Northrop Collegiate School - Tatler Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

Text from Pages 1 - 148 of the 1948 volume:

eef TheP r01NNJ€AP0US pueuc THE TATLER 1948 Published by Northrop Collegiate School Minneapolis, Minnesota MHC Carolyn Cole Helen Winton----- Barbara Barber Jean Hiatt ______ Marguerite Tuttle Judy Ronning..... Elizabeth Barry__ Barbara Damon Ann Boos_________ Marilyn Molan Tf? , PUBLICATION COMMITTEE _______Editor -------Associate Editor Senior Division Editors | Art Editors Business Manager Assistant Business Manager -------------Snapshot Editor Assistant Snapshot Editor Elizabeth Cleveland Alice Hudson Eleanor Goodrich Sue Shepardson Jody Moore Caroline Kelley STAFF Sally Stahr Cynthia Hamilton Mary Beard Gloria Stephens Christine Holdahl Eleanor Burton Janet Campbell . FACULTY ADViSERS • .. •• MISS CHRISTINE KINNAIRD MISS DOROTHY ELLINWOOD 2 We affectionately dedicate the 1948 Tatler to Miss Christine Kinnaird in gratitude for her devoted service to the Tatler and her sincere loyalty to her students and to Northrop Collegiate School. ii ■■ 1 r ijTfift lliilin of dlf ADMINISTRATION MARION E. GOODALE Assistant Principal Standing—Mis Meyer, Mrs. Fisher, Miss Bierbauer, Miss Marzolf, Mrs. Chamberlain, Miss Thompson, Mrs. Sicard, Mrs. Nelson, Miss Chambers, Miss Lowe, Miss Gray. Miss Shoemaker. Mrs. Wedum, Miss Ingalls, Miss Hiller, Miss Babson, Miss F.llin-wood. Mis Pease, Miss Isaacson, Miss Summers, Mrs. Donald, Miss Rowley, Miss Blodgett, Mrs. Bryan. Seated—Mrs. Goodalc, Miss Cole, Mrs. Butler, Mrs. Lorenz, Mis Goodalc, Miss Spurr, Mrs. Bordcau, Mils Whitney. Miss Cram. Miss Hale, Miss Space, Miss Kinnaird. Absent—Mrs. Howell, Mrs. Nash. Faculty 7 Faculty Ethel M. Spurr Marion E. Goodalc___________ Christine Kinnaird ......... Mary F. Hale................ Ethel E. Pease ------------- Miriam Chambers ------------ Beatrice A. Blodgett Dor thy Howell Ellen Rowley---------------- Lcnorc Bordcau______________ Marjorie R. Whitney Dorthy Ellin wood .......... Janet Gray ______ Helen Summers .............. Margaret Butler Annette Lorenz Beatrice Ingalls „......... Shirley Isaacson ........... Katherine Sicard Charlotte Goodalc Jean Chamberlain Isabelle A. Marzolf —....... Jean Donald ------ Maude Thompson .—— Helen R. Nelson Mary Ixrc Lowe Catherine (.ram_____________ Margaret Space ............. Helen Shoemaker Jean Babson Delphinc Wcdum-------------- Katherine Nash Glacia Cole ............... Elizabeth Bryan Norma Bierbauer I a Nae Fisher Mary Louise Meyer Dorthy Hiller Elizabeth Eggleston Principal Mathematics, Assistant Principal ______ English ................French ........Mathematics ________________________________History _________________________________ Latin French, Spanish French _______________________________ French ________________________________English ........................ Mathematics ________________________Social Studies ______Chemistry, Biology __________________________________Latin ______________________English, History English _________________________Mathematic i .... Home Economics, Geography ____________________________Mathematics _____________________Sixth Grade Fifth Grade ________________________Fourth Grade _____________ Second and Third Grades Fust Grade ..................... ... Kindergarten ____________________Dramatics, Speech ................................. Music ___________________Physical Education ....—.............. Physical Education _______________________—__________ Art History of Art, Sculpture Librarian Psychometrist and Reading Counsellor _______________Executive Secretary ..............................Secretary --------------------------Registrar --------------------------Assistant .......... Director of Dining Room Mr. Sewall D. Andrews, Jr. Mrs. H. B. Atwater Mr. Leavitt R. Barker Mr. Theodore W. Bennett Mr. Fluntington Brown, Preside 11 Mrs. Benton J. Case, Vice President Mr. George D. Dayton II Mrs. Philip Duff Mr. Ganus V. Fait, Treasurer Trustees Mr. Merrill Hutchinson Dr. Elizabeth Lowry Mr. Charles Silverson Miss Elizabeth Wallace Mr. Charles J. Winton Dr. A. A. Zicrold Mrs. Calvin Aurand, ex-officio Mrs. John Atwood, ex-officio OFFICERS OF PARENT AND TEACHER ASSOCIATION Mrs. Calvin Aurand, President Mrs. Harold B. Finch, Treasurer Mrs. Carson Jamieson, First Vice President Mrs. O. J. Campbell, Corresponding Sec'y Mrs. John dc Laittrc, Second Vice President Miss Beatrice Blodgett, Recording Secretary 8 Barbara Barber lu't us remember that revolutions Jo not always establish freedom .”—Fillmore Despite eight long heart breaking years at Northrop, Bobbie, amazingly enough, has evinced a desire to keep on living! With the exception of those old post-weekend mornings, the face pictured above usually manages to wear a cheerful smile, even though you can scarcely get a glimpse of it as it streaks past ignorant fellow scholars who have to be warned the hard way about her boundless enthusiasms. Fellow lovers of trips out to Blake sympathized keenly with Bobbie, when early this year she suffered the great loss of the only car she could ever DRIVE—the tan train.” However, despite this tragedy, extra math courses, Northrop lunches, and various other catastrophies, Bobbie manages to make the honor roll, as well as to carry on an interesting extra-curricular career. Keep smiling Bobbie, it shows those dimples. Senior Dramatic Club—’46, ’47, 48 Senior Dramatic Club president—’48 Dance Club—‘48 Publications Committee—'48 World Affairs Club—‘47 Chairman Bookroom Committee—’47 Junior Dramatic Club—'4 5 12 Elizabeth Ann Barry ’’Business} It's quite simple. It's other people's money. —Dumas We have yet to find a clock that E’Ann will stoop to notice. Time moves too rapidly! Above the Senior Room chaos the familiar phrase, I just couldn’t make it any sooner,” can clearly be heard every morning. Even with her numerous activities, such as being President of World Affairs Club and Business Manager of the Tatler, E’Ann still takes time to get in a game of Bridge or the latest gossip in the Senior Room —also she manages to give a sympathetic or encouraging word to fellow classmates who need a boost. Term papers are postponed” till the last night when the coal oil burns late and E’Ann then arrives next morning with a masterpiece, to the amazement of her colleagues. A girl of pronounced opinions, E’Ann is always loyal to General Mills, Ireland, and ''The Fresh Air Fiends Club.” ’48 Business Manager of Tatler ’48 President of World Affairs Club ’48 Book Room Committee ’48 Dance Club ’47, ’48 Awards Committee ’47, ’48 Varsity Hockey ’47 Secretary-Treasurer of World Affairs Club ’47 School Procedure Committee 47 Secretary-Treasurer of Class ’46 Senior Dramatic Club Miriam Bennett A little credulity helps one on through life very smoothly.”—Gaskcll Every class has its prodigy; every class has its clown; but we surpass all others, for we have Mimi, who is Northrop’s own inimitable combination of Hoagy Carmichael, Lauren Bacall and Whoopee John, the Yodclcr. As such, she is a constant source of amusement to the seniors, on mournful Mondays as well as on frivolous Fridays. However, Mimi, too, has her serious side, and has interests in music, art, and literature. Her perseverance as chairman of the Library Committee has made her the pride of Miss Cole and the terror of overdue book holders. Mimi’s Canadian experiences have made her an ardent lover of skiing, riding, ct cetera, and her naturally curly hair and deceptively naive blue eyes cannot go unnoticed—at least, for long. We are positive that Mimi's credulousness, cheerfulness, and casual manner will be missed in what remains of next year’s senior room! ’47, ’48 Senior Glee Club ’48 Chairman of Library Committee ’48 Dance Club '48 School Procedure Committee '47 Public Relations Committee—secretary ’47 World Affairs Club ’46 Varsity Hockey ’45 Junior Glee Club 14 Sue Bros No seed shall perish which the soul hath sown.”—Symonds Hurry up, you kids! There’s still time for one more hand before the bell,” cries bridge-loving Sue, as more prudent seniors file out to classes. Our Vice President in charge of Athletics is, in addition to being a bridge enthusiast, a girl of no mean abilities. Sue’s conscientiousness and capacity for hard work, along with her natural brains,” place her name frequently at the top of that coveted first list,” while her hilarious sense of humor and raucous giggle keep the rest of the more pessimistic seniors in stitches. Her ceaseless and bounding vitality coupled with her intuitive ability to find a weak spot in the opposing team’s line have made her one of the most spirited senior sportswomen. Keep up the mad merriment, Sue; but hold your horses—that way you’ll soon be on the bridal path! ’48 Vice-president, Athletics ’48 Library Committee ’48 Dance Club '47, ’48 World Affairs Club '46, ’48 Senior Dramatic Club ’45, ’46, ’47, ’48 Varsity Hockey '47 Bookroom Committee '47 All School Hockey Team ’45, ’47 Athletic Committee '45, ’46, ’47 Varsity Basketball '45, ’46 Varsity Baseball ’45 Junior Dramatics Club 15 Martha Brown Let the world slide. —Shakespeare Eyes that say you never must,’ nose that says 'why don’t you?’ and mouth that says, 'I rather wish you could’ ” applies to our School Procedure Vice-President as she seeks someone noble enough to take tardy hall. This problem like those in the intriguing tales she tells will be summed up in Wouldn’t that rattle your slats!” Martha’s patience and kindness are evidenced by the innumerable children that she has taken care of. Irate Seniors seeking lost books know that the mad confusion of Martha’s locker is the promising place to look. Mart’s devotion to the Glee Club has especially been felt by members who want to get in a last hand of bridge. However, despite her nagging us on to bigger and better things, we all find Martha a thoroughly likeable character! ’48 Music Ensemble ’48 School Procedure Vice-President ’46, ’47, ’48 Varsity Hockey 47, '48 World Affairs Club ’48 Dance Club ’47 Class President ’46, ’47 School Procedure Committee ’46, ’47, ’48 Senior Glee Club ’46, ’47 Varsity Basketball ’46, ’47 Varsity Baseball 16 Charlotte Cleveland Why, matt, she doth bestride the narrow world like a Colossus.”—Shakespeare Far down the hall from the vicinity of the music room come the gentle strains of that unforgettable piece, Mealtime at the Zoo,” and none could help recognizing Cici’s subtle touch. Our League President is a girl of energy and enthusiasm, and her friendly attitude has won her the admiration of many an underclassman. C’s earnest frown and her pathetic appeal to hardened classmates of What’ll I do?” have become a tradition among Seniors. However, Cici’s real talent lies in indoor sports, although she is also fond of skiing and riding. We all wonder where she gets her boundless vitality as she conics leaping into the Senior Room every morning after the long ride from the lake. We hope Cici makes as many friends at the next ten colleges that she goes to as she has at Northrop! ’48 League President ’48 Dance Club ’47, ’48 School Procedure Committee ’46, ’47, ’48 Varsity Hockey ’46, ’47 Senior Dramatic Club ’47 Varsity Volleyball ‘46, ’47 Varsity Basketball ’47 World Affairs Club ’46 Secretary-Treasurer of Class ‘46 Varsity Baseball ’46 Athletic Committee 17 Carolyn Cole The domestic hearth. There only is real happiness—Lombroso Do you really think I should?” Carolyn’s voice chimes out as a diabolical escapade is planned by her colleagues. These, with her perpetual giggle, her hospitality, and her naturally curly hcinic have made her famous. As editor of this year’s Taller, she has shown an astounding determination to get the yearbook out on time; her constant pleadings for write-ups, pictures and other vital items arc always heard droning on above the Senior Room babble. Besides this, Carolyn is a violent lover of sports, particularly those nautical, and seasoned Minnetonka dwellers, on looking out to see a sinking hull in the middle of the lake, realize that Coley is at it again. Her But I don’t catch,” and her misapprehensions about pronunciations have provided the seniors with much amusement and amazement. '48 Vice-President, Publications ’48 Dance Club '47 Assistant business manager, Publications Committee ’47 World Affairs Club 46 School Procedure Committee ’45 Junior Dramatic Club '4 5 Publications Committee '45 Varsity Baseball 18 Jerry Fosseen Creeping like a snail Unwillingly to school. —Shakespeare Slink” I'osscen, in her plaid glasses, slithers over the Senior Room transom at 12:30 to find herself just in time for lunch. Sorry, girls! The alarm clock failed again. I can’t understand it!” As she sits down in one of her typical poses, Jerry relates a dramatic narrative accompanied by elaborate gestures. Lou’s subtle jokes and experienced advice make her a very valuable member of our class. Her originality and executive ability made her a good chairman of the Entertainment Committee; she ambitiously holds down a job, while the rest of us regard her energy as mad folly. Seriously, Jerry is respected for her sincerity, her candor, and for her sense of humor which has proved a foremost asset to what might, without her, be a retarded class. ’48 Entertainment Committee Chairman ’48 Dance Club ’46, ’47, ’48 Senior Glee Club ’46, ’47 Senior Dramatic Club ’47 World Affairs Club ’46 Public Relations Committee ’45 Junior Dramatic Club ’45 Junior Glee Club 19 Mary Gamble 1 shall laugh myself to death”—Shakespeare Mary exemplifies Pope’s chaos of thought and passion, all confused. She has an uncanny knack of turning a simple statement into a tortuous mass of words which clarifications only make worse. A philanthropist at heart, she can always be found with a cheery smile, attempting to raise the spirits of gloomy classmates whose thoughts arc many males away. Mary’s bounding enthusiasm and unique ability to whip up songs have proved themselves valuable assets in her job of all school White Team Captain. A loyal supporter of the Dramatic Club, she displayed her dramatic talent as Lydia in Pride and Prejudice. Besides these activities, Mary is one of the lucky few who are qualified to enter the select discussions of the Eastern Situation, in World Affairs Club, that is. We know that Gamble’s sunny smile will cheer up as many new friends as it has old ones. ’46, '47, ’48 Senior Dramatic Club ’48 Athletic Committee ’48 Captain of School White Team ’48 Varsity Hockey 48 Dance Club ’47, ’48 World Affairs Club ’47 Publications Committee '46 School Procedure Committee ’45 Junior Dramatic Club 20 Marjorie Louise Gibbs A poet could not but be gay, In a jocund company.”—Wordsworth Hearing an uncouth laugh from the vicinity of the nearest Bridge game, we know that Marjorie is again with us. Our jocose Bridge enthusiast, gently pleading for a fourth to join her and her evil cronies, settles down once more for a strenuous day over the hot card table, pausing occasionally for classes, gym, and other such trivia. Marjorie’s love for sports has far exceeded that of most seniors and has won for her a gorgeous figure and for the seniors, many a game. However, despite the pressure of Shoey’s Superior Strength Solarium and life in the Senior Room, Marge manages to work up enough brainpower to keep her grades consistently high and her classmates consistently hysterical over her witty comments. Here’s luck to the chic damsel, whose jocularity makes her such fun to know! Glee Club—’47, ’48 World Affairs Club—’47, ’48 Dance Club—'48 Captain School Blue Team—’48 Book Room Committee—'48 Varsity Hockey—’45, ’46, ’47, ’48 Athletic Committee—’45, '47, ’48 Varsity Volleyball—’47 Library Committee—’47 Varsity Basketball—’45, 46, ’47 Varsity Baseball—’46 21 Suzanne Ginnings They do not love that Jo not show their love. —Shakespeare To Suzy belongs the unusual characteristic of always having something nice to say about her friends— even behind their backs. However this kindness docs not extinguish the devilish gleam in her eyes or her fiendish ideas which have startled many of us. During the year she acquired gold rimmed glasses for nocturnal perception as an added attraction to a wardrobe which has already brought many an envious sigh. Suzy limits her extra-curricular activities in school in order to carry on her non-scholastic pursuits which would otherwise be impossible. Her assertions of her lack of brain power arc most discouraging to others who draw the same grades as she—they were just beginning to think themselves brilliant! However, despite her alleged stupidity,” Suzy has been accepted at Finch for almost a year. Here’s luck to Suzy, a terrific friend!