Northrop Collegiate School - Tatler Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

Text from Pages 1 - 168 of the 1958 volume:

CPLUSCC; i? v 0 N NlcO I Northrop Collegiate School Minneapolis, Minnesota TATLER 1958 TABLE OF CONTENTS Dedication 3 INTRODUCTION 4 Faculty .............. .... 7 Lower School 13 Upper School 21 Seniors 33 Activities 71 Literary’ Section 91 C- 100 Class Of 1957 There is someone In the life of every one of us Who has been our keeper Our comforter Our teacher And our friend . . . Someone who patched scraped knees And mended hurt prides . . . Someone who scolded us — But never too harshly — Who reminded us of our manners And saw that we remembered our gloves When we went to Sunday School . . . Someone who treasured every gilt — No matter how small or shabby — Because it was of us ... Someone who loved tine things But saw first that they were ours ... Someone who could forever understand And sympathize And make the world once more a golden ball . . Someone who taught us love And goodness And fair play And honesty And hundreds of little things That are now so much a part of everyday life .. Someone who gave us hopes And dreams for the future — Her hopes Her dreams . . . Someone who gave us all But asked nothing in return ... Whose love and tenderness Played on our paths As sunlight flickers upon the earth Beneath an overhanging bough. She is a mother — Your mother, my mother — And to our mothers this book is lovingly dedicated . This Is Our School . . . These arc our ivied walls. These arc our ragged notebooks Inscribed with a host of sacred names, Boy names, of course. These arc our stairways. Steps curved to the trample of many feet Through many days, many years. Here we have walked in sadness, slowly shuffling Here we have run in times of greatest joy. Here we have stood and talked of Everything, Here fell our tears and here our laughter rang, Here grew our hearts through healthful suffering, Here lie the hours which we together shared. The precious hours in which we hoped and dared And traded thoughts and spoke our wanderings; Even when we arc not. these shall have b:cn. Here are the elm trees which have shaded us Spattering spots of dark on the cool damp grass Beckoning restless eyes away from books When Spring came at last. These arc our classrooms Full of the millions of thoughts which here were formed Full of the echoes of words we spoke and heard The thousand words on which our minds were fed Till at last we learned. This is our chapel, A patch of sunlight shimmering on the floor, CO Sweet music swelling, voices merging in prayer. Sight of blue sky, ,i bird’s bold fluttering flight And the great and golden day’s brilliant beginning. Here, in this calm, in this place. This is our school. Here is our hockey field Loud with vociferous enthusiasm, Sharp clap of hockey sticks. Blue and white pom-poms, brownies, candy, noise. These were our Fridays — Swiftly mounting excitement, a bell, temporary insanity. These were our Mondays — Slow awakenings of half-shut lids From week-end exhaustion. These, our exams — terrified tremors. Last-minute cramming, moans of despair. Doom’s Day, Then freedom, release — Parties and skiing, black and blue jubilance. This is our life, and these our memories. Hundreds of days brim-full of busy living, And each of these is Northrop, every one. And Northrop all of these, and Northrop us. Our forks and knives were always different patterns; The consistency was that every one was bent. The drinking fountain wept an erratic trickle. There were numerous strange mosaics of cracked cement. We looked at it all through ebony-colored glasses; To beauty in it we generally were blind. But looking back on every loose-held minute We see what a wealth of beauty we leave behind. Green of ivy, red of brick, blue of sky White of the apple blossoms on the hockey field. Orange of the sumac on the hill. Yellow of sun and the first bold dandelions — These were the brilliant colors of our world. Books dropping, feet running, showers splashing. Tinkle of jacks, clear voices of children at play, Toll of cathedral bells in the still afternoon — These the remcml ered sounds of our everyday. This is our sch x l. Here in this place, in these brief golden hours Our separate lives have crossed, our minds have touched And each of them is different for the touching; None can now lie quite separate from the rest. For part of each of us has molded Northrop And part of it has molded each of us ... This is our school. And sometimes it was sad and sometimes gay And sometimes it was dull and sometimes fun And sometimes it was loved and sometimes hated But always it was Northrop, and