. Hewitt, S. Bro� , J. Nation, Cv Cleveland, G. Rice, M. Rand, M. Ladd, M. Gamble, S. Ginning . B. Barber, J. Hiatt, C. Cole. Back: B. Regan, P. Donovan, M. Tuttle, J. Ronning, J. Clifford, M. Gibbi, H. Wmton, M. Brown. J. Sivcrling, L. Barry, L. Jamieson, K. Harper, J. Robertion, S. Swan, N. Long, J. Foween. Abitnt: M. Bennett, A. Gray, H. Sutton, S. Warner. fjuniosib Scenario: Setting: Lower Slobbovian Section, League Study Hall. Any time except lunch time. Cast: Martha Brown, president; Elizabeth Ann Barry, secretary-treasurer; Miss Pease, and assorted Juniors. Story: The Junior class has finally pulled through one more session at ye olde grinde.” They began the year with a bang when, on November 27, the chapel was the location for a mob scene, sponsored by the Juniors and laughingly called the Junior Dance. As admission for this affair, many innocent victims paid the class some of their hard earned money with the result that the Juniors were able to give the Community Chest ninety dollars of hard-earned gold. This, however, did not satisfy the class, and they went on to greater feats. Juniors were active on all committees this year, with the possible exception of the Pick up your Study Hall society, and the graceful forms of the more rugged class members were strewn about the athletic field throughout the sporting seasons. Helen Hewitt, Kay Harper, and Helen Winton bravely defended their classmates on the League Council, and Miss Pease proved a wonderful Junior adviser. The climax of the Junior year was the annual Junior-Senior prom, given by the Juniors this year on June 7, after which these little caterpillars will emerge as full Hedged Seniors . . . they hope! Gruesome thought, isn’t it? 46 First Row: C. Skcllctt. B. Finch, E. Britko, M. Duff, B. Parker. Second Rou: A. Boot, B. Damon, A. Hudson, H. Burton, E. Sutton, E. Cleveland, J. Archambo, D. Sparboe. birJ Row: D. Witt, M. Hindi, J. Fullerton, P. Rand, N. Nelson, M. Zicrold, M. MeGandy, J. Strieker, C. Coleman, C. Guid inger. Absent: E. Bennett, E. Bidwcll, A. Croiby, E. Goodrich, M. Rice. So-pAamoAed. Scenario: Setting: League Study Hall, promised land for sophomores. Cast: Hazel Burton, president; Carla Skellet, secretary-treasurer; production addressee, Miss Hale. Story: The year started with the choosing of yellow as a class color which reflected the cheerfulness of the class. Soon after that the mighty sophomores” proved their prowess by winning the field hockey tournament again. (They had won it last year as freshmen). As their project for the Community Chest and N.C.S. Welfare Fund, the sophomores gave a style show and food sale. These were a huge success. Due to luxury” prices the proceeds were two hundred dollars. As usual during the second semester certain sophomores were entrusted with the supervision of League Study Hall. The class was well represented in both Glee Club and Dramatic Club. Tenth graders also faithfully manned the bookroom. Following the Northrop tradition the sophomores gave a picnic for the seniors on May 14 adding another memory of good times together at Northrop. Completing a busy and successful school year, the tenth grade was responsible for the beautiful decorations in the chapel on Commencement day. 47 Front Row: L. Hclfclfingtr, A. Sirvcrtton, M. MacMilljn, H. Dayton, O. Cam, C. Thomn, E. Barrows, A. Tuttle. Second Row: R. Nelson, M. Hcfllctingcr, N. Wiegand, M. Sieverttcn, J. Dietz, M. Mitchell, H. Repp. Third Row: C. Kelly, J. Boos, H. Kingman, A. Middtebrook, J. Page, J. Seng, S. Murphy, C. Chardon, C. VX urtle. Beck Row: G. Greenly, J. Moore, E. Aurand, E. Vclie, M. Riley, K. Buckland, M. Morse, K. Gamble. M. Molan, A. Newhart, J. Koch rich, S. Gallagher. Scenario: Setting: The Freshman Study Hall with Mrs. B. at the desk and the rest of the class occupying the seats. Cast: E. Aurand, class president; A. Newhart, secretary-treasurer; M. Molan and K. Gamble, council representatives. Story: These frustrated freshmen across from the Senior Room loudly lament the laughs, vic-trolas, and frantic bids of the famed senior bridge games. This last resulted in the transformation, after lunch, of the Study Hall to a bridge club. Another idea of the seniors followed closely is the participation of grade nine in all the school sports. Dayton, Kelley, Velie for the Blue and Buckland, Murphy, and MacMillan all White, proved this at the year’s varsity hockey game. The climax of this school year for grade nine came at the time of their class project. A play rapidly whipped into shape, a food sale frantically planned, and a miraculous publicity campaign, all helped make it a huge success. During the basketball season, Murphy and Kelley again brought honor to their grade. Soon after spring vacation, the baseball season started and the whole grade happily but reluctantly made the last basket and then reached for the bat and ball. Their story ended happily as the girls bid a final goodbye to the study hall and their freshman year. Front: D. Dickey, M. Jolintton, H. Archambo, H. Brot, E. Seed, N. Wi'oodard, M. Hudson, M. Within, M. Dayton, M. Farnand, J. Howard, C Wedum, M. I’jttcrvm. Bdtk: C. VanFotten, N. Osborne, K. Andrews, A. Silverton, C . Carroll, S. Smith, S. DesRochcrs, S. Stahr, M. Beard, A. MacDougalL Scenario: £i j,litlt Cjtade Setting: Anywhere in Northrop School. Anytime from 8:2 5 to 3:45. Cast: Margie Dayton, president; Carla Carroll, secretary-treasurer; and numerous extras. Miss Blodgett, director. Story: The eighth grade feels that it stepped into a trap on September 19 when they encountered Latin for the first time! As an added attraction was algebra, another new venture in their lives. On the fourth of March they packed the auditorium for a murder mystery. The l.ait Entry, and packed their treasury by a food sale which followed the movie. There were no leftovers. With the help of the class library. Grade VIII have become great readers. Their library contains 175 books, many being mystery and dog stories, brought by members of the class. On February 14, Valentine’s Day, the class had a bang-up party. The seniors enjoyed two quarts of ice cream on the eighth grade.” Between cleaning desks, paying fines for gum, and enlivening table talk with talcs of dancing school and parties, the eighth grade have had a good year—although they hate to admit it! 49 S juJinx: J, Engle, R. Dickey, M. Tinker, J. Campbell, B. Osborne, P. MacMillan, S. Jalfray, J. Paine, S- Brockman. SrtonJ Row: M. Carron, P. McCabe, 1.. Murray, J. Pratt, N. Atwater, L. I.angtom, P. McGough. J. Carlson. front Ron : P. Maslow, S. Good, S. McCarthy, B. Eckcnbcck, J. Cleveland, A. Warner, R. Head. Abitnt: H. Case. Seventh Quade Scenario: Setting: Northrop School in the seventh grade room, and outside the Senior Room door. Cast: Entire seventh grade featuring Barbara Dickey, president; and Patty Maslon, secretary-treasurer. Director: Mrs. McClemcnt. Story: The seventh grade had a busy life this year. With parties and dancing school being annoy- ingly interrupted by studies, it was enough to tire anyone out. Early in the fall the entire cast was honored at a picnic given by Senior Sponsors. Although the weather was unusual,” production was not. held up, and the food and fun were supercolossal. In November the stupendous drama, Marco Polo,” was finally released, having been under production by the Junior Guild Players ever since they were sixth graders. It was a smash hit. The Christmas sequence was busy with a drive for toys for the Family and Children's Welfare Association, and showed seventh graders in a tangle of Christmas wrappings as they prepared toys to go under the tree. The handsome white mittens worn by each and every member of the seventh grade were Christmas gifts presented by the seniors at a party given on location. The Madison Square Garden Show paled beside the talented, tempestuous and celebrated canines of the seventh grade Dog Show. It has been a year of outstanding productions with glittering stars and with dynamic directors and producers. 50 Front Row: C. Brown, R. Hcffelfingcr, 1. Gipson, II. Gage, S. Lampcri. Cenfrr: S. Hollcrn, J. Merchant, C. Calhoun, L. Nash, Z. Warner, G. Boos, A. Manser, I.. Modgman, S. Newton, A. Dodge. Ruck: K. Barrows, R. Bennett, M. Beardsley, K. Kennedy, C. Crosby, J. Patterson, M. Rogers, J. Stern, E. Moocrs. Scenario: Biailt Setting: Room 7, except during lunch and chapel. Cast: Mrs. Chambcrlainc and twenty-four sixth graders. Story: The sixth grade held open house displaying their work at the first P.T.A. meeting of the year. The parents could see the work of each pupil arranged on her desk. At Christmas time this group collected toys as part of the seventh grade project of collecting gifts for needy children. They have also been active in Junior Red Cross and in the Community Chest drive. Among other activities sixth grade girls have assisted at the patriotic services in chapel on Thursdays, and they have served on the Library Committee, sorting book cards, mending books, and shelving them. The class gives promise of being future champions in sports at Northrop, for they have already won over the seventh grade playing newcomc, and they are ardent baseball fans. They have also demonstrated theatrical talent in presenting two very good plays, Heidi and The Sentimental Scarecrow. The sixth grade have had a very busy and eventful year including the study of the three ”R’s” with the stress on reading. They are looking forward to next year when they will become a class in the upper school and when they will change to different uniforms. Qtiade 51 SeiteJ: F. Grief, R. Ciron, M. Mullin. C. Newman. K. Bolande. StdtiJiHK: L. Hart, P. Phillips S. Hiatt, J. Ebin, J. Sprague, J. Ehrcnbcrg, J. Morgan, C. Turner. fytftlt Qtade Scenario: Setting: Ring five. Lower School Circus. Continuous, Monday through Friday. Cast: Miss Marzolf, director; assorted kinds and sizes of fifth graders. Story: The fifth grade began a busy year with an exhibit of 'fashionable felt work,” made by the budding artists of the class. Undaunted by the work of giving one exhibit, the class followed through with another deluxe display, this time in behalf of racial and religions tolerance. The advent of winter brought the skating rink, and throughout the, skating season fifth graders were usually among the prostrate forms sprawled on the ice. Winter also brought Christmas, and this year the class made place cards and place mats for the children at Glen Lake Sanatorium. A further interest in public welfare was awakened later in the year when one of the class visited at Hull House in Chicago during spring vacation, and Miss Keggerrics, who has lived at Hull House, told the class of her experiences in the work there. But the fifth grade arc not quite as angelic as all this may seem. They have evinced a love for the more rugged things of life too, such as baseball and ice cream. Study sessions and play periods have also had their place in the lives of the fifth graders. All in all, it has been fun! 52 Front Row: M. Warden, M. Bankc, S. Redmond, L. Andrew . J. Ritchie, C. dc Lain re. Second Row : B. Norris, B. Andrea . J. Samuclton, J. Lcwin, J. Gricst, P. Gibb , P. Gage, J. Shevlin. Absent: S. Sandy, S. Sandberg, J. Lowry. tfo-uitlt Scenario: Setting: The Sunny Side of the School. Cast: Miss Miller and little maids in blue.” Story: The fourth grade � ook a Trip Around the World” in the social studies class while studying their geography books. They a; • now ecijuaintcd with many foreign countries and have even seen a movie about the Eskimos. In their science class they had an adventure which led them to the Museum of Natural History in St. Pau£lfti£}ien rhejr � .e back in their English class, they wrote stories and original poems about the animals they had seen. The class was lucky in having among them many girls gifted in art, and their skill is seen in their drawings of spring flowers and in their finger painting. When the Shrine Circus was in town, the fourth grade was inspired to draw circus posters of clowns. Other members of the class dramatized Polly Patchwork,” a little play, for their class project. During the year students gave several talent shows for each other. In music class they listened to an album which narrates the story of Hanzel and Grctel,” and another which represents its actions by the use of different musical instruments. Grade four began and ended the year with energy enough and to spare.” 