—or is that spelled fiend? 22 ’48 Dance Club Ann Gray Born with tlx gift of laughter and a sense that the world is mad —Sabatin Ann's casual manner, unshakcable calm, and easygoing assurance enable her to remain unruffled through the thousand dramas daily” which are perpetrated on the Senior Room stage and which leave the rest of us gibbering idiots. She is never fazed by the maniacal Bridge games and gossip sessions which rage about her head, and one of the most familiar Senior Room sights is Ann, curled up in our coveted red chair, quietly studying. One of the luckiest seniors, Ann has several major interests” in life, all of whom she manages to keep fascinated. She is further endowed with blonde hair, an easily tanned skin, and a sleek blue Buick convertible. Ann, with her controlled serenity is a steadying influence on our class, and, as such, is most surely an invaluable senior. ’48 Library Committee ’48 Dance Club '47 World Affairs Club ’47 Varsity Volleyball 23 Barbara Gray A merry bear doeth like good medicine. —Anonymous Babs has a blessed gift of laughter at any situation. As class secretary and attendance-taker, a trying position, she cheerfully accepts our flimsy excuses as we come straggling into the Senior Room each morning, late as usual. It must be innate kindness which enables Barbara actually to like her fellow seniors when they berate their teachers, strew papers about, and bemoan their problems. The pride of Shocy’s gym squad, and we definitely do not mean posture classes, Babs has one of the most attractive figures in our class, and a head to match. An eager student, this year Babs became interested in a fable by Fontaine and can often be heard spouting quotations from said fable. Remember He, Bonjour!” Babs, you’re bound to meet some fascinating people with it. ’48 Class Secretary ’48 School Procedure Committee ’48 Varsity Hockey ’48 Dance Club ’47, ’48 World Affairs Club ’47 Varsity Basketball 24 Elizabeth Hanmer By be composers they loir, ye shall know the texture of men's souls. —Galsworthy Tall, slender, and blonde, Betty’s delicate looks correspond to her sensitive nature. She is unquestionably our class esthete, and to the awe of her teachers and stupider fellow seniors, she shows flawless taste in the fine arts. Music, especially, is Betty’s forte—there is a marked contrast between her preference for Brahms’ first symphony and the Spike Jones specialties enjoyed by other uncouth seniors. However, Betty has her lighter side, and many a deep senior room discussion has begun to pall only to have the gloom dispersed by one of Betty’s whimsical jokes. Betty’s innocent demeanor belies the true character known by her friends who recognize that certain twinkle in her eye, to be the precursor of one of her utterances, so typical of her humor, her taste, and of Betty herself! ’47, ’48 World Affairs Club ’48 Secretary of Public Relations Committee ’48 Dance Club ’48 Music Ensemble 25 Kathryn Harper And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew That one small bead could carry all she knew. '—Goldsmith Kay, explain this!” This familiar cry can be heard at any hour in the Senior Room. Almost everyone agrees that it is Kay who pulls us through our tougher courses. Her energetic and efficient participation in every school activity has made her an inspiring leader of the class. She has always been a staunch supporter of the Glee Club, and an inevitable member of every varsity team. Among her other extra-curricular activities Kay has become interested in dentistry which career promises her a shining future. Kay is one of the few who possess the rare combination of beauty and brains, and her unusual sense of humor, far above the ordinary Senior Room brand of jokes, make her a paragon of perfection among a class of parasites. ’48 Treasurer of Class ’48 Dance Club ’47, ’48 World Affairs Club ’48 Music Ensemble ’48 School Procedure Committee ’48 Library Committee ’46, ’47, ’48 Senior Glee Club ’46 Senior Dramatic Club ’45, ’46, ’47, ’48 Varsity Hockey ’47 Co-Treasurer of League ’45 Athletic Committee ’45 Junior Dramatic Club ’45 Junior Glee Club ’45, ’46, ’47 Varsity Basketball 26 Helen Hewitt A man is always better than a book ”—Parker Ho, hum, I think I have an obsessive compulsive complex,” murmurs our class psychiatrist as she saunters into the Senior Room about lunchtime. But this discovery docs not deter H. Hewitt; she continues through a dull day pulling high honor roll marks without apparent effort. Helen, the senior Dorothy Dix, ever ready to listen to the woeful talcs of twenty-eight other seniors, is the proverbial friend in need.” She is also an avid anthropologist, and among her more famous remarks is the inevitable, Miss Chambers, may I do a paper on the cavemen instead of Friday’s assignment?” We shall remember Helen for her seeming vagueness, which is her way of eluding undesirable questions, her stunning looks, and her fascinating problems. Those arc unforgettable, n’est-ce pas, Helen? ’48 Dance Club ’48 Entertainment Committee ’48 Vice-President of World Affairs Club ’47 Co-Treasurer of League 27 Jean Hiatt Thank heavens the sun mis gone in, and I don't have to go out and enjoy it. '—Smith While the less shrewd Seniors file out to Shoey’s Beautiful Body Building, Hiatt saunters in the opposite direction munching a handful of Whcatics and rehearsing passable ailments for the next day’s excuse. At the pleas of her classmates, she caricatures their friends and puts their brain children on paper. The people she has driven mad with Clever, but not quite clever enough” arc uncountable. Midway through the year, Hiatt acquired a note book to systematize her work, but her grades rose again when it was lost in the Senior Room shuffle. In spite of her gruelling office as Senior division editor of the Taller, her patience has enabled her to keep friends while scathing them for forgetting write-ups. Keep working, Hi, some day you’ll reach that highest goal— clever enough.” ’48 Senior Division Editor of Taller ’48 Senior Glee Club ’47, ’48 World Affairs Club ’47, ’48 Publications Committee ’46, ’47 Senior Dramatic Club ’45, ’46 Public Relations Committee ’45 Junior Dramatic Club President 28 Louise Jamieson T jere is no legacy so rich as honesty—Shakespeare Jamie is one of our hard working honor students who manages to keep on Miss Spurr’s preferred rating list and still have fun. Her constant sanity is a boon to less stable classmates, and although her athletic abilities may seem limited, Louise occasionally emits a violent vomp,” or I'm taking gym today,” as a sign that her vitality is not yet gone despite life at Northrop. Usually a good sport, as evidenced by her kindly laughter at our feeble jokes, the wisp atop her head, a remainder of Jamie’s last haircut, seems to be a sore spot. Come summer, all her parasite friends flock to Jamie’s boat, knowing that she will be nice enough to treat us all to rides. Sparkling humor coupled with a devilish gleam behind those battered glasses make Jamie one of our most memorable and incidentally one of our best. ’48 Public Relations Committee ’48 World Affairs Club ’48 Library Committee ’47, ’48 Senior Dramatic Club ’45, ’47 Entertainment Committee ’47 Secretary of Entertainment Committee ’46 Publications Committee ’45 Junior Dramatic Club 29 Margaret Ladd More men are killed by overwork than the importance of the world justifies. -—Kipling Gangway! Here comes Lass!” exclaim frantic seniors as our wonderwoman leaps into the Senior Room bubbling with quaint expressions culled from the night before. Lass has many talents, not the least of which is her ability to whip up modern art masterpieces, and she is known for her rosy cheeks, the banc of the cosmetic firms. Another of Lassie’s trademarks is her fiendish giggle which reaches a crescendo as she morbidly plans a hilarious” practical joke on one of us, but as she remembers her dignity, recedes. Lass finds her greatest joys in eating and sleeping, activities prosaic to some but poetic to her; she has always been a contender for the Golden Spoon Heavy Eating Championship.” Keep up the mad gaiety, Lass, but watch where you swing that Buffalo Bill belt!—ouch! ’48 Library Committee ’48 Public Relations Committee ’48 Senior Room Committee ’46 Senior Glee Club ’4 5 Junior Glee Club 30 Jean Neilson Little friend of all the world. —Kipling Jean is one of the most outstanding members of our class—with her sleek black hair, big green eyes, and constant smile. She holds the distinction of being able to look consistently neat, despite the gruelling schedule of Northrop life; and in that respect she is amazingly different from the other gruesomely unkempt seniors. As president of the Glee Club, Jean’s perseverance and spirit have proved valuable assets inspiring discouraged and disgusted would-be vocalists. As summer draws near, Jean becomes the envy of us all, for her summers arc occupied in sailing her beautiful boat fully equipped with a sailor” to help her. The unexpected hockey prowess which she displayed this fall amazed us all. Keep up the good work, Neilson; remember: it’s a great life if you don’t weaken—but of course, it’s more fun if you do. ’48 Senior Glee Club President ’47, ’48 Entertainment Committee ’46, '47 Senior Glee Club ’45, 46 Public Relations Committee ’46 Varsity Hockey ’45 Junior Glee Club 31 Elizabeth Regan A witty woman is a treasure; a witty beauty is a power”—Meredith HI try anything once—for fun!” is Betty’s courageous motto; her sense of humor carries her through almost any situation. Everyone enjoys her witty remarks, although they must remain unquoted because she never repeats herself for fear of becoming dull. Betty’s artistic crcativcncss has been a great help to the Dramatic Club, the Senior Room renovating committee, and the Veterans of Argyle Sox” Club; her dignified but enthusiastic work was much appreciated this year by the athletic committee. B’s maintaining varied interesting local connections as well as Eastern ones is a difficult accomplishment which all of us envy. Next year we arc all going to miss her house as a place to go when in dire need—of a date. May Regan’s restrained rowdyism and rural romances rate royally in college ahead! ’46, 47, ’48 Senior Dramatic Club ’48 Athletic Committee ’48 Dance Club ’48 World Affairs Club ’45, '46, ’47, ’48 Varsity Hockey ’46 Publications Committee ’45 Junior Dramatic Club 32 Gloria Rice ,rl want to be an angel, And with the angels stand. '—Bailey What’s naive?” Despite Gloria’s seeming innocence, the subtle twinkle in her eye bespeaks the fact that she is as diabolical as any red-blooded senior. Above her protests, But he’s just a friend!” can be heard the incessant jangling of the Rice’s phone. Besides a vigorous social life, Gloria also indulges in other interesting practices, not the least of which is a peculiar habit of rising early enough each morning to wake the rooster. This mad mannerism has developed from the prodigious list of accomplishments which Gloria has to her credit, among which arc her ambidextrous ability both to play and teach music, and her skill at piloting an airplane and a horse, coupled with the back-breaking work which Northrop plans. But keep your chin up, Glo, that way you’ll never drown! Vice-President of Glee Club—’48 Library Committee—’48 Dance Club—’48 Entertainment Committee—’45, ’48 Music Ensemble—’48 Senior Dramatic Club—’47 Varsity Hockey—’45, ’46 Varsity Basketball—’45, ’46 33 Jean Robertson Who risetb from a feast With that keen appetite t jat she sits down—Shakespeare In Jean we have rare combination of pep and cutcncss. She is happiest when initiating a ballet in the halls or when pulling practical” jokes. Her famous laugh descends the scale; she gets as large a charge” from our jokes as she does from her own. We arc always amazed by the chauffeurs who line up to take her home, for Robbie is never dateless. She has an enormous appetite, although she often says, I’m going on a diet tomorrow.” She is kind to Senior gluttons, bringing food whenever we arc hungry (i.e. constantly). Jean astounds us with her efficiency, the effortless manner by which she accomplishes her extra-curricular activities, her soft blond hair, and her energy. Pull out the oxygen tent, girls, we’ll never keep up with Robbie! ’48 Public Relations ’48 Library Committee ’47 Glee Club ’47 World Affairs Club ’47 Entertainment Committee 34 Judith Ronning , A good folly is worth ivhat you pay for it! —Adc Judy 'irrepressible, unpredictable” Ronning cannot remain unnoticed. All of us, who arc basically awkward innocents, gape in awe at her smooth poise; both the Tatler and Mrs. Wedum have welcomed her artistic help. The Dramatic Club felt almost professional this year when she was applauded on an exit during Pride and Prejudice. Judy is a true lover of skiing, for although bruised, bloody, and broken, she has not decided to use her skis for kindling. Beginners at bridge have learned not to seek Judy as a fourth; she and Culbertson are too well acquainted for a novice to attempt to create a triangle. Our long, lean Judy is one of the best dressed, best humored, and best liked of that cut-throat crew that mortals laughingly call the senior class. ’48 Assistant Art Editor of Tatler '46, '47, ’48 Senior Dramatic Club ’48 Dance Club '47, ’48 Varsity Hockey '47 Publications Committee '47 World Affairs Club '47 Varsity Volleyball '46 Varsity Basketball ’46 Varsity Baseball 35 Joan Siverling She made a fljousand friends and kept them. —Bennett Here’s to Jose, alias the 'Brow ” our versatile class president! Her dependability and unselfish consideration made her an invaluable leader of the Senior class. Never a silent sister, Jo’s approaching presence is made painfully clear at an unearthly hour each morning by her unforgettable yodel, a cross between the cries of a loon and a Swiss mountaineer. Soon after, her yellow Dodge convertible is seen whipping around the corner, bulging with stray Northropitcs that she has gathered cn route. Not only Joey’s car makes her an asset to us, but also her support of all Senior sports teams, hockey and basketball, especially; she loves tennis, and in summer keeps us busy trying to throw her from her water skis. Joey isn’t exactly crazy, but her antics keep us in hysterics most of the time! ’48 Class President ’48 Dance Club ’48 School Procedure Committee ’47, ’48 Varsity Hockey ’47 Athletic Committee 47 Varsity Volleyball 36 Sonya Swan O Mirth and Innocence.”—Byron Bunny bursts cheerfully into school each morning, arms full of flowers which she has received from assorted admirers. Always energetic, even after a vigorous week-end which would have killed any normal healthy senior, Bunny is the most even-tempered member of the class. Jealous classmates note not only that she is a collector of trophies, but also that she finds the strength to put up her varying hairdos each night. Northrop’s own Helen Hayes, Bunny amazes us all by the versatility of her acting. Besides dramatics, she also performs her daily stint in the Glee Club as one of the mainstays of the soprano section. With her many activities, we feel that Bunny has plenty of justification for Senior Room slumps,” which afflict her less buoyant classmates, but she never gives in. Gosh, Bunny, how do you do it! ’48 Cheerleader Blue Team ’48 Dance Club ’48 Library Committee ’46, '47, ’48 Senior Dramatic Club ’46, '48 Senior Glee Club '45 Junior Dramatic Club 37 Marguerite Tuttle Life is just one darned thing after anotljer!”