Northrop Collegiate School - Tatler Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

Text from Pages 1 - 132 of the 1955 volume:

OL .v miNNjeApous pueuc li eiaAttv e Published by yjorthrop ( olleyiate S)cLool TATLER 4 1955 Minneapolis, Minnesota ... ABOUT Traditionally, an annual is created so that there may be a permanent record of the school year. The “Taller of 1955 is no exception to that purpose, for this book is filled with pictures and articles about the activities that have been such a wonderful part of the past year at Northrop. But we of the staff see a special significance in the “Tatlcr, a significance that we have found only after emerging from the endless piles of copy and photos, and after being able to view the results of our work from a more agreeable vantage point. We, as seniors, have realized that the ‘‘Tatlcr is not just a stack of writeups that need to Ik edited or photographs that won't reduce properly; it is, instead, a picture of a school that has been an integral part of our lives. Suddenly we see that we will leave Northrop almost before we have had a chance to grasp its real importance to us. As our senior year comes to a close, we appreciate more than ever the contribution that Northrop has made to our education and jKrsonal development. Hence, we would like to think of the “Tatlcr, not just as a record of the school year, but as a tribute—indeed, as an expression of gratitude—to everyone who has helped to create the tradition and warm fellowship that arc Northrop Collegiate School. To the faculty and parents, the trustees and alumnae, then, we give our sincere thanks. We hope that this Tatlcr” will give adequate justice to a school that we love dearly. Margie Vennum Editor And A Word Concerning LOIS NOTTBOHM ... to whom this book is gratefully dedicated appreciation of her thoughtful guidance and understanding The TATLER of 1955 TABLE OF CONTENTS Administration and Faculty - page seven Seniors Upper School - - - - page forty-one Lower School - - Activities - - - - Literary page seven ty-onc HI Miss Janet Gray, Principal, anti Mrs. Elizabeth Bryan, Director of Lower School, talk things over. CLASS ADVISORS CONFER DOROTHY ELLIN WOOD Eighth Grade BEATRICE BLODGETT Ninth Grade DOROTHY HOWELL Tenth Grade LOIS NOTTBOHM Eleventh Grade LYNNE IGLITZIN Seventh Grade JANET STEWART Twelfth Grade ARTS: Corinnc Burke. Betty jo Swayze, Betty lndihar. Absent: Dclphinc Bridge. LOWER SCHOOL: Helen Nelson. Irene Kohl, Myra Valley, Pearl Pufahl. Evelyn johnson. Jean Chamberlain, and Joy Hanson. HUMANITIES: Seated: Lynne Iglitzin, Anne Turngren, Sara Hill. Standing: Ida Engstrom, Josephine Moore, Glacia Cole, Miriam Chambers, Ruth Pact . Absent: Janet Stewart. SCIENCES: Dorothy Ellinwood, I ois Nottbohm, Eunice Bringen, Ida Engstrom, Marjorie Harrison. LANGUAGES: Ignore Bordcau, Beatrice Blodgett, Astri Flugeim, I orothy Howell, Iila Engstrom, Ellen Rowley, Helene Peters. OFFICE STAFF PHYSICAL EDUCATION Nila Van Dyke, Vera Ixicndcckcr, Elaine Cowlc, Mary Saunders, Gladys Johansen, and I-ois I-a Rue. and Irene Rico. BOARD OF TRUSTEES SEW ALL I). ANDREWS. DR. (). J. CAMPBELL MRS. EDWIN N. DODGE JOHN dc LAITTRE MRS. ROBERT W. GIBSON DR. ELIZABETH LOWRY MRS. JOHN h. McCarthy, Secretary Charles McCarthy JR., President GORDON MURRAY MRS. EDWIN W. RITCHIE F.RLE B. SAVAGE, JR. JOHN P. SNYDER, |R.. Vice President HENRY C. STEPHENSON, Treasurer MISS ELIZABETH WALLACE, Hon. Mem. Emeritus MRS. LEON C. WARNER. |R. PARENT-TEACHERS ASSOCIATION Mrs. Edwin W. Ritchie, President Mrs. Albert R. Whitman, Corresponding Secretary Miss Lois Notlbohm, Recording Secretary Mrs. Howard C. Bertram, First Vice-President Mrs. W. L. Luce II, Second Vice-President Mrs. Lyman E. Wakefield, Jr.. Third Vice-President Mrs. Nancy M. Boyce, Treasurer Mrs. Edwin C. Moore, Sophomore Representative ALUMNAE ASSOCIATION Mrs, Robert W. Gibson, President Mrs. L. V. Ackman, Vice-President Mrs. Ralph Bruce, Secretary Mrs. C. Lingdon McMillan, Treasurer Miss Helen Preus. Alumnae Editor 10 oCaura ji; arnny ton Inch rews “Merry os the day is long. —Shakespeare Here we have the one senior who can say every morning that she has fully prepared her assignments. Enviously, we wonder how she docs it. By no means a book worm, Laura has contributed her talents and ingenuity to many class efforts, be they artistic, financial, or athletic. If the Blue Team loses Cyrus this year, it won’t lx- because of any failing on the part of their energetic captain. The sweetheart of Blake School, she has been both their cheerleader and home- All-School Blue Captain 12 President of Senior Choir 12 Senior Choir 10. 11, 12 Class Blue Captain 11 Secretary of Senior Athletic Committee 11 Senior Publications Committee 10 Chorus Librarian 10 Class ami Varsity Field Hockey 10, 11. 12 Class and Varsity Volleyball 10, 11, 12 Class and Varsity Basketball 10. 11, 12 coming queen. Other social attachments with the male set have resulted in daily day brighteners from Dartmouth. As president of the choir, Laura has exemplified her willingness always to do more than her share of the work. The advice of this practical girl is often sought and appreciated. Laura will surely be as vivacious and welcome an addition to the East as she has been to us. 12 Sally has always done herself credit in whatever she docs, be it translating Cicero and Virgil or working on one of her many extracurricular activities. She has been a staunch member of the School Procedure committee for several years, and she has set a good example of the honor system for her classmates. Sally added her talents to the Drama Club, both as an actress and a back-stage worker. She has also done her share of warbling as a member of the Senior Choir. During her years at Northrop, she has been an enthusiastic supporter of the White team, and her skill as a basketball guard is one to be commended. Outside of school, Sal uses her athletic ability on frequent skiing trips. As one of the prettiest and most gracious members of the senior class, Sally will certainly do justice to the profession of nursing. Senior School Procedure 10. 11. 12 Class Field Hockey 10. 11. 12. Varsity 10 Class Basketliall 10, 11, Varsity 10 Class Volleyball 10 Drama 11, 12 Senior Choir 10, 11, 12 IS A sJE 1 6 ctA 2 6 Ct L y a.xs - £ r A-e , JLcc'lJ ,A - AAt XZ-tC- -je-ACa' Katherine Jerahuil A«-r a J Au c - a. . sCo ' 't - Ac c GC Cy Earth's noblest thing is a ' woman Perfected.” —Lowell Every morning just a few seconds before the first bell rings, the senior room door bursts o| cn and in comes Kathy. None of us can figure out how she manages to smile in the morning, but that's Kathy for you. If her smile is extra large, wc all know without asking that she’s gotten a letter from Trinity. Because she is treasurer of our class, wc all try to keep away from her when the time for collecting dues comes around, but somehow she inevitably manages to catch up with us. Kathy even keeps some of us from starvation by handing out sections from her daily orange during recess. Kathy's constant energy, her inimitable sense of humor, her true friendliness to everyone, and that certain something which only Kathy possesses will always find her with many friends, since wherever she is, she’s a true friend herself. Uy-out Editor of “Tatler 12 Class Treasurer 12 Senior Choir 10. 11, 12 Senior Publications Committee 10. 11, 12 Drama Club 10. 11. 12 Senior Choir Secretary 11 Trustees Award Committee 10. 11 “Northrop Notes” 11 Clas% White Ca| taiii 11 Bookstore Committee 11 Library Committee 10. 11 Class Field Hockey 10. 11, 12 Class Basketball 10, 11, 12 Class Volleyball 10. 11, 12 U .rence (L)urn5uLe Life is what you wake it—I prefer to wake it interesting.” It’s up to 19 again, answers Gayla when asked her waist measurement. This comment usually produces numerous groans from the more stout seniors. Gayla, who hails from Topeka, Kansas, gifted us with her presence when we were sophomores. We arc completely convinced that she has a part ownership in all transportation facilities, for she always seems to be taking off for Topeka for the weekend, Europe for the summer, or California for her Aunt’s birthday. Her nimble feet have taught many a “lead-foot the new lindy or the latest jazz steps. Gayla once learned high-jumping and cattle rustling, and she was an excellent pupil indeed. She is also known for her portable scissors which arc always shar|icncd and arc found at the end of her tapering fingers. “Burn was awarded the prize for having the most highly decorated locker in the senior room and the largest sweatshirt collection. Here's to Arthur Murray II! Senior Choir 10. 11, 12 Senior Publications Committee 10. 12 Senior Entertainment Committee 11 Class and Varsiety Field Hockey 11 Class and Varsity Volleyball 11 Class and Varsity Basketball 10 15 “A fair exterior is a silent recommendation —Syrus Submerged in the sags of the chaise longue, saddle-shoe Sarah shows sympathy for sad seniors. But when “it’s time, she dutifully leaves for Fine Arts class, to which she contributes much as a result of her trip to Europe last summer. An excellent story teller, she has often entertained us during would-be doleful study halls. In spite of such violent gestures as her familiar slap on the knee, Sarah's femininity is known to us and to the opposite sex, as the green and white scarf Senior Choir 10. 11, 12 Senior Public Relations Committee 11, 12 Treasurer of Public Relations 11 Class Secretary 10 Senior Entertainment Committee 10 Bookstore Committee 11 Class and Varsity Field Hockey 11, 12 Class and Varsity Basketball 10. 11 Class Volleyball 10 and beanie indicate. The choir, sundry athletic teams, and the Public Relations Committee have long appreciated her varied talents and interests. Be it taking Latin in the first-second-fourth year sequence, or learning to ski in one weekend at Telemark, Sarah always succeeds at the impossible. Although the school hates to say goodbye to Sarah, we know that she is as excellent material for college as she has been for Northrop. 16 tiu Ck ridman “How sweet atuI fair she seems to be.” —Walker Besides having an extreme fondness for cats, Mary’s interests extend to her school studies anti classmates. Her friendliness, intelligence and willingness to lend a hand have made Mary an extremely well liked person. Very few realize Mary's ability to dance, but she has been interested in ballet for several years. She displays her poise, however, by moving about the senior room, on the basketball court, or elsewhere in the building with a grace few of our gauche class possess. Visitors from Brcck seem to have been usurping much of her time lately, and we’re sure it’s not l een wasted. This soft-spoken, friendly miss captivated us all when she entered Northrop last year, as her prompt election to the esteemed office of Junior Class secretary-treasurer indicated. Just as she so efficiently handled the bank-roll for the J.S., so will Mary continue in her own wonderful way to cope with any task put before her. Senior Choir 11,12 Class Secretary-Treasurer 11 Senior Publications Committee 11, 12 Nellie Atwater Friendliness Award Committee 11 “Northrop Notes” 12 Class and Varsity Field 1 lockey 12 Class and Varsity Volleyball 11, Class 12 17 jbapk ne 2)orii domed “A wan is better than a book —Parker Two dreamy eyes and a brown “ponytail arc all we can see of “Dale early in the morning in the senior room, for as soon as she has thrown her coat in the closet, she disapjxrars into the depths of the nearest couch, hoping desperately that the first bell will never ring. But by the end of first period, after a phone call home to check on the mail situation, she is well prepared to lead a senior room gab session or to paint another Fine Arts masterpiece. If Daphne cannot be found on Friday afternoon, she is probably lounging on the 12:30 to Chicago (just to show off her fashionable wardrobe of course!?!). No other senior can match her for the smile and bursts of laughter which bring gaiety and general hilarity to us even on Mondays or after one of “those awful tests.” Senior Athletics Committee 12 Class President 10 League Council 10 Class Field Hockey 10. 11, 12 (lass Volleyball 10 (lass and Varsity Basketball 10 18 JJarrlet f ray rai en ‘Honor is the reward of virtue —Cicero Each morning the sound of over-sized saddle shoes announces the arrival of Harriet DcHavcn. From that time until 3:30 Heidi not only delights us with her dry humor, but she also contributes many a sage remark to the daily bull sessions. Although Heidi declares that she is “completely clutched with the coming of an academic ordeal, the results usually prove that such a condition was unnecessary. As Vice-President of School Procedure, Heidi has made several note- worthy contributions to Northrop, one of which is the rental service which provides forgetful students with proper uniforms. Her efforts to further the honor system have gained the admiration and support of all. Harriet’s varied abilities have been indicated by her activities in the Drama Club, the Senior Choir, an the athletic teams. Despite her many talents, Heidi will always be known best for her shrewd observations and innate friendliness. Vice President of School Procedure 12 Literary Editor of Tatler 11 Senior Publications Committee 10. 11 Senior Choir 10. 11, 12 Drama Club 10. 11. 12 Class and Varsity Basket ball 10. 11. 12 Class and Varsity Volleyball 10. 11. 12 Class and Varsity Field Hockey 10, 11, 12 19 • This year, the halls of N. C S. have been muled by a in spite of many extracurricular activities, have been true Parisienne. Much to the seniors’ delight, Nicole admired by all. Nicole found time to be a member of became a member of the class and brought to them a the Drama Club and the Senior Choir. She waspresi- bit of France. At first she had some dilficult)' master■ dent of Chorus and lent her singing talents to the mg the finer pints of the “crazy, mixed-up language, Christmas program and the o Kretta. On the lighter but, in a very short time, she understood everything side, Nicole became a social success and never lacked that was said. Nicole’s many abilities were quickly for dates. Her gay laughter and light humor have recognized and put to use. Her first honor roll marks, been enjoyed by all who have met her. Chorus President 12 Senior C hoir 12 Drama Cluh 12 Senior Publications Committee 12 Class Basketball 12 The secret of success is constancy to purpose —Disraeli And this is the final deadline for the ad contest, announces Carolyn for the fourth time. Carolyn, as Business Manager of the Tatlcr,” perhaps due to her fervid anounccmcnts, has brought in enough money to put out one of Northrop’s finest Tatlers. Aside from being able to juggle figures, Carolyn possesses an uncanny power to acquire A’s in any subject. She is also the mainstay of senior class and white varsity teams in any athletic event. Because she left the Ath- letic Committee this year, it has finally awarded her a well deserved posture pin. On Saturdays it is a common sight to sec her on one of our Winter Wonderland’s” many ski slopes practicing the christy, which she performs with agility in spite of a trick knee. Even if her knee gives out. we know Carolyn, with her infectious laugh, her boundless energy, and her little car, The Bug, won’t. Business Manager of Tatlcr” 12 Senior Publication Committee 12 Secretary of Drama Club 11 Drama Club 11, 12 Senior Choir 12 Class and Varsity field hockey 12 Class and Varsity volleyball II, 12 Class and Varsity basketball 11, 12 21 —I! outer Approximately four years ago, Sandra glided into the League study hall with a certain object dangling about her neck, and ever since she has been the only member of our class who can always Ik assured of an escorted ride home. Every afternoon at 3:35 Sandy climbs into a faithfully waiting pea-green Ford. Along with her many social activities, Sandra’s figure is the goal of her class-mates, anil her “natural posture” has often earned the coveted posture award. One of Mrs. Senior Publications Committee 12 Senior Entertainment Committee 10. 11 Bookroom Committee 10 Harrison’s “science will save the world” group, Sandra has continually astounded everyone with her scientific ability (we'll blow up the school yet, Sandra!) Nor is she lacking in musical and artistic talent. She is definitely the class musician. Her ability to paint chef d’oeuvres is outstanding, and her help in planning the section pages for the “Tatlcr was most appreciated. But best of all, she usually manages to make First List. cf to M tf wf .Air mm r; w its a ? V? wv v ► figuic Vvkc Yotsicts” is tk %aa ol tNtrj n fc s a m k me.mn f c Wi even wok aimto mkt totndVi iVm, wto ys dtonom to 'to to n % j to sm c and sppitak wools. WiW out tesoto ot tot unt e. maWk -wW a lions to lose nci$ t and add smks usually lad, tots teentd and tods tune. to to an nnVavankn V n succeed Tk ooV| memkt ol tk class ol 'VI wto $� to}tt. tt so Vrntd to tot M V to m asf ns - to school on Satutda'j, toto not onVj ousted tto coent, stots tto to tjtWV� 'Wm caked Secondhand Wood tot tod tto tostotunc cd tmto Yto VrcA Wut)’ elected its Mcs dcnt. Kttotkt to tn V otsttt s dtto tout W an tw V n Ad m n e. k n toe Is acting as Cltaman ol tto totctotomcov Otto- cW, tottce, wklt sponsois tto toa tc tom. To tto V CampU 7 take all knowledge to be my province —Bacon On September 10, 1945, a little girl wearing long, brown braids and dwarfed by a stack of lxx ks entered NCS for the first time. Phyllis has left lasting impressions on her teachers, classmates, and on Northrop itself. These impressions arc varied and numerous. She surpassed us all by being the first in the class of ’55 to go steady, and she has distinguished herself as a top scholastic student. (Much of her intellectual achievement has been accredited to the fact that she can twist her hair faster than anyone we know.) Phyl’s dramatic ability can be testified to by both Northrop and Blake. The veteran of several plays in which she gave excellent performances, Phyl was elected president of the Drama Club. She holds another im[X)rtant office as editor of “Northrop Notes, where she has proved herself a literary prodigy. At NCS Phyllis has been an indubitable success. Since we have all grown to love her piquant charms, we hope that in the future any separation from them will be as brief as possible. Editor of “Northrop Notes 12 Northrop Notes” 10. 11, 12 Drama Club 10. 11, 12 President of Drama Gub 12 Business Manager of Drama Gub 11 Publications 10. 11, 12 Bookstore Committee 10. 11 Library Committee 10. 11, 12 Gass and Varsity Ba ketball 10 24 Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm. —Emerson “Oh, how primitive!” These words, mixed with never-ending laughter, greet everyone who enters the senior room after 8:01 A.M. We were introduced to this blond bombshell in the ninth grade and since then her endless talents have become well known. Between trips to Mexico, Carol has found time to either better the school's publications or lead her class to victory in some volleyball game. She shows her dramatic ability when she plays Cupid, a role which usual- V !y finds her the third party of some eternal triangle. Since the summer before last, Carol has turned her attention toward Oklahoma from which an air mail letter can reach Minneapolis in less than two days. Many a typist is grateful for the little two-toned Ford into which she welcomes so many at 4:15. Carol’s future is one that no one has to worry about, for she has already been offered the position of headmistress of N.C.S. Senior Publications Committee 10. 11. 12 Circulation Manager of Tatler” 11 Senior Editor of Tatler” 12 Library Committee 10 Bookstore Committee 10. 11 Drama Club 10. 11. 12 Senior Choir 10. 11. 