our own. C5] The Tatler Staff Marcy Haucfn, Editor-in-Chief Molly DlHavkn, Business Manager Carolyn Laymon, Business Manager Joan Akcltsincfr, literary Editor Susan W heeler, Literary Editor Sally Kinnard, Senior Editor Louisi Andrews, Photography Editor |i dy Os an. Art and luiyout Editor Betty Borman. Publicity Manager Kxkin Molanper, Secretaiy The T.4TI.EK Stuff wishes to gi ale fully acknowledge the assistance of: Mrs. Ralph Paetz and her invaluable guidance and encouragement throughout the year. Mr. Bob Pritchard and Mr. Richard Pond of Pritchard's Photography. Mr. Art Segal of the Bureau of Engraving. Mr. Abner Carlson of Lund Press. Mrs. Myhrcn Peterson, judge of the literary contest. Mrs. Frances MagofHn and her essential counsel on the art and layout. Miss Janet Gray, Miss Lois Nottbohm and their constant understanding and diplomatic advice. Mrs. Elizabeth Bryan and her indispensable help with the Lower School section. Mrs. Lyman Wakefield, donor of the picture on Lower School division page. Susie Baker and Helen Read, persevering and capable typists and researchers. Northrop Students and their enthusiasm ami support for the ad contest, the literary contest, ami the photographs contest. [63 These are our teachers, Who through the long days patiently guided our minds And focused our wandering eyes on the world of truth Waiting to be explored. . . . Janet M. Gray, A.B., A.M., Principal Braving the darts of youthful criticism These led os onward, firmly, with decision. Planning our days, judging our misdemeanors. Steering us kindly and wisely through troubled waters. CJiving their time, their advice. And their constant interest Befriending, consoling. And ever encouraging us. We know we can never estimate nor repay The debt we owe Miss Nottbohm and Miss Gray. un Lois Nottbohm, B.S., M.A, Director of Upper School Humanities Louise l Powelson, A.B.. M.A„ Ph.I)., History. Geography; Ruth Rebcr Pact . A.B.. M.A., English; Miriam Chambers, A.IK, A.M.. History: Anna L. Turngrcn, B.S., English: Glacu Cole, B.S., B.S.L., Librarian; M.irlvs M. Mel.mil. B.A., M.A., English. Languages Ellen Rowlcv. A.B., A.M., Latin, Advisor to 7th grade; M.iric-Ia r ramc Ixc. B.A., M.A.. French; Beatrice Bl«� lgett. A.B., M.Ed., Latin. Co-ordinator of Junior High. Advisor to ' th grade: Ida Engstroni, B.A.. Mathematics. Latin; Judy Whale. B.A.. Oxon., French; Mary E. Hale. A.B.. A.M.. French. Ad-'i or to IOth grade; Lcnorc Bor-deau. A.B., French. Science and Mathematics Ism Nottbohm, B.S.. M.A., Mathematics. Advisor { i Nth grade; Eunice Bringen. A.B., Mathematics. Advisor to 8th grade; Sara A. Mill. A.II.. Mathematics. Science. Physics; Ida Engstrom, II. A., Latin, Mathematics; loan Walters. B.S.. Mathematics; Marjorie Harrison. A.B., A.M.. Biology. Chemistry, Science, Advisor to 12th grade. Arts Frances C. Magoffin. A.B., Fine Arts: Betty-lean Indihar, B.S.. M.Kd., Music; Gracia Olasrn Hasvrysh, B.S., M.A., Sjieech (1st semester); Evelyn Kramer. B.F.A., Art; Absent: Eleanor Mac R os tic. B.A., M.A., Speech. [9} Science and Physical % Education Mary G. Saunders. R . School Nurse; Patricia O. lamtgaard. B.A.. Physical Education Upjier School; Silly Wallace, B.S., Physical Falucation Lower School. El izabeth C. Bryan. A.B.. A.M., Director of the Lower School Lower School Teachers Top Row: Irene Kohl, Grade Three; kvelyn | ihns n. Grade Four; Myra I.. Valley, Grade Two: Ellen Falk, Kindergarten. Bottom Rote: Helen Nclvin, Grade One; Jean Chamberlain, Grade Six; Hilda Erickson, Grade Six; Pearl Putahl, Grade Five. C10 □ Office Staff Kathleen Bator Hrundat:c. Irene Rico. Beverly Kn«lcr. Alice Virginia Stanford. Miss Blodgett and Miu Indihar sip tea at the ha aar. Faculty and parents enjoy the I.c.n uc dance. c m HOARD OF TRUSTEES Mr. Sc wall D. Andrews, Jr., President Mrs. Ralph Bagley Mr. James H. Binger Mrs. Robert Brooks Dr. O. J. Campbell Mr. C. M. Case, |r. Mr. Fred W. Clifford, Jr. Mrs. Thomas H. Crosby Mrs. Robert Facgrc Mr. Robert J. Keith Mrs. John E. McCarthy Mrs. E. W. Molandcr Mr. Edwin F. Ringer Mr. Earl B. Savage, Jr. Mr. John P. Snyder Mr. Henry C. Stephenson Mr. Lyman E. Wakefield Miss Elizabeth Wallace lion. Mem. Emeritus ALUMNAE ASSOCIATION Mrs. Robert Brooks, Jr.. President Mrs. Ann Duff, Vice President Mrs. Andrew McDonald Hunter, Treasurer Mrs. Howard McMillan, Jr. PARENT-TEACHERS ASSOCIATION Mrs. E. W. Molandcr. President Mrs. Charles Mccch, First Vice President Mrs. Arthur (J. Kcrkhot, Second Vice President Mrs. James H. Binger, Third Vice President Mrs. Stanton Abv, Treasurer Mrs. William T. Noll. Secretary UPPER SCHOOL ROOM MOTHERS Grade Nil Mrs. Sewall D. Andrews Mrs. Orwood J. Campbell Nl Mrs. Henry