—O’Malley Every morning, about ten after eight, Marguerite peers sleepily around the infamous Senior Room screen and moves silently to the cloakroom. However, as the morning wears on. Marguerite, finally waking up, becomes quite loquacious. Anyone coming to the Senior Room at recess or lunch hour will find her firmly planted at the Bridge table, shouting out her bids with the best of us, and at the same time doggedly trying to finish next Tuesday’s Chemistry assignment. Since her first days in ninth grade, Marguerite has been an active participant in sports, and although she was a staunch member of the White Team for three years, the Blue Team was glad to claim her this year. Marg’s generosity in giving rides to the weary and helping us with our homework make us like her—more than somewhat! ’48 Art Editor of Taller 48 Senior Glee Club Business Manager ’47, ’48 World Affairs Club '48 Dance Club ’47 Assistant Editor of Tatler ’47 Varsity Volleyball ’47 Library Committee ’46, '47 Varsity Baseball ’4f, ’46, ’47 Varsity Basketball ’46, ’47 Senior Glee Club ’46 Publications Committee 38 Sally Warner A fair exterior is a silent recommendation.”—Syrus Five years ago Sally entered these hallowed halls a shy, demure, little girl, only to go through a complete metamorphosis, for she has since become our class's most promising candidate for a future Miss America.” Her startling good looks make up for her seeming quietness; that is, she fails to keep up that senseless, constant babble which afflicts her vacant minded classmates. One of the youngest seniors, Sally has managed to fascinate the older group of the opposite sex by her cool poise and sophistication. Throughout her career at Northrop, Sally has worked hard for the Public Relations committee, and this year was rewarded by being elected Vice-President in charge of that office. She fulfills her duties with the efficiency, originality and common sense typical of Sally. '48 Public Relations and Entertainment Vice-President 48 Dance Club ’48 World Affairs Club '47 Public Relations Committee '46, '47 Senior Dramatic Club '41 President of Junior Glee Club ’45 Junior Dramatic Club 39 Helen Winton Full of meet indifference”—Buchanan Let’s have a nice lunch, for once!” admonishes Helen as the weary seniors gather up strength for the hard trek up to Northrop’s own Sky Room,” and the waiting festal boards. Helen amazes us all with her neatly set hair, stylish health shoes, and her unusual ambitions. A notorious bridge fan, Helen is noted far and wide for her demand for a rc-dcal in case she holds a weak hand, and her deceptively quiet manner is often broken by infectious laughter. As associate editor of this year’s Tatler, Helen has proved a capable but kindly slavedrivcr, and it almost looks as though this year’s book may actually be out on TIME! Helen, with her leopard coat and friendliness, has become such a part of our class that we really hate to see her go! ’47, ’48 Associate Editor of Tatler ’48 Library Committee ’46, '47, ’48 Awards Committee ’48 Dance Club ’47 Book room Committee ’47 Class representative to Council 46 Publications Committee ’45 Junior Glee Club 40 CRYSTAL GAZING Polish up the crystal ball, wipe the magic slate. Ten years hence (they should live so long!), here’s the class of ’48! Martha’s teaching little ones—Latin is the class, And speaking to the Christian Youth, we find our temperate Lass. Bunny’s gone to Broadway, co-starring Helen Hayes, Bobbie’s writing novels, the latest: Always Blaze. Hewitt’s dream, Red Riding Hood, has at last come true, And Kay’s become the president of our famous U. Phil Spitalny took his toll from this Senior Room When Rice and Cleveland signed with him, playing twin bassoons. Sally’s won the title of Miss World of ’5 8, E’Ann has entered politics, and is Secretr’y of State. Hiatt’s new position is editor of Time; Her mind became embittered when she tried to make things rhyme. Betty Hanmer’s expert at the ’lectrical guitar; She plays while Mimi yodels; with Whoopee John they star. Robbie and Susie arc married, Jamie’s still having fun; Carolyn is keeping house, true happiness” begun. Gamble’s chaperoning the house of Alpha Delt; While Judy, with Lane Bryant, is a model, smooth and svelte. Regan’s a sophisticate—it’s rumored she even smokes. Gibbs is on the radio telling witty jokes. Babs is residing in Paris, a victim of He Bonjour!” Ann has left for the South Pole—this year she’ll get tan for sure! Joey’s down in Mexico, a matador supreme; Ncilson’s gone professional—captain of a football team. Sue’s using her experience as a woman president, Helen’s in Carnegie Hall, a musical event. Tuttle in her clipper ship has sailed around the world; Jerry’s down at Ciro’s, the perfect cigarette girl. Well, kids, we’ve had a lovely class, they really weren’t so dumb, There’s only one sad thing, alas, St. Peter here we come! 41 Name Idiosyncrasy Hangout The M.C. Pool typewriting advertising agency good humor Peak’s Pike . .. bubbles” .. Elmer’s Place wet hair—A.M. 47 buick in 47 Oh ... I get it . . .?.. stables haircut... The Sissus” healthy nobody knows ideas Schmidtts cow boys - ..Wood hill sympathy The Oak Grove laughing Florida giggles. . ... fast knitting dentist’s office grandmother’s talent press room reducing for regattas Ladd . rosy cheeks merry oldsmobile hospital snappy comeback blond - too secret . falling in love..-. yellow convert ... fashion sense Telemark .canoe trips lacucaracha ....amiability Southwest bridge new-D-boat ...jokes Winton perfectionism — ..Chicago station XcVuuorcl Standing: D. Drcvc . M. Zicrold, M. Rice, A. Hudson, B. Damon, C Coleman, E. Goodrich, H. Burton. A. Boot, N. Nel� on, J. Fullerton, N. Haley, B. Finch. Sil hig: M. Duff, B. Sutton, D. Witt, E. Trisko, M. MeGandy, J. Archambo, E. Cleveland, D. Sparboe, B. Parker, E. Bid well, B. Schmitt. Abitnt: C Skellet, P. Donovan, C. Guidinger. Class of 1949 The Junior class began the year twenty-eight strong with the addition of three new members, Diane Drcvcs, Betsy Schmitt and Nancy Haley. Elections were held early in the year. Marilyn MeGandy was elected president, Dodic Witt secretary treasurer and Barbara Damon council representative. To uphold our hockey reputation we again won the tournament. Our class was well represented on all the varsity teams. The class participated in several projects this year. For our part in the senior high school bazaar we sold products from Glen Lake and the Victor Blind Institute. In addition wc sold Christmas wrappings and altogether made a tidy profit. The Juniors instigated a collection for the American Heart Association during National Heart Week. From collections we received $52.50 and that coupled with the $75.00 the Public Relations Committee donated made our total contribution $127.50. The highpoint of the year was the traditional Junior-Senior Prom given May 28 at Woodhill. 46 Fint rou■: E. Aurand, J. Diet . Second row: N. Wiegand, M. McMillan, M. Mor� c, M. Molan, J. Moore, E. Barrow . Third row: C. Mt'urtclc. J. Boo . N. Burnette, P. Ga� e, C. Chardon, H. Dayton, A. Middlebrook. Fourth rou: K. Gamble, C. Kelley, G. Greenly, J. Michel I. S. Gallagher, E. Ecklund. Fifth row: S. Murphy, R. Nchon, R. Ncwhart, J. Page, H. Repp, j. Rice. Sixth row: C. Thomai, M. Sivert� en, A. Sivcrtscn, S .Shepard on, M. Riley. Class of 1950 Ac the beginning of the year, the sophomore class elected Karen Gamble, president, and Helen Repp, secretary-treasurer, and then pushed eagerly ahead to the hockey field to put C. Kelley, H. Dayton, J. Boos, J. Rice, and P. Case on the varsity White team and M. McMillan, S. Murphy, C. Chardon and J. Mitchell on the varsity Blue team. When introducing the new girls to the old in the fall, the sophomore class won thunderous applause with their take-off on a Northrop assembly. Their first big project of the year came when the upper school united to give for the first time a Christmas bazaar in support of the Community Chest fund. The gals” in aprons behind counters at the food sale and waiting on tables before the style show were sophomores. Modeling for the sophomores in the style show were Joan Dietz and Caroline Kelley. A later project sponsored by the sophs was an informal dance in April. All profits went to the World Students Service Fund. There was a good orchestra, refreshments were sold, and everyone reported a good time. The fun at the sophomore picnic for the seniors was a perfect ending for a busy year for the Class of 1950 and their adviser, Miss Gray. 47 Back row: P. Colp, M. Beard. G Hamilton, M. Hudson, J. McCaull, M. Dayton, G Carroll, L. Bell, N. Quay, E. Seed, N. Wood-ard, S. Overholt. MiJJIe row: S. Head, G. Stephens, J. Howard, S. DesRochcrs, N. Osborne, K. Andrews, D. Robinson, S. Smith, M. Withart, S. Stahr, M. Erickson, O. Murphy. Front row: P. Goodman, G Van Fos sen, M. Johnston, H. Archambo, M. Farnand, C. Wedum. Seated on floor: A. Silverson, G Johnson, M. Patterson, T. Guthrie, J. Fullerton, H. Bros, M. Mitchell. Abtent: D. Dickey, M. White, G. Atwood. Class of 1951 As the largest class in the school this year, we claimed a large section of the Study Hall. We numbered forty strong. At the beginning of the year we gained ten new girls and one more after Christmas. During the first month of school we elected Mayes Wishart, president; Sallie Stahr, secretary; and Joyce Howard, treasurer. In March the Cooking and Sewing Club under the direction of our class sponsor, Mrs. Sicard, made new curtains for the library. In sports, we won the Junior High School ncwcomb tournament. Eight girls had parts in the Junior Dramatics production of Jeanne D'Arc. Wc were well represented on the Athletic, Entertainment, School Procedure, Public Relations, and Publications committees. Wc struggled through examinations and heaved a sigh of relief when they were over. Having suffered the trials and tribulations of any freshman class, we can now say: Wc came, wc saw, we conquered!” Wc have enjoyed our title of Freshmen” and our stay in the Study Hall, but shall be happy to move on to the League Study Hall and to assume the name of Sophomores.” 48 Back row: T. Alt, J. Amabury, P. MjcMillin. N. Altman, J. Paine, S. Brockman, M. Tinker, J. Pratt, B. Oiborne, S. Campbell, E. Atwater, H. DcHaven, L. Murray, M. Warner, B. Eckcnbcck. Center: C. Holdahl, I,. Langsam, P. MeGough, H. Case, M. Caron. S. VanFosten, P. McDonald. A. Cullen, P. McCabe, J. Cleveland, J. Moore, B. Wimmer. front row: N. Bros, S. Good, S. McCarthy, P. Maslon, R. Head, E. Burton, S. Jaffray. Class of 1952 The eighth grade is a grade where we do a lot of ''starting.” All of us start Algebra and most of us start Latin. The study of American Democracy is another important start. The new girls start slaving away at French. We start cooking and sewing. We start winning the seventh-eighth grade ncwcomb games. Maria Caron has started being president of the class with the help of her two secretaries, Patsy MeGough and Sandra Van Fossen. We have started a room library with a fine circulation of our favorite books. We started the Christmas fever by trimming the Christmas tree in the big hall. We start Junior Choir and Junior Dramatic Club in grade eight. The Junior Choir did a wonderful job at the Christmas program and the coming Dramatic Club play promises to be very good. One of the most important things we have started is the project to paint murals depicting the story of Hiawatha. All in all we have started to be eighth graders with a flourish. 49 Std'iJhiR: S. Gage. L. Hodgman, 7.. Warner, M. Harris E. Movers L. Arey, K. Brown, K. Kennedy, A. Chamberlain. Second rou : B. Murray, J. Stern, A. Dodge, R. Bennett, L. Nath, M. Gipton, G. Bom, K. Barrow , A. Pritchard, C. Crosby, S. Lampert, C Robinson, A. Nash, M. Amobury. Third row: B. Underwood, A. Loren , R. Hclfellinger, N. Beardsley. M. Roger . J. Merchant. J. Patterton, M. Fullerton. Abient: C. Holdahl, S. Hollern. Class of 1953 Although they are the newest addition to the Upper School, this full-of-fun, thirty-one” has started its trek upward. The class has gone forward in many ventures; members have served on the School Procedure, Public Relations, Entertainment and Athletic committees. Class officers were: President, Kathleen Kennedy, and Secretary-Treasurer, Catherine Brown. At Christmas the class showed its enthusiasm and steam in collecting many toys for the Welfare association. They have attended several social functions of the class, and particularly enjoyed that wonderful Christmas party the seniors gave for them. Once ever)’ two weeks many seventh graders saw the Women’s Club from the inside at the meetings of their dancing school. Under the guidance of Mrs. Goodale, the seventh grade story has ended happily, and they are looking forward to the sequel next year in the eighth grade. 50 B.uk row: J. Ebin, P. Van Duien, K. Bolandcr, B. Dvorak, M. BoruxJi. front ton: P. Phillip . A. WUhart, J. Morgan, F. Gracf, L. Hart, J. Sprague, B. Rice, M. Mullin, M. Velic, R. Caron, E. At wood, C. Turner, S. Hiatt. Sixth Grade During the past year the sixth grade has been preparing themselves to take their place in the upper school next year. Some of the things they did were to assist in the library, and to help the teachers serve at lunch. In the lower school chapel one of the sixth grade acted as monitor, and at the beginning of the united lower school and upper school chapel services, one of the sixth grade alw’ays held the flag during the pledge of allegiance. Every Tuesday morning at eleven o’clock Grade Six listened to Book Marks” on the radio, a program sponsored by The Minneapolis School of the Air.” On this program they heard stories about people from walks of life, who lived in different countries, and in many different periods of history. Through a story told about the starving European children, they filled numerous Red Cross boxes. At the beginning of February the sixth grade took part in a hobby show. They were also planning to make a mural in their Art class to decorate the wall of their classroom. 51 SestrJ: H. Snyder, P. Gibbs, J. Shevlin, J. Lcwin, P. Gage. B. Case, H. DeHaven. StenJing: N. Ncwcombe, E. Berg, S. Sandberg, S. Sandy, J. Lowry, B. Andreas, M. Bankc, J. Samueison, C. dcLaitirc, L. Andrews, J. Ritchie, S. Andrews. Absent: J. Varner. Fifth Grade The activities of the year started off with a very successful soap collection for the Friendship Train. On Tuesdays the fifth grade girls listened to the School of the Air broadcasts and to the President’s address (on Armistice Day). During the Thanksgiving and Christmas holiday season they decorated napkins and made holders which were sent to Glen Lake Sanitarium. Also at this time each girl contributed for the veterans at Glen Lake three packages of gum, six candy bars, fifty cents, and tabic placccards. Very appreciative thank you notes came from the recipients of these gifts. During the fall Mary Alice Bankc and Betty Jo Andreas gave a puppet show called the The Princess in the Tower” for the Kindergarten and grades one and two. The girls worked with Miss Cram in English and just before spring vacation they gave the play, The Coins of Lin Foo,” for grades one through four. 52 G. Bochrer, A. Brockman, C A. Funk, B. Crosby, S. Onan, G Lampc, L. Dodge, E. Light, F. Wibon, L. Nesbitt. Fourth Grade As the first day of school began for the lower school, and the fourth grade began to assemble in their room, there were among them, three new girls: Cheryl Lampc, Grctchcn Bochrer and Ann Brockman, who made the total of ten pupils. As the year went on the girls presented a play, Johnny AppJeseeJ, for the second and third grades. It was a great success and the entire fourth grade participated in it. With the help of our teacher, Mrs. Donald, the fourth grade had a display of beautiful story book dolls, ships, and various types of stones in the Hobby show which was given for the benefit of the community chest. The activity which we liked the best during the year was skating during our gym period. We want to thank Mrs. Donald for all her help and co-operation with our class. 