12 Nellie Atwater Friendliness Committee 10 Class and Varsity Basketball 10 Volleyball Class 12 25 “And unextinguished laughter shakes the skies.” —Homer Above the clamor of the senior room. Pammy's voice is always audible. Hut Pam’s vocal strength is mostly confined to laughter anil song, for probably no one enjoys the funnier side of life as much as Pam. Her gift for description of humorous situations, and especially of her European experiences, has kept the senior class rollicking through many recesses and lunch hours. Her j owcr in all sports is tremendous. The entire class has learned to duck when Pam steps up to the serving line on the volleyball court; and woe be to the person who has to guard her in basketball. She is also an experienced skier, and each spring the rest of her classmates enviously watch her head for the ski slopes of Aspen and Sun Valley. Pam’s wavy red hair and her inimitable impersonations of Johnnie Ray will be among the memories of the class of ’55. Drama Club 11. 12 Senior Choir 10, 11, 12 Senior Publications Committee 10. 12 Senior Athletics Committee 11 Field Hockey, Class and Varsity 10. 11 Basketball, Class and Varsity 10. 11. 12 Volleyball. Class 10. 11. 12, Varsity 11 White Team Class Captain 10 Choir Librarian 10 Northrop Notes’ 10 26 Pauta $ae J4au L avumnson “Laugh and the world laughs with you. —Wilcox One of the most entertaining members of the senior class is Secretary Hawkinson. Her anecdotes of Europe (we hope that she will never again demand, “Let me see your nose ) and apropos remarks arc delightful; but the most amusing part of Paula is her indescribable laugh. Aside from keeping her classmates entertained, Paula is of great service elsewhere. The “Taller would not have been complete without her wonderful candid shots. She has also handled her secretarial duties well (much to the relief of late arriving seniors!). Paula has the distinction of being the most efficient prospective housewife (perhaps the only one) in the class. Her ability to handle little children, needle and thread, or cooking utensils with equal skill will certainly assure her a vine-covered cottage of the first order. As for the future—well, doc, you can always rely on the class of ’55 to back you! Class Secretary 12 Class Basketball 10 Varsity Basketball 10 Class Field Hockey 11, 12 Northrop Notes 11 Senior Choir 10, 11, 12 Senior Publications 10, 11, 12 27 M°V«fi t,P'ClaeU —Smith “Has anyone seen the mailman yet? is the daily query of the “individualist of the class of ’55. Known for her numerous acquaintances all over the country, Judie is the envy of many of her less well-traveled classmates. Her colorful talcs of many exjKrienccs both abroad anti at home have consumed numerous senior room discussions. Colorful, also, was Judie’s addition to the Northrop uniform—a red vest lent her by a certain person to bring good luck during exam week. Judic’s ingenuousness and her ability to laugh at herself and make others laugh with her are her greatest assets. Judie can also provide sympathy for her classmates when they need it, a genuine characteristic of “Miss Pearl.” Judie, in sickness or in health, will always remain the individualist of our senior class, and with her assets she will always be successful. Senior Public Relations Committee 10 Senior Publications Committee 11. 12 Library Committee 10. 11 Bookstore Committee 10. 11 28 Reason and judgment are the finalities of a leader. —Tacitus “Nancy Masek: League President might be the title of a fascinating career girl scries, for we all arc aware of the attributes of our school leader. Effectively carrying out her multi-duties, she calmly strolls down the halls with a few volumes of spiral notebooks neatly tucked under her arm. Nancy is the ideal student, for she achieves commendable grades and still finds time for non-academic activities. Her beautiful voice has contributed immeasurably to the success of the choir. A true devotee of symphony, she has generously nurtured the interests of the ignoramuses surrounding her. She also likes to travel, and, in the last two years, she has made two trips to Sun Valley and spent one summer in Holland. Nancy’s interests and achievements arc many, be they in the academic or social field; but, more important, she has gained our true admiration with her quiet, so efficient, mannerisms and her readiness to be a helping friend. League President 12 Senior Gioir 10, 11. 12 Senior Public Relations Committee 10 Class Field Hockey 10, 11 Class Hasketliall 10 Junior Class President 11 School Procedure Committee 11 Library Committee 11 Bookstore Committee 11 Trustees’ Award Committee 11 29 9 C4sr+C s eXcx C-Lxjtfis') -Ur Mr 'V £ l2cxzifO ctpf Y L £ Zs.rr-v ;7l octffc efi. 'V, h '! ° i° uC, — rentes Ss,ltO- jk 4—' Anyone entering the senior room chaos after a bout willi tile life History of a fern plant or Caesar in Oaul would He immediately confronted by Susie's cheery smlie. Hot Susie's fame docs not lie only in the senior room, for Her art work can be observed throughout tHc school. And many's the time Susie's bountiful resources Have come to the aid of an uninspired dance committee. Susie's talents go even farther than the Malls of Ivy. Her superb acting for the Drama Club and dancing brought her much acclaim, not to men-tion her angelic performance at Christmas. It seems unfair to Susie's green-eyed classmates that one person should have so much talent, hut she consoles them by being a true and sincere friend with a warm heart. Considering Susie’s character and talent, no one will be surprised to one day hear a little voice say, -Mother, did you really go to school with that famous person .Art I-Iditor of “'ratler 12 Senior Puhlications Committee 11, 1 — Drama Gub 10r 11, 12 Gass Kicld Hockey 11 Senior Entertainment Committee lO A Literature ahvays anticipates life. It does not copy it, but wolds it to its purpose —Wilde Truer words were never sjwken than when Liz herself said Don't ever dare me to do something because I’ll do it! Many of our secret urges to ridicule some opportune situation, have been realized through Liz’s willingness to do so. Her boundless imagination and epic dreams of glory have become a class tradition. She climaxed her N. C. S. career, which has included four faithful years on the Public Relations Committee, when she joined the choir last fall. Her musical talent, however, is not confined to the soprano section, for there are few of us unfamiliar with Liz’s antics when she wants to ‘‘jazz it up. On first list, as she usually is, Liz does not neglect the academic side of life. In fact, our ardent biologist and Latin lover from way back was the first to be accepted at “the college of her choice. Anxious as we are to keep track of Liz, the only thing we can be sure of is that if we telephone her, we must ask for “Elizabeth.” 31 Senior Public Relations Committee 10, 11, 12 Senior Choir 11. 12 The shining face above is that of one gal who is really an excellent example of a well-developed personality. For years Ginney has been the prkle of the White Team. There arc few class anil varsity lists on which Ginney%s name has not appeared. The “long pageboy, her new coiffure was regarded with dismay by most of her shorn classmates. CJinney's energy extends not only to N. C. S., but to Blake as well. At every game she is out in front rooting for the “Hilltoppcrs.” We All-School White Captain 12 Student Council Representative 1 1 Senior Athletic Committee lO. 11. 12 Senior Choir 12 Hookstorc Committee lO Class and Varsity Basketball lO. 11. 12 Clas ;ixul Varsity Volleyball lO. 11. 12 Class and Varsity Field Hockey lO, 11 U 9inia tea She s but so's ° ck of dynamiter will long remember her hunting trips to the wilds of Hopkins. She has captured many trophies which gloriously adorn the senior room walls (and a few that adorn her neck) — evidence of her prowess. Everyone will remember Ginney Sue as a cheerful classmate and a thoroughly enjoyable friend of all the seniors. We wish you luck in the future, Ginney Sue. 32 ane 'WJinter Ritchie For men may come and men may go, but I go on forever. —Tennyson If it weren’t for Jane's able management of the Public Relations committee and its food sales, the senior class would surely have starved. Keeping the girls well fed was not Jane’s only achievement, for she found time to earn ample profits for the Community Chest, the March of Dimes, a school in Greece, and other worthwhile causes. And if it weren't for Jane's talent for turning every adventure into a fascinating story, the senior room would have been a dull place. Jane is always on time (?), regardless of rain, snow, sleet, and hail. Her frequent trips to Wayzata result in two purchases—Viceroys and hair dye. She has used the latter so successfully that her friends have been tempted to try the same magic formula. But it is not her beautiful hair, alone, that gains admiration from Jane’s friends; instead, it is her ability to make and keep friends. Senior Public Relations Committee 10. 11, 12 Vice President of Public Relations 12 Secretary of League Council 10 Council Representative Class 11 Senior Choir 10. 11, 12 Secretary of Chorus 11 Trustees Award Committee 10. 11 Field Hockey Class 10. 11. 12 Field Hockey. Varsity 10, 12 Class and Varsity Volleyball 10 ,11, 12 Gass and Varsity Basketball 10, 11, 12 33 b Wv ' Something which sounds like a cross between the Rebel yell and a fog horn followed by a low croak echoes through the halls. An invasion? No, it is merely Miss Susan Sandy making her daily debut into the senior room society. Imitating river boats is only one of her numerous accomplishments. A very talented artist and a member of the “Hut Mrs. Burke, I like it THIS way” club, she has painted many veritable masterpieces which may be fount! gracing the lower VC... ws.-'v N .V jj hall throughout the school year. Sandy is the envied possessor of an exceptionally good figure, and she keeps her superb proportions without ever seeming to diet. In fact, she holds the record for the largest one-meal consumption of potato salad in NCS history—twelve servings. In addition to these remarkable abilities, Sandy's perceptive sense of humor has been an integral part of the class of 1955. Library Committee I! Bookstore Committee 11 I'ulilications 12 Volleyball Class 11 Ba kt‘tl all Class 11 Senior Choir 10. 12 34 Life's a very funny proposition after a . ” —Cohan Every morning at approximately 8:15 the red convertible roars up at 20 m.p.h., and we all know that Miss Deborah nomiddic-namc Sarles is once more among us. The mail fiend of the bookstore, Debbie has long been Miss Cole’s right hand woman. Debbie, unlike many of us unenterprising seniors, spends a lot of her time anil energy in school doings. Besides being Photography Editor of the “7’atlcr,” she has lent her talents as stage manager for the Drama Club and her resounding second-soprano voice to tfie Choir's infamous octette. To aid her in her extra-curricular activities, Debbie possesses naturally curly hair, a very fine figure, and an invigorating personality. This combination doesn’t fail her, for she is one of tfie few who arc never at a loss for dates. She has chosen the L7niversify of Wisconsin as her abode for the next four years, where she is hound to make as wonderful an impression as she did at N. C. S. | ALLOWED I 35 Photography Hlclitor of Tatler’ 12 Chairman of library Committee 12 Senior Choir lO. 11, 12 Dranui Club 11, 12 Senior Publications Committee lO. | ] j hibrary Committee IO. 11, 12 Bookstore Committee IO. 11 “Xorthrop .Votes” I I J4.L Si verts Snyder Good humor is goodness and wisdom combined.” —Meredith As a frantic scream, “Please lx- quiet! issues from the senior room every Thursday, sixth period, Northrop's students rest assured that it is only our senior class president, Helen Snyder, attempting to conduct an orderly” class meeting. Helen carries out her duties as class president with enviable calm. In spite of this conscientious attitude, Helen’s executive reserve is usually shattered during first period study hall as, with Hailing arms, she describes an accident. Since her early years at Northrop, Helen has been on almost every athletic team, and she has sjx-nt many of her winter weekends skiing at Telemark. Helen also found time to act as League treasurer last year and to be an active member in the choir. As Mrs. Harrison will testify, Helen’s greatest ability is in the field of mathematics and science. The name of our math genius will, no doubt, be long remembered at N.C.S. Class President 12 league Treasurer 11 Senior School Procedure 12 Trustees Award Committee 10, 11 Gass and Varsity Field Hockey 10. 11, 12 Class and Varsity Volleyball 10, 11, 12 Gass and Varsity Basketball 10. 11 Senior Choir 10. 11. 12 Senior Publications 10 Senior Athletic Committee 11 Bookstore Committee 10. 11 Chorus Librarian 10 36 Waryard Ve ennum The word impossible is not in my dictionary —Napoleon Our class, as Margie's guests cither during an annual weekend at Madeline Island or at one of her notorious parties, have been treated to Margie s abounding hospitality. With equal delight we look back to the senior room sessions where Vennum, as our educator, philosopher, and wit, adds much to the daily huddles. Her amusing talcs of “Men at Madeline (and others) will not soon be forgotten. One of the more gifted girls of our class, Margie has not only been an important mem- ber of the Choir anti Drama Club, but she has also been a participant on several of the class teams. In sports she is particularly known for her wonderful hook shot in basketball. Vennum’s crcativcncss and efficiency merited her the popular choice of Tat-lcr” Editor this year. All this and first honor roll, too, have made Margie one of the most admired Northrop graduates. Vice President of Publications 12 Senior Publications Committee 10. 11. 12 Drama Club 10. 11, 12 Senior Choir 10. 11. 12 Northrop Notes 11 league Treasurer 11 Chorus Secretary 10 Class and Varsity Basketball 10. 11. 12 Class and Varsity Volleyball 10, 11, 12 Class and Varsity Field Hockey 10, II, 12 37 “A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse.” ---Shakespeare “And tliis time tlie posture pins go to ” Yes, there’s Julia a � ain, giving out posture awards. As Vice-President of Athletics, Julia is in her element, for she is probably tlie most versatile and enthusiastic athlete in tlie class because slic has served on every school varsity-in tlie past four years. Julia is also a veteran horse -woman and often plays hookey to achieve greater fame at some interstate horse show. Hut Julia’s talents are not limited to athletics. She has maintained first honor roll grades during her Northrop career, and her mastery of Caesar, Virgil and Cicero is a constant wonder to the rest of her struggling classmates. Julia's most outstanding characteristic is her unfailing cheerfulness. Her smile and delightful sense of humor are a constant pleasure and encouragement, especially during senior “dark hours. Thanks, Julia, for all the sunshine. Senior Seliool Procedure 10 Sniior Athletic Committee II. 12 Vice- I Vesident of Athletics 12 Senior Choi r 10. 11 I )ratna Cluh 11. 12 Class and X'arsity Kield Mockcy lO. 11. 1-Class and Varsity Volleyball 10. 11. 1-Class avid Varsity Basketball lO. 1 1 Bluer Captain lO 38 SENIOR CLASS Commencement, June 10, 1955-thc day of days! The group of twenty-seven “young ladies” clad in white had its start many years ago in the second grade when LAURA ANDREWS, who showed her athletic ability even then on the jungle gym, held the fort. She was joined the next year by JANE RITCHIE, who later had the prestige of being the first to have fier braids cut, and by a little imp named PHYLLIS GAGE. In the fourth grade JUDIE LEW1N, SUSAN SANDY, PAM GIBBS, and HEIDI DEHAVEN arrived on the scene. Mrs. Harrison would have been proud of this nucleus of the class of 55, for the girls showed an intense scientific curiosity, especially about frogs. Pammy's famous runs around the room, followed not too closely by her superiors, added to the general vigor of the class. New fifth-graders SALLY’ ANDREWS, JULIA WARNER, and HELEN SNYDER arrived in time for the horse craze anil got in on the class obsession against having their uniforms washed. With the coming of GINNEY SUE RIDG-WAY and SARAH CARNEY in sixth grade, the girls formed two aptly named teams—the Mustangs and the Red Pcpjxrrs—that battled in ncwcomb and football. Billy Bye and the Golden Gophers were the class idols, and many a “Little Brown Jug match was staged. ThE FALL of 1949 saw the seventh grade bedecked in new blue jumpers and roaming the halls laden with ominous stacks of books (despite our fears of the burdens of Upper School studies, a majority of us were on the honor roll—oh, for the good old days!) That was the year we made our debut in society at dancing school. DEBBIE SARLES stuck her curly head into the class room, and she was closely followed by PAULA HAWKINSON (no doubt, already keeping house like a pro), and MARGIE VENNUM, creator of Dick Dickson, Private Eye. Our love for athletics (and athletes) still thrived, and the whole class nearly brought the auditorium down while stamping and cheering for Bud Grant at a Laker game. BARBIE FORSTER, DAPHNE CORNELL, and SANDRA ELLSWORTH became a part of the class the next year. We gave a tea dance, complete with a huge shamrock, and were thoroughly delighted when Dick Dorrans danced with Miss Pease. Alcatraz Puddles VIII was our toy mascot. Latin lovers were fascinated by Miss Tyler, and we were all engrossed in Mrs. Sicard’s numerous classes and suggestions about the finer | oints of life. Our freshman year began with a rush for window scats in hopes of obtaining a tan during study halls. CAROL GAYLORD, KATHY BERGHUIS, and ELIZABETH PRITCHARD, the newest members of the class, aided in our zealous “Savc-a-Soul clothing drive and money-raising project for the Cass Lake Indians. How proud we were to win the volleyball tournament (although our athletic potentialities didn’t keep us from sneaking cigarettes at Vennum’s house party at Madeline!) WE ENTERED the League study hall as sophomores enriched by the presence of SUSIE PHELPS (our dance decorations have never lacked since), jazz-fiend GAY'LA BURNSIDE, and future president of the United States, NANCY MASEK. Apparently, we couldn’t forget our attachments to the Cass Lake Indians, for they again took a sizeable cut of our treasury. As Juniors, with the added talents of CAROLYN “Is this a dagger I sec before me? DRAKE and MARY' CHRISM AN, class secretary, we raised enough money to give a most successful J.S. at the Nicollet Hotel (what a battle that was!) The Second-Hand Book Store was a lucrative project and a wonderful place to hold a gossip session. Such ccstacy we felt on League Day when we at last draj ed the red tics around our necks and made plans for the senior room! The class t x)k on a cosmopolitan fiavor last fall, for Miss Blodgett’s group and the AFS and Experiment girls returned filled with glorified talcs of life abroad. NICOLE dc PEYF.RIMHOFF exchanged her French culture for our refined lingo. The senior room, our beloved residence, was projxrrly adorned with pennants and signs, as were many of the girls bedecked with scarves and rings about their necks. There were the inevitable complaints about assignments, fears for college boards, anti fascinating discussions. The fathers-daughters banquet was quite an occasion, for it brought the first realization of the nearness of graduation. nD SO our memories continue. To some they may seem trite or unimjxjrtant, but to us they are a part of a wonderful jxrritxl in our lives. At times, life may have seemed slightly unbearable, but we kept on going and can now say, “We made it! Thanks for the push. 39 TOP: M. Chrisman, S. Sandy, D. Cornell, P. Hawkinson, G. Rurnside, N. de Peyerimhoff. MIDDLE: N. Masek. K. Berghuis, E. Pritchard. BOTTOM: First row: Miss Stewart, H. Snyder, G. Burnside. C. Drake, D. Cornell. Second row: M. Chrisman, M. Vennum. C. Gaylord, S. Ellsworth, L. Andrews, B. Forster, P. Gape, S. Sandy, S. Andrews. TOP: First row: J. Warner, N. Masek, C. Gaylord, P. Gape. Second row: M. Chrisman, C. Drake. MIDDLE: |. Warner. P. Mawkinson, V. Ridpway, S. Phelps, H. Dc Haven. BOTTOM: Standing: L. Andrews. B. Forster. S. Andrews, C. Gaylord. Seated: G. Burnside, D. Cornell, M. Chrisman, M. Vennum. P. Gape. Second row: H. Snyder, C. Drake. S. Ellsworth. S. Sandy. 