53 First Row: M. Langsom, J. McCaull. Second Row: E. I-ight. H. Gracf, S. Li , E. Graham, B. Goodman. Third Row: L. Didgc, J. Wilton, B. Crosby, L. Samuclton, C. Funk. L. Ncibitt. Absent: S. Onan. Second and Ui id Qtadei Scenario: Setting: Lower hall, three doors down. Cast: A few leads, a few characters, and bit parts with Miss Thompson directing. Story: The second and third grades have been under great physical strain and great mental strain and generally up against hardships this year. They began arithmetic, which was a hard enough blow without adding science and advanced reading as well. Another hardship was this sitting still all day and being quiet; but being grown-up third graders and being so near the office, what else was there to do? And this wasn’t all. For three days every week they had to sit on those hard little chairs in the very front of chapel. Oh, for those joyous years when we can sit in those big chairs!” sigh the second and third graders. But there have been many lighter moments filled with fascinating activities and projects and with all the excitement of growing up. They say they have really had lots of fun and are looking forward to next year when they are sure life will be less hard.” 54 Left to right: J. Campbell, J. Onan, K. MulHn, L. Andrew , W. Paflord, A. Ribnick. B. Pence, S. K C tade and Kindeiaa iten trout: G. Ovcrholt, K. Liptchultz. B. Melamed, C. Levine. Center: S. Benz. P. Plant. P. Chisholm, A. Light. Bjck: M. Barrows, N. Cook, A. Stephenson, L. Stein. Absent: S. Dodge, M. Miller, P. Plass. P'iQ-ductio-n Schedule Srpt. I9—lgJ blue serge uniform arrived at a delayed opening of school. Sfp . 20—Lower tchool plus a new kindergarten toddle back. Or . 10—Old Girl ' Party for the New—bigger and better than ever. .Voi 25—Tenth Grade benefit food talc and «tylc thow give mama good idea for Christmas prevent . Nov. 26—Young act retie � how their talent in the Junior Guild play, “Marco Polo. Nor. 27—Junior Clatt tet the pace for the tocial tea ton by their tucccttful benefit dance for Community Fund. Dec. 10—O.P.A. lift ceiling from goodie at Ninth Grade Bazaar. life. 19—Traditional Chrittma pageant give u all the Yulctidc tpirit. Drc. 20-fan. 7—School i abandoned for two week a we all go home to plum pudding, mittlctoc and holly. aw. 16—At the Senior Community Fund project, daughter undergo terrific humiliation when defeated in volleyball by their father after our Dad had made ui hysterical with their drama, Northrop in 1957. aw. 27«50—Blue book bring blue look ! ftb. 7—Valentine Day i a good excuse for the highlight of the social calendar—the League Dance! Feb. 12—Mi Wallace in� pire an attentive audience with her talk on world unity—a fitting theme for Lincoln’s Birthday. March 1— Fellah ” from Ice Gipadct demonstrate badminton to a swooning audience. March 4—Mis Spurr announces winners in art contest a N.C.S. talent show up in local art thow. Mdrch 4—Eighth Grade benefit movie thriller acted and produced by certain N.C.S. parent prove rollicking entertainment! March II—School applaud two wonderful play presented by Junior Dramatic club. March 27-April t—Spring it sprung and so arc the gate —vacation for a week! April It—Old tie between N.C.S. and Summit are renewed at N.C.S. show up Summit in basketball games! April 21-26— Aht and Oh sound through auditorium as we listen to the trouble of Emily and Cornelia in the Senior Dramatic Club play, Our Heart Were Young and Gay. May 2—Voice ring out at the Glee Club Concert. May 7—Woof, woof— dog day —compliments of seventh grade. May 1-9—Mr . Tifft’s ttudents arc heard in two afternoon concert . May II—The Chardont pretent a cell concert—a source of delight to music lover and a boon to the scholarship fund. May 14—The rest of ut gloomily eat shepherds pie while the senior and sophomore picnic on the campus! May 16, 19, 20—Finals! No?! But yc� ! Two week early. May 22—Bicept are butted at Playday sponsored by the Faculty! May 21-24—It may have been the late” Christopher Bean, but it was a new note in joint adventure in dramatic for Blake and Northrop! May 21—Annual P.T.A. tea for the Senior . lane 9—League Day—meaning the beginning of the end, fine 10—Senior make their final bow to N.C-S.!! � � ■ II—Delegate (lucky one ) leave for the Lake Forest Conference. 58 P ladtuctio-n Mattachment Management of all productions at N.C.S. studios” is in the capable hands of the League Council, governing body of the Northrop League. President Peggy DesRochers co-ordinated the work of the committees that were under the management of the vice presidents, and production schedules were followed efficiently. Directives and suggestions, technical problems, film” editing, make-up,” and costumes” were supervised by the Council, resulting in a finished production. Peggy DesRochers ____________ Sidney Young ....... ....... Mary Lou Tuttle Georgia Beaverson Joanne Molan Kathryn Harper—Helen Hewitt Molly Duff____________________ LEAGUE OFFICERS ___________________________________ President Vice President in Charge of School Procedure Vice President in Charge of Public Relations Vice President in Charge of Publications Vice President in Charge of Athletics - -- Co-Treasurers ____________________________________ Secretary 59 Finl Row: P. Sktllct. M. Owen, P. DctRochcrt, J. Ncilvon, B. Sutton. J. Archambo, H. Burton, K. Harper, E. Btdwcll. Second Row: C. F.vcmcn, 1.. Jen-.cn, M. Bennett, J. Clifford, C. Skcllct, M. Rice, N. Nclton, B. Tritko, J. Kobertvin, M. Tuttle. Third Rom: B. l.ec, E. Lehman, M. Gibbt, M. Zicruld, J. Leek, J. Dairy tuple, M. Crotby, G. Beaverton, J. Fullerton, M. Brown, R. Harper. Musical SoosieA, The Glee Club Concert on May 2nd broke all boxoffice records, in fact they even gave a command performance for the residents of the Jones Harrison Home. Such numbers as Deep Purple.” Snow, and Arcadett’s Avc Maria” drew a very appreciative audience. Florence Eggleston and Marion Morse were accompanists and each played solo numbers. The work of the Glee Club shows a maturity of technique as a result of the direction and training given by Miss Space. The musical scores will end when the Glee Club makes its final appearance at Commencement. 60 (iok-Office. Jiiti The 1946-47 season was colorful and eventful for the Dramatic Club. No one connected with the two one-acti will cease to remember the difficulties of finding a time to present them (to say nothing of rehearsal time), the difficulties of finding sound effects, costumes, and props (such as the black and white tablecloth in Aria da Capo). Nevertheless, Suzanne Sessions, Mcrilyn Hutchinson, and Jean Leek in When The Whirlwind Blous created real and interesting characters, and Charlotte Cleveland. Judy Ronning, Molly Duff, Joan Dalrymple, and Nancy Nelson in Aria da Capo played their parts with humor and pathos. The entire Junior Guild wondered whether moppit Maslon as Marco Polo would suf-ficatc when she hid in the basket on the deck of their ship.” The Junior Dramatic Club managed to give two one-acts in the midst of a mump” epidemic which threatened to annihilate the cast and crew. The most outstanding moments, however, arc probably connected with the major productions of the year. With a cast including boys from the University, Blake and Brcck, Our Hearts Were Young and Cay is memorable for the extraordinary unity of cast and crews, for frantic worries about the fahe proscenium, for lightning swift changes of costumes (which in their day must have required many hours to don), for broken ladders, and lost safety pockets. The Blake Dramatic Club, with whom we joined in The Late Cbristop xr Bean, was probably as intrigued as we were to see how Mr. Jones achieved the central staging in our auditorium. This year, in spite of minor trials, was successful, instructive and fun. The members of the Dramatic Club wish to express sincere gratitude to Miss Cram for her high standards of perfection and for her comradeship as well as for her excellent direction. 1947 Releases: Our Hearts Were Younv and Gay, The Late Christopher Bean, Ario da Capo, Wlien tlx Whirlwind Blows, (Senior Dramatic Club); Two Crooks and a Lady, The Pot-Boiler, (Junior Dramatic Club); Messieur Marco Polo (Junior Guild). QUuiitmaA Pageant After an interval in which the traditional Nativity scenes were omitted from our Christmas pageant, it was decided that something of the Christmas spirit had been lost. Under the enthusiastic direction of Miss Cram and Miss Space the traditional program was revived this year. On the afternoon of December 19 the performance was started by the processional of the Senior Choir singing Silent Night,” the leaders carrying candles. This year the four soloists were Martha Brown singing In Excclsis Deo,” Joan Dalrymple, Peggy DesRochcrs, and Ruth Harper singing Wc Three Kings of Orient Are.” During the program the Junior Choir sang one selection, The First Noel.” The purpose of the narrators was to interpret the Biblical scenes, which were given in tableau, concerning the birth of the Christ Child. The exultant Joy to the World” sung by the entire school closed the pageant. The final tableau of the Nativity performed by the Senior Class was one of the most beautiful events of the Christmas season. NATIVITY TABLEAU Mary Paula Skellet Joseph Betty Ross Angel............................-..................................... Lea Mann Kings Miriam Harrison. Joanne Molan, Sally Campbell Shepherds Mary Chilton, Mary Cardie, Cynthia Knoblauch, Sidney Young, Mary Lou Tuttle Narrators----------------------------------- Caroline Evtnsen, Margaret Crosby fallen. feoasiA Editor-in-Chicf— Georgia Beaverson Associate Editors— Marguerite Tuttle Helen Vi'inton Business Manager— Mcrilyn Hutchinson Assistant Business Manager— Caroline Cole Senior Editor— Jean Geggie Assistant— Suzanne Sessions Snap-shot Editor— Carol Skoglund Assistant— Cynthia Knoblauch tyilm dUtin j, Stall SljitJinx: P. Case, M. Beard, H. Archambo, E. Goodrich, M. Mo-lan, J. Barker, M. Gamble. SejtrJ: E. Cleveland, J. Hiatt, J. Ronning, P. Skcllet. SfLadlcajic Hockey Class Champions—Sophomores. Varsity Champions—White—1 to 0—November 4 Volleyball Class Champions—Juniors. Varsity Champions—Blue—36 to 27—December 13 Basketball Class Champions—Seniors. Varsity Champions—White—20 to 12 Ping-Pong Junior High Champion—Elizabeth Velic, Senior High Champion—Marjorie Gibbs Waltz me around again, Willy! Say! Skating parties aren't for posing! Faculty version of crack-the-whip” 65 Aoadewu , Awa idlr 194-6 TRUSTEES’ AWARD Ann Cosgrove Suzanne I;ait WELLS COLLEGE AWARD highest academic honors Mary Stilson SMITH COLLEGE AWARD highest French honors Mary Stilson WELLESLEY COLLEGE AWARD highest English honors Ann Cosgrove Mary Stilson VASSAR COLLEGE AWARD highest social studies honors Ann Cosgrove SpAi+Uf Sa+uj. Jane skipped along the sidewalk, swinging her briefcase at her side and humming a little tunc to a poem she was making up. Music is like steps of gold That mount up to the sky, Liquid notes of pearl and fire That soar above and never die. Pearl and fire! That was what she felt like—pearl, and fire—and gold. Everything was gold on this beautiful spring day—the first crocuses pushing their way above the ground, and the new milky green buds on the trees, and the birds, back from the south, carolling out their songs on the April air. It was a perfect day, the best day in the world, and in a little while she would reach the end of the block, and turn the corner, and there would be the Music Conservatory. This thought sent tingling shivers of excitement up and down her back, because the Music Conservatory meant piano lessons—and Mr. Morgan. Mr. Morgan was the most wonderful man Jane knew; nobody could be as wonderful as Mr. Morgan, nobody could be as handsome or as talented, or as interesting. She sang her poem over again to herself, and fell deep into a dream about music and Mr. Morgan. The poem was really for him; she made up all her poems for him, and she practised her music lessons faithfully for him, too. In fact, practically everything she did was for Mr. Morgan. She wanted him to understand that the weekly hour spent in his presence was not just a music lesson but The Supreme Moment, for which she lived in hidden joy from one Tuesday to the next. More than anything else she wished to matter to him, to become a part of his life, and she secretly envisioned herself as his most beloved student, led by him through a series of brilliant musical successes. Mr. Morgan didn’t know this yet; Mr. Morgan didn’t know that he had a gifted protege whose brilliant future on the concert stage he was assuring. In fact, he had no idea at all of how important she was to him, or he to her. But Jane knew, and she was determined that he should know, too. In her vivid imaginings, Jane had invented all sorts of schemes by which to impress Mr. Morgan—things to say and things to do that would make him sec how different she was, and how special. Something always happened to her careful plans, though; they were never right, and he never understood her. But today was an extraordinary kind of day, and she had an extraordinary idea. Over and over again she had gone through it in her mind, and now she knew just what she was going to say. Turning the corner, Jane felt the pounding of her heart and the shakiness of her knees that always happened before she saw Mr. Morgan. The heavy door of the Conservatory was propped open to admit the soft, warm breeze of spring, and as Jane stepped through into the long corridor, she grew suddenly nervous and a little frightened. Walking down the corridor was always