53 S jriJing: J. NfcGaull, M. Gibbon . J. Onan, B. Pence, B. Goodman, C Halladay, M. Warner, S. Baker, P. Stephens, H. Gracf, F. Graham, S. Li � , S. Snyder, B. Grossman, J. Campbell, L. Samuelton, K. Moorrs, S. Kinnaird, A. Ribnick, J. bcaubairc. Srated: K. Mullin, M. Langsam, L. Andrews. Second and Third Grades The second and third grades this year, under the steadying hand of Miss Thompson, have had a whcc bang of a time”! For most of them, sports have had an irresistible appeal, although some feel that such childishness is a bit beneath their dignity, as they can actually read and write most maturely. However, for the spring chickens” who arc interested in such things, roller skating, jacks, jumping ropes, and monkey bars manage to hold a certain fascination, and some of the most graceful forms extended on the Northrop rink this winter belonged to the ambitious second and third graders. In the field of more serious problems, the year found these grades preoccupied with school drives such as the Community Fund, Red Cross, and March of Dimes, and with various other Lower School doin’s. Among these was the Hobby Show-, to which second and third graders contributed generously. Scholastically these energetic souls have kept themselves busy with the three R’s,” as well as with a third grade study of how the other sides of the world live.” This exhausting schedule might kill any other class, but not our enthusiastic second and third grade heroines—some fun, eh, kids! 54 SiJiuling: K. Kaiwr, M. J. Li , L. J. LaBounty, K. Peterson. Sitting: P. Chisholm, P. Plats, B. Stephens, C. McClure, B. Clapp, J. KotcnfcLi, L. Smith, K. Lipschult ., B. Taylor, M. Kirkpatrick, L. Kirkpatrick. Kindergarten and First Grade Miss Spurr’s announcement that Northrop would be co-educacional this year caused a great furor until she added, the kindergarten, that is.” During the year these Northrop innocents acquired some knowledge of the wide, wicked world in their travels to the grocery store, the Armory gardens, and the post-office. The kindergarten and the first grade have helped the Community Chest by contributions to the Lower School benefit hobby show; the kindergartner model in the Senior High School Christmas bazaar was one of the most admired ones there. These youngest Northropites enjoyed a Christmas party complete with songs, a tree, and handmade presents for their mothers. They learned to make apple sauce and accomplished the feat of eating their own cooking. The skating rink provided as much fun for these future Sonja Henie’s as they provide for their observers. People say that the first year is the hardest, so cheer up youngsters, the worst is past! C Caw, B. Melamed, L. Gage. N. Cook, M. Barrow , S. Dodge, J. Light, C Weaver, I.. Levine, L. Stein, K. Reed, A. Stephenson, G. Ovcrholt. Absent: S. Wright, M. Miller. N. C.S. CALENDAR, 1947-48 Sept. II—Upper School Opens— Farewell to Arm ” and thing . Sept. If—Lower School Open — Mary had a little lamb ... or wu it had. Sept. 19—Old Girl Party for the New— Walk into my parlor . . . Sept. 24—Lower School Open Home— Little Women. Nor. If—Y. P. Symphony— Music hath Charm.” Not'. 2f—Thanksgiving Holiday Begin — Over the river and through the . . . pumpkin pie? Dec. I—School Reopens!!!! Dec. 10—Bazaar—The Biggest, the Best, the Bargins !!! Dec. II—Faculty Tea for the Senior — She walk in Beauty. Dec. IS—Christmas Program— Hark!! The Northrop Angel Sing. Dec. I?—French Chapel— Notre Seigneur, qui cst aux C.icux. . . . Christmas Holidays Begin, Ring out the Old. . . . Dec. 29—Alumnae and Senior Brunch at Radisson— For they arc Jolly good Fellows . . .or so we hear. Jan. 6—School Reopens— Ring in the New. . . Jan. 16 17—Senior Dramatic Play, “Pride and Prejudice —Where all the world's a Stage. Jan. 20—Cheer Leading Contest— Yea . . . ah!!—Northrop!!! Jan. 22—Y. P. Symphony— To soothe the savage brca t. Jan. 2S—Midyear Examinations—Prisoner's Song. Feb. 2—Midyear Examinations. Feb. 4—Skating exhibition—Flashing blades . . . and Harriet Sutton. Feb. 6—League Dance— Dancing in the Dark. Feb. I — Time test IX-XII—Winner. Molly Duff!!! Feb. I f—League Party for VII-VIII. Feb. 2)—Holiday—Happy Birthday to you, George, we had fun too. March II—Y. P. Symphony— A Holiday for String . March IS—Spring Vacation Begins—When birds start tinging and young girls' fancies . . . well, you tell us. March )0—Spring vacation ends—And final only 6 weeks off. April i—Sophomore Dance— Arma virumque cano, didn't we though? April 14—Junior Dramatic Club Play— Joan of Arc. April 2)—Glee Club Operetta—' When I Wat a Lad. May 7—Piano Recital: Kitten on the Keys. May 17 21—Final Examinations— Now it the Hour. May 2t—Junior, Senior Prom— Three O'clock in the Morning. June 7 S—Commencement . . . The Beginning and the End. 58 Front row: Carolyn Cole, Martha Brown, Sue Bro , Sally Warner, Connie Wurtele, Barbara Finch, Betty Sutton, Harriett Day-ton, Cici Cleveland. Back row: Marilyn McGandy, Joan Siverling, Barbara Damon, Kiren Gamble. The Northrop League The League Council is made up of eight League officers, the class presidents and the class representatives from grades 10-12. Meetings of the various committees and of the Council were held almost every week. This year, the Council decided to have separate officers, and committees from the Junior High School. Each junior chairman was under her respective vice-president and was elected from the freshman class. This was a distinct change in the government of Northrop. It proved to be an excellent one and many good suggestions were made and carried out through the year. A traffic committee was organized under the chairmanship of Joanie Fullerton. Connie Wurtcle was elected chairman of the clean-up committee. The Council wishes to express its thanks to Cici Cleveland for her excellent leadership and to Miss Spurr and Miss Goodale for their interest and guidance. Respectfully submitted, Harriett Dayton, secretary of the League 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 Cici Cleveland Martha Brown _ Sally Warner Carolyn Cole ____ Sue Bros Betty Sutton_____ Barbara Finch Harriett Dayton 59 COMMITTEE M. Brown—Chairman C. Cleveland J. Silverling M. Bennett K. Harper B. Gray J. Fullerton M. McGandy M. Duff M. Morse C. Wurtele K. Gamble Faculty Advisor Miss Pease Senior and Junior School Procedure COMMITTEE K. Kennedy G. Atwood M. Caron L. Langsom E. Mooers M. Wishart---Chairman M. Patterson L. Bell A. Warner Faculty Advisor Miss Blodgett 60 COMMITTEE S. Warner—Chairman B. Hanmer—Secretary H. Burton—Treasurer B. Schmitt L. Jamison M. Ladd J. Robertson M. Sivertson N. Wiegand E. Bidwell n ri n ri r- Girls giving food for Thanksgiving baskets Public Relations and Publications Tatler” Board at work BOARD C. Cole H. Winton B. Barber J. Hiatt J. Ronning M. Tuttle E. Barry B. Damon A. Boos M. Molan 61 Athletics Committee Sue Bro —Chairman Mary Gamble—White Captain Marjorie Gibbs—Blue Captain Elizabeth Regan Nancy Haley Carla Skcllet Patty Donovan Jean Boot Jean Rice Jane Mitchell Miss Shoemaker—Faculty Adviser Firtt row: E. Bidwcll, S. Swjn, K. Harper. C. Thoma . M. MacMillan, C. Kelley, J. Hiatt, R. Nelson, D. Drcve� , D. Sparboe. SfconJ row: N. Haley, B. Damon, M. Zierold, J. Archambo, J. Fouccn, B. Triiko, M. Rice, G. Rice, A. Hudson, J. Ncilson. Third row: M. Molan, M. Gibbs, C Skellet, N. Burnett, J. Pane, M. Bennett, J. Mitchell, B. Schmitt, M. Brown, M. Tuttle. Glee Club The Glee Club, with a membership of thirty-one girls from the Upper School, made its first appearance at the chapel program just before Thanksgiving, and sang ’'Praise Ye the Lord” by Gounod. At the Christmas program they sang several numbers with Martha Brown, Sonya Sw’an, Robyn Nelson, and Sue Shcpardson singing solos. The operetta, H.M.S. Pinafore” was the club’s major for the year, presented on April 23. Feminine leads were Martha Brown, Caroline Thomas, Sonja Stvan. Male leads were sung by Sue Shcpardson, Jacqueline Page, Robyn Nelson, Betty Trisko, and Marian Zierold. The stage crew worked like beavers on the stage set, but the results tvcrc rewarding. The audience seemed convinced that Her Majesty’s ship, The Pinafore” was quite authentic. The rollicking music had everyone humming it for days afterwards. Much credit is due Miss Space for the excellent quality of the Glee Club’s work. Officers were Jean Ncilson, president; Gloria Rice, vice-president; Marguerite Tuttle, secretary; Sue Shcpardson, librarian. I 64 Dramatic Clubs At its first meeting the Senior Dramatic Club began its search for a play suitable for the annual production. The difficult search was well rewarded by the success of its find, Pride and Prejudice, with Sonya Swan, Gay Greenly, Allen Grossman, and George Fried in the leading roles. Flowers, the photographers, and a two-night stand made the cast and crews feel very professional. After midyear several one-act plays were given, for the fun and experience of the members. The speech classes of the junior and senior grades gave one-act plays and readings during open meetings of the Senior Dramatic Club. After spring vacation the Senior Dramatic Club began work with Blake Dramatic Association on the annual Northrop-Blakc joint production which this year was Death Takes a Holiday. The popularity of this play was assured by the understanding direction of Miss Cram and the kind help of Mr. Jones. The officers of the 1947-48 Senior Dramatic Club were Barbara Barber, president, Elizabeth Aurand, secretary, and Molly Duff, business manager. The Junior Guild presented The legend of the Moor’s Legacy from Washington Irving’s Tales of the Alhambra. The Junior Dramatic Club gave Jeanne D'Arc by Emma G. Stern. Elisabeth Aurand Barbara Barber Sue Bros Hazel Burton Polly Case Christine Chardon Harriet Dayton Molly Duff Barbara Finch Sharon Gallagher Karen Gamble Mary Gamble Gay Greenly Jean Hiatt Louise Jamieson Marilyn McGandy Nancy Nelson Robyn Nelson Ann Newhart Jacquelyn Page Elisabeth Regan Helen Repp Jean Rice Marylyn Rice Judy Running Ann Sivcrtson Betty Sutton Sonya Swan Elisabeth Trisko Constance Vi’urtlc 65 Academy Award, 1947 TRUSTEES’ AWARD Georgia Bea verson Judith Barker Peggy Dcs Roc hers WELLESLEY COLLEGE AWARD Highest honors in English Suzanne Sessions SMITH COLLEGE AWARD Highest honors in French Suzanne Sessions VASSAR AWARD Highest honors in Social Studies Judith Barker WHEATON COLLEGE AWARD Highest honors in Latin Kathryn Harper WELLS COLLEGE AWARD Highest scholastic honors in Senior Class Jean Gcggic 67 — — THE VISITOR It was still raining—a slow, grey, gentle rain, that solemnly made a leisurely path along the cracked window pane. She paused, hairpin held precariously between her teeth, and surveyed herself carefully in the glass. Really, she did look nice—this with a bit of a nod and a wink. Blue had always been her color. It was important today—important to make him proud of her, to make him love her. She pinned a lock of white hair over the thinning place and fastened her amber beads. She could already feel him looking at her, admiring her dress, her necklace, saying, in his impetuous, boyish way, Gee, Aunt Lyd—the years haven’t changed you a bit. You look wonderful!” And she would smile fondly and say (she was certain that he would be the same) “Nor you, Larry; you’re the same boy I’ve always known—my favorite nephew!’’ And then—then they would talk, loud and long enough to make the very walls stare and gossip too, and they would have tea and those wonderful little walnut cakes that the ladies’ aid had sent only last week—she had won a hard victory in persuading Miss Newton to give up her share of the cakes—, and finally he would go, reluctantly, promising to write her once a week, and she would be left with a memory perfect enough to last a lifetime. He had written her several letters, the last only a month or so ago, and they had been wonderful. She kept them in her top drawer under the rose sachet, saving them to show with ill-concealed pride to the other ladies, or to pore over by herself when the nights were lonely, and the small cough in her chest particularly annoying. She was sure by the tone of them that he had not really changed, that he had the same impish sparkle in his eye, the same careless grace, the same little boy lovablcncss that had always endeared him to her. Perhaps, though, and this she might wish for a little, he had grown a trifle more dignified, a bit steadier, a little more like his father, her adored younger brother. Perhaps— But, gracious! Here she was fooling away her time in silly dreams (the way she so often did) and the fat clock on the bureau was whispering respectfully that he was to arrive at three, and here it was, quarter of, and time for her to go downstairs! She gave the mirror a final, loving glance and, gathering her most poised manner about her like a cloak, softly closed the door behind her. As she went slowly down the hall, she heard a latch click quietly, and reflected with lofty pity that she had probably been observed by curious little Miss Bird. Poor Miss Bird—she had no family, no nephew . . . not a soul in the world cared whether she lived or died. She looked at Miss Bird’s door and smiled for pure thankfulness. The stairs were hard today, but not as hard as usual, and she trembled a little with excitement as she grasped the banister more firmly. The faded, festive guest parlor was all ready and eager for a lady who was to receive visitors. A fire was laid in the grate, and the moth-eaten paper flowers in the big corner vase had been rearranged so that only the newer, brighter ones showed. The pale afternoon light was kind to the old, tired furniture, and the yellowed lace curtains looked almost pretty from a slight distance. With a sigh of self-contentment, she sat down to wait for him. He would sit there, in that very rocker opposite her, and the firelight would flicker on his handsome features. Perhaps she would pour his tea and— She heard footsteps on the front porch, the sound of the bell, and she held her breath for a moment. Her hands flew to her hair. She patted a few little wisps into place and heard the hearty voice of Mr. Vale, the postman, talking to Miss Lindstrom, the nurse. Not a fit day out, I will say! National Geographic here for Miz Murphy, ’n a postcard for Miss Newton.” The door slammed against Mr. Vale’s brisk voice, and she relaxed once more. He would be here any moment now, any moment. Why, even now he was probably getting off the corner bus—hurrying up the block. She walked over to the window and looked out. There was nobody there except a wet cat under the front gate; nobody, yet. Restlessly, she returned to the plush chair, her vantage point and throne. At three-thirty she heard a discreet tap at the door behind her head. She glanced quickly at the mantle clock—this was the moment—he was really here! Restraining her voice, she managed a beautiful, dignified Come in!” 70 Miss Lindstrom entered, carrying a chipped china tray and the tea things. She stopped in obvious confusion. Excuse me. I thought—that is—Miss Neville, your guest —I mean, you said three-thirty, and, cr—well, why don’t I just put these things down here for now? Yes, you may as well. I am certain that my nephew will arrive shortly. Oh, yes. I’m sure he will, of course.” Miss Lindstrom, still slightly apologetic for her error, hurried from the parlor leaving her alone once more. The fire was no longer burning as brightly as it had been, and far in the distance she could hear a church bell. The self-righteous clock ticked monotonously on and on, and quarter of four came slowly around. Across the street the street lamps were being lighted, and they shone like stars through the blue twilight. She gazed