40 First row: I.. Nesbitt, S. Swanson, li. Wilkie, S. Connolly. Cl. Remington, K. Penney. G. Bochrcr. D. I.mi Jon. Row two: S. i'.llertvon, A. Ford, M. Ncwhall, |. Knudson, L. Light, C. l-nmpc, B. Bcim, C. Uelantl, M. Evans, L. I jutlcr, C. Watrous. Row three: M. Mattson, A. Brockman, C. Hatrison, T. Robb, A. Bertram, K. Johnson, C. Colwell, D. Bloomquist. S. Borman, A. Olson, P. Stoller. Absent: K. Geggic, B. Reichert. CLASS of 1956 The class of ’56, thirty-one strong, swept into the league study hall last fall in a wave of enthusiasm. Under the capable supervision of Miss Nottbohm, however, by midyear they hail settled down sufficiently to place a total of seventeen people on the honor rolls—certainly an impressive jKreentage. With Pat Stoller as president anti Sheila Connolly as treasurer, the junior class dance, with “Harvest Moon as the theme, went off very smoothly. The food sales and the book covers also brought in much needed money for CLASS OFFICERS Sheila Connolly, Secretary-Treasurer; Pat Stoller, President. the |. S. The junior Amazons, besides placing second in the volleyball tournament, dominated the hockey field completely, winning all of their games against very tough competition (especially the seniors), anti they did the same in basketball. Most of the junior class’ enterprises this year were to raise money for the Junior-Senior Prom held on June seventh in honor of the graduating class. From nine until one the juniors and seniors and their escorts danced to the music of Percy Hughes and walked around the grounds of the Automobile Club. Then an entertaining open house was held at Bliss Wilkie's, anti the evening ended as a wonderful memory for everyone. This school year has been one of innovations for the junior class. For the first time they were allowed two Crosby Room privileges a week. Also, during exams, they were permitted to leave early or come late according to their schedule. This year saw many different cars—new anti old—lining the back hill. Most of these belonged to enterprising juniors who had snatched them from beneath the noses of ever indulgent parents. For the class of '56, this has also been a year of preparation: preparation for college boards, anti then college, preparation for college research papers through English and history term papers; anti, finally, this has been a year of preparation for the time next fall when the class of ’56 will become the senior class of Northrop Collegiate School, when they will be entitled to wear the red tic and belt of a senior anil assume the rc-sponsibilitics that go with such an honor. Left to right: B. Beim, C. Colwell. M. N’ewhall, A. Bertram. I«eft to right: S. Borman. M. Ncwhall, S. Wheeler. Class Activities Left to right: M. Dawson, C. Light, C. Harrison. S. Borman, M. Noll. Ixft to right: S. Swanson, G. Remington. D. Ijoudon, D. Riomqimt. C. I-ampc. Front row: M. Smith. ('. Gage, I- Nash, A. Cabot. P. Thorpe, F. Dalrymplc, H. Caswell, K. Graham. Row two: M. Brooks, |. Arey, S. Gilmore, M. McCaull. M. Carney, M. Curtice, M. Worthing, K. Lundholm, M. Mill. Row three: M. Swanson. C. Maughan, B. Moore, R. Whitman, T. I orati, |. Anderson, |. McCaull, |. Randall, M. McKee. Absent: M. Connolly. CLASS of 1957 Twenty-seven girls of different tastes anti types make up a very amiable and gay sophomore class. Always filled to the brim with gossip, stories, songs, and tales of wo: and “last Friday night,” a most entertaining afternoon or evening can be spent with any group of these girls. This year the main concern of the class was to raise money for its treasury. One method was taking over the second-hand bookstore. Marcia Brooks, chairman of the bookstore committee, has done a most efficient job. Her task was to see that all the books CLASS OFFICERS fane Arey. Secretary-Treasurer; Jane McCaull. President. were in order, filed, the bills sent, and the checks, in turn, handled with the same care. The whole class helped the committee with the heavy duties of the bookstore, which was a very profitable enterprise. At the bazaar quite a pleasing amount was drawn by girls making a fish pond, Marcia Swanson acting as “Swannee, the fortune teller, selling pennants, drawing caricatures, and getting the profit from items sold for the Victor Blind Society. Besides these efforts to make money, each member of the class had to earn five dollars (apart from class dues), and give these five to the treasury at the end of each semester. By the end of the year, the class' pockctbook was well filled. Aside from their money raising campaigns, the sophomores gave of their many talents to the rest of the school. A good percentage of the class had honor roll grades, and many of the girls were hardworking members of the Drama Club and the choir. The sophomore class is very musical. The Senior Choir quartette was solely made up of tenth graders, and a few girls were in the octette. Many fine voices and fingers well trained for the piano board are to be found in the class. The sophomore class is a conscientious, diligent, and well-balanced group. Under the leadership of president |anc McCaull anti secretary-treasurer Jane Arey, anil with the fine supervision of Mrs. Howell, to whom the class is greatly indebted, much has been learned and accepted concerning discipline and various responsibilities, all of which were carried out magnificently. Northrop should be very proud of her class of ’57. Top: A. Cabot; Middle: B. Moore, M. Worthing; Bottom: J. Randall, P. Thorpe, F. Dalrymplc, F.. Caswell. M. McCaull. R. Whitman, M. Brooks, M. Worthing, M. Swanson. Class Activities S. Ciilmorc, M. Evans, M. McCaull, A. Cabot. Back row: J. Arcy, S. Gilmore, M. Smith, J. Anderson, M. Carney. Front row: J. McCaull, M. Curtice, C. Maugham J. Nash, C. Gage, T. Dorati CLASS of 1958 Front row: S. Snyder, H. Rc.td, S. Kinnard, H. Mackay, J. Onan, K. Pierson, IJtla Andrews, B. Borman, and |. Dora. Second row: A. (jsc, M. Haugen, J. Campbell, laniisc Andrews. H. McDonald. K. Mooers, L. Osborne, B. Luce, K. Andrews, P. Beim, and M. Warner. Third row: P. Tollefson, K. Lowry, (� . Scidl, |. Argetsinger, K. Molander, A. Rizer, L. Platt, T. VanDusen, C. Laymon, Mary Head. M. Silverson. Margie Head, S. Wheeler. S. Fruen. Behind S. Fruen. M. DcHaven. The freshman class has distinguished itself in the Upper School this year by successfully undertaking many new and interesting activities. The girls first tackled a traditional project during the Christmas season—helping less fortunate people. Under the leadership of the ninth-graders' advisor. Miss Blodgett, their president, Mary Silverson, and their secretary-treasurer, Kate Lowry, they arranged a party for the Elliot Park Settlement House. Unfortunately, because of an epidemic at the settlement house, all the girls were not able to attend the party. The freshmen broke precedent this year, for they were permitted to go to the League Dance, a privilege usually reserved for senior high students alone. Susie Snyder, Sally Kinnard, and Robin Andrews did a commendable job helping with the preparations for the dance. Besides participating in social events, the freshmen have been busy with extracurricular activities such as the management of the Library Book store. The job was especially difficult this year, because the store was open to the rest of the school not only during home-room periods anti recesses, but also during study hall hours. This versatile class has managed to take part in some excellent entertainment throughout the year. During the Christmas season, it gave an admirable | crform-ancc of The Elves and the Shoemaker, starring Lilia Andrews, Mary Silverson, and Mary Warner. The class also played a large part in the very successful junior high operetta. Being artistically inclined, they not only furnished Linda Osborne for the lead and others as supporting cast, but they created their own scenery as well. Not to be outdone by the artistic and histrionic abilities of their friends, seven of the freshmen formed a septet anil serenaded one and all. This lively, ambitious class should prove to be an important asset to the senior high next fall. Seated: M. Haugen, L. Andrews. Standing: S. Kinard, C. 1-iymon, B. Borman. R. Andrews. J. Argetsinger. Louise Andrews, M. Silverson, H. McDonald. (..lass (Mticers: Mary Silverson. President; Kate Lowry, Secretary-Treasurer. CLASS of 1959 FIRST ROW: S. Dalrymplc, S. Heller, N. Knoblauch, A. Baskervillc, K. McCarthy, S. Dodge, N. Moore, F. Wells, L. Stein, L. Gage, M. Miller, C. Case. SECOND ROW: S. Pattison, J. Schmidt, M. Anderson, J. Mecch, A. Stephenson, A. Archer, S. Wright, S. Evans, M. Barrows, S. Hayes. THIRD ROW: P. Savage, G. Kerkhof, NT. Moffet, H. Ellsworth, A. Light. K. Henrik son, M. Hyde, J. Mair. FOURTH ROW: B. Baglcy, NT. Nash, M. Pritchard, J. Stenson, V. Brackett. FIFTH ROW: M. Wright, K. Bertram, B. Melamed, K. Bruce, D. Bartel, C. Dcl-aittre. The class of 1959 is one of the pluckiest groups ever to pass through Northrop’s halls. The eighth grade is a most busy one at Northrop, for the greatest variety of subjects arc taken in that year. Aside from the normal courses such as French and English, cooking, sewing, and Bible are studied. Indeed, the eighth grade is the time that many of Northrop's future “Miss Homemakers” get their start in the kitchen or at the sewing machine. Also, the art studio and halls are filled with masterpieces painted by the prodigies of the eighth grade, and Mrs. Harrison’s lab alxmnds with assorted bugs and rocks brought by eager science students. Despite the fact that they have more academic subjects than any other class, the eighth graders somehow fount! time to participate in many extracurricular activities. At the “Old Girls' Party for the New,” they presented an uproarious satire on the hard- ships of Northrop’s faculty and students. Later in the fall they demonstrated their athletic ability when they defeated the seventh grade in volleyball by a score which will remain unmentioned to avoid the embarrassment of their victims. Following tradition, the eighth grade bravely clambered up on wobbly ladders to decorate the Christmas tree with glossy ornaments which sparkled in the usually bleak main hall. For Book Week the girls [icrformcd several very enjoyable-scenes from various Mother Goose stories. Despite these many diverse activities, fifty per cent of the class made honors. Under the leadership of Pam Savage as president, Julie Meech as vice president, Kay Bertram as secretary, and Susan Hayes as treasurer, anti with Mrs. I urngren as faculty advisor during the first term anil Miss Ellinwood the second, the eighth grade survived the strain anil stress of another year. I � to nght: II. Melamed. rv. Monet, omeers: rv ncnram, r. oavage, uc«t 10 right: J. Mecch, S. Heller, L. Stein. A. Stcphanson. J. Stenson, M. Pritchard. J. Mcech, S. Hayes. - Ml Mmi ummmmjii CLASS of 1960 FIRST ROW: K. Upschultz. Ronnie Sigal. P. Johnson, Reggie Sigal, L. Caswell. M. Noll. Susan Wilkie, M. Miller. SECOND ROW: B. Reid, B. DePuy, B. Dietz, L. Lack, J. Zimmerman. THIRD ROW: M. Child, S. Andrews, P. Plass, S. Fisher, P. Chisholm, E. Crosby. FOURTH ROW: M. McCray, |. Clough, M. Pcsck. S. Bradford. S. Nash. FIFTH ROW: H. Dunsheath, M. Pohl, J. Vcreen, M. Cullen. C. Light, Sally Wilkie. K. Knudson. SIXTH ROW: P. Winslow, G. Strong, E. Bcrglund, M. Dawson, M. McCabe. B. Whitman. As the newcomers to the Upper School, the seventh grade have really been busy with all of their new activities. The burden of Upper School studies was offset by the wonderful experience of having senior big sisters. The two classes sj cnt many glorious times with each other. To begin with, the seniors gave a picnic, and an entertaining afternoon was spent going on a scavenger hunt. The seventh grades then entertained the seniors at a recess party to which each girl brought food. Other parties included o| cn houses in the senior room, a Valentine’s Day party, and a baby picture contest. Aside from their activities with their big sisters, the seventh graders took on many projects, carefully supervised by advisors Miss Filin wood and Mrs. Iglitzin, and class officers Paula Winslow and Lucy Caswell. One of their first enterprises was decorating their bulletin board with different school pennants. At Christmas time they rampaged their schoolmates’ attics to obtain toys to give to various settlement houses. Many of the seventh graders lent their talents to the Junior Choir, and they took an active part in the colorful operetta. Athletically speaking, the girls enjoyed adjusting to the new sports of the upper school, and they made a valiant attempt to defeat the eighth grade in volleyball, but to no avail. Last fall the seventh graders were the guests of honor at the annual Old Girls’ Party For The New, and they look forward to trying their hand at comedy in the skits next year. The school (and especially the Taller staff) arc very proud of the seventh grade because they solicited over half the ads for the yearbook and, thus, earned a half-day holiday on February tenth. The class of I960 has certainly been a welcome addition to the Upper School. Lett to right: 11. Dunsheath, P. Johnson. S. Wilkie, S. Nash. P. Chisholm. Class officers: Lucy Caswell and Paula Winslow. Ixtt to right: M. Cullen, M. McCabe, C. Light, K. Lipshultz, J. Vcreen. Front to luck, inside row: Mary Egermaycr, Margo Wells, Marnic Wakefield. Pamela (klcndahl, Cynthia Spencer, Cathy Forster. Tcri McCanncI, Nina Knoblauch, Molly Faegre, Cynthia lairson, I .auric Syverton. Cynthia (Singer. iSonnie Miller, (ill Dow. Peggy Winter, Eleanor Klwell. Front to Kick, outside row: Suzanne Moore, Kit Keith, Judy Arlett, Suzanne Smullen. Sally Noble, (airol Ann lohnson, Joy Flinsch. Absent: Lucy Warner, Vicky Brooks. SIXTH The sixth grade has had its usual busy time this year. The class attended a play put on by the University Players. In the fall they went with the fifth grade to Scott Hall to see Marco Polo. Led by presidents Pam Odendahl and Suzanne Moore, and guided by Mrs. Chamberlain, they have been in charge of the lanvcr School collections for the Red Feather, the March of Dimes, and the Red Cross Drive. The girls conducted two chapels, one to help the Community Chest and one to arouse interest in voluntary service for the Red Cross. For the first time this year they wrote a correspondence album as a part of their Red Cross work. This was done in their English and art classes and was sent to a school over-seas to nuke friends and tell about their school, their city, and their state. In cooperation with the lower School project of packing gift boxes for Top left picture. Class Officers: Margo Wells, Mary Egermaycr, Suzanne Moore, Kit Keith. Cynthia (.arson, and Sally Noble. Top right picture: Front row, Cynthia Binger, Laurie Syverton. Back Row: Vicky Brooks, Sally Noble, Cathy Forster, Mary Egermaycr. Bottom left picture: E. El well, L. Warner, P. Odendahl, B. Miller, |. Flinsch. C. Spencer. T. McCanncI. Bottom right picture: M. Faegre. M. Wakefield. J. Arlett. C. A. lohnson, N. Knoblauch. S. Smullen. GRADE the Red Cross, the sixth grade had the responsibility of giving these out to the other rooms, of collecting them after they bad been filled, and of checking on their packing. The sixth grade have also been leaders in putting out the l-ower School's “Tweener Times.” During Brotherhood Month, they planned a special bulletin ixurd for their own room and made posters in art which they put on other boards about the building. The girls also showed their artistic abilities by painting colorful bowls for the bazaar. As part of their learning about the library and its uses, they took an excursion to the main building of the Minneapolis Public Library. Certainly, the successful year of the sixth grade has indicated that they are ready to take on the responsibilities of the Upper School. 50 Front row: Marianna Bar tat sis, Nicky Nickerson, Anne Wakefield, Lonny Baglcy, Kay Carney, Elizabeth Rogers, Joanne Brooks, Cheryl Hansen, Susan Kanner. Back row: Louise Hacking, Ians Tupper West, Sigrid Nye, Joy Toftness, (Irace ClifJord, Betsy Hall, Linda Aldrich, Carol Onan. FIFTH GRADE The fifth graders have had a busy and exciting year. The first project they undertook was the organization of a Junior Fire Department which worked steadily to combat unnecessary fires in the home and the school. They presented an excellent chapel program at the beginning of the year in which they demonstrated some of the dangerous fire hazards that might exist in their homes. In addition, the fifth grade safety committee has made all of us conscious of the need for a positive Once a week throughout the year, a fourth grade class meeting was led by their president, who was elected every three weeks. Each girl had a chance to participate in these meetings with a report on a book or current events. At the end of each president's term, badges were awarded to those who had earned them by obeying the fifth grade hall committee rules and by minding their president during the meeting. In their studies, the girls thoroughly enjoyed map work, as well as some ex- approach to accident prevention. As a second project they dramatized Greek myths, which they presented to the I-owcr School. Evidence of their literary talent was shown in the poems which they wrote and which were exhibited in booklet form. Finally, they put fractions to a practical use by multiplying recipes and eating their problems.” The fifth grade certainly have had an exciting, if not fattening, year! periments in science. They also made notebooks of English grammar rules and contributed to a chart of books that they had read and discussed. But the most exciting event of the year was a trip to the Sibley and Faribault Houses to supplement the girls' interesting study of pioneer living. This school year was certainly an energetic and profitable one for the class of 1963. FOURTH GRADE Donna Brown Mary Robbins Bartara Clifford Linda Howard Joanne Lalicllc Harriett Crosby Kate Piilsbury Elizabeth Henderson Polly Andrews Sonja Fergestad Sally Sweatt Kathryn Reyerson Nancy (icltman Martha Turner Sally Boyce Josic Thorpe Marianne Keller 51 Front row: Mary Crosby, Susan Ringer. Michele Brooks, Ann Suker, MufTett Levy, Mary Michael Connolly and Sandra Moore. Standing: Kitty 1 Iancock. Louise Patten. Judy Ringer. |.mic Dow, Linda Wills and Jessie Steiner. THIRD GRADE The amount the third grade have accomplished is amazing! In connection with their social studies unit, the girls brought several interesting objects, such as English china, from different lands. Other projects included making Easter bonnets from certain types of materials for a style show and learning about food and correct eating habits. Knowing that knowledge of traffic and safety rules is important to everyone at every age, the members of the class drew imps of the Minneapolis streets. This year the second grade—the largest for a long time—have a long list of activities and accomplishments to their credit. In the fall, to supplement their study of science, the class balanced an aquarium which, they can proudly say, has remained | er-feet throughout the year. After learning the mechanics of Northrop' library from Miss Cole, the girls visited the Minneapolis Public Library, where they saw not only the mammoth supply of books, but also the museum and planetarium con- They also participated in civic activities by giving donations to the Red Cross. Another great step forward was made this year when the class began cursive writing, and their work showed marked improvement by the end of May. This third grade has proved itself to be a wonderful class, indeed, for the girls participated eagerly in all projects and profited by their activities. nectcd with the establishment. Other trips included a visit to Kmrioh's Bakery, where Northrop’s bread and rolls are made, a visit to a fire station, and one to Northland Creamery. But the most exciting adventure of all was a ride to St. Paul and luck on the Zephyr. The second grade have thoroughly enjoyed this year and urc looking forward to more interesting activities in the third grade next year. SECOND GRADE Seated: Kathy Aby, Susan Stewart. Martha Pattison, Kathryn Schlcnker, Sandra Byrd, Charlotte McCabe. Standing: Karen Hawkinson, Page Faegre, Linda Goldner, Debbie lares. Jeanne Kmrich, Lila dc Laittre, Marilyn Abrams. I ori Knudson, Louise Wakefield, Tara Whitely. 