Northrop Collegiate School - Tatler Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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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

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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

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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