at the chinawarc on the little low table, glazed in the light of the embers. Perhaps—oh, but he had promised! The walnut cakes were slowly beginning to sag on their brave platter. A glowing log cracked and made a snapping sound. In the heavy silence of the dim room, she could hear plainly her own shallow breathing and the relentless ticking of the smug clock. At half past four Miss Lindstrom, gently solicitous, appeared in the doorway. My, but this weather is bad! I imagine it’s stopped your young man from coming out today. Well, dinner's at five, you know, Miss Neville. Perhaps you’d better run upstairs and take a little cat-nap first, though. You look a bit tired. Yes—yes—go upstairs. Thank you, I am rather fatigued. Not coming! Not coming! No, he was not coming today, or any other day. He was young, and gay, and so energetic. Why would he want to waste his valuable time paying dull calls on a boring old lady, spending an afternoon in a gloomy old ladies’ home? He was so youthful and carefree—why should he care for a queer old maiden aunt? Why, indeed? Halfway up the stairs, her self-contempt turned to something else. As she groped her way past Miss Bird’s door, her amber beads broke and scattered, and in bending to pick them up, she realized, in the dark gloom, that it was still raining. Jean Hiatt, XII Prose, First Prize THE TEACHERS Upon my little hill, the trees Bow politely to the breeze, Dancing and swinging, bending and swaying. Whispering, snickering, smilingly saying That they have a knowledge compounded of years, Cheerful as buttercups, sober as tears. You arc eternally re-rearranging. But we arc forever content and unchanging. Their branches arc shining, and close to the skies. Perhaps they are wiser than I have been wise. Jean Hiatt, XII First Prize, Poetry THE TALE OF SHINING STAR Part I In the ancient world of wonder, Days that long ago have vanished. Is an old and mystic forest. Where some long forgotten streamlet Wends its way, as does my story. Through the lost and long forgotten. By this streamlet in the forest. Sits an old man pondering, thinking 71 Of the time of youth departed From his old and ageless figure, Thinking of a brave young warrior Coming from the hunt victorious. Coming home triumphant only From the battles with the spirits. He had taunted all the spirits, Taunted them with jests and laughter. Saying, Who of you can harm me? And they took his jests in silence, Waiting, hoping for the moment, For the moment long appointed, Then he thought of his young daughter, Of her running in the forest, Of her weaving in the wigwam. He had loved his little daughter Since the day her mother left them. Now she’d grown to be a woman; She, whose beauty was as starlight Gleaming softly on the meadow, Flashing quickly o’er the forest, Shining brightly from the heavens. None on earth could e’er surpass her. They had come and stol’n her from him While the night lay o’er the wigwam. And had left him there to mourn her, Mourn the lovely Indian maiden. Shining Star, the fair and lovely. Part II So it came to pass that fortnight That the old man left his homeland, Left his people far behind him, As he sailed off toward the northland, Sailed off toward the farthest northland, Guided by the shining starlight. And he asked of all who met him, Have you seen my shining starlight?” And they said, We’ve seen no starlight, Neither have we seen the sunlight, For the darkness is upon us, And it covers all the northland With its long and inky fingers.” So he traveled farther northward Till he saw the greatest tepee. ’Twas the tepee of the northwind, Colored blue and streaked with scarlet, Green and yellow spun around it, As it floated in the heavens. But the spirits came upon him As he traveled in the northland. Threw him far into the heaven, To the endless evening twilight. But he still is searching for her. Round and round the earth he travels Looking for a bit of starlight. And the men on earth stand watching, Laughing, There’s the sun of evening, Looking for his daughter, Starlight, But she stands there right behind him 72 If he’d only turn and see her. For she’s in the northern heaven, Changed into the northmost north star. Northern star that guides the traveler.” Nancy Altman, VIII First Prize, Junior Group DISSECTION OF AN ENGLISH TEACHER Having been subjected to some eight years of studying the grammar, literature, and history of the English speaking peoples and having possessed the required number of teachers for this science, I have had the unusual desire to analyze the heart and brain of one of the afore-mentioned persons. I have chosen to examine both of these important organs because they are so closely allied, anatomically speaking. Because of this novel yearning, I went to a friend of mine who has been studying medicine and psychology for many years and asked him to become my accomplice in this strange experiment. After some thoughtful hesitation he assented and, equipped with the appropriate instruments, we began our operation. I picked as the objects of our investigation the heart and cerebrum of a teacher, recently deceased, who had taught Nineteenth Century Literature in a local college. This selection was prompted by the fact that she was so representative of all English teachers. Our first step was to clear away, very carefully, the pericardium or outer casing of the heart, so as not to damage the attachments of this organ to the diaphragm, since we wished to examine our subject in its natural state before going on with further dissection. We found this membrane, not hard as anticipated, but considerably tender, though not flexible. After this examination we severed the large blood vessels which keep the heart in position. To our amazement we discovered that it contained a brownish fluid. After making several tests, we found it to be comprised mainly of a strong alkaloid, probably caffeine. My friend deduced that this liquid was significant in maintaining the alertness of the mind and body especially late at night, thus enabling the teacher to prepare arduous examinations and assignments for her pupils. The logic of our assumption was proved later on by the noticeable wear and tear on the brain. Now that the heart was completely freed from its fastenings, we laid it on a table and started a new experiment on the ventricles. As is already known, the beating which one hears is due to the contraction of these organs. This contraction forces the point of the heart to strike against the pericardium. By means of a scientific apparatus composed of artificial veins and arteries and a red fluid substituted for blood, we caused the heart to beat as it had originally done. The rhythm of the beating was irregular and seemed to produce first a short, light beat and then an accented one. This continued for five measures, and then, after a short pause, the beating was repeated. The significance was only too obvious to me after I recalled my sophomore English course in prosody. Unable to find anything more unusual about the heart, we began on the brain. After its removal from the head, we bisected it lengthwise and were confronted with a minute but almost perfect filing system among the folds of the gray matter. Extraordinary was the fact that these tissues were similar to the leaves of a book. Upon closer investigation we saw that there were tiny labels on the index. Some of these labels read Quotation (elegies),” Standard Rules of English Grammar,” Quotations (sonnets),” and The English Empire (871-?).” The one marked Shakespeare” was perhaps the most amply supplied, equipped with references to Anne Hathaway, Shakespeare’s boyhood in Stratford, his comedies and tragedies, and his sonnets. On account of the large 73 quantity of this learning we were not able to read it all, but went on with further inspection. After more probing we were astonished to find a small, crescent shaped lamp of ancient origin which contained a tiny flame in one end. The flame was composed of gaseous vapors causing it to burn unceasingly. This was evidently the lamp of knowledge which inhabits everyone’s brain, but only in the minds of teachers does it seem to blaze almost unfailingly. The nerve fibers which give out impulses and the end-organs which receive impressions found their source in the base of this lamp where new information is stored and then filed on the index cards. There was a wide passage from this base to the tongue which made for free and swift transportation of knowledge when speaking. Thus ended our remarkable experiment which, though it will never become known outside of this English class, was successful in satisfying my long burning curiosity. With deepest apologies to Joseph Addison. Dorothy Witt, XI Prose, Second Prize RIDING WEATHER For riding I like crisp fall weather ’Cause fall and riding go together. Brown leaves falling everywhere As we come trotting pair by pair; Into a canter then we break. Moving briskly around the lake. Brown leaves, gray skies, crisp fall weather. That and riding go together. Betts Dvorak, VI Second Prize, Junior Group MOODS March Upward pointed a tree’s long fingers To show a grandfather snowbank life. But the snowbank laughed, a soft, moist laughter, To feel the sun’s sharp, yellow knife. Sleep The night fades, imperceptibly, To meet moon music from afar. My world slips out from under me, And leaves me, silent, on a star. Midnight Above my head, against the sky. The silver trees were holding hands. I shunned my world, but told the lie Only to the silent sands. Jean Hiatt, XII Second Place, Poetry 74 THE MISSING RUNG Briskly I wended my way through the crowd on the street into the park, past a man completely absorbed in his newspaper, past a Park Avenue debutante dressed to the teeth, and certainly meriting my low, appreciative whistle, past a stray mongrel, past a school girl in need of some new clothes, and past a rich banker sporting a shiny, new, gold-topped walking stick. My! The world was strange! So many people of different walks of life living, prospering, and begging in the same city, on the same street! When I entered the park my steps became lighter. My spirits soared. I could almost feel the difference between the street, the sewers of which were still draining away the slushy, dirty. New York snow, and the park with its beautiful, velvety grass, thick like a carpet and refreshed from the first spring rain. The trees were beginning to bud, and the flowers to peep out of the ground into the warm sunlight shining down from the blue, cloudless sky, so recently gray. Children were playing the usual spring games, running about in utter joy and yelling, You’re it! No, you didn’t tag me! Hey! I'm over here!” Their jubilant shouts lifted my heart! Nurses and mothers were taking their babies out for their first breath of spring air, the fresh air I too found so sweet. I thought to myself that soon I would reach my bench where I might enjoy the spring from a sitting position. This brisk pace of mine was making me breathless, and I could feel the first beads of perspiration slowly roll down my forehead. However, it would not do to slow up and be late for work this afternoon. I calmed myself. Soon I’ll be on my bench. I’ll be able to tell it as soon as I see it, for it has a missing rung on the back. You know that was what first attracted me to it. You won’t understand unless I explain; so I’ll begin from the start. During World War II I was the personnel manager of a factory. In peace time it had made kitchen utensils, but then it manufactured mess hall equipment, special kits for soldiers, etc. It was essentially a war factory. Therefore, because I had two children and my job was essential, I wasn’t drafted. All of us worked hard and long hours. Our factory even won one of those E” flags, which was a great honor. I’ll never forget that day of rejoicing! A bunch of us went to a beer joint and got exquisitely slap-happy.” But Mary didn’t mind; she was just as proud as she could be—of the flag, I mean. Those were great days for Mary. My pay envelope was fatter than it ever had been, and in spite of the high prices and income taxes it went a long way. Her clothes were smarter and better than usual, and I was glad. She had earned it, for she had gone without many things when we were first married. Mary accomplished wonders with food in spite of rationing and shortages. We ate better than ever before. We even gave parties, which in other times we could not have afforded. The children also had profited by the war. They were going to the best schools and were enjoying plays and operas which educated them. They were proud of me, and I of them. It pleased me greatly to give them some of the things w'hich before the war could not have been theirs. To some of us in the world the war was a blessing. I’m not saying that wfc forgot all the horrible things it brought, or that we didn't do our best to stop it; but to a few it brought fortune. We celebrated with the rest of them on VJ Day and rejoiced that the world was at last free from tyranny and that people might live again with their rights and the four freedoms. Who would have thought that times would change the way they did when the war was over? Soon after the war my world fell apart. My employer, an old man of sixty, because of the strains of war had a heart attack and died. Since he had no heirs interested in the factory, the plant was closed down; so I was without work. I wasn’t worried at the time; we’d saved a few thousand dollars during the war; and everybody said the cost of living was coming down in the very near future. Well, Mary was a peach! She encouraged me. You’ll get a job soon,” she said. Everything will be all right again. Just be patient!” Sounds good, doesn’t it? I thought so, but in a few months without a job even happy-go-lucky I began to wonder, for I was turned down everywhere I went. Take this interview, for example: I walked into a beautiful office and noticed all the plush furnishings, which re- 75 minded me of the ones I had once had, modern comfortable chairs, blond side tables with all the latest magazines stacked neatly on them. There were valuable paintings and a thick carpet too. I padded over to the secretary and told her I had an appointment. She replied, Yes, Mr. Carton, you have an appointment. Please sit down and make yourself comfortable. It’ll be just a minute before Mr. Peppery will be ready.” I said, Thank you,” and sat and sat one hour. Then after what seemed like an eternity, I was ushered into Mr. Peppery’s office. Mr. Carton?” he questioned. Yes, I’m Mr. Carton.” You were looking for a job, I believe. A personnel manager you were before, correct?” Quite right, sir. I’d like something in that line. Is there anything open?” Anything would have been all right, I was getting desperate. Have you your references with you?” he asked. No, I have none. My employer died a short while ago. That’s why the factory closed down,” I answered. Um-m,” he murmured, You aren’t a war veteran then?” No, I—. My job was—.” Now I am sorry, Mr. Carton, but our jobs have been reserved for ex-servicemen lately. That’s the policy of the firm. It’s too bad, for 1 did have just the job for you.” Thank you anyway,” I said, You've been very kind.” I walked out, completely crushed again. It was snowing when I reached the street, and as I pulled up my coat collar, I wondered how long it would last. Everytime it was the same thing. No references! Only ex-servicemen! What was I to do? Wasn’t a man supposed to live if he wasn’t a veteran? I had been patriotic too. I had worked hard, perhaps harder. Who knows? The cost of living hadn’t come down, and our three thousand was going fast. Already we had tightened our belts considerably. If the spring of my life didn’t come soon, I’d be ruined. The winter had been and still was hard and long. Again I must face Mary, but I knew what she’d say. Any luck today, John?” No,” I’d murmur. Oh, that’s too bad; maybe tomorrow. Your break will come soon. I know it will. Now you just sit down. I’ve got some hot stew ready here for you. Poor Mary! This was hard on her. She tried not to show it, but her face was thinner, and she was losing weight. Still she did not crack, but kept encouraging me. The children too had felt it, for they had to give up things they had become accustomed to. This was an added misery for both Mar)' and me. My pride was horribly broken, and I had not the courage to tell Mary I’d failed again. However, I just pulled my collar tighter and trudged on homeward through the snow. This happened again and again, and yet again, but still Mary urged, The time will come.” One day in late February I was in one of my despondent moods walking through the park. It was a dreary day, and the wind was blowing. The swaying trees were bare and icy; the sky gray. I scuffed along trying not to slip on the icy walk. I don’t really know what it was doing out; some mixture of ice, snow, and rain was falling down at intervals. As I walked along, my mind was in a turmoil as to what drastic step 1 was to take. Should I commit suicide and leave my family insurance?” Then I saw the bench. It had a missing rung on the back. It reminded me of myself. The winter had been too long for it too. It also was broken like my spirit. For a brief moment I forgot myself, and I felt strangely sorry for the bench and compelled to sit down upon it. There I sat for more than an hour thinking about Mary and how much she and the children deserved. I must rally for them, I told myself firmly. Then I remembered a rumor about an opening in some big firm. What was it? I must remember now. Ah! The General Fortune, Inc. I’ll go there and here’s hoping—. I got up and rushed off, a new man, full of hope. I got the position at an even higher salary than the one before. That night I rushed home and told Mary and the kids. John, I knew that some day our luck would turn,” she said. Then we celebrated the spring of our lives. 