52 Seated: Sherry Moore. Pamela Clifford. Terry O’Keefe and Nancy (larncr. Standing: Marion Robinson, Shelley Witt, Betsy Andrews. Eva Lynn Barhatsis, and Betty Hancock. Absent: Wendy Anderson. FIRST GRADE This year found the first-graders enjoying many field trips. Among the places visited was the Kenwood Carden, where the girls collected seeds and watched the gardener prepare plants for winter. Next came a trip to the Melder's Market to learn about buying groceries, making apple sauce, canning foods, and generally preparing for the winter. For Christmas, they made knitting boxes for their mothers and decorated a tree with gold chocolate coins. Another of their projects was the Korean Plan For Peace. The girls made scrapbooks and sent plastic lugs containing school materials to Korea. An especially interesting activity was a weekly trip to the Library. Finally, to capitalize on their study of animals, the first grade took a trip in April to the Museum of Natural History. The last of their interesting adventures was spending a morning of fun at a farm with the kindergarten. The three boys and seven girls of this year's kindergarten have had a wonderful year under the careful supervision of Mrs. Hanson. The little group has done many exciting things during the year. At Thanksgiving they haked a real pic, built a log cabin and had a party. Before Christmas vacation they acted out a skit. The Night Before Christmas. Around Valentine’s Day they built a little post office and learned how to operate it by buying stamps and mailing letters. Other activities of the kindergarteners have been ice skating, singing songs, painting, and preparation in reading readiness. The kindergarten room itself is lovely. In one corner is a play house with a complete kitchen and living room. In another corner is the piano and library. A jungle gym and large tables occupy the center of the room. We can be sure that these children will have a very wonderful first grade year. KINDER- GARTEN Susan Moos, Marilee Boole, Timmy Connolly, Teddy Elwell, Robby Stewart, Vicki Ford, and Nan Cowin. Absent: Ixmnic Sonmore, Kathryn Erickson, and Kristine Peterson. 53 T- I-cft to right: |. Dow, S. Kanncr, S. Fcrgestad, J. Steiner, K. Reyerson, N. Nathanson, M. Levy. Boarding the Bus I-eft to right: R. Stewart, T. Connolly, T. Elwcll. Mid-morning Milk Delivery 1-eft to right: M. Turner, K. Reyerson, E. I Icndcrson. D. Brown. Social Hour For the Fourth Graders The School Fire Chief And Her Committee l.cft to right: I.. Raglcy, M. Barbatsix, L. Hacking, A. Wakefield, S. Nye, and Elmer, the mascot. nS LEAGUE COUNCIL LEAGUE OFFICERS Front row: K. Lundholm. S. Borman. Row two: M. Vcnnum, N. Masek, C. Harrison. Row three: J. Ritchie, H. dc Haven, J. Warner. COUNCIL MEMBERS Seated: C. Harrison, M. Vcnnum, J. Warner, N. Masek, H. de Haven, |. Ritchie, H. Snyder. Standing: M. Silverson, M. Smith, K. Johnson, P. Winslow, P. Savage, I . Stoller, S. Borman, K. Lundholm, J. McCaull. As stated in the Northrop Key for 1954-1955, the purpose of the Northrop league is “to support the school administration in the best manner, to secure order and efficiency in school life, and to promote unity of pur-| sc and a high sense of honor among the students at ail times. Since the lx.iguc Council is the governing body of the league, these arc the objectives it strives to uphold and strengthen. It serves also to unite the four main committees to obtain through its members the sentiments of the student body, to consider and act on any suggestions for change, and to interpret the Ixaguc (roverment. This vear the Council was led by league President Nancy Masek, with Miss Gray as its helpful advisor. Subordinating officers were sophomore Katie Lundholm as Secretary, and juniors ( athy Harrison and Susie Borman as Treasurers. The other customary members included the Vice Presidents in charge of committees, the class presidents, and one representative each from grades ten and eleven. This year, besides fulfilling routine duties, the Council undertook several worthy tasks. Delegates were sent to the State and National (x n-ventions of Student Councils; Lipstick at Northrop was considered and rejected; an International Day was planned, in which foreign exchange students visited Northrop and offered an enlightening panel discussion; meetings were held with various classes to interpret the Honor System Under its able leaders, the Northrop Ixaguc had another successful and efficiently-run year. JUNIOR COMMITTEE (Left) Standing: M. Silverwn, P. Savage, M. Dc Haven, R. Andrews, K. Pierson, P. Winslow, K. Bertram. Seated: I). DeLaittre, B. Whitman, P. Plass. SCHOOL PROCEDURE SENIOR COMMITTEE (Right) Seated: H. DeHaven, D. Loudon. H. Snyder, N. Masek. S. Andrews. Standing: J. McCaull. C. Gage. M. Swanson, J. Knud son, P. Stoller. Upon the shoulders of the girls in the Junior anil Senior School Procedure Committees falls a great responsibility. It is their job to interpret and enforce the rules of our honor system and to uphold and strengthen it. The committees guide the students toward a thorough understanding of the honor system anti point out methods by which it may best be made to succeed. The senior committee oversees student study hall supervision anti recommends suggested procedure to guide anti aid the supervisors; it also regulates the Crosby Room privilege. The junior committee guides the Junior High to a full understanding of the honor system by introducing it slowly anil thoroughly to the seventh grade over a two month indoctrination period at the beginning of the school year. Much of the time in actual meetings is s| cnt by the committees in interpreting various rules. An example is the senior committee’s definition of a Northrop uniform. This year, to make it possible for every girl to always be in correct uniform, a rental service has been established by the committee to provide forgotten articles for use during a school day. In addition to familiarizing the students with the honor system and interpreting its rules, the Procedure Committees must also decide suitable punishments for various infractions; in connection with this purpose, the senior committee supervises the penalty and tardy halls. Heidi De Haven is this year the Vice President in charge of School Procedure. Her committees are made up of the class presidents and students from each class who chose this responsibility as one of their extracurricular activities. Miss Nott-bohm advises the senior committee, Miss Iflodgett, the junior. The Junior anti Senior Procedure Committees, though working in different areas, are striving for the same things. When they became members of this committee, these girls thereby pledged themselves toward the perfection of our honor system anti its firm preservation through understanding, justice, and honesty. 57 TATI.I K STAFF Front row: S. Phelps, I). Sarlcs. Row two: C, Gaylord, M. Vennum. Row three: S. Borman, L Nesbitt, K. Her him. C. Drake. PUBLIC Every year a great amount of hard work and time is spent by the Senior Publications Committee in their efforts to get the year’s Taller to press. Desperate voices of the Business Manager and the Editor plead for ads; there are threats of the Tatler’s being a mere spiral notebook. This year the committee was really the slave of the “Tatler’s” Editor-in-chief, Margie Vennum, who was fiendishly determined that her new ideas for the yearbook were to be carried out. Layout Editor Kathy Berghuis was set to work enlarging the book anil blueprinting different layouts. Senior Editor Carol Gaylord prodded her classmates for the senior biographies and sent ace photographer Paula Hawkinson sneaking about to take candids of each senior. Running down the halls and stairs, dashing from one room to another, was Debbie Sarlcs. The cause? Photographs! Her job was to see that five different groups rushed info as many rooms, tumbled into position, and had their pictures taken; by the way—all in forty minutes. Art Editor Susie Phelps rushed about seeing that the cover and division pages were perfected. Carolyn Drake, Business Manager, went through the agony of alleviating financial difficulties through the ad campaign. Susie Borman, too, helped the Taller funds by obtaining more subscriptions than any other Circulation Manager has done. Lynn Nesbitt’s efforts as Literary Editor may Ik- seen, for the creative writing contest was a great success. But the unsung hero of the Taller is one to whom many thanks are owed—faculty advisor Miss Stewart. As you read through this yearbook, it is hoped that you will find that the concentrated work of everyone has resulted in one of the most wonderful “Tatlcrs ever published. SENIOR COMMITTEE From row: G. Remington, A. Cabot. G. Burnside, S. Phelps, M. Vennum, I. Ix win, N. dePeyerimhoff. Second row: B. Moore. L. Light, P. Gage, S. Borman, D. Sarles, C. Gaylord, I. Randall. Third row: P. Hawkinson, S. Sandy, M. Chrisman, A. Brockman, A. Olson, and T. Dorati. Fourth row: K. Berghuis, C. Drake, S. Gilmore, C. Ueland, K. Johnson. P. Gibbs. and L. Nesbitt. AT I O N S Aside from putting out the Tatlcr, the Senior Publications Committee has the task of issuing the school anil alumnae newspaper, the “Northrop Notes. Under the skillful managing of editor Phyllis Gage, four issues of the paper were put out. Each was carefully compiled, and the results were most gratifying. A variety of interests were represented in the Notes,'' among them general school news, editorials, lower school data, alumnae news and the inevitable gossip. With the help of Business Manager Lynn Nesbitt, Feature Editor Tonina Dorati, Lower School Editor Elizabeth Graham, and News Editor Elizabeth Light, many interesting features were entered into the paper, and the school was kept informed of all happenings throughout the year. The Junior Publications Committee, with Mrs. Turn-gren as advisor and Joan Argetsinger as Editor-in-Chief, put out two very successful issues of the Northrop Nutshell. The committee also did outside activities, such as taking their annual visit to the Star-Journal plant. In February the committee put on a skit based on the theme of the way to conduct an interview. Then came an original song— Meet That Deadline, and, to nicely round out the afternoon, there was a serious discussion of “What is an editorial? As for the “Nutshell itself, we must congratulate Joan Argetsinger for doing such an excellent job collecting and organizing the material. Art Editor Sally Kinnard for gathering the many fine drawings that cheerfully added color to the magazine, and Circulation Manager Ann Case for being able to sell so many copies. Certainly, both the “Northrop Notes staff and their prodigies on the Northrop Nutshell have added much to the school's publications with their excellent newspapers. NORTHROP NOTES STAFF L. Nesbitt. T. Dorati, P. Gage, Editor; I.. Graham, and L. Light. JUNIOR COMMITTEE SITTING, left to right: Nancy Moore. Betsy DePuy, Helen Mackav, |an Schmidt, Joan Argetsinger, Reggie Sigal. SECOND ROW: Kay Hendrikson, Dianne Kartell, Lucy Caswell, Ann Ri .er, Mary Head, Susan Bradford. Susan Wheeler, Ann Case, Judy Onan, Sally Kinnard. lean Mair, Susan Wright. Ann Archer, loan Clough. 'I I HKD ROW: Kathy Bruce, Gretchen Kerkhof, Susan Heller. Marcy Haugen, Carolyn l avmon, Betty Borman, Karen Molandcr. V © SENIOR COMMITTEE FIRST ROW, Ixft to Right: B. Reichart, M. Curtice, L. Lauder, S, Carney, K. Caswell. SECOND ROW: M. Carney, K. (icggic. K. Lundholm, |. Ritchie, |. Anderson, K. Penney, M. Evans, C5. Bochrcr. JUNIOR COMMITTEE FIRST ROW. left to right: M. Wright. B. Baglcy, N. Nash. SECOND ROW: S. Wilkie. C. Case. L. Stein, B. Melamed, F. Wells, J. Mccch, K. Lowry, A. Baskcrvillc, A. Stephenson, S. Pattison. THIRD ROW: II. Read, M. Pritchard, S. Evans, (I. Brackett, L. Platt. P. Tollefson, L. I tck, K. Lipschultz, M. McCray, S. Fisher, A. Light, J. Zimmerman, S. Andrews, R. Sigal. PUBLIC RELATIONS T. Dorati, F.. Caswell, L. Caswell, II. Baskcrvillc seem surprises! at the results of a caricature. Students and visitors examine merchandise at the Bazaar. Swami predicts the future for Northropites. As long as the Junior and Senior Public Relations Committees are in action, they uphold King George Vi’s statement that “the highest distinction is service to others. These organizations arc responsible for undertaking the school’s welfare activities. This year the senior committee, headed by Jane Ritchie, with Miss Chambers as faculty advisor, tackled such ambitious projects as the Community Chest Drive and the March of Dimes. They gave financial aid to an Indian girl, an Edison High student, a Greek school, and an Indian school. This year the profits from the Christmas Bazaar exceeded five hundred dollars, two thirds of which went to the Community Chest and one third to other charities. In February the committee volunteered to cooperate with the American Field Service and the PTA in financing a one-year scholarship at Northrop for a foreign student. This year the junior committee, under chairman Kate Lowry and advisor Mrs. Bordcau, has done an outstanding job. The members assisted the senior committee in collecting foot! for several settlement houses at Thanksgiving. Among its own projects, the committee sponsored the annual dog show for the Community Chest. Spic and span dogs of all kinds romped about the playficld. The junior committee also sold UNESCO stamps to support the United Nations in rebuilding Korean schools. Fortunately their pleas in behalf of these “worthy causes were well rewarded by record-breaking donations, and this year the Public Relations committees have fulfilled their purpose: contributing to public welfare. SENIOR COMMITTEE FIRST ROW, left to right: T. Robb, S. Ellertson, M. Hill. J. Arcy, S. Connolly. SECOND ROW: M. Brooks, C. Harrison, A. Ford, D. Blomquist, B. Forster, F. Dalrymplc. IUNIOR COMMITTEE M. Dawson, B. Dietz, C. McCarthy, K. Mooers, I.. Cage, M. Pcsek. M. McCabe, S. Wilkie, C. Light. ENTERTAINMENT The Entertainment Committee, Junior anti Senior divisions, is an organization whose job is to plan and provide festivities for the school whenever the occasion arises. Under the supervision of senior chairman Barbie Forster and advisor Mrs. Howell and junior chairman Katie Mooers and advisor Miss Rowley, the committees handled all the publicity for the school. Not only did they divulge information about plays, dances, and operettas, but they saw that NCS was not forgotten in the society page, for they often phoned in local news to the paper. Their first big job this year was the Old Girls’ Party for the New. The skits were certainly full of the traditional humor and slapstick, and everyone was delighted to find that the teachers could “ham it up as w'ell as the students, as the faculty satirized a typical week-end at Telemark (did w’c notice the seniors laughing especially hard during this skit?). Committee members also ushered at the bazaar, the school plays Puss n Boots and The Curious Savage, anti at the Jr. High Operetta, “Annie Laurie. To celebrate Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter, the Entertainment Committees provided festive decorations for the tables to go along w-ith the delectable holiday meals. On visitors’ day, the committees obligingly passed out refreshments. The junior committee’s main effort was a talent show, which proved to be a great success. The most energetic project of the senior committee was the annual League Dance—the fruit of League dues—which it organized and sponsored on March 12. Top: M. Brooks and A. Ford confer over dance decorations. S. Ellertson. |. Arcy. B. Forster fire pa re table or Thanksgiving dinner. S. Connelly, F. Dairy mple, T. Robb. M. Connelly prepare decorations for the league Dance. SENIOR COMMITTEE ROW I: M. Worthing, I). Cornell, C. laimpc. M. Mattson. ROW 2: M. Ncwhall, M. McCaull. B. Bcim, I.. Andrews, J. Warner, V. Ridgsvay. A. Bertram, I . Thorpe, J. Nash. ATHLETICS If you happened to see a weird apparition walking down the hall this year, you shouldn't have Ixren perturbed, for it was only a member of the Athletic Committee inside a sandwich board advising good posture. In conjunction with the posture contest, vice president |u!ia Warner was determines! to improve the stature of Northropites by means of a number of devices such as hall advertising, buying new pins, and giving awards for best natural and best improved posture. Aside from attempting to beautify their schoolmates, the Senior Athletic Committee sponsored all varsity games and sold food and halloons. They also were in charge of the Summit play-days; the first became a volleyball tournament when rain prevented field hockey, and the second was a basketball contest. The |unior Committee, under Chairman Helen McDonald, weren’t idle this year, cither. The faculty was challenged to a volleyball game that provided hilarious entertainment for everyone, ITk delightful costumes that sundry teachers wore proved that the faculty could think of stranger things than their infamous tests! Referee Warner had a difficult time keeping the game in a comparatively sane state, for the costumes (such as Mrs. lohansen's man-from-outer-space-umpirc-foot-lull-player’s garb) kept everyone in hysterics; nor did water-boys Mrs. Bringen and Mrs. Turngrcn. or cheerleader Mrs. Peters, help matters. Despite their opponents' wardrobe, how-c cr, the Junior Athletic Committee won the game. Throughout the year, the athletic committees have added much fun to the school. JUNIOR COMMITTEE STANDING: N. MofTct, |. Stenson, S. Dodge, S. Snyder, L. Andrews. M. Head, B. I.uce, K. Knudson, T. VanDusen, I- Osborne, M. Warner, J. Dorn. I.. Platt. KNEELING: M. Miller. E. Crosby, M. Miller, I.. Platt. N. Knoblauch, H. McDonald. P. Chisholm, J. Verccn, M. Pohl. H. Duiuheath. 