unpleasant, but this was such a particular music lesson that the familiar feeling of suspense was more terrible than usual. Her footsteps clacking on the tiled floor sounded empty and hollow, and the sense of loneliness this gave was enhanced by a strange, faint odor of old books and furniture polish in the air. At the door of Mr. Morgan’s studio, she paused, caught her breath, and waited for a long minute before going in. Good afternoon, Jane. How are you today?” Jane swallowed hard and replied, Oh, I’m just fine, thanks, Mr. Morgan—and how’rc you? Fine, thank you, Jane. Lovely day today, isn’t it? Now then, if you’ll start with your scales, please, and then the Beethoven Rondo.” Mr. Morgan turned his back to the room, and stood looking out the window at the spring morning swimming in sunshine. Motes of dust danced in the light which streamed through the glass, flooding the room with brightness. Several minutes passed, and there was no sound from the piano. With a faint twinge of apprehension, he wheeled around. Now, Jane! Let’s begin.” Jane stood motionless beside the bench, her hands clasped behind her back, staring 68 at him intensely with large, round eyes. The sun brushed across the top of her head, catching the gold in her auburn braids, but casting a shadow across her set face. Mr. Morgan flinched. Oh Lord, he thought, Oh Lord, she’s not going to start this again! What would you do if 1 died?”shc said. What? Jane! What are you talking about?” Tense, immobile, Jane stared at him fixedly and repeated in a tight voice, What would you do if 1 died?” What do you mean—if you died?” Leaning against the window-frame, he forced himself to remain relaxed, while his mind raced to seek a graceful way of avoiding a new entanglement with this difficult child. I mean—if 1 got sick or something—if maybe a car hit me and my mother called up and said I wasn’t ever coming anymore for lessons again, would you—well, I was just wondering . . Jane was beginning to wither beneath the cool and penetrating gaze of Mr. Morgan. Seized with an agony of embarrassment, she blurted out this last speech in a tumble of words while hot waves of shame surged through and through her. Mr. Morgan regarded her quietly for a minute, unsure of how to proceed. Finally, he said a bit brusquely, Jane, I’m not here to teach you acting, you know—I’m a music teacher, and I'd appreciate it if you’d save the dramatics for a more appropriate place.” Oh, Mr. Morgan—you don’t understand! It’s not being dramatic—I can’t explain it, really, but it’s not, really—oh golly, T don’t know!” All the joy had been wrung from her like water from a cloth that has been suddenly squeezed. An awful feeling of numbness slipped over her as she realized it was all going wrong again. Jane,” said Mr. Morgan slowly, You enjoy studying music, don’t you? Her only answer was a frantic nod. Very well. Let’s confine these lesson periods to music, then. We’re wasting my time and yours. If you’ll sit down and go through your pieces for me without any more scenes—fine. But you’re getting too big for this sort of thing, and if it continues, I can’t see that lessons can be much of a success. Do you understand me?” Uh—hunh.” She felt herself slipping deeper into a situation from which she could not extricate herself. The only escape left was a burst of hysterics. Now, Jane! Listen to me—this has to stop! We’re wasting my time and yours. Please collect yourself.” Miserably swallowed in a morass of confusion, Jane wanted to run, she wanted to flee, but she was paralyzed, her feet glued to the floor. It seemed as though the friendly sunshine had turned to a spotlight, fixed full on her, with a thousand hostile faces staring through the glare. Mr. Morgan silently handed her his handkerchief, and again walked to the window. Wearily tapping his fingers against the windowsill, he regarded the bright panorama outside and wished that he might be one of the passers-by on the street—far removed from this painful and disagreeable episode. Jane’s musical gift was undoubted, she was certainly the most promising pupil he had ever had, but her behavior was impossible and he could cope with it no longer. There remained but one thing to do—he must call her mother next day and tell her that another teacher would be better for Jane. All right, are you ready? Begin with scales, please.” Jane slid stiffly onto the piano bench and began to play a C major scale with wooden, lifeless fingers. The day had lost its beauty, and the happiness which she had felt only a half hour before was replaced by sickness at the pit of the stomach. Broken fragments of a poem echoed in her head, and slow tears welling in her eyes fell softly down her checks to the yellow-stained ivory of the keyboard. Music ... is like steps . . . steps, mounting steps, mounting steps—soaring— mounting—dying.” SUZANNE SESSIONS, XII First prize for prose. 69 odcuf, Tomorrow fleets on winged feet Across the distant hill; She often blinds the keenest ones And turns the strongest will. She laughs and sings to men at work And beckons them away. But when they try to draw her close. They only find Today. Yesterday’s a summer breeze That drifts beside the streams; It wafts along remembrances And long-forgotten dreams. It whispers to the toiling men And begs them to delay. But when they try to draw it close. It leaves them but Today. Today” stands gaunt, but tall and straight— The conqueror of all time. He's here! He’s now! He’s centuries old. Yet always in his prime. He calls aloud in booming voice For men to leave their play. And when at last they draw him close. They find he is Today.” PEGGY DES ROCHERS, XII First prize for poetry. Q+t cA-osii l — Ob Ojjjj I am grievously afraid that I will never make a horseman, horsewoman, or even a horse. I make this statement only after a long and painful experience of having had horses ground into my mind, and, on several occasions, into my face and shins. Therefore, I feel highly qualified to state that horses and I arc not in any way compatible. My dislike for horse-flesh began, I think, when 1 was two years old. My mother, hoping to find some sort of excuse for her daughter’s excessively bowed legs, seized eagerly at her first opportunity to try me out on a horse. In this case opportunity knocked at our door in the form of one of those traveling photographers who come complete with shiny camera and sweating pony. Mother was overjoyed. I wish I could say the same for me and for the pony, but such, unfortunately, was not the ease. The poor animal w'as apprehensive from the first of his master’s futile attempts to hoist a large portion of child onto his long-suffering back, and showed his gentle disapproval by biting, kicking, and other such mild measures. Naturally, under these trying conditions, taking a printable photograph proved a little difficult, but somehow the photographer managed a few snapshots before I fell on my head. The results later were mailed to us from what the photographer deemed a safe distance, and proved rather interesting. I was, in the picture, just going under the horse for the third time, I think, and the animal wore a hatefully triumphant expression. We recalled our last view of the cameraman and his pet—two unlovely and retreating rears accompanied by mutters of. Darndest thing T ever saw . . . Golden Boy always likes children . . . funny!” This only served to discredit my mother’s cherished belief that I was a child, but horses and I were not seen around together until about five years later. 70 By that time, I was an unathlctic child of seven, who had already been expelled twice from our neighborhood soccer team and was a leading member of the retarded squad in school gym classes. I was certainly not a promising candidate for our local saddle and bridle club, but my undaunted mother decided to expose me once again to the lure of unsuspecting horse-flesh. She heard of a riding class for younger children, to be conducted at a local stable, and on one fatal Saturday afternoon she coaxed me from my paper dolls and deposited me. in my innocence, in the fell clutches of the riding academy. Immediately on our arrival at the stable I was assigned” a horse named Dynamite,” one of their gentler beasts. As 1 stood dubiously behind mother in the stable yard, Dynamite came stamping from his underground den, pawing the ground and snorting fire. I, being a simple child, was a little frightened at the sight, but mother was delighted. She rushed over to the beast and greeted him in some sort of horse language, unintelligible to me. Dynamite seemed quite pleased to see her, answering all her queries in a very friendly manner. It was all so intimate that 1 was overwhelmed, and, thinking that they wished to be alone, began to walk silently away. 1 was arrested by a firm hand which seized me by the collar and deposited me high in the air in the middle of Dynamite’s broad back. Mother chucked at the horse; the horse chucked at mother; and I was off—off the horse’s back, that is. The hospital wasn’t at all bad, either; the nurses were lovely. Since that time, I have had several more bouts with horses, and they with me. 1 well remember the horse I rode” at summer camp, for he was truly gentle. He dropped dead while I was mounted on his sagging back, but for some minutes I was unaware of this sad fact. I also recall the sickening crunch of my spinal column against a brick w-all when I had a slight difference of opinion with a strange horse whose stall I was attempting to clean as part of my camp duties. The camp infirmary compared very favorably with the hospital at home. Yesterday, I made a new acquaintance. She and I chatted very pleasantly until she asked my native state. I replied, Connecticut.” She innocently remarked, Oh, Connecticut! They have the most wonderful horses in Connecticut! I just love horses, don’t you?” An involuntary shudder ran through me. Inventing a frail excuse, T fled from my new friend. Love horses, indeed! Heat the steamed salmon, mother, I think the cat is hungry JEAN HIATT, XI Second prize for prose. Old Bell and the Maxell o-jj Jime On the morning of Halloween, 1946, old Bill walked desolately toward his tiny, hole-in-the-wall barber shop on the corner of 5Oth and Bryant. His head was lowered, and he stared at the sidewalk as though he were examining each of its small squares. His glasses had slipped down his nose. His old grey coat flapped in the wind. Traffic buzzed by. But old Bill seemed to be ignorant of all that was going on around him. As he neared his shop, he kept his face averted, and not once did he glance across the street. He tried to pretend that there was nothing there—no drug store, no bakery, no grocery store, and especially, no shiny new chromium-trimmed shop called Modern Barbers Inc.” He did not need to open his eyes or turn his head to sec the great silvery clock shining through the grand plate glass window. That clock reminded neighbors inside and out that minutes were valuable, and that the Modern Barbers Inc. could get the men and women off to work on time. Get out of my way, Gramps!” It was thirteen-year-old Carley Jones, the neighborhood pest, brushing by Bill on his bicycle—nearly knocking him over. Carley laughed loudly as Bill weakly shook his fist at the boy— Oh, you—you keep your shirt on!” he called back. 71 Carley was a regular customer for the simple reason that Modern Barbers wouldn’t let him in the shop after he and his gang, Pete, Phil, and Kim, had thrown spit-balls all over the floor on the day of the Grand Opening. Modern Barbers did not know how to handle the boys. Old Bill had been handling them for years. Bill’s thoughts of Carley and his crowd reminded him that he must lock up tight tonight, for it was Halloween. There were no customers waiting for him when he opened up the shop. In the old days, for about twenty-three years, to be exact. Bill had had to open up the shop at 7:30 a. m. Now, it really didn’t matter what time he came to work. On Saturdays, of course, it was different. Mothers always brought their children to Bill. When Bill gave them hair-cuts, he took plenty of time—talking and playing with them; hence, the mothers had time to shop. Bill opened his door softly, and a feeling of contentment swept over him. How he loved this shop—its small swinging door that never seemed to completely shut; all his magazines, dated four weeks back, strewn around; his little radio which was always turned on but impossible to hear; and his one and only barber’s chair that was situated right in the center of the room. He walked across the shop and placed his worn-out hat on the top edge of the mirror. Then he bent over to pick up his little square clock that sat on the lloor in the left-hand corner—almost completely out of sight. It was part of Bill’s daily procedure to wind this peculiar clock even though it would be of no use. It would always be ten minutes slow or eight minutes fast, because it had been this way for years, and Bill was the only one who knew the secret of its