76 Now you know why 1 like that bench so much, and why on the first day of spring this year I must go and sit there. Here it is. My bench. What? The rung has been replaced! The spring for it too has come, and its dilapidation needs no pity any more. It has been repaired. Again it resembles me. We are alike, this bench and I; we have the same ups and downs. Right now together we will enjoy the passing of the winter and the coming of the spring. I sat down, stretched my legs and thought of the summer to come. Cynthia Hamilton, IX Honorable Mention THE MOUSE’S STORY Grandpa, grandpa!” cried a tiny voice from inside a quiet stable. Grandpa, grandpa!” again it sounded, this time louder. Yes, my son, what is it?” came the reply. Tell me a Christmas story,” said a little mouse. Well, I don’t know very many, but I’ll try,” said an old mouse. It has no name, but it goes like this.” In a little corner of a big church sat a little mouse. He was sad at heart and hungry and cold. He seemed to be waiting for something, for in his eyes you could see that he was anxious .As he waited, another mouse crept up to him and said, I wonder when they arc coming!” I hope it’s very soon. Hush! What’s that I hear?” came the reply. They’re here! Oh, look! There they are!” cried the second mouse. Down the aisle of the church strode angels clad in white. They were bearing candles, and they were beautiful to sec. Aren’t they lovely?” cried the first mouse. Down the aisle they came, singing and praying. The mice always sang with them, for the angels came every year at Christmas time. Suddenly the littlcst mouse ran over to the angel who was leading them and stopped at his feet. The old angel bent down and blessed the little mouse and touched him on his forehead, and where the angel touched him, his forehead became very white. Grandpa!” cried the little mouse, who was listening to the story, your forehead is white too! Arc you the mouse that the angel blessed?” Could be,” chuckled the old mouse, could be.” Pamela Van Dusen Honorable Mention, Junior Group CHILDHOOD When the first spring thaw sets in, the muddy streets become miniature flood areas of small streams rushing aimlessly about. It is then, more than at any other time of the year, that I would like to drag out my once treasured possessions and once more step back into my happily remembered childhood. I remember those glorious windswept spring days when we would sail nutshell boats down gutter streams. We thought of these small rivulets as mighty rivers upon which only the most daring and dashing adventurer would sail. When this palled on us, we would drag out our roller skates for the first time and attempt to skate around the puddles of melting snow. Finally those cold exciting spring days would disappear like snow under a hot sun; and once more the long, drowsy months would lie ahead of me. I cannot attempt to describe all the wonderful green and gold-filled days we spent in picnics and swimming at the large noisy beaches that were filled with fun-loving crowds. The picnics consisted of sand-filled sandwiches and dripping ice-cream cones, but oh, how good they tasted! The swimming was like entering a new world as we dived down deep into the blue-green coolness of the water to hunt for smooth white shells and odd-shaped rocks that were nestled in the pale yellow, sugar like sand. These hot and effortless days 77 were also spent in drinking large, cold sweating glasses of lemonade and in playing little-girl games under the deep, cool shade of large oak trees. In the long, warm, twilight evenings after supper the whole neighborhood gang” would congregate at the appointed house, and a lively and exhausting game of Washington’s Poke,” Hide and Seek,” or Blind Man’s Bluff” would ensue. When at last the final, faint, glimmering light had been dragged down out of the sky by the sun, we would trudge home, dirty and tired, to a scrubbing brush and cool, clean sheets. When the long summer at last came to an end, and I had morc-or-lcss become used to the idea of school again, I would be whisked down town by my busy mother in order that I might be outfitted with new brown oxfords, a plaid jumper or two, and a sensible” winter coat. Every fall I had to go through this same ritual because for some reason I seemed to have grown enormously during the summer. I remember the smell of the newly reopened school on that first day, the smell of newly varnished desks, and of the clean blackboards that had been scrubbed to shining brightness. I often thought that these blackboards must have undergone the same treatment that I had at the hands of my relentless mother. I remember how the polished windows glistened in the'sun, how at the first meeting with my old friends I felt a trifle ill at ease because they seemed so strange in their spotless new clothes and their unusually tidy hair and clean faces. However, the red and gold brilliance of fall was not all wasted in classrooms. After school we would race home to play in the piles of crisp, newly fallen leaves that later became roaring bonfires of leaping flames that we would watch with delight. In the gloomy rain and sleet filled days of November a warm, cozy house became a haven in which we would build tents and forts or play with the dolls which were forgotten so quickly on sunshiny and more ambitious days. These indoor games lasted only until the first fall of light, feathery snowflakes drew us out of doors. When we were once out in the glistening, diamond-flecked snow', a row-dy game of Fox and Geese” would occupy us until we would attempt a rather lopsided snowman or make angels” in the snow. Where should I stop these w-andering reminiscences of childhood? They seem to go on like the small, aimless streams of melted snow- that rush about in the gutters of the streets. I shall not stop these thoughts; I’ll only tuck them aw'ay at the back of my mind until another day. Judith Ronninc, Xlf Honorable Mention HIAWATHA’S RETURN In The Valley of the Shadow,” On The Islands of the Blessed,” In The Kingdom of Ponemak” Hiawatha long had rested, Rested he and meditated. Meditated, often sadly. On the actions of the white-man. Of the white-man he had welcomed Long ago to Gitchc Gurnee By the shining Big Sea Water. Meditated, often sadly, On the actions of his people. Once a great united nation, Scattered now and sadly feeble. Scattered far and scattered w-idely, Scattered now' and sadly parted From the shores of Gitchc Gurnee, From the shining Big Sea Water, From the land of the Dacotahs, Sweeping Westward, wild and woeful. 78 Meditated on his vision. On his vision long ago Sent to him by the Great Spirit, Gitche Manito, the mighty, The Great Spirit, the creator. Visioned he the Westward marches Of the unknown crowded nations, People striving, toiling, struggling. Speaking many tongues but feeling One great heart-beat in their bosoms. Remembered how with hand extended He had welcomed with his tribesman, Welcomed Black Robe—Chief, the Prophet, Welcomed also his companions, Welcomed to his land the white man. So the heart of Hiawatha, Moved by worry for his people. Moved by actions of the white-man, Moved by fighting of his people, Weakened, warring, with each other; Pleaded now with Gitche Manito, Pleaded that he, Hiawatha, As a spirit might return now To his sadly weakened people To give them of his strength and wisdom. Straightway rose he to his people, Rose and glided through the heavens. Soaring with the moving cloud banks. With the moving soft, white cloud banks, Ever, ever toward his people. Hiawatha’s ardent spirit Tarried long among his people, Never visible but guiding, Guiding surely, these his people Toward a better way of living, Made them feel the joy of giving Of themselves to help another. Made them strive for peace again In all hearts and through all nations. Toni Alt, VIII Honorable Mention, Junior Group TO A SOPHOMORE Come back in two years, And I’ll worship the brain That I hope you’ll possess When I sec you again. You’re shallow; you’re callow; You bore me to tears, But when you have lived—ah! Come back in two years! Jean Hiatt, XII Honorable Mention 79 THE JESTER The king’s jester did wear him out With endless jokes and puns. A jolly joker was the fool. And only punned in fun. But stop his laughter soon would he. For he would have to die. The desperate king condemned the fool To hang from gallows high. The clown was in a sadder mood When dawn arrived that day. He walked up to the scaffolding; The priest began to pray. The rope was ’round the dc-ruffcd neck. When messengers came riding. Post-haste they made their horses go To bring the happy tiding. The proclamation brought was this: The king had changed his mind. The fool could live, but no more puns, (As clowns were hard to find). The fool was overjoyed, but to Temptation he gave way. He crowed, No noose is good news.”— They hanged him there that day. Anne Newhart, X Honorable Mention SEVEN LITTLE ELVES IN CLOUDLAND No!” I won’t!” You can’t make me! Never!” It’s too cold! It hurts my hands!” Shan’t!” It was early morning in Cloudland and all the elves were asleep except for the Berk family. All seven of the little Berks were shouting in protest at the idea of having to make snowflakes so early in the morning because they all wanted to do something else on this particular morning. Snooty and Snoopy, the twins, wanted to go cloudskating. Pesky, the littlcst who was always asking questions, wanted to slide on the big cloud hill. Gustaf, whom they called Gus, wanted to try out his new cloud skates. Trinket wanted to play with her puff doll and Sleepy, who was always sleeping, wanted to stay in bed all day. Andrew, whom everyone called Andy even though he didn’t like the name, wanted to read more of Lakespear’s plays out of a book he had received for his birthday. Still, Papa and Mama Berk had their minds set; so the seven protesting elves went straight to the snowmaking cloud. Papa’s last words before he went off were, I’ll be back by five o’clock tonight.” The moment he left. Sleepy went over to a candy cotton tree, sat down, leaned his head against it, and fell aslccp.Trinkct strolled over to the snow bank, and even though she was the one who said it was too cold, she picked some snow up and began molding a doll. Snooty and Snoopy took out a pad of peppermint paper and a candy stick pencil and started to draw. Andy started quoting Lakespear’s sayings, and Gus was busy answering Pesky’s questions. Hours passed. Then suddenly Trinket jumped up with a start and shrieked, It’s four o’clock.” 80 It’s what?” yawned Sleepy, who had finally awakened. It’s four o’clock,” answered Trinket. Papa’s coming to get us at five o’clock, isn’t he?” asked Pesky. That’s just it. It’s four o’clock now and we haven’t done any work.” Art thou worried over such a simple matter?” asked Andy with an air. Snooty, Snoopy, and Gus had already started making snowflakes when Sleepy said, I have an idea. Let’s all make one big ball of snow and send it down to earth, and it will cover everything. Besides, it will be much easier.” 'Let’s!” the rest shouted, and they all went to work except Sleepy, who silently crept back to the candy cotton tree and went to sleep. He felt he had done enough. Half an hour later the big ball of snow was finished. They woke Sleepy, and he sleepily helped them push the big ball over to the edge of the cloud. They all gave a push, and the big ball of snow went tumbling downward with all seven little elves hanging onto it. Unfortunately, after they pushed they forgot to let go, and they went down also. So, please, if you ever sec a big snowball with seven tiny elves hanging onto it, will you kindly send them back to Cloudland? It’s very important! You sec their mother wants them to wash their faces. They forgot to that morning. Judith Morgan Honorable Mention, Junior Group L. S. CRUIKSHANKS I remember when he came to work for us thirteen years ago. His name, Lionel S. Cruikshanks, was most unsuitable to his type; so in our childlike frankness we began calling him Fat” partly because we could not remember his real name but mostly because Fat” was so descriptive of his amazing shape. I often wonder what he thought when we, then five children under the age of nine, addressed him in this manner, but he accepted the name graciously and soon was known only as Fat S. Cruikshanks” by everyone. After Fat” had been with us for three years, he told us the story of his unhappy childhood in Ticondcroga, New York. I can remember my brothers and sister listening awe-stricken when he told us that his father had made him pay for all his own clothing by selling pencils at the age of five. He said that when he was nine, he decided to run away from home. He wrung our childish hearts with his melodramatic account of kissing his sweet old mother good-bye” and hopping a cattle freight going West. He went across the border into Canada and got a job pulling stink-weed at five cents an acre on a wheat farm. He severed all his home connections by never writing to his mother and consequently led a vagrant life, which soon led to heavy drinking. At this point he stopped telling us his story. We sensed his hesitancy and obediently sat in silence awaiting the next episode, but we never heard more. When he came to us he stopped drinking entirely. I never knew just why this was so, but I do remember seeing Mother talking firmly to him upon several occasions. I recall one picture of him standing hang-dog by the gate. They talked in low tones, but I knew that Mother was reproaching him. I also knew vaguely that the situation was in some way connected with the unexplained absence of Fat” from the ranch a few days before. There was never another inexplicable absence. He would have done anything to please Mother, for he held her judgment in high respect. Fat” was regarded as the chorcman around the ranch buildings, for he could mend or make anything. He was excellent as a blacksmith and was equally skilled in repairing our shoes, the harnesses