62 BOOKROOM COMMITTEE Ixft to right, row one: B. Moore. O. Blomijuist, S. Kllcrtson, B. Wilkie, B. Reichert. B. Luce. Row two: K. Geggie, K. Johnson. LIBRARY This year the Library Committee was larger and more active than ever before. Committee chairman Debbie Sarlcs, along with supervisor Miss Cole, directed the group so that tire library was a great aid to all. The committer members each gave up some study-halls in order to help Miss Cole m a variety of ways, Books were checked out and in, repaired, and filed by these girls; the library was supervised so that those who desired quiet would be able to study and do reference work. The seventh-grader who needed information for some project, and the senior who had to write a biography in five minutes, were able to get Miss Cole’s help, for the Library Committee had relieved her of some of her tasks. All in all. the twenty girls collectively devoted about five-hundred hours to library work, a job that should Ik appreciated Ivy all students. The book store committee is sefurate from the library group, for it is the job of the former to sell school supplies in the little room next to the library. This year’s committee consisted of freshmen, sophomores, and juniors who worked recesses and activity periods, and even some study halls, so that the store’s merchandise could be available at more times. Thus, both the Book Store and IJhrary Committees have helped Northrop students, and the two groups are to Ik commended for their fine work. LIBRARY SUPERVISORS FIRST ROW: M. Smith. S. Gilmore, C. Maughan, C. Harrison, M. Hill, L. Light, M. Worthing. |. Arey, J. Knudvon, |. Nash. D. Sarles. SECOND ROW: K. fohnvon, I . St oiler, C. Uciand, A. Brockman, T. Robb, A. Bertram, |. Lcwin, S. Swanson. SENIOR CHOIR FIRST ROW: M. Mattson, S. Andrews, H. dc Haven, A. Olson, K. Ceggic, M. Smith, A. Ford, C. Drake, L. Nesbitt, C. Limpr. SECOND ROW: K. Johnson, P. Gibbs, R. Whitman, |. Ritchie, H. Snyder, L. Andrews, K. Berghuis, M. Chrisman, J. Nash. N. Masek. THIRD ROW: G. Remington. B. Moore. M. Swanson. S. Borman. M. Vennum, N. dc Peyerimhoff, S. Carney, |. Arcy, |. Randall, T. Robb. F. Dalrymple. FOURTH ROW: M. Worthing, M. McCaull, T. Dorati, E. Pritchard, M. Hill, M. Brooks, P. Thorpe, J. Anderson, J. Knud son, M. Evans. FIFTH ROW: G. Ridgway, M. Curtice, G. Burnside, M. Ncwhall, I). Sarlcs. C. Gaylord, A. Cabot, M. Carney, G. Bochrcr, P. Siollcr SIXTH ROW: K. Lundholm, S. Sandy, P. Hawkinson, C. Maughan. JUNIOR CHOIR FIRST ROW: B. DePuy, M. Cullen, S. Nash, B. Diet ., K. Lipschultz, M. McCray, P. Plass, B. Whitman, C. Light. Ronnie Sigal, J. Vereen, A. Stephenson, K. McCarthy, M. Miller, L. Caswell, Reggie Sigal. SECOND ROW: M. Dawson, S. Dodge, J. Mcech, !•'. Wells, N. Knoblauch, S. Hayes, N, Moore, P. Savage. L. Stein. C. Case, S. Dalrymple. ). Stenson. M. Warner, M. Silverson, S. Kinnard. THIRD ROW: V. Brackett. C. Laymon, L. Andrews, A. Light, A. Archer, S. Wright. M. Pritchard, H. Mackay. J. Dorn, J. Schmidt, N. MofTcl, L. Osborne, M. Hyde, D. Bartel, J. Campbell. POUR I H ROW: P. Bcim, B. Borman, K. Bruce, M. Wright, M. Haugen, H. McDonald, R. Andrews, M. Head, B. Luce, G. Scidl, |. Argetsinger, K. Mooers, H. Ellsworth. K. Hen rick son, J. Mair, S. Evans. n‘ CHOIRS With the patience and skillful leadership of Miss Indihar, the Northrop Junior and Senior Choirs had another successful year. Throughout the entire year, tltc Senior Choir kept consistently busy preparing for and giving various programs. The first effort, given on Armistice Day, included three patriotic songs—“This Is My Country,” “Where In Tltc World But In America,” and The Battle Hymn Of The Republic. In a Thanksgiving chapel the choir sang a hymn, Praise Ye the I ami. the Almighty. Then, at Christmas time, the Senior Choir joined with the Junior and Lower School Choirs in an impressive Christmas pageant at the school on December 17th. The program of Christmas songs was illustrated by colorful tableaux in the background. Special parts in the program were taken by the soloists, Nancy Masck and Nicole dc PeycrimhofT, a trio, and an octette. Members of the trio were Ann Gtboi. Plorie Dalrymplc, and Judy Nash; and in the octette were Elizabeth Light, Tonina Dorati. Gwen Remington, Susan Borman, I'Jebbic Sarlcs, Randal Whitman, Dorothy Ixmdon, and Judy Knudson. Thanks to Miss Indihar’s skillful directing, the program was a great success. The Senior Choir’s activities didn't stop there, however. On the same day they gave an identical concert in the Radisson Hotel lobby. This program was recorded, and for the first time in Northrop history the choir appeared on television. Their next performance, an Easter program at the school, featured the octette and two songs by the choir, A Galilean Easter Carol and Were You There? On April 22nd they put on the annual operetta, a very enjoyable presentation of Babes in Toyland by Victor Herbert. Finally, as the school year ended, the choir brightened League Day and Commencement with their fine singing. Under the management of Laura Andrews as president, Grctchen Boehrer as secretary-treasurer, and Cindy Maughan and Carol Gaylord as librarians, the Senior Choir had a very successful year. The Junior Choir, too, had an active year. After participating in the Thanksgiving and Christmas programs, they concentrated on preparing an operetta—the first operetta given by the Junior Choir at Northrop “. . . and maybe the last! commented Miss Indihar, immerseid in try-outs, rc-heatsals. and the other hectic tasks of preparation. The operetta was Annie Laurie, a story of Robert Burns by Jerome Lawrence anti Robert Lee. On February 24th the colorful production took place, complete with an authentic Highland Fling, which added a vivid touch to the Scottish atmosphere. Leading parts were taken by Linda Osborne, Jean Mair, Marcy Haugen. Betty Borman. Lucy Caswell, Helen McDonald, and Jill Campbell. The performance was thoroughly enjoyed by all. This year the able officers of the Junior Choir were Carolyn Laymon as president. Nan Moffet as secretary-treasurer, and Alice Stephenson and Mary Pritchard as librarians. Under Miss Indihar's expert guidance and direction, both choirs have had a very profitable year; and we arc sure that they will continue to do as well in the future. Senior Choir Officers: G. Boehrer, C. Gaylord, L. Andrews, C. Maughan Junior Choir Officers: A. Stephenson, C. Laymon N. Moffet, M. Pritchard Senior Chorus Officers: N. dePeyer-imhoff, J. Knudson, T. Dorati, absent: E. Pritchard Miss Indihar Scenes from Jlie C urioLi5 yy avacfe M. Vcnnum, C. Drake, G. McCabe, K. Penney, D. I-oudon. Ci. Wiggs, P. Gage, S. Phelps, L. Nesbitt, M. Vennum. do DRAMA CLUB This year the talented members of the Senior Drama Club have been especially active. As a change of pace, a few members of the Drama Club were fortunate enough to be able to visit the Star Theatre last fall. Seeing all the props and scenery and making a tour backstage proved to l c a very interesting, as well as enjoyable, experience. The girls hope that a trek of this sort may Ik made annually. The first main project for the club this year was the production of the children’s play, “Puss ’n Hoots, for the Lower School fathcr-and-daughtcr dinner. It was the first time that a form of entertainment such as this was given for the dinner. The actresses in the play were Cindy Maughan, Kate Penney, Sue Gilmore, Phyllis Gage, Mary Evans, and Katie Lundholm; however, all members of the club worked extremely hard to make the play the success that it was. On the day following the dinner, the play was given for the Upper School. The repeat performance of one play was another “first for the Northrop Drama Club. The major project of the club this year was the production of the three act Broadway play, “The Curious Savage, by John Patrick. The story took place in an institution called “The Cloisters. The plot involved a humorous, elderly—and somewhat sane—woman, Mrs. Savage (well-portrayed by Margie Vennum), who was unwillingly committed to the institution by her stepchildren (Kate Penney. Dorothy Loudon, and George McCabe). During her stay at “The Cloisters, she be- came acquainted with some unique individuals who were guests at the home. These characters were delightfully played by Sue Phelps, Phyllis Gage, Glen Wiggs, Lynn Nesbitt, anti Sue Gilmore, and the part of Dr. Emmett was taken by Carolyn Drake. The story became more involved when Mrs. Savage’s stcjv-childrcn tried, in vain, to recover the large Savage-fortune, which she cleverly hid in a shabby, one-eyed teddy bear. After Mrs. Savage sent them on a wild goose chase in search of the money, they assembled together again at The Cloisters. Presently, they became aware of a fire, and all were led to believe that their precious fortune had been burned to ashes. It was not until Mrs. Savage was preparing to leave the home that Miss Willy (Marcia Swanson) informed her that the fire was started to distract the greedy stepchildren. and that the money was still quite safe. Thus ended the play, with Mrs. Savage free to leave “The Cloisters and retain the Savage fortune. Under the direction of Miss Swayze, the play was a tremendous success. Besides doing the actual entertainment, the Drama Club members assisted in the back-stage work and lighting for the Lower and Upper School operettas and supplied narrators for the Christmas and Easter programs. Led by President Phyllis Gage, Secretary Kate Penney, and Business Manager Karen Gcggic, the Drama Club has enjoyed an extremely successful year. 1.. Nesbitt, 1 . Gage, M. Vennum, S. Phelps, G. Wiggi. M. Vennum and Stewart. 67 FIELD HOCKEY BLUE VARSITY Third row: H. DeHaven, M. Chrisman, J. Ritchie. B. Forster, C. Ueland. Second row: A. Rizer, S. Carney, C. Gage, |. Randall. F. Dalrvmple. First row: I . Stollcr, S. Swanson. D. I.oudon, M. Cabot. JUNIOR CLASS TEAM Third row: A. Olson. A. Ford. C. Iampe, C. Uebnd. L. Nesbitt. Second row: S. Borman, C. Harrison. T. Robb, M. Evans, D. Blomquist, First row: P. Stollcr. S. Swanson. D. Loudon. The athletic program began early in September with a resonant clash of hockey sticks. After a few days of fighting for the glory of blue and white in intra-class games, grades nine through twelve formal class teams and prepared for battle. The freshmen and sophomores tried valiantly to stay in the competition, but the final struggle for supremacy was between the juniors and seniors. Despite their determination, the seniors finally fell to a more skillful junior team, who continued their championship status in field hockey. Next came the varsity game in which the best players from each class fought for a Blue or White victory. Cheered on by rooters waving balloons of the respective team colors, the Blues under captain Laura Andrews and the Whites under Ginney Ridgway struggled through a deadlock during most of the game. Finally, the Blues broke through a staunch White defense to score and win, one to nothing. And so the Blues came a step closer to regaining the coveted ribbon around Cyrus' neck. A. Cabot, D. Bloinquist. B. Forster, A. Cabot, C. 1 .a tripe. D. Loudon. C. Harrison. D. lantdon, B. Forster. S. Carney, D. l-oudon. VOLLEYBALL BLUE VARSITY ROW I: P. Stollcr, l . ljoudon, C. Gage, f. Randall, M. Brooks. ROW 2: L. Andrews. J. Warner, C. Ucland, J. Riichic, H. DeHaven. Absent: M. Head. SENIOR CLASS TEAM ROW I: S. Carney, C. Gaylord, V. RicJgway. ROW 2: L. Andrews, J. Warner, H. Snyder, K. Rerghuis. M. Vennum. ROW 3: M. Chriiman, P. Gibbs, H. DeHaven, I. Ritchie, C. Drake. The volleyball teams this year enjoyed a most exciting season. Despite a few sprained fingers, the girls improved their skills and teamwork, and the intraclass games saw the usual keen blue-white competition. When the time for the intcrclass contests came, each class produced a skillful and determined team. I he games were dose in every case, but the seniors managed to defeat all challengers and retain their supremacy on the volleyball court. In the junior high, the eighth grade, with Pam Savage as their captain, won from the seventh grade team, which was led by captain Heather Dunshcath. The day of the varsity game arrived, and amid cheers from the bobby-sox row in the balcony, the blues defeated the whites. Falling behind early in the game, the whites made a valiant try to catch up, but the blues fought off the challenge and became champions. The season’s close was highlighted by a hilarious contest between a costumed faculty team and a victorious Junior Athletic team. L. Andrews, H. DeHaven, K. Berghuis. L. Andrews, K. Berghuis, H. DeHaven. M. Vennum. H. Snyder. C. Drake. BASKETBALL )unior Claw Team, third row: L. Nesbitt, C. Harrison, White Varsity Team, Third Row: C. Drake, C. Lampc, M. Mattson, C. Ueland, J. Knutson; Second Row: B. Bcim, K. Lundholm, L. Nesbitt, H. McDonald, R. Andrews; C. 1-unjK, M. Evans, D. Loudon; First Row: P. Stollcr. Second Row: M. Vennum, H. Snyder, M. Evans, S. Snyder; C. Colwell, D. Blomquist. First Row: M. Connelly, G. Ridgway, D. Blomquist. The athletic students of Northrop find that the most enjoyable type of entertainment during the grueling period between Christmas and Easter vacations is to partake in a game of basketball. This most popular sport causes! many enthusiasts to practice long and hard at their skills. Such preliminaries proved most worthwhile, for not only were the games well played, but new records were set in Mrs. Johanson's infamous tests, as well. When the lime for intcrclass competition came, class teams were formed, new plays dcvelojHrd, and the contests began. The eighth grade, with a slight height advantage, beat the valiant seventh graders. The senior high tournament was a close and exciting one, indeed, for most of the games were decided by just a few points difference. All teams were determined to take first place, but, once again, the final struggle for supremacy was between the juniors anti seniors. Senior Captain Nicole tie Pcycrimholf spurred her team to near glory, but Cindy Colwell’s juniors, sparked by some phenomenal plays, came out the victors in the final seconds. Basketball did not end with the class tournament, for the sport reached its peak at the annual varsity game between the Blues anti the Whites. Both teams were in good shape, and the combination of practiced skills and eager determination to win gave the spectators quite a thrilling show. The Whites’ steadier game, however, proved to be the downfall of the Blues, and Ginney Sue Ridgway’s team defeated Laura Andrews’ Blues by a score of seventeen to ten. The season was also highlighted by playdays with Summit and Saint Mary’s. Both occasions saw entertaining contests that marked fitting close to the season. Top left: H. Snyder, C. Drake, L. Andrews M. Vennum Bottom Ixft: M. Vennum, C. Drake, H. Snyder. L. Andrews Middle: C. Drake. I- Andrews, H. Snyder Right: C. Drake, H. Snyder, M. Vennum, I- Andrews God’s Gifts By Susan Wheeler, IX The white of the snow reflecting the blue of the sky What lovelier sight is there to meet the eye? The filagree of frost on a winter's morn, 'Hie dancing beams of sunlight as a new day is born The rainbow after the rain is gone. Or the stars on a summer night. Shining in brilliant glory, So clear, so lovely, so bright The pink of the sky at sunset. Or the white clouds drifting by. Like angels’ shadows that move across the sky. The rich, sweet scent of the lilacs. In foliage buried deep. Or the birds’ shrill song in the morning. Awakening us from sleep. The green grass brightly sparkling. Wet with morning dew. Or the golden sun arising. Touched with a rosy hue. But the greatest gift Clod gave to man Was Christ of Calilcc, Who lived that men might see the light And died to set men free. First Place Junior High Poetry Tlic Trees By Molly Faegre, VI In winter the trees Have shed their leaves. But in spring they’ll get New leaves. Now they’re all bare With the cold, cold air. Whistling through their branches With nary a care. To me they look like black lace With their branches intertwining. Snow, like a silver lining As it glistens on their branches. And as Clod looks on the earth, He sees it as a ball of crystal Wound with black lace For trees. And God breathes on the earth And makes the warm winds blow. The snow will melt away And the green grass will grow. I'm glad the snow has gone. The trees will get new leaves. The little budding branches Will soon lure birds and l ccs And make glad the heart of man. First Place Lower School Poetry The Adventures of a Coin By Merry MeGray, VII Well, here I am in Mary Jane’s piggy bank. My, but it’s quiet in here after what I've been through. When I think back through the years! I was born in a mint one day. in the year of 1916. I was bright and shiny and silvery all over. 'Hien one day I was put into a lxig along with hundreds of my brothers and sisters. I heard the man who carried the l ag say we were heading for the Federal Reserve Bank. We were put into a truck and finally we came to the bank where men distributes! money to people. 1 went with a pleasant man who took inc to a drugstore and bought a cigar with me. In a moment I was out of his hand and into another. I was off on the path to adventure. I led a rather interesting life just being changed from hand to hand that first year. Then came World War I and I found myself in a soldier’s pocket. I stayed with him when he crossed the ocean and all the while he was fighting in France. Dear me, it was noisy with guns shooting, men yelling, and sirens going all day and all night. Finally the war was all over and we came home. One day my soldier boy discovered that I was the last coin in his pocket. He had to get home and so he spent me for Inis fare. This was again the start of many new experiences. I grew older and duller as the years rolled by. One day I heard someone talking about a depression. I don’t know just yet what one is, but those were lonesome days for me, jingling around in a man’s pocket by myself most of the time. Then things began to get better and the years flew by. All of a sudden there was another war, and I again went overseas, this time with an airforce pilot. I thought I could endure anything now, but I learned otherwise. I still shudder at the thought of all that bombing and killing. Now there is peace and I have led a quieter life the past few years and I’ve made a lot of people happy. I expect much more excitement before I go out of circulation, but I am a little skeptical because the other day I heard a man say, Now-days what can you do with a nickel?” First Place Junior High Stories Irony By Margie Vennum, XII How odd That the great plan Of life is so construed: The smallest particle of all Destroys. Honorable Mention Senior High Poetry 72 For A Bit of Beauty By Lyn Nesbitt. XI Everyone said she was crazy. Whenever the old women gathered to sip lea and gossip over their knitting, she was the chief topic of conversation. Every known fact about her was picked apart and analyzed; everything she had ever been hears) to say was repeated and ridiculed. To the adults on the island, she was that woman ; they warned their children to stay away from her and whispered things that made their eyes grow large. No one really knew her name; she was referred to only as “the old woman of the dunes. No one could truly say she knew where she had come from. Even the oldest villagers did not know. Rumors concerning her origin had drifted over from the mainland every once in a while, and each was seized eagerly by the gossip-hungry islanders. But, for the most part, they were greatly exaggerated, and entirely unbelievable even to the superstitious peasants of northern Ireland. She lived in a tar-paper shack on a part of the wind blown dunes where not many people eared to venture, for it was here that the wind blew loudest and the surf sounded the weirdest on the coarse sand. It was by this same angry sea, however, that the old woman and her dog were kept alive. Every Saturday she would hobble into town with the cur by her side and sdl to the occasional tourists her polished driftwood, dried seaweed, or any object of possible value that had been washed up by the ocean. The woman herself was old and worn, with faded, watery blue eyes as restless as the sea she depended upon, and as sharp as any eagle's. She wav comparable to a small scrub pine, clinging to a cliff, fighting against the salty gales and standing firm, though tortured and bent by winds. She usually wore a clean but pjtched and worn gray gingham tunic over a spotless white underskirt, with a black wool shawl pulled tightly around her thin shoulders. Her hair was as silver as the polished driftwood which she sold the tourists, and drawn Kick in a curious fashion. This was “the old woman of the Dunes, feared and misunderstood by humans, known and loved by the sea—the dunes—the open sky—and her adoring dog, bimself an outcast of the canine world. He was a large dog, with a coarse dark coat and a scarred body. He was termed as vicious by the townspeople. To the woman, he was a guardian angel. His name was the only