composition. The first customer was Wheeler Bryan. Hey, Bill—I got a psychology class in exactly twenty minutes ’way over at the ’U’—soup it up, will you? 1 forgot to shave, and I’m meeting my girl for lunch.” Bill grinned, and in slow and easy movements, began to sharpen his razor. This was the time he usually carried on a conversation— What do you think about the new Mayor? Hear he’s got some good ideas about----- But now he said nothing. People did not have time to talk any more,” it seemed. How’s business?” Wheeler asked. Business?” Bill pondered a minute, shrugged his shoulders, smiled his slow smile, and said, Some days good—some days bad. Bill wasn’t asking for sympathy. Look, Bill, why don't you fix this place up a little—you can’t expect to keep your customers if—’’ But Bill slapped lather over Wheeler’s face—managing to get a small blob of it around his mouth. He had a wild desire to fill up that young, silly mouth with the white, beautiful lather. No one could understand that old Bill could no more change his shop or his ways than he could change the way his nose was formed—kind of flat at the bridge so the glasses always slipped down. Mr. Winton, the banker, stormed in. Bill, my conference can’t wait, and there’s a line over across”—he stopped, embarrassed, not wanting to rub it in about the shop across the street. Good old dependable Bill,” he said, you’ll get me in.” Bill nodded, and in his slow and easy manner, began to get things ready. Even Mr. Taney, the tailor, who used to spend an hour over a shave, asked Bill to hurry— Twenty suits to press,” he said. Hurry, Bill, plcccc?” Bill sighed heavily as Carley Jones pushed his bicycle against the front window. The barber reached under a cupboard brought down a large bowl of hard candy, and put it on a table. He used to hide the candy, and pass it out one piece at a time. One day, he had caught Carley stealing it, so he put the whole bowl on the table. Take all you want, he said. You don’t have to steal—just ask for things.” Carley had seemed embarrassed. I don’t want the old stuff,” he said and laughing, tipped the bowl upside down. Bill had laughed, too, pretending that it didn’t matter, and after that, every time he came in, Carley would tip over the candy, and they would both laugh. Bill felt sorry for the boy, having no mother; just an old, deaf aunt—cross as they come. Carlcy’s father was never at home. Hi ya, Bill!” Carley banged into the shop walked directly toward the candy bowl and dumped it over. They both laughed. Better put a load o’ that on your doorstep tonight, Bill,” Carley said, swinging around in circles in the barber’s chair. The old battle-axe at my house says I can’t come 72 home until I have my hair cut. For once I'm gonna do what she says, cuz I’m gonna have a big night. You be good tonight, Carlcy, Bill said worriedly. Oh, sure. I won’t kill more than two cops! I mean it, Carlcy. Oh, pipe down. Halloween only comes once a year ya know.” Last year you kids got this neighborhood all written up in the papers—pushing that car off the parkway cliff, Bill said. Yeah, we did, didn’t we?” Carlcy looked pleased. People who live around here didn’t like it one bit. That’s too bad. It’s bad for business. I’m gonna cry real hard Carley said sarcastically. He hopped down from the barber’s chair grabbed his coat and hat, and walked out. It was twelve o’clock that night when Bill heard the police whistles and all the noise at the corner. He dressed as quickly as he could, but by the time he got over to his shop most of the crowd had gone. Two policemen were on duty. What happened?” Bill asked. Take a look,” one cop answered. He flashed his light across the street, steadied it on Modern Barbers Inc. The plate glass window was gone—smashed all over the street. The street had been roped off. Bill walked over as far as he could. He looked into the Modern Barbers shop. He could scarcely breathe. Inside, it was sparkling white and clean. Comfortable leather chairs for customers. New magazines. And on the floor, the great shiny clock—unbroken. ticked on. We’re looking for the little devil who smashed the window—a red-headed kid— we’re going to search all the shops. He'll go to Reform School for this! the cop declared. Bill opened the door to his shop. And there on the table was the bowl of candy— upside down. He heard a faint movement. He saw the door to his big cupboard draw slowly closed. Carlcy had hidden there before. Guess no one’s here. said the cop. Bill started to speak, but no words came. Carley deserved to be punished. What should he do? Then the cop was gone. Bill looked at the back door which he had forgotten to lock. Then, he glared at the cupboard. Carley, you come out here, he whispered. I didn't mean to break the whole window, Carley said in frightened voice. I just meant to dent it a little.” They’ll get you, Carlcy—they’ll hunt ’till they find you. Now you listen to me and do as I say.” That was how it happened that young Carley Jones gave himself up—not to the police, but to the Modern Barbers Inc. 'Til see that his father pays the damages,” old Bill said if you won’t turn him over to the police. They’ll put him in Reform School—he’s not a bad boy.” Okay, the owner said, but it’s because of business. I'll put him in your care. If he makes another mistake. I’ll tell the police about this.” Carley’s father shook old Bill’s hand I’ll never forget this. Bill—never— And just then he said, How about an appointment for a haircut tomorrow? Bill nodded, Sure. Any time.” He went into his shop and again locked the door. He looked around. He kept seeing those smart, leather chairs in the shop across the street, the pale blue walls, the magnificent clock. He looked at his own little, square clock resting in the corner. He walked across the room, picked up this peculiar clock, shined it with his elbow, walked over to the window, and put the clock on the table in front of it. He took another glance around his shop. Perhaps a little paint would help, Bill thought. CAROLINE EVENSEN, Xir Second prize for prose. Mtid (laicuf, My name is Bunny Rolay, Miss Rolay to you. If you happened to walk into the day nursery, you would take me for just another wooden doll, but perhaps if you knew my story, you would think differently. I was made by Antonio I.ippctto, an old Italian toy maker who came to England on a big boat with a lot of other Italians, not to mention Germans, Japanese, French, and Czechoslovakians. Mr. Lippetto made me and other toys to sell. Mr. Lippetto was a very poor man. One day a big fat man with stiffly waxed mustaches came to Mr. Lippetto and told him to leave his shop at once since Mr. Lippetto owed him two pounds, three shillings, and tu’ pence rent.” So Mr. Lippetto had to go to another building. In the general rush of moving, I was thrown into a corner and forgotten. The next owner of the shop, who was a very clean woman, threw me on to the garbage heap. The ideal There I lay, soiled and very unhappy. All of a sudden along came a big, black Scottic dog. He grabbed me up and ran. When he was in the shelter of some bushes, he started to chew me! Then a lady came along. She saw me and stopped. Why, what a strange doll!” she exclaimed. It must be hand carved! She took me away from the dog. She put me into her shopping bag. It was, to say the least, very queer. I was wedged in on top of a package of Heimer’s Piglet Sausages between a head of lettuce and a loaf of bread. It was quite uncomfortable. When she got home, she washed off all the paint on my face and painted me again. Ah, she sighed, blue eyes, I think. But I had brown!” I cried. She didn’t hear me. She changed my whole face! She re-dressed me! Really, T didn’t know myself when I glanced in the mirror! Then I was put into a basket, and from the bumps and jolts I take it T was in a carriage. Anyway, when I was taken out, I was pur in a doll show. T was placed above a sign One Pound. A sweet little girl stopped outside. She saw me. Please, Papa,” she cried, I want that one. So I was bought. The little girl, her name was Anne, was nice to me, and I at last was able to settle down in peace after many adventures. PAULA PHILLIPS, V First prize, junior group. QltAidio xlteA, and the feutejlasi Blast you old buzzard, cawed Christopher, the parrot who lived in Mr. Bottom-sons’ bird shop. Mr. Bottomsons was noted for the fine birds in his shop. Many people came to buy birds at his shop, and he made lots of money. Mr. Bottomsons was always telling Christopher not to use inch language, for Christopher was always picking up bad language. One day Mr. Bottomsons went to visit his rich uncle and left all the birds alone. Christopher entertained the birds by cawing his best and loudest. Everybody in Green-wish Village knew that Mr. Bottomsons was away. That night when everything was still, and the night was black as pitch, and the moon was full, Christopher heard something. It was picking at the lock. Tf Christopher could think, this is what he would have thought: It’s Mr. Bottom-sons and he can’t get the door open. When he opens the door I shall start to caw and that will scare him. That will be jolly! When the door was opened, Christopher started to screech and screech as loudly as he could. Help! Murder! Police! O.k. We have you surrounded. We will give you ten seconds and if you don’t give yourself up, we will start shooting. Peanuts, popcorn, nuts, balloons. The person who was outside was not Mr. Bottomsons. It was a burglar. The burglar had heard that Mr. Bottomsons was very rich and had many rare 74 birds. When Christopher started to screech, he thought it was the police and didn’t hear the part about the food, and he ran away. The next morning Mr. Bottomsons came home and wondered how the door came to be opened. Christopher had saved the cash box, but he didn't know it, and he is still to this day wondering why Mr. Bottomsons didn’t come in. JANE EBIN, V First prize, junior group. £luixQj04APi Long shadows lying across a dead past Like shadows cast by the setting sun across the dead grass. Daylight and darkness only attenuating the weary symmetry. Of lives filled with relics of lost illusions. Infinitely Remembering with burning shame a small inconsequential crime; Little nagging, irritating things that mark the passing time. Long shadows lying across a dead past Like shadows cast by the setting sun across the dead grass. Moping, sighing, despairing, falling to decay. Forgetting life’s alternative, the chances in Today. MARJORIE OWEN, XII Second place for poetry. On the shore of Lake Superior Sat a boy so sad and lonely. Dreaming of the days forgotten. Of the days when Hiawatha With the lovely Minnehaha, In the wigwam of Nokomis, Dwelt beside the big-sea water. Then to him came sounds of music. Sounds from in the tree above him: Looking up he saw a robin. Saw the robin, the Opeehce, Heard from him a talc of wonder; Heard a talc of youth in splendor, Of a youth so brave and handsome, How he ventured from his wigwam. Ventured forth to seek his fortune. Maybe by some deed of danger. Warned his parents Do not leave us,” You arc but a lad so youthful! But this lad called Soan-ge-taha, Heeded not his parents’ warning. Started forward on his journey With his trusty bow and arrow, To the lands beyond the forest, 75 Beyond the forest where in childhood Soan-ge-taha used to wander. Soon he came upon a village, Where there was to be a contest I ’or the young braves of the village, Each to try his skill at hunting. As he watched them shoot their arrows, Shoot their arrows straight and steady, How he longed to shoot his arrows— Longed to pull his heavy bowstring. Then to him there came an old man, Told him then to try his arrows. So then Soan-gc-taha tried it, Shot with joy his trusty arrows. Split the center of his target. Through the forest rang the voices, Voices of the shouting warriors. Who is this who splits our target? He who shows such skill at hunting? He shall be our chief and leader.” Then upon young Soan-ge-taha There was placed a crown of feathers, Such a crown to do him honor For the swiftness of his arrow. For the many years that followed, Soan-ge-taha’s life was happy. Til one day there came a warrior From the tribe beyond the forest, Bringing news of glad rejoicing. That the daughter of their leader Was to wed a handsome warrior. All the warriors were invited. When the sun was up next morning. Off they all went to the feasting, All except their chief and leader, All except old Soan-ge-taha. He who found no joy in feasting, Found no joy in wedding dances. By the lake he sat and pondered Thinking of the little wigwam Where in youth he was so joyous, When upon him crept a cobra. Deadliest of forest creatures. Shot him with his fangs of poison, And so died, the bravest warrior, Died the fearless Soan-ge-taha. And the warriors on returning Saw the body of their leader. Made a grave for him in reverence; Honored him with beads and treasures. 