or our saddles. The neighbors came in the fall from miles around to have Fat” shoe their horses because a horse never went lame when shod by him. Everything he did was fascinating, and we followed him around continually in admiration and astonishment. When he was very busy he would scatter us with the familiar warning, Get out of my road, or I’ll step on you and make a grease spot out a’ you!” Then he would go away chuckling to himself while we scampered, never knowing whether he was serious or joking. After meals, guided cither by his lusty tenor song or by his shrill gay whistling of the Beer Barrel Polka,” I always knew where to find him. As I sat and watched him work, he would tell me impossible talcs of his experiences, the truth of which I never questioned. He was carried away by his active imagination, and I think he considered 81 me the only one gullible enough to listen. I remember in one instance being wide-eyed with credulous wonder when he said that sometimes in the morning when the fog blanketed the river valley, he could sec the town of Hillspring, which was ninety miles away, upside down in the mist! I thought that he was superhuman and held him in reverent awe afterwards. Fat” lived for Saturday nights when he came up to the house to take care of us while Mother and Father went to the community gathering at Twin Butte. He loved good books and craved them so much that he would sometimes digest two in an evening. His favorite magazine was the Illustrated London News, and at the most surprising moments he would quote articles from it. We children, more interested in thrills than literature, were baffled by Fat’s” preoccupation with stuffy old book.” However, the climax of these evenings for him was the giant helping of homemade ice cream he consumed before he went down to the bunkhousc. He ate with a delight so obvious that even Mother would have forgiven his noisy gusto. Fie could in addition stow away an alarming amount of raspberry ice that he had supposedly frozen for us. The bunkhousc before Fat” arrived was never cleaned, but at his arrival a transformation took place. He would scrub the floors once a week and keep the bunkhousc, which he called his own home, in immaculate order. He cultivated a gay flower garden in the yard that became his particular pride. There were masses of sweet peas, lupine, and hollyhocks blooming profusely, and one could always see a Mason jar filled with flowers arranged with generosity rather than artistry at the bunkhousc window. He was an excellent gardener, and every spring he planted the vegetable garden and Mother’s flower garden with great success. It was fun to tease him about his green thumb” because he would suddenly become very modest about his accomplishment. Fat” liked to appear very brusque and rough in his manner, talking big” and swearing in front of the other men although he could not conceal his warm generosity. He never forgot a birthday in the family. 1 can remember my sixth birthday when Fat” came up to the house with his hands behind his back teasingly, and the typical roll yer own” cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. He could not conceal his wide grin as he jubilantly showed me my present. It was a leather lunch bag that he had made with my name on the top in bright copper rivets. My ecstatic dancing about pleased Fat,” but embarrassed him, too, and he turned awkwardly away, pleasure evident as he shambled toward the bunkhousc. Fat’s” love for horses made him invaluable in training teams and gentling colts. He would treat them with the greatest kindness as if they were humans, and the response he got was always gratifying. It was a joy to see him work with one stallion, Smoky. Fat” had been the only person to train him and care for him from the time Smoky was a colt, and he would obey only Fat.” But when ten years old the horse became mean and would chase us if we were near. Always at the gentle rebuke of Fat,” Smoky would saunter off. He ain’t mean,” l'at would say. Just a little pesky,— ain’t cha, old man?—when you bother him. You younguns keep out a’ the road!” It was quite pathetic to sec the affection between Fat” and the horse. At oat time Fat” would whistle, and Smoky would gallop up to him, and they would carry on a conversation that was fascinating to watch. When we had to sell Smoky because he was uncontrollable, Fat” was dejected for weeks, and said that he had lost his only friend. After this sale Fat” began to change from the warm, genial man that he was to a cocky, belligerent individual. 1 le openly started to criticize our foreman and began pretending to be the boss of the place. This change was a slow one, however, and it came over a period of three years—his last three years with us. The foreman was a very capable and efficient man, who could not tolerate Fat’s” boastful ways any longer, and so he fired him. The news struck us like a blow, and it made us sad to think that the Fat” who had been with us for thirteen years and had become a permanent fixture on our ranch, would no longer be there. But Father said that we must trust the judgment of the foreman, and we should accept Fat’s” going although it was hard. He has been gone now for five years. He went to his home in Ticonderoga to sec his mother once more before her death. Our neighbors have told us that he has written them that he is not happy in his new lumber work and that his heart aches for God’s Country” and the wide open spaces, and soon he is coming home. However, he has written us regularly, too, saying that he has established a profitable lumber business in New York. He briefly mentions the possibility of a trip to Alberta in which he 82 might drop around to pay us a visit. Fat has too much pride to admit to us that he really wants his job back. His letters to us now have begun to get more impersonal and cold, and his last was signed, Lionel S. Cruikshanks.” It makes us sad to think that this letter will probably be the last we shall have. Fat” is gone. Miriam Bennett, XII Honorable Mention INFINITY Night falls over our harassed world like a black curtain. The million tiny lights of another world, a world of promise show through. I see them, and for a time I dwell apart, separated from daytime, its demands, relentless, exacting. My spirit reaches out to live beyond petty routine. The stars for me hold hope, assurance, order. Could it be Infinity I’ve glimpsed? Jean Rice, X Honorable Mention THE BURDEN Perhaps he was not as brave as he pretended to be; perhaps he was a coward at heart, but many months passed before he could bring himself to go back to Sunday school. Even walking past the church brought back memories which made him want to run so far away that he would never have to face any of those well-meaning church-goers again. In July of the summer that Steve was twelve his father took a job as assistant manager of a steamship warehouse in Sault Ste. Marie. The rest of the family followed his father there in early September, just a week before school started. Moving time was a period of great excitement for his two younger sisters, Kathy and Jane, but his own enthusiasm was tarnished by an aching fear that he might be laughed at or ignored because of his physical handicaps. In his former hometown he had been the undisputed leader of a gang of boys. They had all grown up with him and did not regard him as being abnormal; in fact, they admired him for his courage and his determination to be like other boys. He had learned during those years to run so that his shorter leg did not throw him off balance; he had strengthened his ankle, weakened by months in casts, so that he could play ice hockey. Because he had been born without arms below the elbows, his shoulder muscles were well developed, and his dream of playing baseball on a junior team and of playing basketball with his class became a reality. Now the family had moved to a place where no one had ever seen him before. He wished, as he had never done before, that he were normal—there seemed to be so many things he could not do. He had always enjoyed Sunday school back in his hometown; in fact, his boyish pride had swelled at the thought of being old enough to escort this sisters to church each week, although he would not have admitted for anything in the world that he enjoyed the walk, and he had pretended the privilege was a horrible chore. When one Sunday, not long after they had moved to the Soo, his sisters begged him to take them to the little church nine blocks from his home, he grudgingly consented. As he sauntered along behind the girls—his limp really was not so noticeable that morning—he thought of the preceding two weeks and sighed with contentment. Things were not even one fourth as bad as he had anticipated. That first week he had lived in a boy’s paradise. He had gone each morning with his father to the warehouse and had become a good friend of both of the captains of the supply boat. No one thought of his handicap—at least no one had said anything, and for once he had not seen pity behind the men’s casual glances. He learned to talk to the crew in their own idiom—language strictly forbidden at home. The men had let him do as he had pleased, and naturally he had chosen to go out on the boat every time it left the dock to carry supplies to an ore freighter. He liked to go out on the St. Mary’s River and to see the smoke hanging low over the city. He loved the Soo, although it was not 83 at all pretty or picturesque as a town was once away from the locks. Even the St. Mary’s River was not very beautiful until the warehouses and the Union Carbide plant were passed. He liked the freighters best of all; he liked the busy, urgent noises of their deep-toned whistle blasts and of the high pitched answer given by the locks. Even that first day of school was not bad at all. He had managed to get in with the best gang in his class. He had talked big that day; perhaps he had even bragged a little too much and had overdone his attempted swagger. Now, of course, he had to verify his boasts as best he could, but really after that first awkward stare accorded any new pupil the boys had accepted him as virtually their equal. He had suddenly found himself wanting to impress the girls almost more than he did the boys. His teachers were all right; they had not pitied him very much. He did wish, though, they would not praise him as much as they did in front of the class; he did not want to be considered teacher’s pet. Secretly he liked the praise and thought perhaps he deserved it. No, Sunday school could not be much worse than that first day, and that had not been bad at all; besides some of the gang might be there. Suddenly he realized that they would all be late if they did not hurry—he had been thinking too much. Half walking, half running, they finished going the remaining block to church. The class had started when he arrived. All the eyes in the room turned to stare at him as he walked across the room. His attempted swagger only emphasized his limp. The overt pity and horror in the teacher’s eyes further embarrassed him, and her exaggerated sweetness toward him annoyed him. Sitting in the front row he felt the others’ eyes staring at him and could hear indistinctly the murmured comments. The room was too small and very hot; his face felt red, and he could hear only the blood pounding in his cars. After what seemed like eons, the services were over. He rushed to the door so that he would not have to talk to anyone. He found a corner where he could stand and be partially out of sight. Even so, some people greeted him as they passed, but he stood with his chin buried in his collar and studied the uneven polish of his shoes; he was afraid to look at anyone for fear of finding pity and revulsion in that person’s eyes. Two of the teachers came out, and standing with their backs to him they started talking. Never for a minute did they guess that he was anywhere near. It is just terrible about Stephen. He’s such a handsome and brilliant boy, but—’’ Think how awful it is for his parents. What a disappointment as well as burden he must be to the whole family. I should think that they would wish that he had died as a baby.’’ I sometimes think it might have been better. He’ll be such a care—never really independent. Even with artificial arms he’ll need someone to take care of him.” That will be up to one of his sisters after his parents die, I suppose. I’m afraid it would take more courage than I have to marry a cripple. Ugh! The thought almost makes me shiver.” He was their first child, too. Imagine the shock! What a pity! I understand he can’t even dress himself because of the buttons.” The women moved away. Great, burning tears welled up in his eyes as thoughts ran madly through his brain—burden, disappointment, better off dead—never independent—always a burden!— In that moment he wished himself dead. Over and over he repeated his thoughts, half aloud, A burden—disappointment—better off dead—” He did not see his sisters running toward him until Kathy called to him. They were perfect; Jane was pretty, but not very smart, and Kathy was cute and intelligent. Why did he have to have been born to be only a burden! What’s the matter, Steve? You look kind of funny—all white,” queried Kathy with a childish frown. Without saying anything, he turned and started slowly for home. The tears he had held back rolled down his checks and made dark spots on the lapels of his blue suit. Tears came faster and faster; he stumbled and then broke into a run; his whole body was shaken by huge sobs. Kathy and Jane, puzzled, but unaware of his tears, ran after him. They thought perhaps he wanted to race them home. Jane shouted, Wait, Steve! Don’t run so fast! We should have had the head start!” Look out, Steve! That car!” screamed Kathy. The screech of reluctant brakes split the air. Blinded by tears, hearing only his own turbulent thoughts, he ran on, stumbled, and ran on again without looking back, completely unaware of the whitefaced driver trembling with relief. Kathryn Harper, Honorable Mention, Senior Group 84 KILROY WAS HERE! My name is Kilroy. I’ve been just about everywhere as you must know. You see, 1 have a friend. Her name is Elouise. She is a beautiful fairy. She knows how I love to travel. She said to me the other day, Kilroy, I just saw the cutest little town. Really? I asked. Yes, she replied. It’s called Cloudville. Well then,” I said, what arc we waiting for? Let’s go.” She took my hand and we flew into the sky. We alighted on a gorgeous cloud. Looking around I saw a lovely little shepherd girl. Hello!” she said, smiling sweetly. Hi!” I answered. Have you seen any fleecy, little clouds? I have lost my lambs, and cannot find them. She looked at me so eagerly it was hard to say, No.” Oh dear,” she sighed, I shall have to report them to the king; they are so unruly. What king?” I asked. Why, King Cumulus of course.” She stared at me in wonder. For the first time I noticed the spires of a castle in the distance. I hopped upon some horses who were twitching their mares’ tails and rode up to the palace. When I arrived, I saw a meek little man talking to a huge woman. But Stratus dear—’’ he was saying. Don’t you ‘Stratus dear’ me,” she interrupted, I—” and then she caught sight of me. Oh, hello,” she said graciously. We were just talking things over.” You mean you were talking things over,” Cumulus grumbled. Stratus silenced him with a look. I felt rather embarrassed butting in on a family quarrel. Is anything wrong?” I asked. Why, didn’t you know?” she asked in surprise, we arc being attacked tonight.” Attacked!” I said in wonder. Yes, she replied. Then she sighed. Cumulus edged over and took her hand. It’s the thunderbolts,” he said sadly, they wait until we just cover the sun. Then they creep up under us. They turn us into black thunderclouds. Then we rain and rain until we just disappear. Why do they creep up under you?” 1 inquired. They hate light of