thing about him which did not go along with the rest of him. He was called “Jevinea. and he bore his name with pride. He was the only living thing that held any part of the woman's heart, and she was deeply proud of him. To him. he was beauty itself. What terrible power could this lonely old woman possibly possess? An unseen, curious tourist, happening on the shack in the lengthening shadows of twilight, could see her seated on the smooth sand outside her shack's door, rumpling the dog’s cars and talking softly to him as she stared out over the pounding surf to where the sea-gulls wheeled in the gathering dusk, now and then diving into the waves in search of a silver dan, flashing below the glassy surface. The sea was always at rest in the evening, and the entire scene was one of tranquility. Perhaps he would wonder a little that this peaceful old woman was so dreaded by the wary villagers. He would then turn stealthily and creep hack over the stone-strewn dunes, glancing back frequently, and jumping at each gull's scream. Back on the road to the village, perhaps he would frown a bit, remembering the quiet scene. It did not, certainly, conform to the gossip around town concerning the old woman. Maybe—Oh no! The others were right. The woman was evil. They had been on the island longer than he. They knew her ways. Yes, they were right. Thus convinced, he would hurry, unthinking, on his way, spreading the news of what he had seen that night. The next day, the little town would buzz with the rumor—that one fortunate had actually witnessed the old woman, standing by the side of the sea in the path of the setting sun, calling to the sea gods, and chanting in a strange, heathen tongue. So the crud gossip grew—like a wave. First, a playful swell, then a foam-dipped comber, and finally a resounding breaker crushing all in its path and then receding, but always leaving a tell-tale line of sea-weed and little bits of broken drift-wood strewn on the gray shore. The only source of gossip —interesting gossip, that is—was from the old woman of the dunes, and the only wav of getting this longed-for information was by means of evil-eyed people with distorted, fantastic stories, but these, just the same, were believed anti passed on to others. The old woman, however, quietly went about her own way of life, living in a world of | eacc and beauty of her own. One day, as she and her dog were walking slowly up the hard-packed sand nearest the pounding surf toward her home, | a vinca frisked ahead, lurking, and scattered a flock of sandpipers, intent on something in the shallow water. They flew in every direction, uttering sad cries as they wheeled above the old woman and her dog. She called |avinca to her side, and together they laughed up at the cowardly birds, brave with screaming insults now that they were out of harm’s way! So much like people! A few steps later, the dog came upon the object of the pipers' curiosity—a silver glint in the water, shining as the waves withdrew, and hist in a swirl of salty lace as a breaker crashed over the spot. It was perhaps a tin can or something which she might be able to sell for a few pennies in town. With the advantage of an outgoing wave, she waded out to her ankles in receding, sucking sand, reached the gleaming olijcct, and drew it close to her just as a huge breaker loomed, advancing with an ever-rising crescendo as it neared the beach. 'Hie old woman turned ami ran, in a halting gait, toward the shore, reaching safety just as the mountain of water cascaded and lashed in a white fury on the sand, Mindly Hinging itself on the beach, reaching its stubborn, slowly-groping fingers of water toward the woman and its lost prize, then, losing its hold, it rushed back into the sea. to sink into obscurity helping to swell other waves. The old woman knelt, panting, and unebsped her hand, disclosing a wondrous string of Hashing jems and shimmering pearls, set in a silver necklace. The woman stared at them a moment, while the birds overhead set up a new din at the sight of their treasure, which they, thinking only of the silver flashes of fish, had originally discovered and vied for with the grasping sea. Then, suddenly, she burst into low, musical laughter. Ah, beauty! At last! How lovely it is! Look. Jevinea! True loveliness! Then she rose slowly to her feet, holding the necklace tightly in one hand, and called to the dog. Together, they started, once more, toward the shack, the woman talking softly to herself in a strange tongue, and every once in a while holding the beautiful strand of pearls high, where it was framed against the sweeping horizon and illumined by the sun. Her gait was springier, and her head was high. The next day, the town newspaper editor found a badly written, blotches) piece of paper pushed under his office door which read: Please, I have fondc a neck lice from the sea. Plcese claime if it be your. It was signed in an entirely different and beautiful signature, obviously written with great pride and loving care. The signature was Countess Maria Angelina Picrotensici.” 73 The townspeople were mystified. No one by that name lived on the island. Who was this Maria Angelina Picrotcn-sici ? A countess—? The name sounded foreign, lnit there were no foreigners in the vicinity, save an occasional tourist. Except—except—the old woman had a funny accent—yes. it was definitely foreign. (!ould she possibly be the writer of the note? But—where would that crazy woman get such a valuable necklace? The sea did not often yield such treasures. It was improbable that it was she, hut, as no better explanation was offered, the villagers accepted. A week passed—another week. Still no news had reached the island ways of the jewels being claimed. As usual, every Saturday, the woman hobbled into town to sell her driftwood and shells—then returned to her home on the windy dunes. Still, no news of the necklace. The third Saturday after the ad appeared in the newspaper, the islanders saw something that opened their eyes wide as saucers, and set loose tongues busily working overtime. The old woman, as usual, was seen coming up the road to the town. Today, however, her right hand was not entangled in Javinca’s ruff for support, hut swinging at her side, while her left arm held her basket of shells. This, however, was not the only remarkable change the people noticed in her today, she wore no shawl, and at her throat was the necklace. The beautiful stones glowed with deep flames as she walked, and the silver caught the sun's rays and threw them into the eyes of the onlookers, blinding them, and in the old woman’s eyes was a new-found radiance which equaled the brilliance of the jewels. Thus the old woman walked, proudly, up the main street of the town to where she sold her shells. They were gone rapidly that day. for news of the remarkable change in the old woman had spread fast, and the curious flocked from every remote part of the island. Soon, as the sun started to sink on the horizon, and the gulls wheeled home, the woman started home to her shack. This lime, however, she did not take the main road Kick through the village, but chose to walk along the smooth sand of the Ixrach. For the first time in a long while, she was truly happy. In the village, after she had gone and the surprise had worn off, tongues l cgan wagging. It was certainly she who had written the note, hut where had that wretched woman gotten Mich a beautiful and costly necklace? I lad she, as she said, really found the necklace in the sea? Had she stolen it? Of course' How else could one have gotten such jewels? That couhl he the very answer. The old woman had stolen the necklace! The cry went like wildfire around the town, and the wave of vicious gossip slowly gathered form and raced, like a comber, toward the little shack among the dunes. Meanwhile, the old woman walked, now with a tired and hobbling gait, up to the door of her home. She turned on the threshold and looked hack, laughing, at a flock of circling undpipers. wheeling above a spot on the water, and uttering long cries. Take it, you may have it! Beauty is not worth the cost of it' Her hand crept slowly up to her lure neck: a glistening tear rolled down her withered check, and she sadly turned htf hack to the sea. The massive dog. head down, padded softly after her into the tar-paper shack. An hour later, a worn figure nude its laboring way along the beach. That night, as the angry villagers broke down the door to the queen's ramshackle dwelling and hurst inside to demand the stolen necklace, the old woman was nowhere to be seen. After a hasty search among the boulders and scagrass which surrounded the shack, the buzzing mob pounded into the little shack once more throwing valuable shells to the floor, and smashing anything breakable to compensate for their wrath at not finding the woman or the necklace. A few, intent on destruction, went to an obscure, dark corner of the tiny dwelling, and came upon a large, solid, black brass-bound trunk with the initials “M. P.” on the top in large letters. The delivery tag was yellow with age, hut the jscoplc could make out the words “Petrograd - Russia —written in a fine, thin hand. The old woman was a Russian! That would account for the accent! The top could not, even with the greatest exertion, be lifted—the brass padlock held fast, and no key could he found. As soon as it was learned that the trunk could not be broken into, several of the villagers, who had gathered around the object of curiosity, searched around the cabin for sharp stones. In a little while, a suitable stone was found. After a few hefty blows by the strongest man in the village, the lock yielded, and greedy hands raised the heavy top. Suddenly, as the contents were disclosed, a silence came over the crowd. They were the woman's most treasured possessions. Almost reverent hands lifted a large, hut old and faded photograph, with yellowed edge. It was the picture of a beautiful, smilingly radiant girl, lovely in a lace wedding dress and veil. Beside her stood a handsome young man. The most astounding thing alxiut this discovery was, that, even though the photograph was old. and the girl very young, the villagers recognized the “Woman of the Dunes. Beneath the picture was a pack of old letters, bound with a yellow ribbon. They were found to be written in a strange tongue, and signed Manuel Rodriqcz (Renosky)”—the old woman’s love letters! Farther on. the islanders’ groping hands came upon a beautiful red skirt, and a white, full-sleeved blouse—spotless and carefully folded. But no necklace. The necklace! Of course! That was the thing that brought them to the witch’s lair in the first place! The necklace that she had stolen! In an instant, the spell was broken—and the people once more became a screaming mob. What were they doing here? I-ooking at some sentimental memoirs of a crazy old woman? What had they come for? The necklace! But the necklace was not here. What should they do?—Destroy! Destroy the devil’s spell and everything connected with it! Grasping, dirty fists reached into the trunk—the treasured chest of memories for a lonely old woman, and came out with —letters! Tear them up!—A lace veil! Take it home for a curtain, it would look nice over the sink.—A dusty old hook, richly bound, with a foreign title. Throw it to the floor and stamp on it! The same hands that had once held an old, yellowed photograph of a smiling bride reverently, now ripped the smile in two—and crushed the pieces in clenched fists. This was a mob—an inhuman, boiling mass of humanity —all goaded to fury by the obsession that a gentle and meek old woman was a witch—a sorceress—inhabited by the devil. If she herself could not he found, destroy the cabin—reduce her hovel to ashes and broken beams—burn it! Burn the little shack and all it stood for! The inhuman, jealous people! Jealous for a hit of beauty which they did not possess. Torches were set to the tar-paper roof, and flame twisted and writhed high into the night sky, throwing an eerie, red glow over a part of the raging sea, turning gentle waves into rolling blood; foam-fringed combers into boiling scarlet; and powerful breakers into the booming, resounding wrath of Satan; crashing and terrible in his anger. Far up the beach, a bent, very tired figure stood, with one hand on a dog's scarred shoulder, watching a ruby glow in 74 the sky—as red as the rubies in the necklace—a necklace that, once more, the friendly sea was gently holding in rocking arms. The figure turned slowly and hobbled up the beach— along the hard-packed sand, near the breakers. She had lives! for beauty—the simple beauty of a silver piece of driftwood—the temperamental beauty of a laughing sea—and the flashing licauty of a lovely necklace. They would not let her have beauty—they laughed at her, ridiculed her, and burned her home. The jealous people—let the sea and the birds have the jewels—the flashing lieauty that had cost so much—it was not worth it. But let them try to burn the sea—capture the sea birds— dim the sunset—no, they would not take all beauty away from her. She laughed as the sea washed over her ankles—raised her head and laughed to the myriad stars—then looked at the red glow, and the bloody sea. and stopped laughing. They had wounded the sea—they had hurt her sea—yes. but they could never destroy it!. Never! laughing once more, the figure turned and hobbled slowly up the white expanse of beauty into eternity. The Queen of the Dunes was never seen or heard of again. First Place Senior High Stories How to Drive A Teacher Insane By Ann Case. IX If you want to give your teachers the urge to kill, you can approach the matter in two ways, by words or by force. The verbal method is more commonly used because, although it takes longer, it gets hetter results. This method consists of certain ancient, unchanging phrases, which, when used properly, should drive your teachers to distraction. Here arc some of the more elementary phrases. Imagine yourself in French, for instance. The teacher has just given a very careful, thorough, and exact explanation of the next day's work and is feeling rather proud of herself. She puses before asking for questions, feeling fairly sure that there won’t be any. Oh, your chance. You raise your hand and wave it wildly around in the air. When called on. you whine loudly. But I don't understand, (pronounced understaay-und) could you explain it again? Your teacher won’t be the same for three days. Or instead, you might wait until the middle of the explanation. Then, say something completely irrelevant such as, Where is Old Mac Donald's farm? . When I was three. Santa Claus came in August, or, Have you ever seen an octopus with eleven tentacles? anything that comes into your head will do. Your teacher may not be the same for several more days. Well, now you're in I-itin. The assignments are being given. The assignment for Tuesday is rather short. So. you figure, what is good can always be better. The assignment for Tuesday’s too long, you say. Then, before the Latin teacher can get in another word, you say in your most irritating tone, “You know, we can't spend all our time on Iut-in. If this is repeated often enough, the supposedly stable faculty member in front will want to commit homicide. There arc other phrases, most of which you probably know. But if you use these few basic ones frequently and wisely, by the end of the year all the Northrop teachers will have dropped out of your life. In fact, everything will have dropped out of your life. You'll lie dead! The Old Man's Spring By Susan Borman, XI It was early morning, and none of the busy people noticed the old man. There were many old men like him in that prt of the city: they all hau tattered clothes and shapeless hats and sad. hungry eyes. But the old man was never with these old men. lie was never with anyone. It was winter in the city, and each morning the old man walked from wherever he had spent the night before to a place in the prk where no one ever came to find him. His bench was so hidden that in the winter the old man could sit anti hear, at first, only the wind snapping through the old dead tree that bent its branches over him. If he sat long enough, even that hollow sound faded away, anti his eyes looked through the things around him: and he lived again in his own world. One day in the prk the bitter wind was whipping snow around the old man and making little drifts beside him. He never felt the sting of the snow or icy cold because in his world there were tit such things. Suddenly, in the world out of his dreams, something was shaking him; and from somewhere far away he heard a voice calling to him. Old nun, old nun. why can't you hear me? Why didn’t you answer me. old nun? Then it all started to be again—the howling wind, the snow, the icy cold. He was coming luck to the real world. On the l ench beside him. something was shaking his hand: and the old man turned to see a little child sitting there. Old man! I thought something was wrong with you. Was there anything wrong with you? My mommy sent me outside, but there’s no one here today. It’s cold out. isn't it, old man? The old nun didn't hear what the little child was saying. His voice was so far away, so far away in the real world. Then the little child leaned forward and looked into the old man's face. “Ill play with you, old nun. He smiled a shy smile and tried to fix his cap. “Ixt’s play a game.” He jumped down from the bench and ran through the snow, nearly tumbling into the drifts in his enthusiasm. “Oh, look, old man, look! Help me climb the tree, old man, help me climb it! Sec? The little child jumped to catch the lowest branch of the dead tree and tried to swing on it. But the old dead branch wouldn't swing: it only creaked and groaned in the howling wind. The little child ran back to the old man and leaned against his knee, puffing. “Did you see me try to climb the tree, old man? Did you see? The old man's eyes saw the little child and his rosy face and the strap of his blue cap flapping in the wind. What was the child saying? His little arm was pointed toward the tree, toward the old dead tree. The tree is dead, said the old man, in a voice as far away as his own ss'orld. The little child turned around and looked up into the old man's face. “Oh no, old nun, the tree isn’t dead. It’s just sleeping. The little child's eyes were wide with seriousness, and he leaned against the old man's knee to tell him. Winter is the tree's nighttime: and then in the spring God sends the sunshine to wake them up, and the leaves come out.'' The little child importantly tried to zip his snowsuit to the very top and added, I know, old man, because I go to Sunday school, and that’s what we learned there. Don't you just love Sunday school, old man?” The little child was almost upon the old man's bp in his First Place Junior High Essays 75 intensity; and when he looked into the vacant eyes of the old man, he stared for a very long time. Suddenly the old man realized that the little child wasn't by him anymore. From down the path the little voice was call-in); to him. “Watch me chase the squirrel, old man; watch me chase the squirrel! Then he saw the little snowsuit dash into the wind. For many days after that, the lonely park bench was frequented by the little child. The old man would watch him. for a time, jumping about in the snow; but then his mind would sink into its own world, and his eyes saw no more. Sometimes he would find his lap full of snowballs that the little child had put there while he was dreaming; or one day there would be a snow fort around his bench and the child beside bint, pecking over the edge and shouting. Aren't we having fun, old man? Watch me shoot that Indian! BANG! Oh. I got him, old man: I got him! The little child would jump and point and fill the old man's heart with his laughter. Sometimes the little child