76 And the birds through all the forest Mourned the death of the brave leader. Suddenly the vision faded. And the boy woke from his dreaming; Gone were all the mourning w-arriors, Gone was all the Indian village. But before him was the water, Was the shining Lake Superior. And the robin ceased his singing. Flew away from in the trcctop. Dusk was falling on the water. From its caverns in the southeast. Rose the moon in shining glory. To his wigwam went the young lad, But his heart was singing in him. And the secret he kept always Was the vision of Soan-ge-taha. SUSAN DES ROCHERS, VIII Second prize, junior group. NaiA L jj a City Let us examine a city to see wherein its heart lies. Wishing to take the pulse” I listen for its various sounds. 1 turn off the lights, and in the darkness the noises become a part of me ... a rhythmic beating, clanging, clashing. Everyone is moving quickly, hurrying home from work; they do not lag along lazily as in a country town, but step swiftly, their heels clicking on the pavement, changing suddenly to a ringing as they pass over a grating on the sidewalk. There arc no pleasant greetings, no leisurely enjoyment of life . . . everyone is in a hurry! Those who have just come to town are bewildered, but soon they will become infected by the brisk hustle, too. Running steps mount the stairs to apartments—its so good to get home. The traffic moves slowly in long streams. Someone is impatient and leans on his horn. Another toots back, then the bell rings, and the stop light changes. The traffic moves on. A siren is heard; brakes squeal, then all is still waiting to let a fire-truck pass; the shrill siren rises to a crescendo, falls, then rises again as the heavy truck thunders by, the huge motor humming loudly. As it passes, the automobiles move into action; the impersonal city moves on about its business (not pausing to wonder, as a small town would, about disaster). A streetcar jangles along the tracks, then hisses to a stop. The heavy doors roll back and a buzzing crowd surges forth. Then, the door closing, it rattles on its way, the trolley snapping with sparks each time it meets a junction in the wire. Honking taxis, self-important on their errands, whip past indignant cars. Newsboys garble headlines in a boisterous sales talk. Later on, the streets will be nearly deserted; the large intcrurban vans will lumber slowly along their paths through the city. The city is never silent. As the bustle of commerce stops in evening, and shopkeepers turn the key in the door, the nocturnal sounds begin. Restaurants open for business; a barker chants of the sights in a penny-arcade, his rhythm matching that of a gay tunc heard from some unknown source within. Through an open door the clink of .glasses, a buzz of mixed conversation and music, now a burst of laughter are heard. The theaters come alive and the milling crowd seems fluid under the lights of the marquee. These arc the sounds of a city . . . any city in this, our twentieth century, where man’s eternal struggle for existence, for happiness must go on unrelentingly. LOUISE JAMIESON, XI Honorable mention. 77 P ialo fue When Autumn turns the world to gold and red, Blue skies are topped with whippcd-crcam clouds o’er head. When senses, quickened by the keen, cold air. Awaken human thoughts from daily care To turn them to a technicolor art— Exhibits rare of Mother Nature’s heart, When fires, and smell of burning leaves, and smoke Arc plentiful as Autumn drops her cloak Of glory, animals begin to store Provisions for the winter’s cold once more. When birds begin to sense approaching cold. And fly straight south, by instinct I am told, Then diverse people harken to the call Five—six—seven—hike!”—American football. So let me tell you what I saw one day While watching Minnesota football play. A woman, middle-aged, beside me sat. She was well-dressed, though her new coat and hat In latest style did not become her well; Some pretty furs around her shoulders fell. She wore a tired smile, for housework’s chores Were hard. She hoped escape from them outdoors. Her knowledge of the game she watched was slight— Clipping, safety—she knew not which was right. She found that conversation with her friend Was much more gratifying in the end. In front, so close that I could hardly see Between, a ’teen-age couple sat. To me It seemed that they might just as well have stayed At home, and saved the money he had paid. Her long blond hair was curled, her lipstick bright, Her coat and bow and mittens all just right. Her sparkling eyes and smile were just for him; Her interest in the game was rather slim. He had a silver bracelet on his arm; ’Twas plain to see he’d fallen for her charm. He wore a sweater ’ncath his brown wool coat; His problem was to which he should devote Attention—to the girl or to the game. He knew it well, for ’twas there he won his fame. And by me every short while walked a man Whose actions—typically American— Betrayed his tastes which were, as once was said, More often in his mouth than in his head. The popcorn, hamburgers, and ice cold pop Which he consumed. Til wager, even topped The champion in the gourmet class. He wore A jacket which could not conceal the store House for his meals. His ready, joking grin Displayed a sense of humor not worn thin. Beside me sat enthusiastic fans, Two connoisseurs of every football plan. They followed every play with deepest thought, 78 And after every play they knew what ought To have been done, and if it was or not. They understood each trick and every plot. The one, I judge, had in his younger days Oft been the star, and won from all high praise; The other, older and a bit more wise, Had been the coach, and for his team devised The winning plays, for each here found a friend, A match with whom through football maze to wend. To each one here, his reason docs belong— His truthful cause for entering this throng. So next time you attend a football game, Just look around and guess why each one came. BARBARA BARBER. XI Honorable mention. JUe Mad Qlta iacten. 9 dtaae ue i Met The most unforgettable character I’ve ever met was a man named Bill, who worked at the stables where I used to ride. He was an old man with no family and very little money. Yet he never seemed to tire of laughing and joking with everyone who came by. Sometimes we were impatient because he was slow getting our horses ready, but Bill always said, You must always take time to make everyone happy, even your horse.” Bill just loved to talk, and if there was no one around to whom he could talk, he would talk to the horses, which he loved best next to his radio. He had a way with horses and other animals, too. I guess they sensed his kindness and gentleness. One day when I came to the stables, a new man was there. I asked him where Bill was, and he said that he had just suddenly left, without a word to anyone. We never saw Bill again, but 1 know that wherever he is he is making things brighter for the people around him. Bill’s philosophy of happiness was what made him such an unforgettable character to me. SUSAN DES ROCHERS. VIII Honorable mention. baCfA Dachshund, Cocker. Scottie, and Spitz, An Airdalc know has the name of Fritz. They run and they play and they talk things over. The leader is usually a Collie named Rover. Dogs, like people, laugh and smile. But have no worries about custom and style; The life they lead with ears all floppy, I sometimes wish that I could copy. LUCY MURRAY, VII Honorable mention. 79 (leA.pxw.'iibilitif, Shaking the water from his boots, Neil preceded his guest into the cabin. He crossed to the stove and hung his soaked jacket on the rack above it and returned to the door to bolt it against the howling wind outside. Only then did he light the kerosene lamp on the table. All this time the other was left standing by the door in semidarkness, unable to distinguish anything save the outline of the windows, and waves dashing against the rocks outside. When the lamp was lighted, since his host seemed to ignore him completely, he crossed the room to divest himself of his outer garments, although the ones beneath were revealed as equally wet. Say, have you got anything 1 might put on? These clothes are soaked through, and they’re plenty cold. His only answer was the exit of his host from the room. Not wishing to appear offended, since he was in no position to be demanding, he remarked Well, I’ll probably dry out soon anyway. I’m afraid I’m dripping rather a lot on your floor though,” he added, to fill in the ensuing silence. His host re-entered the room. Put these on,” the guest was commanded, as some dry clothes were thrust upon him. Oh, thanks a lot . . . Well, since it seems we are going to be together for a while, we may as well become friends. I think friends arc wonderful, don't you? Though of course I don’t suppose you have many in such a God-forsaken country. My name is George—George M. Wellington 111. My father is George M. Wellington of the Wellington, Wellington, Arnold Co. in Chicago. Stocks and bonds, you know. Wonderful business! Wonderful opportunities and all that you know—although I don’t suppose you do know much about stock markets up here.” He paused to pull a sweater over his head and noticed his host was preparing coffee. Say, I certainly would love some coffee. It would just hit the spot. Wonderful! Yes, very wonderful!” His companion poured him a cup in silence. Well, I’m certainly indebted to you for pulling me out of the lake. They told me at the resort down on Crane Lake f should be careful about the load I took, but I never thought on these big lakes they would rent you such flimsy canoes. And of course I couldn't leave any of my things behind. Why, what if I left my camera equipment and couldn’t take any pictures back to college! Why, I’d be the laughing stock if I couldn’t show everyone the big fish I’ll tell them about and the bears and moose—and don’t you have wolves sometimes around here? As it is, when 1 tipped over out there, the only thing T did save was my photographic material. The fool canoe was blown away while I was making sure of my camera, and I couldn't catch it. I was in a spot! Now I guess you’ll have to take me to where I’m to meet my father. He’ll pay you well, of course. ... Or maybe you could sell me your canoe and the supplies I need. But I lost my maps. Do you know how to get to Lac la Croix? You have to go up Namakan River and—’’ Yes, I know how to get there.” The curt reply and the accompanying look of scorn and contempt from his host were enough to silence even George. For the first time since Neil had heard the cries for help from the black, rough water in front of the cabin a short hour ago, Neil had a moment to realize all that he had become involved in. Here was this tourist, typical of hundreds he had seen, except that this one had somehow become Neil’s own responsibility. Responsibility—the very thing he had always hated and had always avoided. His hatred for responsibility to human beings and human society had driven him to the secluded safety of the border country. Here he had been responsible to no one but himself and responsible for no one but himself. Now he had this perfect stranger on his hands. And yet he could not very well throw him out in the middle of the night. And even in the morning, he could not have him swim the twenty odd miles back to civilization. Then, too, the tourist—George, he said his name was, didn’t he?