any kind,” Stratus replied. Suddenly a man came running up. “It’s the thunderbolt!” he cried. Over a hill a group of black creatures were running. Why arc they so black? I asked Stratus. They aren’t really black,” Stratus answered. They arc enveloped in a wave of darkness.” I was filled with an overwhelming curiosity to see what these creatures looked like. I pulled out my pocket flashlight and focused it on the shadowy figures. To my astonishment they melted away. Thank you. Oh, thank you! Stratus cried. The cloud people were coming. I thought I’d better go before they got to me. In an instant Elouise appeared beside me. She took my hand, and we flew away together. Suddenly I cried, Stop! Stop! I’ve forgotten something.” We turned and flew back to the cloud. Pulling a crayon from my pocket I wrote in big black letters: KILROY WAS HERE! Paula Phillips Honorable Mention, Junior Group A GAY LITTLE HOUSE Once upon a time there was a little, a very old, a very small kettle. Now this kettle and many of his friends, whom you shall soon learn about, lived in a gay little house in the country. This house had a red roof and green shutters. In the summer time flowers 85 were everywhere, in the gardens, in the flower pots on window sills. They were even growing in between the big, flat stones that led away from the house. Yes, indeed, this was a gay little house. I suppose you are wondering who lived in this house. Well, believe it or not, it was a little, old woman. Now before 1 tell you anything more, we arc going to get acquainted with her. Right now she is busily working in her garden, and if you’re very quiet, you might hear what she is saying. Listen. My, my, what a hot day! Pulling these weeds is certainly not easy. There, that is the last one. Now I’ll pick a bouquet and go inside, for I have to sec that the house is clean.” Bubble-Bubble,” went the kettle; Tick-tick,” went the clock; Swish-swish,” went the broom; Hop-hop,” went the stool back to its regular place; Scrub-scrub,” went the dish-rag; Wipe-wipe,” went the dish-towel; Clap-clap,” the bed was made. There! The house was in order. Everything went this way for quite some time until one day there was a loud knock at the door. Before the little, old lady even had time to open the door, a big, mean looking man stepped in and said, This is a nice place you have here, but I am sorry to say that you will have to move. My house is now being used, and I have no place to go; so I insist that you move. Leave your belongings here, for I will be needing them. 1 will be back in an hour and I expect you to be gone.” With a bang of the door he left. Now who could such a man be? Maybe some of you know, but I’ll tell you anyway. He was the landlord, and a very grumpy one indeed. But to get back to the little, old lady—she was practically in tears, but behind the tears there was a smile. Now you would not think that she would smile at a time like this, but she had a very good reason for smiling. I wanted to keep it a secret, but alas! I shall have to tell you. She knew magic; and when a person knows magic, he can do almost anything. She could have just said, Let something happen so that I can go on living here.” But no, she wasn’t going to do that. No, she had a much better idea. I am not going to tell you what this idea was, but I will tell you one thing, and that is that the kettle and all of his friends were magic too, but in a different way. What I have just told you has everything to do with her magic plan. If you haven’t listened, you’re just plain out of luck. Tick-tick,” went the clock. It’s 2:45; better hurry.” My, 1 didn’t realize it was getting so late! It took me longer to explain it to you than I thought.” With a last look at everything she turned and opened the door, shut it, and walked down the sidewalk. Fifteen minutes passed. Finally the landlord and his wife reached the house. She took one look around and decided that the house needed some cleaning. She handed the broom to her husband and asked him to sweep the floor while she did the dishes. He noticed that as he swept, the dirt refused to move. She looked very puzzled as the dishes seemed to jump from her hands and crash to the floor. She decided that she needed a cup of tea, and that maybe it was just her nerves. But when she heard that the broom wouldn’t sweep and that the dirt stuck to the floor, she didn’t know what to think. The landlord decided that he would wind the clock while she made the tea. He looked at his watch and set the clock for 3:30. Just then his wife called to him; the tea was ready. He looked back at the clock just as he entered the kitchen, but only to sec that the hands had jumped back to the same place where they were before it had been set. He sat down at the table with a horrified look on his face. He picked up his cup and started drinking. Everything was quiet, and not a word was said until the stool that the landlord’s wife was sitting on seemed to jump up and start bouncing around the room. Of course that left her on the floor. These very same things happened for two more days. Finally they both agreed to get out of the house. They called the old lady back and told her that she could have her house, but they warned her that it was haunted. She only smiled, went in, and sat down. As she sat there, she listened. Bubble-bubble,” went the kettle; Tick-tick,” went the clock; Swish-swish,” went the broom. Scrub-scrub,” went the dish-rag; Wipe-wipe,” went the dish-towel; Clap-clap, the bed was made. Yes, everything was in order. Elizabeth Andreas Honorable Mention, Junior Group 86 ACKNOWLEDGMENTS To Miss Kinnaird for her perseverance and patience without which we would have all become jibbering idiots. To Miss Ellinwood for her help with the financial brainwork. To Miss Ingalls for helping us gather in the procrastinator’s copy. To Mr. Percy of the Lumberman Publishing Company. To Mr. Pcrbcx of the i'cston Engraving Company. To Mr. Basson and Mr. Zintsmastcr. To Gloria Rice for cheerfully typing everything we handed her, and it was a lot. 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Unusual Gifts Exclusive but not Expensive The Overholt Agency 1136 Metropolitan Life Bldg. 110 Compliments A Friend Compliments of the CASE GRAIN CO. in 60 cup§ to the pound! and every cup t delicious! 112 JUNIOR POLL Knows least, Says most: Haley Most gullible: Burton Most in love: Rice Most naive: Burton Biggest flirt: Zicrold Best line: Sutton Best personality: Sparboc Biggest man-hater: Duff Biggest promoter: McGandy Favorite hangout: Treasure Inn SOPHOMORE POLL Most naive: Christine Chardon Best line: Sue Shcpardson Biggest flirt: Sue Shepardson Best personality: Harriett Dayton Most in love: Janet Lyman, Caroline Kelley Funniest: Anne Sivertsen, Monic Molan Biggest promoter: Monie Molan Most gullible: Jody Moore Favorite pastime: Watching submarine races 113 Compliments of The H. V. Johnston Culvert Co, and The Rosholt Equipment Co, and Affiliate Companies by H. V. JOHNSTON President 114 Compliments THE DAIRY SUPPLY COMPANY 119-121 North Second Street H. W. Rice, Pres. Lyman Lumber Coal Co. Minnetonka Service Excelsior - Wayzata - Long Lake Compliments of Mitchell Battery Co. 115 For COAL — COKE — FUEL OIL MELAMED-HOBBS, Inc. Advertising-Marketing Call MINNEAPOLIS ST. PAUL CHICAGO Reeves Coal Dock Corporation “RETIRE AT CUSICK’S 710 Roanoke Building Bridgeport 2251 Tires — Batteries — Gas Wayzata, Minn. The Louise Shop Say! Dresses, Sportswear, Lingerie “LOOK HERE DAD” IVaysata Way. 58 NOW, NEW ’48 BUICK Delivered For Less Than $2,000.00 Griffen Pharmacy Deluxe Equipment Included Phone Wh. 1697 41th St. Prance Ave. Mpls., Minn. W. R. STEPHENS CO. Bridgeman LaSalle Hannon on lOtlt Street Ice Cream 116 Upper left: 4 been, Kelley. PpP r tight: Eal, drink, and be merry for tomorrow we shall die. lutner left: Back � tage at the Alvin? Lower center: U'ho want to be the fourth for bridge? Lon er right: The prison gates open! Edina Record Gift Shop 50th France Wh. 0503 STOCK OF NEWEST RECORDS YOUR FAVORITE OLD TUNES Popular - Classical Single Records Albums We Specialize in “Replacements” Special Orders COMPLIMENTS of a Friend MAKEUP WARDROBE FINISHING COURSES Professional Modeling Taught ClteLle Gom.fiton, 9nc. MODELS INSTITUTE 55 So. 8th GEneva 2640 Wayzata Electric Co. Lew L. Stemmer 117 Hotpoint Appliances Boulder Bridge Farm Breeders of Guernsey Cattle Duroc Jersey Swine Twenty-One Years of Intensive Operation All dairy and poultry products processed at the farm are retailed by the Dayton Company restaurants in Minneapolis. High in quality, low in bacteria count. Sample a bottle of our well-kno7cm milk in the new Tea Room. llouldrr IBridgo Farm Co. G. N. DAYTON L. V. WILSON President Excelsior, Minn. Superintendent 118 Compliments of BOLANDER SONS CO. Grading Contractors Minneapolis Piper, Jaffray Hopwood Compliments Investment Securities St. Paul of a Friend 119 Minneapolis Harrison and SmiVVi Co. Printers and Lithographers 120 Upper left: Do you think he still loves me, Judy? Upper center: Let � be on our way. Upper right: How can you want more, Cici? Loner left: Alfalfa. Loner center: Center of attraction. Loner right: Local talent. Minnetonka Mills Hardware Builders Hardware Plumbing Supplies HOTPOINT APPLIANCES Route 10, Minneapolis Hopkins 6366 NIMAN’S FOOD MARKET 1009 West Franklin Kcmvood 9032 QUALITY FRUITS. VEGETABLES. GROCERIES. MEATS FREE DELIVERY AND EVERYDAY LOW PRICES OHIO PICTURE FRAME COMPANY Gifts — Fine Furniture 519 Second Ave. So. Geneva 5116 Minneapolis, Minn. 121 % � 'I lh� St. Louis Park Theatre For DitcriminaUng Movie Coen Compliments of a Friend Delivery Service Regent 7257 Victor’s Market CHOICE MEATS - FRESH POULTRY FRESH FISH - SEA FOODS DAIRY PRODUCTS Victor D. Kolosky 2539 Hennepin Ave. County Club Tailors Master Tailors and Cleaners 4404 France Ave. Oscar Gravell Son Wa. 5432 0 122 tQedt Wtiltel to the Class of ff4«” MINNESOTA LINSEED OIL PAINT CO. MINNEAPOLIS. MINNESOTA FT. WAYNE, INDIANA Compliments SUBURBAN LUMBER CO. 4420 Wayzata Blvd. Kenwood 6411 Nickels Smith Company “Since 1886 REALTORS 515 2nd Ave. South Minneapolis, Minn. Main 3431 123 The M. St. L. RAILWAY Salutei Northrop School! One of the mighty forces that have made America the greatest nation in the world is the education it provides for girls and boys. A factor of national importance in this marvelous educational system is NORTHROP COLLEGIATE SCHOOL Here young women arc prepared for college and trained for careers as skilled home-makers and leaders in cultural and community affairs. The Minneapolis St. Louis Railway salutes Northrop School in tribute to its long record of distinguished achievement in the field of education. The M. St. L., a modern, efficient railroad, likewise pledges its unceasing effort to provide its territory with the fine transportation which is indispensable to progress and prosperity in the • United States. Minneapolis St. Louis RAILWAY TRAFFIC OFFICES IN 36 KEY CITIES 124 ANDERSON’S CHINA SHOP FAMOUS FOR Fine China Imported Domestic ANDERSONS Fine Crystal Imported Domestic Antique Accessories Linen Modern Antique Silver Furniture Lamps Gift Merchandise ALEX ANDERSON SON, INC. 912 Nicollet Minneapolis 2, Minnesota Hennepin Avenue Grocery Kenwood 7982 Minneapolis Free Delivery Service Compliments of a Danworthy Camps, Inc. For Girls Friend Walker, 125 Minnesota 126 What they won’t do for a picture. Great expectations Hangover. Don’t you touch me.' Mo. Ho. Ho. and a bottle of rum. Top: The organ i playing. Middle: Birdtecd. Bottom: And then you ask him. . . . 127 ComjplmrienVs Of Q Very Good Friend 128 Compliments of a a£fet c vs mdd 1006 Nicollet Avenue INTERIOR DESIGNERS FURNISHERS Compliments of HARRY D. LEWIN Compliments Compliments of of LIES SHAVER Waysata Phone 4 HARDWARE, HEATING PLUMBING Wayzoto Pharmacy 129 At. 7733 ' Since 1890 CARLBOM HARNESS STORE Manufacturer and Importer Harness, Saddlery, Turf And Polo Goods PROMPT SERVICE OX REPAIR DOG FURNISHINGS MAIL ORDERS PROMPTLY FILLED Western Saddles 116 So. 3rd St. New cr Used Minneapolis, Minn. Culligan Soft Water Service SHORT, INC. Wayzata 99 service that pays for itself Kelley Kelley Landscape Contractors Engineers Long I-ake Minn. harr Lett REMEMBRANCES Compliments The Scottish Terrier is a sturdily built, low-set little dog of a philosophic and independent nature. He is a gentleman among terriers, not quarrelsome, but able to hold his own if fighting must be done. He is affectionate and devoted to the family that adopts him. A FRIEND PUPPIES USUALLY AVAILABLE Deephavcn Kennels 1601 Foshay Tow. T. W. Bennett, Owner Mpls., Minn. 130 Top left: Tough but tender. Top left center: Gosh, this is hard. Top right center: Girls, it makes you grow! Top right: Ain't it sweet! Second left: Bottoms Up. Second center: What! Rhythm? Second right: )$ :$. Lower left: Gay deceivers. Lower right: I960 Chi Psi . Compliments of Compliments of Zintsmaster LUMBERMAN 131 PHOTOGRAPHER PUBLISHING CO. ;• L PHOTO-ENGRAVING... For crisp, sparkling engravings that truly mirror the original, there’s no substitute for the finer plates provided by WESTON. You are assured of superior quality and service... at moderate cost. LITHO-PLATE WORK.. For brilliant litho-plates that are the I ultimate in quality and a tribute to fine1 craftsmanship and ultra-modern equipment ... it’s WESTON I F'ull color or black-and-white; deep etch or albumen. | Try our corn tlele service. tesra S A ts FOR PRINTING AND L I T H Q „. s°0, Charles W. Sexton Company General Insurance “Since 1884“ McKnight Bldg. Main 3501 Compliments TY ABEL Standard Service of On Minnetonka Btvd. Highway 101 Mound Super-Valu Store Tire Battery Service Mound, Minn. Towing Phone Waysaia 494 P T A PAT E K S _ A Peut etre The Mater CAN be dominated You CAN be MANLIER than She by paternizing Plnsfirklr Product Parlors 133 WALTERS 1007 NICOLLET AVENUE DRESSES SUITS COATS MILLINERY BLOUSES JEWELRY Anoka-Minneapolis Velie Motor Company OLDSMOBILE Bus Co., Inc. SALES AND SERVICE SERVICE FROM ANOKA TO Velie Electric MINNEAPOLIS Company VIA G. E. MAYTAG R.C.A. EAST RIVER ROAD EVINRUDE AND Complete Line of Smaller Appliances WEST RIVER ROAD SALES AND SERVICE Re. 8217 1314 West Lake Street Serving a Distinguished Clientele of Outsized Matrons and Debutantes Specializing in evening clothes and sport slacks, also balloon jibs and spinnakers for racing craft. May we attempt to cover your needs? Try and get us at our place of business! SUNUTE SHADOW TENT AWNING SHOPPE Compliments of McCabe Bros. Co. COMPLIMENTS OF A FRIEND 133 Minneapolis Duluth Spokane Winnipeg HAS MORE... more than any other bread m WALTER H. EDDY � .S„ M.A., Fh.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, Ba and Iron and 15% more Niacin than ordinary enriched bread; plus added Vitamin D 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 arc 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% Niacin...............55% Calcium..............60% Vitamin Bs............25% Iron..................50% Vitamin D.............35% ragas SUPER-ENRICHED i If ... AT YOUR GROCER'S NOW! 136 THE MILK HOUSE DAIRY PRODUCTS 4201 West Lake St. Walnut 9690 Compliments of WINTON LUMBER SALES CO. 137 ROBIN HOOD ENRICHED FLOUR New Town and Country Shoes for Northrop Collegienncs . . . in fresh costume colors . . . AND THOSE ALWAYS POPULAR TEENAGER “TOWN TROTTERS” Hapitr 831 Nicollet Avenue the Better Baking Favorite OSTESS HOUSE Mrs. Richardson Phelps Mrs. Sheffield Jaffray Stationery and Invitations For All Occasions 61 So. 10th St. Bridgeport 7183 Paul Hein Beauty Lounge for distinctive hair styling TWO LOCATIONS 138 5328 Excel. Blvd. 411 Kresge Bldg. Wh. 2066 Ma. 6633 onn Smart Young Roller takes a saucy eye-catching quill A versatile little hat designed to pay pretty compliments to you and your summer outfits. Choose from our group of becoming colors: kelly green, red, grey, coffee, white, brown, black or navy. $3 street floor hat square 140 JTO7 v 8 ’W fidllll •Wt warn «fta ■■■ mMmm .is, ' •