just sat beside the old man and told him stories and patted his arm and looked into his face. Through the winter days that followed, the old man brought his voice from far away to speak to the little child; ami his eyes t egan to watch him at play. One day it was snowing softly in the park, and the old man was sitting alone on his bench. The world about him was so quiet that he heard the little child's voice long before he saw him running up the path. The child was chasing a dog that was trotting hurriedly from bush to bush; but when he saw the old man, he stopjscd and ran to him. 1 don't have much time to play today, the little child said, silting down Iscsidc the old nun. “We're going on the train way away. 11c brushed the falling snow from his mittens and looked over at the old man. Why don’t you have mitties, old man? The snow is falling on your hands. The child waited for an answer and then spread his hands on the old man’s lap. See my mitties, old man? I have cowboys on them. The little child looked at the old man’s wrinkled hands, reel from the cold, and jumped down to lean against his knee. You can have my mitties to use. old man. The old man took the little child's hands in his and smiled. Do you have to go away for a long time?” The little child fingered the old man's worn trousers and frowned in thought. I can't remember, but Mommy said we're going today on the train, and—” The old man’s wrinkled hand gently touched the child's hair. You’d better hurry then. The dog was just returning over the path when the little child saw him again. Oh. look, old nun! There’s the puppy again! Watch me catch him, old man; watch me catch him! The little child ran fiercely after his prey; and just before he was out of sight, he turned and waved good-by to the old man through the gently falling snow. The bitter winter continued, and the old man sat on his bench each day and found himself waiting for the little child. He missed his laughter and his little games and the times when he would see the little child's face looking into his. His eyes searched the pathways, and his cars listened for the little voice; but there was never a sound. The old man was alone again, and the snow ami wind came back to make little drifts around him. Still the old man waited. And as the days and weeks went by, the old man found himself sinking again into his own world, for the real world was not happy without the little child. He sat beneath the old dead tree and listened to its creaking branches and let his eyes see through the things around him, until he lived again in his dreams. Soon the winter left, and the thaws came. The rain splashed about the old man’s bench and ran in rivulets oil his shapeless hat, as he sat and dreamed of the little child. Deep in the old man’s chest there came a cough; and no matter how hard he tried, he could not lose it in his dreams. The rain kept on as though it would never stop, and the old man sat on and stares! with eyes that were far away. One slay, as he dreamed, the cough hurt so that the old man thought he had come to the end. As the rain and the cold began to seen into is head and beat his head lower and lower upon his chest, from somewhere far away he heard a voice calling to him. “Old man! Old man, I came back to play with you! Then the old man saw the little child running to him, and he cried with joy as he ran to pick up the child and hold him in his arms. Little chilil, little child. I’ve been waiting so long! The sun suddenly shone bright and warm as the little child hugged the old man and leaned hack to call, “Look, old man, look! The trees arc awake! As the little child pointed to the old dead tree, the old man looked and saw on each of its branches the tender green of new leaves shining in the sunlight; and he knew that he would never lie alone again. When they found him sitting in the rain, it was told by those who had seen him that bis arms were folded about himself and his lips were smiling. It was even said by the woman who saw him first that she had thought he was sleeping; but when she went nearer and looked into his face, it appeared as though in death he had held something very dear to him. I lonorable Mention Senior High Stories Melancholy Will Ik Gone .. . By Nicole de Peycrimhoff, XII Melancholy will be gone With a new-born day, And hidden, In the depth of unknown worlds. Will lx- the bitter secret. For life is a watchful guard To the grave of our sorrows, And never Will let fly away Through the binding routine of days Fugitive thoughts. But in the dark. And the cold, And the loneliness of night. Sharp Is the pain of a child's heart Who dreamt of love And watched love disappear . . . Melancholy will be gone With a new-born day. And hidden. In the depths of unknown worlds of our soul Will sleep the bitter secret. 76 First Place Senior High Poetry “Tell Me About French People” By Nicole de Peyerimhoff, XII One of the biggest problems I ever tried to solve was to find a definition of my fellow countrymen. I still think I am presumptuous. History has made a real mistake in calling French a little more than forty million people who are completely different from each other and who have the firm intention not to change that condition. French people love variety and this is perhaps the only common characteristic the ethnologists can give to them, without fearing contradiction from a jealous or scrupulous colleague. I discovered that when I began to consider the problem seriously, knowing that I should have to answer a multitude of strange and sometimes rather silly questions about people who did not speak English, how inconvenient! ; who did not drink milk, how stupid, it is good for health!”; who did not go steady, “I thought the French were so romantic!”; and who had the foolish idea of beginning their history even before the Middle Ages, You have six-hundred more pages to learn. Since the American Field Service purpose is to bring to other countries a better idea of our own life and customs. I began to study the curious and complex people with whom I have lived my entire life. The first point that I want to make clear is our political situation. Before I left France, in order to learn more about isolitics, I went to a meeting. But I left before the end because I was too afraid for mv life—or at least my clothes. It was not a discussion; it was a battle, and having no weapons. I preferred to retreat. I soon found out that some twenty political parties were not enough, and that the exact number should Ik forty million. The French love to discuss and will always find some way to do it even if they are exactly of your opinion. If you ask them to frankly express their opinion, they will never answer exactly what they think, for fear of discovering that somebody else may have the same idea. One day, I saw six men in a restaurant asking for the menu; there was not too much choice this time, but each took a different thing, changing each meal in a little detail and sending the floor maid into tears. If the French arc terribly individualistic, they arc nevertheless one of the most patriotic people in the world. Thcv will always tell how wonderful their country is and how all the places arc just beautiful, from the smallest river to Paris, the city of lights. I was in Rome this last spring where I met a Frenchman, a native of Bordeaux; he had never left his own city except on this trip, but here is what I heard him saying to an Italian. O Paris, if you had seen that! It is terrific' The Arc de Triomphc, the Champs-F.lysccs, and the Foliev-Ber-g£res! My goodness, the Folies Bergercs!” He probably had only seen it on post cards, but he was French, and to the Italians, France meant Paris; so that good old southern man explained the beauties of a city he had never seen in his life. The French can be perpetual jokers and take things terribly seriously. Be careful when you speak to them: do not become angry when they say a plaisantcrie which you think is rather insulting, Joking is almost a universal rule for us. Our humour is sharp and difficult to become accustomed to. But the French can also be very serious, especially when they want to acquire a culture or an education; don't think they love to work; as a matter of fact, they don't! One could write a whole book about the French, and it has been done. I haven't wanted to give you a complete portrait of my fellow countrymen: I just wanted to say something about them. One man said French history was the funniest to learn and read because it was not only composed of battles. treaties, assemblies, cold or bloody fights, but also composed of a multitude of little aspects of our character, of jokes, of what we call little history, which gradually changed the face of our country to make it what it is now: perhaps not a world power but a land so wonderful to live in. First Place Senior High Essays Into the Night By Suzanne Moore, VI You know you will never make it. Fifi, but you must. You hate leaving your mother and father in the concentration camp, but you must. Yes. Fifi, you must, even if you are only seventeen. Fifi Muller resolutely got up and packed everything in the cupboard into a handkerchief. There was a half a loaf of Hack bread. She took her money, one four-ruble , and set out into the night. Fifi crept along, her dark eyes roving from side to side. It was pitch black. You have started. Fifi. There is no going hack now. You must be careful, or you will meet Captain Dubinsky and his patrol, checking the little East German village. Suddenly a shape looms up in the darkness ahead. You duck into the nearest alley, and stay crouched there till the shape has passed. You know it is the Old Market Woman, the Captain's eyes and ears. She reports nightly to the Captain. When she has passed by, you go down the street. After vou get out of the village, you slither like a snake towards the wood. There you run as fast as you can. until your heart is iKating and you are panting so loud it seems as if someone should surely hear you. But for a miracle, no one does. Walk now, Fifi, your head tells you. Run, Fifi, run! says vour heart. You decide to walk. You must get a disguise. But where? So you let that idea drop. You haven’t eaten, so you stop by a stream anil eat a l it of bread and drink some water. You know you must take some with you, for you may not find any more water, but how? How5 That is the question. You decide to go to the next village you sec, and buy an empty bottle with your fourth of a ruble. The next day you come to a village. The Soviet Police have probably already sent out the alarm, but it probably hasn't reached this village yet. You go into the Communist held store and buy an empty bottle for your fourth of a ruble. Suddenly the storekeeper shouts. Police, here is that girl who escaped from that village last night. Police! You run. Fifi. You run as fast as you can, but they arc gaining on you. After all this, to Ik caught! Visions of the concentration camp your mother and father are in rise up before your eyes. You look up. and see the wood two verstst away. You know you will lose them there. With a last burst of speed you gam the wo«xl. Safe! But you cannot stay there. The police will Ik out with a search party soon. You make your w-ay to the place where you were last night, and lie panting on the ground. But you have the bottle. You fill it, take a long drink, and start. All you have is the bread, the bottle of water, and your hopes of freedom. You know you are near the border, because at the village you saw the guards patrolling it. The wood ends there. You go to the edge of the wood, and look out. No one is near. 77 You creep over the tall ground to the tall grasses on the other side. You are over the Curtain. •one ruble—$.12 tone verst—one yard. FREE! You don’t know How wonderful Ti$ to be free. Oh That there was a time When, like you and me. Everyone Could he free. First Place Lower School Prose Pcrachio The Donkey Bv Vicky Brook . VI I was there you may not know it but I was there that great day. Oh! but let me introduce myself. I am a donkey, named Pcrachio. Some artists count me in their picture of the creche and the Christ Child. But most people think of me as part of the grey stone mass, a wall of course. Well, now I guess I better get on with my story. It was like this; I was hot and tired and the road seemed so long. It was getting quite dark and I was getting quite hungry hut I knew I'd make it. )oseph. my master, was trudging along beside me. I was carrying Mary, my mistress. They were going to Bethlehem, lust as I thought I could walk no further we came to an inn. but alas! there was no room for my master and mistress! So we sadly turned and walked to the stable. After my kind master watered me and fed me. I fell asleep. I was warm and comfortable. It was dark, but soon light began to creep into the stable. It was a different light, strange and very deep. It grew and grew and suddenly I heard a cry. Then, through the window shone a bright, bright star. Honorable Mention Lower School Prose Attempt At Aestheticism By Margie Vennum, XII I have recently been subjecting myself to a most grueling task. In accordance with a newly-developed desire that is urging me to scale the heights of aestheticism. I have been attempting to grasp a vast knowledge of all the arts, a knowledge that will broaden my outlook on life, add depth to my soul, and, of course, enable me to carry on an impressive conversation with my cultured friends who arc now absorbing (perhaps adsorbing would be a better word) the teachings of the Ivy League' In my search for knowledge, conquering the field of music posed little problem, for I have been raised in a musical atmosphere. While my brother brought me through the stages of enjoying Spike |ones. George Shearing. Jazz at the Philharmonic, and Dave Bruhevk. my mother faithfully played Bach. Beethoven, and Debussy; I have, thus, acquired a certain taste for most phases of music, and I find that I can now do my homework equally well with Hindemuth or Doc Evans booming forth from the phonograph! Nor was developing a new interest in literature disagreeable, for I found that the switch from Mickey Spiliane to Thomas Wolfe was a pleasant one. During my present indoctrination period, while I am still attempting to cram a fluent knowledge of the classics into my head, I avoid any tell-tale conversations about authors and their works by making some general, ambiguous statement and, while my companion is still trying to decide what gems of wisdom I have just produced, I quickly change the subject! Actually, my attempts to became an aesthete have been comparatively painless—-that is, all except one phase. I didn’t mind re-reading each page of Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man in order to understand what was going on; I didn't mind sitting in a small room with a recording of Schoenberg playing full blast, because “that was the only way to really appreciate him”; I didn’t mind perusing Hardy, when an exciting new Perry Mason mystery was waiting to be read; but, I did mind, do mind, and always will mind having to stand in front of a piece of canvas covered with an assortment of colors splattered into unrecognizable shapes and forms and having to pretend that I understand its message, that I adore the painting, that it is the ultimate in art' The ulimatc in atrocities would Ik a more apt phrase, in my mind; but, if I am to continue along the road to higher culture, if I am to become a part of the clique of the aesthetes (who. unfortunately, seem to relish in modern art at the moment.) I’m afraid I must grin and bear it, as the saying goes, and attempt to understand and enjoy the finer points of that school of art. The task will not Ik an easy one. My first impression of modern art has lasted. I fear, and this impression is not a pleasant memory. Fired with my burning desire to learn in one fdl swoop about this side of the arts, I boldly entered :hc Museum of Modern Art in New York last spring. My emotions were high with the prospect of artistic stimulation; I was thoroughly unprepared for the shock that was to come. After (saving the one dollar admission charge (a rather disagreeable genesis to the day’s adventure.) I found myself in a labyrinth of weird shaped stones and colored bits of wire hanging in chaos from the ceiling (looking through the guide-book, I proudly identifier! the latter as mobiles!) I came upon a wrought iron statue consisting of a crescent with an egg-shaped something-or-other protruding from it. Setting my imagination to work, I finally decided that it was a replica of the man-in-thc-moon; it depicted a head! Undaunted, I continued into a gallery of paintings. I spotted two Bohemian type characters pondering a painting, so I peered over their shoulders to catch their reactions to the work. The masterpiece before us consisted of two squares of white, one placed obliquely on the other; the title was, simply enough, White on White. And those two fellows were praising it, expounding about the wonderful feeling that it created A shadow of doubt crossed my mind. Nevertheless, I determinedly went through the entire building and studied each work of art. I even ate lunch in the museum’s garden-cafeteria (although I had little appetite, for my table was at the foot of a monstrous statue, and I constantly felt its six eyes staring at me.) Ry mid-afternoon. I had had enough, anti I hurried into the street where I could mingle with normal people and colors. At that moment I felt that, if it was necessary to enjoy modem art in order to Isecome truly aesthetic, why then. I would reject the whole venture and be content to live out my days minus the title of aestheticism! Since that initial shock. I admit that my desire for culture has gotten the better of me, and I have attempted to renew my acquaintance with modern art. I still fail to see any point to the creations, and I certainly can't find any real meaning in them. But. perhaps that fact is the beauty behind modern art —the works arc so ambiguous that the aesthetics can have a field-day interpreting and discussing them! And who knows, some day even I may get to like the stuff! Senior High Essays Honorable Mention 78 Life Is A Beautiful Spectacle By Ronnie Sigal, VII I have been stared at all my life, and I have been through many acts of sorrow and gaiety. I started out in a clean, nice shop in downtown Minneapolis. Many people came in day by day, until finally I was sold to someone called Mrs. Glenn C. Kockitillcr, who was rich and elderly. I also found that she was visiting Minneapolis from the East. I felt proud and jaunty as she wore me. I was fancy and spangled anti I shone in the sunlight. However, by and by I grew rather uncomfortable as two great eyes seemed to stare me through and through. This is my story as I remember it. One week later: Tonight I am going to a ball which the Rockitillers arc giving. It's a grand place with lots of excitement and gaiety. Say, here comes a young lady and man. 'Hie organ is playing, and now suddenly I am getting very wet. These two eyes arc wet, too. I, I get it, Mrs. Rockifillcr's daughter is getting married. Well, why in the world is she crying? Silly people! My, she’s sobbing. Oh, help! I'm falling! I've been broken, and now she's coming over to pick me up. I'm angry at her. I’m going to jump when she touches me. Ha! I scared her and she nearly cut herself. It is now two days later. Mrs. Rockifillcr is taking me luck to the shop where I formerly lived. She’s handing me to the man there—ouch!