—had offered him money to take him to Lac la Croix. By the look of him, he would pay well, too—certainly much more than Neil could earn by fishing. Money! What did he want with money? Fie was happy living as he had been. And then he remembered. He had just received some letters the other day from his family up in Little 80 Pine Palls. One, from his brother, had told him that his mother was worried because Neil was not earning as much money as she thought he should earn. She was afraid he might become lazy and good-for-nothing, and not have any money saved up for an emergency or for his old age. The other letter was from his mother, herself, telling how successful his brother was in managing his mining camp. He was becoming more prosperous every day, and was raising such a nice family. Why wasn’t Neil more like his brother? Why didn’t Neil earn money to support her, now she was old, as his brother did, and raise a family so she could have more grandchildren? Well, as to a family, Neil would leave all that up to his brother, but he did feel that perhaps it was only fair for him to help support his mother. Fishing would never bring enough money for him to furnish an adequate amount, but guiding was different. Eight dollars a day was no paltry sum, even to a mine owner. All right, he would take this George M. Wellington III to George M. Wellington 11 and show everyone that he could live in this country he loved and still earn money good enough for anyone. They set out the next day, in spite of the wind which was still blowing from the northwest. It was found that with careful loading, skillful handling, and intelligent use of lee shores, a canoe could easily be kept upright in the rather rough water. This particular summer was ominously dry. There had been little or no rainfall for some time, and as a result, the trees and underbrush were desiccated, the small streams were drying up, and the water level of the lakes was sinking several inches below normal. The parched forests were vulnerable to the tiniest spark, carelessly forgotten and left to wreak destruction in the form of forest fires. All summer there had been fires everywhere, destroying thousands of dollars worth of timberland. Neil had noticed the illumination of one reflected in the sky to the north the night before, but the glow had been very faint, and as he had been busy, he had not thought very much about it. However, as dusk was falling that first night, he noticed the reflection of the fire had grown amazingly. With the wind in the direction it was, he knew there was not a great deal of danger, but if the wind should shift to the west, Neil would have to alter their course considerably. Before making camp that evening, therefore, he very carefully spent time studying the sky. According to all signs, this wind was a three-day nor’wester, but after the third day, the day after tomorrow, it was unpredictable. George was most impatient at being kept waiting while Neil perused the weather. Oh, come and pull up the canoe. Neil. I can’t stand here holding it. I want to get a picture of that sunset before the colors fade. After all. I’m paying you to do the work, and I’m not going to break my back hanging on to this dumb canoe for you.” Neil sensed, that night, that George was very uneasy about the fire, and he felt sorry for him. George was trying to cover up this uneasiness, but his conversation was never very far from the subject of the fire. He questioned Neil in great detail about fires in general and this one in particular. He lay awake most of the night, although Neil was unaware of this sleeplessness because Neil knew he must make the most of the opportunity for sleeping, in case the wind did shift later. Neil had planned on an early start the next morning, but George, who had finally gone to sleep about dawn, refused to get up. Neil had no faculty for handling people, and so it took him some time to persuade George that it was necessary to continue on their way as soon as possible. He did not tell him of the possibility of danger, because he felt the could never handle such a man as George if the latter became openly afraid. Neil had no desire to disturb the pose each of them had assumed. George’s idea was to convince Neil that George M. Wellington III was a very important, intelligent fellow. Neil, on his part, was unaccustomed to admitting anyone into his thoughts and. therefore, was reserved and held himself apart. To Neil, human relationships were tolerable only when appearances were preserved. Therefore, he had no intention of letting George admit he was afraid or of admitting himself that there was any danger. And so, throughout the day, there was difficulty between them, with George perverse and unhappy, Neil firm and tactless. That evening at sundown, the wind dropped. They pitched camp, but Neil was very careful to see that everything was arranged so that camp could be struck at an instant’s notice. That night the glow in the west was not caused by the setting sun alone, for the fire had reached far greater proportions and now filled the sky with billowing clouds of smoke, colored a brilliant red by the 81 unseen fire below. The air was hazy, oppressive, and impregnated with the pungent smell of wood smoke. George was exhausted as a result of his sleepless night and his trying day, with Neil harassing him continually, and so he soon lay down to try to go to sleep. Neil settled himself outside the tent. He slept very lightly that night and was constantly alert for the slightest change in the weather. He did not know how far the night had advanced when he was awakened suddenly. He sat up to listen. The trees were beginning to toss and. even on the river, whitccaps were disturbing the dark surface of the water. A strong wind was coming up. It had risen with the moon, no doubt, for a big orange ball, appearing in the eastern sky, lit the river and the tree tops around him. Not only was the wind increasing, but also, it was veering to the west—so’west, exactly the direction from which the fire would come roaring down upon them. Neil was not alarmed. He had planned for this eventuality, and now he set about executing his plan. Unfortunately, he at once met opposition. George would not comply with any of Neil’s ideas. Neil insisted upon sinking all the supplies, with the canoe, in a quiet, but deep, backwash of the river and then heading overland to Red Horse, a lake big enough to afford them protection, regardless of the size of the fire. George, however, at first would not or could not be awakened. Furthermore, when Neil finally succeeded in arousing him with a pail of cold water, he was not so sleepy that he could not raise every vehement and wild objection possible. Finally, in desperation, Neil explained the whole situation and George, terrified, hindered their escape even more than before. He refused to leave behind his camera and camera equipment, of which he had enough to photograph every inch of the forest. He clung tenaciously to these things as though they were a last bond, linking him to his world—the world which this madman was forcing him to leave in the middle of the night. Eventually they were ready to start out. It was an extremely arduous route they were compelled to travel, since the old lumber road they followed had become choked with underbrush to such an extent that even Neil had difficulty keeping to the remnant of the path. They spent the rest of the night climbing over fallen trees, twisting around dead stumps, and crawling through thick underbrush, all the while watching the smoke through the moonlight over their heads. Occasionally, they would reach a clearing from which they could sec enough of the sky to descry the reflection of the flames. At times, if they paused for breath, as George insisted upon doing far more often than Neil felt they should, they could hear the roar of the fire. Toward dawn, the roar had become so loud that they could hear it even above the crash of the underbrush as they made their way through the forest. They did not progress as fast as Neil had anticipated. George was not dressed for such difficult cross-country travel, and his clothes kept catching and tearing on everything. He finally agreed to Neil’s carrying his camera, but even then, he retarded their progress tremendously. He was tired to the point of exhaustion; he was almost hysterical with fear; he was broken in spirit since he had lost all semblances of pride and self-respect, and as a result, he allowed himself to become completely dependent upon Neil. However, they were coming to more open ground. This ground had been burned over some time before, and so it was clear enough to see for some distance around. The country was made up of little hills with occasional depressions between. In the spring these gullies were filled with water, but now they seemed as dry as the surrounding hills. When they reached this open territory, the way was easier, and George insisted upon carrying his camera again. In the course of the night, Neil had successfully prevailed upon him to forsake the other equipment, but he clung jealously to this last possession. Now Neil was able to watch the fire, but the roar was so loud that he could hear nothing of George’s alternate pleading, cursing and sobbing. The heat of the fire was by now almost unbearable. Great clouds of smoke would rise into the air and then burst into a great mass of flaming fire. Each time a cloud would explode near them, George became more panic-stricken. His endeavors to hasten only retarded their progress. They had just passed a particularly deep depression and had climbed the hill beyond when Neil saw the fire drive out in front of them as though a great flaming comet had suddenly dropped from the sky. They were completely cut off from the lake; they were too late! 82 Neil was not afraid; he was too busy planning a subsequent course of action. He turned to look back at George to catch his reaction and saw that he had not noticed the fire. George was engrossed in the task of crossing one of the hollows. He was being greatly retarded, because he was knee deep in the thick moss which completely filled the gully. Then the idea occurred to Neil. Of course, the moss! He ran down the hill to George. Here, help me with this,” he yelled above the sound of the flames as he began to lay back the moss. What do you think you’re doing down there?” George screamed. We have to make the lake, curse you, you fool!” George’s voice was almost hysterical. Neil never paused in his work, and soon he had dug two holes in the moss, down to the oozing mud beneath. A gesture toward the fire sufficed to explain to George the desperate straits they were in. He was too stunned to actively protest until Neil told him to climb into one of the holes. What! You mean in all that slime! It’s horrible. How can T breathe? Why, I’d never recover!” It would take you longer to recover if the fire messed you up,” was the only consolation he received. It’s cold! 1 can’t stand it! I’ll catch my death in there. You can’t make me do it! I won’t make you. That’s better persuasion than anything I could think of,” Neil gestured toward the fire. He was extremely tired of George’s complaining, and his nerves were on edge. He practically forced George, camera and all, into the hole, covered him up with the thick, damp moss, and crawled into his own hole, gathering the entire wet, soggy heap over him. The moss was easy to breathe through, and they found it easier to talk with the roar of the fire somewhat deadened. Neil calculated that the fire should come over any minute, but for some reason it did not come immediately. Probably an adverse gust of wind swept it back for a moment,” he was thinking, when he heard George’s voice. I can’t stand this cold. I’d rather burn first than freeze to death and be cooked afterward. Pm getting out of here. I don’t care about you or anybody.” The old controversy which Neil had been fighting back, suddenly broke upon him again. Why should he give a darn about anybody else? Let the fool be killed! It wasn’t any of Neil’s business. Then he remembered that he had taken on a responsibility. He couldn’t just let a man die when it was his business to get that man to safety. His mother, his brother—everyone would be right—he was no good if, when the going got rough, he backed out and failed to do his utmost to bring about a successful conclusion. . . . Everything would be all right if only they would stay where they were for a short time. For God’s sake, stay where you 3re, George. You have got to lie still, or you’ll be burned horribly.” The fire suddenly swept over them, and Neil could hear nothing above the tremendous roar. He had no idea what was happening only two feet away, but with the fire passing over, he was helpless. He buried his head deeper into the water trickling through the moss. Sense of time left him; he had no idea how long he lay there, his mind unable to function coherently, only a jumble of thoughts whirling in his head . . . responsibility . . . tourist . . . camera ... a man’s life. . . . And then the fire had passed. The roar subsided, and Neil began to crawl from his place of safety. The cold, however, had made him somewhat numb, and he found it rather difficult to stand. Nevertheless, when he did manage to do so. he stumbled over the burned ground to George’s hole. He saw there nothing but the hollow, and a pile of burned moss beside it. A short distance beyond, something bright, reflecting the sun, caught his attention. He stooped down to pick it up, but it was too hot to touch. It was a piece of broken glass, surrounded by a shapeless, scorched lump of plastic. It had been the lens of a camera. JUDY BARKER. XII Honorable mention. 83 Vatusie'i, Mood Su eA.tia+1 There is a small lake down below our house which has two entirely different aspects. Our lake lies low between wooded hills. Its shape is like the club of the caveman—long, and narrower at one end than at the other. In the center of the little lake lies an island. It is long and narrow, also, yet it is almost wide enough to stop up the two closest edges of the lake. The position of the island seems to divide the lake into two parts. From close observation 1 have found these tsvo divided parts to be very different from each other. The smaller one is more guarded by steep wooded slopes and hills, which are so close that they seem as if they will fall into the water at any moment. The other end is not quite so protected. The outstanding thing about this lake is that the life and atmosphere is entirely different at each end. Let me explain their differences. The smallest end gives the impression of seclusion —of a remote world lost in itself. There is little water here, for the greater part of this end of the lake is a swamp. The only water visible is a little pond in the center of the swamp. The plant growth is so profuse that from a distance the little hollow looks like a meadow surrounded by slanting walls of trees on hillsides. This place is ever changing. Tn the spring the hollow is noisy with animal life. The blackbirds arc the first to come, and their bwrcc bwrcc” or blunt Mchwik chwik” is the sign for life to awaken in the swamp hollow. Soon the first lonely frog croak is heard, but as the days pass, more of them join in till the whole day and night is filled with the continual droning of frogs. They have so many types of voices. There are the high voices which peep incessantly, the middle tones which croak most of the time, and the bullfrogs, who brrump” so loud and disagreeably, that their croak must come from their very stomachs. The bullfrog usually has a friend across the swamp who always echoes his croak. When I go down to the edge of the swamp, I can see eyes peering at me just above the surface of the water, between the cat-tail stalks. I feel very uncomfortable under their discriminating gaze. One lonely bittern inhabits the swamp. For days he will be silent, then unexpectedly he will let out his ''unglunk, unglunk,” which gives him his nickname of the thunderpump. On the edge of the tiny pond in the center a muskrat builds his summer home. Travelling through the water looking for material, he looks like a piece of dead wood floating with some destination in mind. As the weather becomes warmer the noisy calling from the swamp disappears. Summer comes on and the life of the swamp becomes orderly and quiet. The hot sun streaming down causes a damp humidity to shimmer in the air. Occasionally a frog, as if by mistake, will break the oppressive air with a weak, disheartened croak. The blackbirds arc silent and busy with their new families, but the plants and flowers give the swamp the life and vitality that the animals gave it before. By early summer the elderberry bushes have blossomed and encircled the swamp. Then white blossoms make the swamp look like a fairy ring, framed by the delicate fuzzy green of the budding trees. In middle summer the swamp becomes purple with blue vervain. On sunny days the pond in the center appears to be a blue mirror plunked down in the middle of the purple mass. By late summer the swamp changes once again to the yellow of the goldcnrod. Swiftly the dragon flies dart through the hazy yellow with their nettling, clipping buzz. I could sit for hours and watch that swamp. Now, this other part of the lake is different. It is a more silent and ponderous place, yet it is more open to the world. Its waters are clear all the way up to the shores where the green grasses bend over the edge to look at their reflection in the water. On the shore opposite the island a group of weeping willows stand with branches of pale green hanging down like ladies with their hair combed over their faces. Gentle hills lie at that end of the lake and slowly rise upward till they are steep hills at the swamp end. There arc trees everywhere going down to the water’s edge. The wide blue of the small lake is always brushed by tiny squalls of wind making patterns of ripples everywhere. The wide open sky gives a sense of freedom which the swamp does not have. The only water dwellers of this part of the lake are the ducks. The beautiful white and black bufllchcads come early in spring. They sit placidly in the middle of the lake with their mates, occasionally ducking under water for food. The wood ducks come later and glide around the water’s edge or perch upon dead bushes. The noise-makers arc the mallards and the 84 bluc-wingcd teal who swoop down from the sky, skim the water, leaving a furrow of foam with their tails, and light dramatically upon the water. The mallards glide importantly in groups across the water leaving thin V” shaped lines streaming out behind them. These two parts of the lake appeal to me at different times. When I’m on a walk and I find myself strolling towards the large end of the lake, it is because I’m in a thoughtful mood and I want to have an atmosphere of spaciousness and expansion so that my thoughts will come freely. But, if my mind is free, I may feel eager and inquisitive, and 1 will turn toward the swamp to watch and look for new things there. PAULA SKELLET, Xir Honorable mention. tyositutiGite Mistake Get out of dis house dis very minute, you good fo’ nut’ing hound!” shouted Pansy. Pansy was the colored cook who worked for the James family, and the good fo’ nut’ing hound was a dog named Bump. Bump was the James’ dog. Bump couldn’t understand why Pansy was so angry. All he had done was knock over a few bottles he had seen on a shelf. Bump was the size of a pony and could easily reach the shelf. Bump should never have been in the house in the first place, and Pansy’s angry shout reminded him of that, so he ran for his life. Out of the door went Bump. Slam went the door. Poor Bump was out in the cold without anything to do. Just then he saw a man coming around the house. Bump thought the man was Mr. James. He had just been out two minutes, but oh, how he wanted to get in! Of course Mr. James would let him in. In fact Bump was so glad to sec Mr. James, he immediately pounced on him. But the man wasn’t Mr. James. The man was so frightened that he yelled for help. Pansy came rushing out the door. She immediately recognized the man as the escaped convict the police were looking for. You stay right der while ah go call dc policemen,” said Pansy, and she was gone. But Bump had no intention of getting up even if Pansy had told him to. He was having a jolly time playing with the man’s necktie. If things hadn’t happened so fast, T could tell you more, but the next thing I, or Bump, knew. Bump was in the house with a big bone in front of him. Bump never knew how fortunate his mistake was. SUZANNE HIATT, V Honorable mention. The train with jerking and screeching stopped. The glasses clinked in the diner. Jeremy regarded the bill-of-fare On the so-called fast stream-liner. Let’s see, some potatoes and lima beans, Some muffins and thick lamb chop; Some apple pic and Waldorf salach— Watch out or the soup will slop! The meal was finished, his stomach was full. He had cleaned his plate with a will. 85 The waiter in white swayed down the aisle To lay before him the bill. Gosh! the bill was a dollar-eight, He had but a dollar nine. His mother had given him just enough— Or so she thought—to dine. His meal he could pay for with one penny left. But the waiter he must tip. He counted his money again and again To make sure he had not made a slip. The waiter aware of the boy’s dilemma Looked at the bill and said, The meal was not a dollar-eight, But ninety cents instead.” The boy was relieved, the waiter smiled, For he knew he had saved the pride Of a little boy not more than eight, On his very first train ride. CONSTANCE WURTELE. LX Honorable mention. 7tiatvikitian Q iam the Aetteid, oakIV (in illuminated” form) Aeneas, a smooth B.T.O. from Troy, cracked up on Dido’s beach. She had her eye on him for a long time, and finally hooked him. But when Mercury told him to put it in gear out of there, he decided to fluff her off, and get out quick like a bunny before she knew- anything about it. Dido got wind of his plan via the grapevine, blew her top, and squelched him with these words: You sure thought you could hush it so you could take the air under cover, didn’t you, you rat, and do such dirt as to beat it secretly. Doesn’t either our gruesome twosome, or your promise, or that 1 may get knocked off stop you from pulling out? You even had to go so far as to stack up a fleet in winter and hit the road with the North wind on your tail like a schnook. If you weren’t shoving off anew, and if your old homestead were still kicking, then would you pull a fast one on me by moving out when the ocean’s raging like crazy? Are you trying to get away from me, big boy? BARBARA BARBER, XI Honorable mention. 86 QaadH jbeed Benny wasa a little clock and he lived in old Mr. Brown's clock shop. There were all kinds of clocks there, big clocks, little clocks, baby clocks, grandfather clocks, cuckoo clocks, banjo clocks, and every kind of clock imaginable. Mr. Brown lived in the back of the little shop on Main Street. Every hour on the hour all the clocks would chime, ring, or whistle, or birds would pop out and say, Cuckoo, cuckoo. Now Benny was a very ordinary clock. He was a dull color of brown and jingled only a little on the hour. Not many people were interested in buying Benny, and now he was getting old and didn't always ring when he was supposed to. What a dull life 1 lead! But wait here comes someone now. If I can only hear what they arc saying . . Benny was hidden back in a corner and he could hardly move! I want a large, painted clock, said the lady. I’ll see what 1 have, replied Mr. Brown. Thank you. When Benny heard this, his spirits dropped. At closing time Mr. Brown came over to Benny’s shelf. Well, here arc some clocks that just don’t seem to sell very fast. I guess I'll just have to throw them aw-ay. At that remark Benny’s spirits dropped even more. So he took one last glance around the dusty old room. The floor covered with shavings, the smell of paint and clock grease, shelves of broken clocks waiting to be fixed, and new clocks waiting to be sold. The city dump was a large place, and it was there that Benny landed. As he was looking around, he overheard two old bottles. Well,” said one, Is he ever old and broken down! Boy, I’ll say so, said the other. He looks old enough to be Big Ben’s grandfather! When Benny heard this, he sadly wiped the tears out of his eyes and set forth in the world. Now the world is very big and Benny didn't get very far before dark. In an alley he spent his first night abroad. For days he traveled, and yet he encountered no new adventure, save for being kicked around a little and seeing a little different sight every day. In time he even crossed the great ocean. One day he came to a great city where cabs were honking, people were yelling, busses roaring, and dogs barking. Around a high tower was a gathering crowd. Benny went over to see what was going on. First time it’s ever happened, he heard one say. And it’s so beautiful, too,” said another. It’s such a shame! If we could only get the parts. Too bad Big Ben has to stop. We have always been so famous for it!” Big Ben! So that was what everybody was talking about! Had it stopped? thought Benny. I wonder what could be the matter with it? Then someone yelled, Here is a little clock. Maybe it has just the part we need to start Big Ben going again. Yes! yes,” cried the crowd. So some workmen set to work on him and in no time at all they had the parts they needed. They climbed up the clock, put the part in Big Ben, and wound him up. Ding-dong, ding-dong!” The clock worked. Everybody was yelling and tossing his hat in the air. But nobody seemed to remember about Benny, except me, for I was the somebody that found him in the street. So now you know how Benny gave Big Ben back his voice. BARBARA DICKEY, VII Honorable mention. 87 AdaentuAeA- in Qaad JluMA atincf Many people would never consider having the oil of their cars changed at a filling station not recommended by the eminent critic, Huncan Dines. The editors of my newspaper, realizing this strong public sentiment, sent me to interview the famous gentleman. I pulled up to the grounds of the Dines mansion, presented my credentials, and was admitted at a gate formed by two very streamlined gasoline pumps. At the house I rang the doorbell (a horn which played Merrily We Roll Along”) and was ushered in by a butler, garbed in mechanic’s overalls, to the presence of Mr. Huncan Dines himself. 