—take it easy—I’m fragile, you know. Mrs. Rockifiller says she wants me back in two weeks, so I guess I'll be fine by then. Two weeks later: Here is my owner to take me home— goodie! What’s this—snill—she say that the doctor said she doesn’t need me any more. I’m going to stay in the shop anyway, to be sold to someone else. Hum—there’s a cute teenager. I heard my owner vav that some teenage boy is having trouble with hi studies and I may get sold to him. Yea—he tried me on and I have been sold to him. That was short notice, huh? What’s this they’re talking about? Let’ see. Well, Bob, tonight’s the night of the big prom. Whom are you taking? “Oh, I’m taking Sally Winslow and I’ve got to meet her at 7:30 tonight.” The night came slowly for Bob. but finally it was time for his girl, Sally, to be picked up. He knocked quickly on the door, and called, Hurry, Sal! We’re late for the prom already. She appeared rather slowly and majestically. “What! Bob Bender—your face! Well, i’m certainly not going to the prom with you tonight. I liked you because of your good looks and your money. You could take me to the fanciest places! But now, Humpf' Your face, and those hysterical freckles, too! I’ll just go to the prom with George Johnson. Good-bye! My, but that Sally surely is a snob! Poor Bob—sniff—and all because of me. (Gulp). Oh, now there arc two red eyes looking at me. Bob’s surely sad. However, in a year or so Bob’s trouble is cured, and I am resold to my former owner at the shop. This time I am in rather sad shape, when a poor man with a white cane enters the shop, and peers around as best he can. I can sec that he, too. is sick, as Bob had been, only much worse, of course. He happens to see me. and when he returns a few days later, he buys me. We go outside together, and as we wait for a street light to change, I notice that there isn’t much of any eve to stare at me. As t cross the street, a reckless driver swerves and hits my master. An ambulance arrives, and a few weeks later, at General Hospital, he is declared well. His daughter, whom he had not seen for many a year, finds him. and they have his eyes operated on. for in recent years he has not had enough money to have it done himself. That is why he needed me. The old man now lives with his daughter, and I live in an orphanage with my young mistress. As you have probably guessed by my story. I am still a good pair of eye-glasses, that has had a very interesting life and has many years left. Honorable Mention Junior High Stories “My How You Have Grown!” or “Can This Be Little Mary?” By Julia Mecch. VIII I do not wish to suggest self-pity nor to censure too many people by svriting this essay, but just for fun, let’s see how many times you have been trapped under similar situations. Why, my goodness! Is this little Mary? I hardly recognized you. The last time 1 saw you. you were just «hm� high.’’ Here a margin of about two feet is indicated. And now, you can feel it coming. It comes, the final Mow, “My, how you have grown, dear! You have to smile politely, of course, and usually utter some appropriate comment such as. Yes, I know, or Oh, have I? Wouldn't you like to tear her hair out though? I remember once when I came in after school and was confronted by a rather large woman who was visiting with my mother. Immediately she exclaimed, “My how you have grown!” I later asked my mother who the lady was, and she informed me that she was my aunt Martha from California. This struck me as rather funny, because, perhaps I had grown. Init aunt Martha herself had grown so much wider and larger since I saw her last that I couldn’t even recognize her, my own aunt. The last time I saw her she had one double chin, and now she had two or three. There are a few expressions I hear so often that I expect them almost automatically. They run as follows. My dear, you look exactly like your mother, or You look just like your father! I was really quite shocked once when someone remarked, Goodness, she's the perfect image of her great aunt Julia!” Please don’t worry or lose too much sleep over the matter though, because I can assure you that the only reason grownups make such distressing comments is that they don’t know what else to say to children. Adults don't realize that their comments are sometimes quite |iersonally embarrassing to us. I hope that when I grow up I won't be guilty of that familiar old saying, My, how you have grown' Honorable Mention lunior High Essays All This Reminds Me Of Winter By Ten McCannel, VI Sun shining on the snow. Frost with its pretty patterns on the window panes. The trees with their branches lacy against the winter sky, The snow glistening on the trees. All this reminds me of winter. Icicles dripping from high spots Formed like crystal needles hanging from the Trees that throw ghostly shadows on the ground. And night settles down quietly. All this reminds me of winter. 79 Honorable Mention Lower School Poetrv CLASS of 1954 Trustees’ Award ANNE GILLETTE Wells College Award (highest scholastic honors) SUSAN OPSTAD Radclitfc College Award (excellence in mathematics and science) CAROL VAN CAMP Smith College Award (excellence in French) SARA CASE PAMELA VAN DUSEN Vassar College Award (excellence in social studies) SUZANNE HIATT PAMELA VAN DUSEN Wellesley College Award (excellence in English) SUZANNE HIATT CUM LAUDE ANNE GILLETTE JUDITH MORGAN SUSAN OPSTAD BARBARA RICE CAROL VAN CAMP PAMELA VAN DUSEN Honorary member: ELIZABETH PORRITT SO Top row. left to right: Why was I born: Allow me. Watchdog? Second row. left to right: Clipped! Socks appeal. Melody of love, Alas, poor Yorick! Third row. left to right: I beg to differ. Here’s to you. What arc calorics? Now ladies, announcements for today . . . Fourth row. left to right: Who’s a lug? Starved. As I was saying . . . 81 , .. anv What arc your credentials? Top row, left to right: Hallelujah' He's running the wrong way. c . . , . . ... • . ________ — --------- -'mf un - uPPer lc,,) Ufc ■ Second row. Iclt to right: Hit -_L. sMtn' Down hoy. down! Third row, left to ri Fourth row, left to Coffee break. (lower right) Does it hurt much? ght: Who likes cherries? I beg your pardon' Your pulse right: Oh. these modern problems! What do wc do next: is rapid. Leave us face it. The proper study of mankind is man. 82 Top row, left to right: (upper left) Take it easy. (lower left) Hmph! Who's a wanderer? Madman of Chaillot. Second row. left to right: Ix-t’s whoop it up! Love for sale. Ciosh! Third row. left to right: Who’s Tallulah? Aren't economics fascinating? Mundane scene. 83 First row. left to right: Looks can lx- deceiving. Dairy queen. (icnctics—hah! Whittaker? (lower left) Soft music, (lower right) Who drinks water? Second row. left to right: Ain’t Miss DeHaven. Erin go hragh. Who's arguing? Third row, left to right: One little, two little, three little . . . 84 I .it tie women. First row, left to right: Doulcur. You tell me your dream. Nobody understands me. Sh-Boom. Second row, left to right: Egad! A body! Belt Line. Stop tickling. You trumped my ice! Third row. left to right: Tell me about boys. Chugalug. Drat! Stag line. Fourth row, left to right: Madame Howell? Who’s on first? I think you're wonderful. Front and forward. 85 Margie Vennum, Iuli tor-in-Chief Carolyn Drake, Business Manager Carol Gaylord, Senior Editor Debbie Sarles, Photography Editor Susie Phelps, Art Editor Kathy Berghuis, Lay-out Editor Lyn Nesbitt, Literary Editor Susie Borman, Circulation Manager dclmoLuled mentl The “Tatler” staff would like to acknowledge their appreciation to the following people for their help in publishing the 1955 annual. Miss Janet Stewart, “Taller” advisor Mrs. Corinne Burke, art advisor Mr. Harold J. 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Barbara Bridals 1003 NICOLLET BETWEEN 10TH 11TH 301-305 So. 5th St. Minneapolis AT. 5022 CANINE BEAUTY SHOP See “Xo Muss, Xo Fuss, Bring Your Dog to Us our oion selection Phone For Appointment of lovely formats LAUREL AVE. AND LYNDALE AVE. NO. MINNEAPOLIS MINNESOTA Thii iA wnjMiitant- they 1 (THE WAY —r Z TIRE USERS ■HAWKINSON TREAD! ARE CURED THE WAY THEY RUN” ’tka a'l IOO 0« TH| Of Alii WHO DUHAYJ THIS fMIlfM PATENTED METHOO I A TINT{0 EQUIPMENT THAT IS: THE TREAD IS CURED TO THE CASING WHILE THE CASING IS CONTRACTED TO POSITION ASSUMED .UNDER LOAD ON THE ROAD XCC44 IRuttc EASIER STEERINC RUN COOLER . LAST LONGER Aullu yul HAWKINSON TREAD In Principal Cities U. S. A.. Canada and Foreign Countries Minneapolis PAUL E. HAWKINSON CO. Minnesota DEVER STUDIOS, INC. INTERIORS • Compliments of 910 West 46th Street FANKHANEL-ELLSWORTH Minneapolis 9, Minnesota Properties • DEPENDABLE FUEL OIL SERVICE DICKEY SHAVER, INC. 1205 Hawthorne Ave. Main 5316 ★ GR. 3-7391—ZEnith 5604 {Mpls. Toll Free) Compliments of Compliments of DEEPHAVEN DRUG EDITH’S COUNTRY SHOP Meringue Pies — Individual Moulds Wayzata, Minn. COUNTRY CLUB ICE CREAM CO. COMPLETE FOUNTAIN SERVICE 5036 France Ave. WA. 2-2670 Good Luck to the class of 1955 From An Advisor, A Friend and An Admirer ANGELA’S MIRACLE MILE ST. LOUIS PARK, MINNESOTA Sportnccar. Intimate Apparel Jewelry Accessories Arcade Beauty Salon A Discriminating Salon for Particular Women ☆ Individual Hair Styling Circlette Cold Waving Scandia Cosmetics 920 NICOLLET LI. 0739 Compliments of CARR CULLEN CO BERGERSON-CASWELL, Inc. 13120 Wayzata Blvd., Mpls. 16 ORCHARD 5-8834 COMPLETE WATER SUPPLY SERVICE PUMP REPAIR MAINTENANCE Fast, Efficient Service—by Skilled Men—Our Service Trucks Carry a Complete Stock of Parts WELL DRILLING REPAIR Any Size — Any Depth Industrial — Municipal — Residential A DEPENDABLE SUPPLY OF PURE WATER IS A BASIC NECESSITY ABBOTT ALCOVE Delightful Gifts for Every Occasion ABBOTT HOSPITAL 110 EAST 18TH STREET THE AMLUXEN COMPANY Quality Fabrics 913 Nicollet Avenue Minneapolis Choose from our wide selection of fabrics for spring and summer ADOLPH ANDERSEN C LEANER AND DYERS Linden Hills s 4324 Upton Ave. So. Minneapolis 10, Minn. Wa. 6-1661 First Class Work Only Dear Mother and Daddy: Yesterday when I was passing by the show window of Warrcn-Cadillac, I saw something long and sleek, black and white. Do you know what it was? The most beautiful 1955 Cadillac you've ever seen. It has all the features you could ever want. It even has 4-way Power Scats which would be so good for me when I drive because I’m so short. It is so big and roomy. Oh! If you could only see the trunk! 1 remember when we went down south a couple of years ago and got 9 pieces of luggage in the trunk of our Cadillac. The 1955 Cadillac trunk looks as though it would hold even more, and that's good, as girls really like to carry a lot of clothes on trips. With seven in our family, we really need a big, roomy car and the Cadillac is it, I think. I also like the Power Steering because it makes the car so easy to handle. Please look at it, Daddy. Your daughter, ant ecu P. S. And, Daddy, it’s so good looking! Memo to Editor: I promised Maureen Connolly a page ad if she would write a Cadillac sales letter. The above speaks for itself. Please let this letter and memo serve as the page ad. H. E. Warren Warren-Cadillac, Inc. DOROTHY LEWIS For ICE SKATING STUDIO Bridgeman Ice Cream 2929 Emerson Avenue So. (Next to the Arena) • CLASSES — PRIVATE Phone Gl. 1311 G R 1 F F E N PHARMACY CO. CECIL EGGLETON Jeweler Phone WA. 6-1697 HAMILTON WATCHES FINE JEWELRY Sunnyside Road France Ave. • Manufacturing and Designing Minneapolis, Minn. 726 Marquette Avenue Geneva 2264 Family Fruit Store 4409 Excelsior Blvd. Phone Wa. 6-1629 BEST WISHES FREE DELIVERY from GEneva 9325 ELLERTSON and ASSOCIATES THE KALMAN CO. Commercial Photographers S. F. Ellertson 518 Fifth Ave. So. Minneapolis, Minn. A DISTINGUISHED SERVICE IN THE FIELD OF LIFE INSURANCE THE STRONG-SCOTT Manufacturing Co. M. Charles Anderson E. F. Robb, Jr. Neil C. Croonquist Robert Somers Carl HalltK'ck R. H. Sponbcrg Dennis Johnson Ted Stoen Lloyd O. Swanson. General Agent NATIONAL LIFE INSURANCE COMPANY GENERAL AGENCY 1240 Baker Building Minneapolis 2, Minn. MAin 3313 Minneapolis 13, Minnesota Compliments of Nokomis Beach Pharmacy 4956 28th Ave. S. Minneapolis, Minn. Compliments of Strutwear Inc. 1015 So. Sixth Street Monufocturers of Dulsheen Hosiery Casual Blouses Bedjackets Pajamas Panties Gowns Slips Purchase Merchandise at Favorite Store DuBarry Toiletries Eaton's Stationery Compliments J. Frank Gould Son of Dependable Druggists Bryant Avenue South at 50th LITHIUM CORP. OF AMERICA, INC. Phone CO. 3144 Gold Bond Stamps Sampson Studios Interior Designer Broker of Rugs, Livingroom, Diningroom Bedroom Furniture GRAVES Mpls. and Highland Village, St. Paul Won’t You Come in Browse Through Our Shop for Junior Fashions? Studio at 2443 Hennepin Avenue KEnwood 6601 Our Specialty: Reupholstering, Refinishing Drapes — Carpeting Forms that SPEED BUSINESS Compliments of • Fanfold a Friend • Snapout • Continuous • Tabulating • Salesbooks LOUISE Fast Delivery “Waycata’s Favorite Shop For Women” SPEEDFORMS CO. 1216 Nicollet Ave. Open Every Week Until 9:00 p.m. FI. 4697 Sperzel Co. Custom Molders of All Plastic Parts OAK GROVE APARTMENT HOTEL KUKA BROS. 900 3rd Ave. So. Minneapolis, Minn. Your Downtown Parking Station 230 Oak Grove St. Main 8741 E. E. LACK CO. Air Mission Canned Pop Hawaiian Punch LINCOLN VARIETY 19381 } Hennepin Avenue ★ KE. 1337 Compliments of a Friend Compliments of LIEMANDT’S, INC. Corner Ninth and Nicollet Northrop Collegiennes will stride with pride in the heavenly comfort of a pair of flexible Trotters. 9.95 THOROUGHBREDS THROUGH AND THROUGH napur 831 nicollet avenue Compliments of the HERB MILLER CO. Best Wishes from a friend Compliments of THE PURE OIL COMPANY DEALERS Compliments of THE FINEST COSTS SO LITTLE MORE Lake Harriet Florist 5011 PENN AVE. SO. WA. 6-1675 L. M. McGRAY CO. 202 MEDICAL ARTS BLDG. MINNEAPOLIS Congratulations and Best Wishes to the Class of 1955 THE MINNETONKA HERALD Minnetonka's Home-Town Paper Compliments of Welcome to LEE'S BROILERS 911 Hennepin 123 So. 6th St. Pillsbury Building K. N. BARBATSIS, Owner pxiAiicuia i people ujjeber Members of American Institue of Decorators Mordon Land and Loan Co. 89 South 10th Street AT. 7710 WESTERN OIL FUEL CO. MINNEAPOLIS 5, MINNESOTA FOOTE LUMBER COMPANY At Winter’s ... You will find a beautiful selection of diamonds, watches, silverware and costume jewelry—and plenty of parking space. THE WINTER CO. 2204 Hennepin Ave. Jewelers Since 1876 BR. 3022 Compliments of a Friend Compliments from a Father Bettina 51X WOMEN’S APPAREL 3929 W. 50th STREET WA. 2 3517 EDINA (MINNEAPOLIS 10), MINNESOTA Compliments of BROOKSIDE DRUG STORE The Store of Friendly Sendee 6001 Excelsior Blvd., St. Louis Park BALMORAL APARTMENTS 1005 Portland Ave. Speaking of Insurance el Nice Place to Live AT. 9879 MA. 3977 AUDRIAN'S HAIRSTYLING Styling, Permanent Waving and Tinting AT. 0591 Caswell-Ross Agency NORTHWESTERN BANK BUILDING 444 Kresge Bldg. 7th at Nicollet Safety — Security — Service For... Riding Lessons Private and Class Horses for Rent Call... WOODHILL STABLES GR. 3-8061 THE WILLARD WAY BEAUTY SALON 920 Nltollet Ave. Room 220 For Distinctive Hair Styling and Cutting MA. 6046 Mr. Willard Leo—Hair Stylist Compliments of WAYZATA FURNITURE CO. We are pleased to have been chosen again to photograph the Northrop Graduates 1021 LaSalle MA. 7441 BUTLER MANUFACTURING Compliments COMPANY of a — Steel Products — • Seventh Grade Parent MINNEAPOLIS, MINN KANSAS CITY, MO. HOUSTON, TEXAS RICHMOND, CALIF. GALESBURG, ILL. BIRMINGHAM, ALA. Farm Equipment Compliments of Steel Buildings THE PURPLE DOOR Oil Equipment Dry Cleaners Equipment Special Products 1441 W. LAKE 41 SO. 9th ST. UPTOWN PET SHOP 909 West lake Street Locust 4495 • Tropical Fish, Birds Dog Cat Foods Compliments All Pet Supplies of VICTOR’S —Re. 1510 COMPLETE FREEZER FOOD SERVICE A Senior’s Parents Buy tor Your Home Freezer in Quantity Pay Only Wholesale Prices! Finest Quality — Real Economy 2539 Hennepin Ave. Minneapolis 8, Minn. PETERSEN SHARP Fine Foods FREE DELIVERY • 17232 HIGHWAY 101 WEST Wayzata, Minnesota Phone—GReenwood 3-7337 PROFESSIONAL PHARMACY A. Roy F. Johnson, Prop. PRESCRIPTIONS and SICK ROOM SUPPLIES 1604 W. lake S� . At Irving Ave. Phone RE. 3431 CARS TRUCKS RANDOLPH LIGHT, INC. STUDEBAKER 201 West lake Street Sales Service Parts Accessories RE. 5213 RICHFIELD LUMBER CO. 78th t Pleasant Avenue, Minneapolis ROckwell 9-7561 SI South Tenth Street Minneapolis Established 73 Years Compliments of WAYZATA STATE BANK WArZATA, MINN. oCorentz Popular Hair Stylist Will Make You Lovelier with a New Coiffure HAIR SHAPING ................................$1.50 HAIR STYIING, Shampoo. Set................... 3.25 PERMANENTS from ............................. 7.50 LORENTZ BEAUTY SALON 442 Kresge Bldg. BRidgeporY 4134 By the Waters of Minnetonka” ★ GR. 3-8855 SERVICE ENGINEERS — Offers You — TV Service—{Our Full Time Business) Testing Facilities—(The Latest) Technicians—(Competent—Exp.) Replacement Parts—(Factory Approved) Member Mpis. Chamber of Commerce 5015 Penn Ave. S. WAInut 6-1827 SHAVER Hardware By the Waters of Minnetonka 523 East Lake St. GReenwood 3-6789 WAYZATA, MINN. Congratulations To The CLASS OF 1955 And The Weld Sons Jewelers — Silversmiths — Stationers 817 NICOLLET AVENUE MINNEAPOLIS CLASS OF 1960 SAMUEL I. SIGAL Wirt Wilson Company Ground Floor, Builders Exchange Building � MINNEAPOLIS 2, MINNESOTA MAIN 1441 Compliments of SWENDSEEN OPTICAL CO. EDWARD PETERSON FLORIST • • 91 So. 9th St. PI. 4411 Congratulations to the Compliments of Class of '55 NORRIS CREAMERY Compliments of BROOKS UPHOLSTERING CO. Minneapolis, Minnesota Phone Pleasant 4488 Chapman - Grahams CATERERS Fancy Ice Cream — Decorated Cakes French Pastry — Candies — Nuts Salad Dressings — Equipment Rentals 2923 Hennepin Ave. Minneapolis 8, Minn. BURCH PHARMACIES, INC PRESCRIPTION DRUGGISTS 1942 Hennepin Avenue Phones: Kenwood 2802-2803-1895 SHOES WEATHER-TEEN SHOES 3921 West 50th St. Edina Compliments of Compliments DEEPHAVEN BUS COMPANY, INC. and MINNESOTA TRANSIT LINES, INC. of Westgate Theatre “Minneapolis Home of Fine Art Films” Edina Theatre “The Best in Screen Entertainment' Compliments of JrnueAfors DIVERSIFIED SERVICES, INC Miracle Mile St. Louis Park Distinctive Linens for All Occasions Bridal Trousseaux Eleanor Beard's Lovely Handquilted Things Wayzata, Minnesota HILLAWAY ON TEN MILE LAKE A CAMP FOR GIRLS Riding Swimming Sailing Canoeing Trips HACKENSACK, MINNESOTA Directors: Helen Dalton, Catharine Cram Rt. 3, Wayzata, Minn. Greenwood 7-2577 Compliments of m n L ama DISTINCTIVE FEMININE FASHIONS PAYNE, WEBBER, 3928 W. 50th St. MINNESOTA PHONE: WH. 8086 EDINA 50th and France Shopping Center JACKSON CURTIS Where Service Is Friendly and Casual Where Parking Is Free and Easy • Only Quality Meats LARSON'S MARKET Pillsbury Building Pioneer Building 3346 Hennepin Ave., Minneapolis, Minn. Second Ave. So. 6th St. St. Paul 1 Minneapolis 2, Minnesota Minnesota • Ray Haehn, Prop. Co. 2154-55 Compliments of BACON DRUGS PRESCRIPTIONS Compliments • of GR. 4-7139 Waldron Al Tisdel Standard Service World Famous Drugs Atlas Tubeless Tires 50TH AND PENN SO. MINNEAPOLIS Compliments of THE McCABE CO. Compliments of a Friend Compliments of a Friend marsh Mclennan, inc. 1515 Northwestern Bank Bldg. Ge. 5371 Compliments of ISLES BEAUTY SALON Lincoln 0691 2622 Hennepin Avenue Minneapolis, Minn. KE. 0173 P. 0 CALHOUN BEACH BEAUTY SALON oLeic k, me. 2925 Dean Boulevard KE. 8731 PHOTOGRAPHIC SUPPLIES Compliments of • THE JUVENILE SHOE STORE Miracle Mile 123 South Seventh Street 5009 Excelsior Blvd. and Minneapolis 2, Minn. 807 La Salle Ave. JOHN G. KINNARD and COMPANY Member San Francisco Stock Exchange Compliments • LEVOY STUDIOS 133 So. 7th Street Minneapolis 2, Minn. Investment Securities KENWOOD GROCERY 1013 Nicollet 2115 W. 21st STREET KE. 0020 Interiors of Distinction DAILY DELIVERY Groceries Fresh Vegetables Choice Meats NATURE forgot THE SALT— Fisher DIDN'T! Fisher’s—The Original-Saltcd-in-thc-Shcll Peanuts Taste Better Compliments of FRUEN MILLING CO. FISHER NUT CO. St. Paul Congratulations and Best Wishes to th Departing Seniors from JOHN W. HELLER Fashion for Suburban Living “In the Miracle Mile America’s No. 1 Phonograph Hits a New High ... 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