1 asked Mr. Dines just what things he checks on so that he can present his public with the true facts on the gas stations of America. In reply he invited me to come along and see for myself. He had just received a telegram which summoned him to the deathbed of his mother, and he thought that since he would not be covering that territory again for a while, he had better make a routine inspection on the way. We set off and soon left the city behind as, naturally. Mr. Dines had been all through the stations of the city. The beautiful countryside did not thrill me; I was anxious to get into action. Finally, there was a sign: Fill your car with ZIP, and watch her rip!” Huncan (he asked me to call him that) was delighted; he had had ZIP recommended to him and could hardly wait to tell his readers about it. We drove on, over roads so rough and dusty that I wondered why anyone would come out there anyway. Then we sighted the ZIP station. It was a gabled cottage-effect banked in petunias. The gas may have had zip, but the attendant did not; we honked and waited, then honked and waited again. An old man in grease-smeared coveralls crawled out from under an ancient car which stood some distance off. He ambled over and inquired, Were you wantin’ anything, me lads?” When our tank was filled with ZIP we inquired as to the best route to continue our tour. He told us to take the same road back; it seems that this crude road led to nowhere except his station. Huncan took out a notebook and dictated his commentaries to me. We would remember this place, it was inaccessible and the service was slow, but after all, they had ZIP, and quality merchandise was the prime consideration. The rustic, homey atmosphere was especially noted. When Huncan lud produced his notebook, a packet of letters had fallen from its inner recesses into my lap. Huncan suggested that 1 read a few of them in order to gain insight into the sentiments of his public. The first letter came from a skeptic who had spent his two weeks’ vacation covering the countryside in order to check up on Huncan. In the first place, he didn’t agree with Mr. Dines about that criticized establishment in Rocksbury; he had found the service rather good. He had discovered a fabulous flivver factory in Hanteau Corners which Huncan had neglected to mention. On the whole, though, he and Mr. Dines were in accord, and he guessed they were both pretty good fellows. Your pal, Joe.” The second letter came from a big business man. Having just opened a chain of streamlined service stations (with attached golf courses, tennis courts, and restaurants) he was crushed that Huncan had not given him a long paragraph of advertising in his book. Could Mr. Dines drop in at his earliest convenience to look the places over? Huncan and I were now approaching JIM’S.” This fact was proclaimed to all in large neon letters across the front of a long, stucco hacienda which had every modern invention. Huncan stopped long enough to don his disguise, no one must recognise him and so give him extra service; he wanted to get a true picture of the service which they gave to his fellow travellers. We had scarcely come to a stop when attendants poured over us. The windshield was scrubbed, oil changed, tires checked; we got the full treatment. We were directed to a game room inside, which had all games, sports, and vending machines (also a nursery for the kiddies). Huncan seemed unimpressed by the ultramodern fixtures; he only muttered, Humph, didn’t even get the windshield clean!” In the same town there was another service station. Huncan said that he had visited there sometime back as, indeed, they announced to all as an advertisement, for next to the Kilroy was here” sign there was another, nearly as large Dines was here.” LOUISE JAMIESON, XI Honorable mention. 88 Old Ki+uj, Qalz Eujjesti. fyna+n llte Manpxuu i Slu itac e It was eleven o’clock the time Old King Cole asked for his fiddlers three. The king told the prime minister to send for them. The fiddlers came in but instead of three, there were only two! The king fussed and fumed, but what could he do? Where is the third fiddler?” he roared. Well, um-um, well, your majesty, to tell you the truth, he’s been drafted.” And why has he been drafted? Is he not in the king's service?” Now, your majesty,” said the prime minister, you remember you said you would send your army to help King Bubblehead who lives next door, and f also remember you told Captain Sirsnceze he could draft anyone.” But,” roared King Cole, I want three fiddlers because only three can sooth my nerves.” Well, your highness,” the prime minister said, King Bubblehead’s wars aren’t much of anything so you will probably have him back very soon. Now do you want some tea?” Yes, I guess 1 would like some, but first get rid of these two, and they can’t return until the third ones does.” About a week later the third fiddler returned but during that week the king had suffered from what we call the manpower shortage, but what he called it I really couldn’t tell you. LUCINDA NASH. VI Honorable mention. 89 Public Pela.tio.uA Welfare Committee and friends.’ o4i(f,ltli fJdA o-j JlcJze fyosielt Canjjesien.ee flune 1946 The idea expressed by Rabbi Fink that man’s beliefs enrich his life was excellently illustrated by our seeing these speakers all of different faiths and beliefs but all enriched with a great inward peace affecting those with whom they come in contact. Judy Barker. Frankly, being at the conference was one of the most marvelous experiences I have ever had. Just hearing the different points of view of each person gave me a wider and more unbiased outlook on religion as a whole. If you ever have the opportunity of going to the conference, don’t pass it up!” Peggy DesRochcrs ACKNOWLEDGMENTS To Miss Kinnaird for her enthusiasm and guidance which helped to make this book possible. To Miss Ellinwood and her business staff for their superb financial management of the Tatler. To Mr. Percy of the Lumberman Publishing Company. To Mr. Pcrbex of the Weston Engraving Company. To Mr. Wcstcott, our photographer. To the judges who gave their time to select the prize winning manuscripts in the prose and poetry contest. To Florence Eggleston for typing the bulk of the copy for this book. To Carol Skoglund and her camera addicts” without whom there would have been no snapshots. To the entire staff for all their hours of hard work. To Miss Spurr for finding us a Press Room—the greatest boon the Tatler has ever had! —The Editor. Wait until you’re recognized from the chair.” Real art instead of social arts—for a change. Wake me up when the bell rings.' Titian, Leonardo,—or Disney?” 92 HAS MORE... more than any other bread WALTER H. EDDY B.S., M.A., Ph.D. Nationally Known Nutrition Export This noted food authority has this to say about Holsum Bread: “Holsum bread is entitled to the term Super-Enriched because it contains approximately 30% more Bi, B and Iron and I 5% more Niacin than ordinary enriched bread; plus added Vitamin I) and Calcium. Furthermore, laboratory tests have proven that all statements concerning the amount of vitamin and mineral enrichment of Holsum bread made in this advertisement are true.” THE SUPER ENRICHMENT OF HOLSUM BREAD One half pound (about 8 slices) of HOLSUM supplies you with the following amounts or percentages of the average minimum daily requirement for these essential food substances: Vitamin Bi..........60% Vitamin B ...........25% Niacin..............55% Iron................50% Calcium.............60% Vitamin D............35% 1 93 I have been investing in life in-surance for many years because it9s the best way I know of saving for the future. —Ethel Barrymore w ☆ ☆ ☆ • You’re a fortunute girl if you have a life insurance policy. By helping to make the premium deposits yourself you are developing the habit of systematic thrift — a very worthwhile hahit whether your future w career be that of a business woman or of a home-maker. 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Compliments of Mackinstadt's Pharmacy 24th and Hennepin formerly Broude Pharmacy 99 JOIN II THOMAS CO. OPEN CROWN ROLLER in a galaxy of colors Simple, young hat lends a pretty air to summer costumes. White, brown, powder blue, pink or coffee-color felt. $5. street floor hat shop 100 Compliments of O OjM L C VE ZM Distinctive Interiors 1006 Nicollet Avenue Compliments BENJAMIN FRIEDMAN KILPATRICK Ty Abel Standard Service Minnetonka Blvd. and Highway No. 101 Phone Waysata 194 Custom Made Hats and Gowns Keep Your Crown of Glory Beautiful — Healthy ami Naturally Curly Miss Mattes 47 So. 9th St. Main 4680 101 Section Poll First married: Adam and Eve Pet peeve: But I don’t understand Cutest: Me! Favorite expression: Birdseed” Favorite fellah: The evening janitor Best personality: (33 choices) Favorite school activity: Sun bathing 'In love most often: Georoline Geglcathia Favorite record: Bicycle Til lie Favorite means of transportation: Flying Biggest line: I’m so little and you’re so big!” Class clown: Cici Cleveland Biggest Joke: Captain Chuck Most ohbious: Brown Snappiest come-back: Betty Regan Most in love: Jean Neilson Favorite hang-out: Sterling's car Talks most, says least: Mary Gamble Pet peeve: N.C.S. salad Most likely to succeed: Kay Harper Most in love: Joan Strieker, Penny Rand Most fickle: Joan Fullerton Cutest: P3t Hudson Biggest flirt: Betty Sutton Most all-round: Ann Boos Most entertaining: Nancy Nelson Coyest: Betty Sutton Favorite young man: Hughie Most co-operative: Alice Crosby Most likely to succeed: Molly Duff, Barbara Finch Most all-round: Sis Aurand Most entertaining: Monic Molan Wittiest: Elizabeth Velic Biggest social worrier: Polly Case Most naive: Polly Case and Carolyn Kelley Biggest eater: What's there to eat? Biggest clown: Ann Sivcrtson Biggest arguin': Sharon Gallagher Most oblivious: Jody Moore Cutest: Ann Middlebrook Uunion Poll fylcuue iA ROBIN HOOD For All Occasions Home Grown Roses All Year Round FLOUR We Telegraph Flowers It’s blended as carefully Are at Your Service o as the finest cake flour • MINNEAPOLIS FLORAL CO. INTERNATIONAL MILLING COMPANY 2420 Hennepin Ave. Kenwood 5560 MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA • TO 1947 GRADUATES! Best Wishes Compliments oj FROM LEE'S BROILER NATIONALLY KNOWN FOR R RED jj pood Mr ORE 1 • l • irf. � l y i-«i kJ A a v_y vy iy Sponsored By SLOCUM-BERGREN CO. 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How can they play bridge when Arnie’s scrapbook is so close? 105 Compliments of BOYER GILFILLAN MOTOR CO. 1201 Hennepin Avenue WESTON LUMBERMAN ENGRAVING COMPANY PUBLISHING CO. • • 415 So. 4th St. 1011 Lumber Exchange M i tinea polis Minneapolis 106 Compliments of a Friend Compliments — RECORDS — POPULAR AND CLASSICAL SINGLES AND ALBUMS Needles and Accessories We Specialize In Service And Special Orders Edina Home Appliance Gift Shop WH. 0503 3833 W. 50th St. 50th France L. Tuttle Lumber Co. CLOTHING Compliments of SHOES The Lincoln Electric Company SHOE REPAIRING Minneapolis Office GIFTS NOTIONS The FOURSOME Wayzata, Minn. Best Wishes to the Class of ’47 FULLER BRUSH CO. 107 Top: Pass the beer and pretzels.” Second: Number 59326, step down. Third: Guthrie strikes glamorous pose as last bell rings. bottom left: Would the deliverymen like this? Bottom right: NOT YOU!!!! 108 COMPLIMENTS OF A FRIEND MASON MOTOR « By the Waters of Minnetonka COMPANY ALDRITT’S Chrysler Plymouth HARDWARE, PAINTS, Agency POTTERY, GIFTS AND TOYS Excelsior, Minnesota A Excelsior 15 Compliments of Country Club Ice Cream J. L. STERN 5056 France Avc. So. Minneapolis 109 Minneapolis CONGRATULATIONS AND BEST WISHES To this year’s graduating class! And may success and good health be with you in the years to come. Jordan Stevens Company Wholesale Grocers i i i AMERICA'S HOST UNIQUE rA'M [ U H iTiTiE-R featuring CHICKEN IN THE ROUGH STEAKS BAR R-CUES SEA FOODS wwubm •WHERE THE WEST BEGINS” MT ,1mow 10NC LAKE. MINN. ON HlNWlAMlIf________________ HICHW £y no Upper left: You chase her. I'll trip her. Upper center: Get out of my way! Upper right: A brilliant take-off I Lower left: what did you put in this? Louer right: Aw, heck! let’s go home—tournament's over. Minnetonka Soat It ontiie 9ne. 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Phone ll’aysata 430 113 for those who enjoy the better things of life WEBER INTERIORS MINNEAPOLIS The Most Remarkable Utensil Ever Invented For Hi-Speed Cooking and Safe Canning Model 601 NATIONAL PRESSURE COOKER COMPANY Eau Claire Wisconsin Compliments of a Friend J14 1 hope you girls will profit by her mistake. Heads whirl as Miss Kcggcrrics wins 220. Quiet, isn’t it? Bridge marathon nears end of the day. 115 In 1927 . . . Flappers were the rage . . . along with raccoon coats ... Rudolph Valentino ... Paul Whiteman's orchestra. Lindbergh flew the Atlantic . . . everybody hummed ”Somelx dy Loves Me” . . . read F. Scott Fitzgerald’s novels about the “lost generation” . . . and didn’t care! In 1947 . . . the typical teen-ager talks about foreign affairs . . . atomic energy . . . the U.N. She collects records ... wears casual, comfortable clothes . . . debates the merits of Crosby vs Sinatra . . . takes time out for sports activities. An all-around girl, she reads the daily newspapers. In the Minneapolis Daily Times, teen-agers are reading columns by Sheila Daly and Elinor Williams. Miss Daly is a college freshman, who writes a column of advice and ideas of special interest to the high school crowd every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Miss Williams tackles such knotty problems as dating etiquette and party plans in her column on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. Both Sheila Daly columns have proved popular with the pre-college crowd. READ THEM REGULARLY IN THE Minneapolis Daily Times 116 Phone 271 MASON MOTOR CO. Chrysler and Plymouth Cars Excelsior, Minn. “By the Waters of Minnetonka' ALDRITT’S HARDWARE PAINTS Pottery Gifts Toys Excelsior. Minn. COMPLIMENTS OF A FRIEND “Compliments” BENJAMIN FRIEDMAN COUNTRY CLUB ICE CREAM CO. 5036 France Ave. So. Compliments of J. L. STERN 117 M. F. 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