K. Knoblauch Mrs. W. R. Schmidt X Mrs. John R. Bean Mrs. Jerrold R. Reid IX Mrs. James W. Davant Mrs. Jerome T. Syverton VIII Mrs. William Stromme Mrs. Willis L. Walling VII Mrs. Charles S. Bellows Mrs. (Jcorge C. Crosby C 12D This is our Lower School Where young minds learn first lessons And young hearts are marked deep by first impressions . . . The lessons that we learned were many And unforgettable — Lessons of a brand new world Lessons of all the things and people in it And lessons about ourselves. We learned to understand The lives and thoughts and customs of foreign peoples — Of Eskimos and Spaniards and Africans, Of people from England and people from Germany. Wt learned to paint and act and sing and write. Wc learned obedience, and then We learned to think for ourselves. We learned to follow; Then we learned to lead. We learned to wonder; Wc learned astonishment and eagerness; Wc learned to be curious; and then Wc learned to explore. We learned a little bit About a lot, But learning it We came to feci a hunger to know more — A hunger far more precious than mere facts. Wc learned to work together And play together And slowly, through the long slow passing of days — Through all the misunderstandings and fights and tears — Wc learned to understand And accept one another, And this was the Greatest Lesson of them all. Yes, wc learned a lot of things this year that were never recorded On any report card. But wc will remember these things. For they have been written Clear and indelible u|x;n the first white page Of our opening lives. CI3] Bacl( row: |. Pohl, I.cc. 1). Jacobson. B. McMillan, G. Clifford. K. Rankin, L. Anderson. L. Weber. Front row: N. Bull. D. Brand. V. Fitrrntan, I.. Dobson, S. Bock. I’. Walling. Nbveni: M. Cornelius, C. Lcgcros. We Are the Kindergarten . . . The little people with the great wide eyes Who look at Northrop from the bottom up. You may have seen us sometimes in the halls. And then again you may not, we’re so small. But we see you— The great tall giants dressed in navy blue. You sort of scare us sometimes, in a way. Maybe you think that all we do is play. But that’s net true; We learn things too. We learn lots of games and each other's names. How to model clay and put on a play. All about stores and the Eskimo, Feeding birds, and UNESCO. So please don’t think we have nothing to do. Down here at the bottom we are busy too. of Grade One . . . We studied reading and dinosaurs And made things out of clay. We visited a farmyard once And saw the animals; We had a yummy picnic lunch And even wore farm clothes. We were fourteen midgets who had the fidgets And that is the story of Us. We Are the Students And this is the story of Us. We were fourteen midgets And we had the fidgets So we hunted for something to do. Our teacher helped us Plan a breakfast And taught us all about food. We visited Mrs. Saunders And we went to sec Miss Cray; Seated S. Ovrrurcct, V. Cohen. M. Nolan. N. Spencer. C. Corah, S. Arwlrrvm. Standing: C. Bach. D. Mown, P. Whitclcy. L. Thcrncll. I., lone . K. Clifford, M. Lowry. M. Murtc. Seated: I . Abrams, L. Wilt, C. Bar-bat i%. P. Mix, C. Antirut. Standing: S. Jacobson, L. Dayton, M. Ixe. N. Morriton, I,. Murphy, M. Brooks, C. Peterson. J. Geltnun. M. Mason, M. Lindgrm. M. Gluck. Absent: F.. Aby, We Are the Wizards of Lower School leaders in the Held of science. This year we raised a colony of ants And worked some fun experiments. We had our own aquarium And model planetarium. We went to see the Post Office Where all the mailmen go. We made a real live pan ot rolls the Second Grade . . . Out of real live dough. We learned about birds and evaporation. Telling time and hibernation. We went to a dairy, we rode on a train. We learned about money and counting change. We learned how to measure and now- we are sure That we know lots more than we knew last year. We Are the Busy Travelers of Grade Three Who toured the world in a hundred and eighty days On a ship called “Imagination.” Our captain was Mrs. Kohl And our first mate Was Miss Indihar Who taught us the music of many distant lands. We went to the Netherlands and there we found Hundreds of tulips growing all around. We went to Africa and there we saw A vicious lion stretch his yellow paw, A little zebra trot across a plain, A native village; then we went to Spain. We saw the bullfights and the matadors. We ate hot food in cafes out-of-doors. And then at last we sailed back home again. Seated: R. Chidiolm. K. Carpenter, N. Cnwin, L. Son more. R. Golden. M. Kaplan. I). Smith. J. | nr . Standing: V. Miller. K. Hunt, E. Krjtinj;. R. Fertter. L. Maleolnuon, R. Brack, I). Ackman, W. Johnutn, D. Ringer. Absent: T. Cowle . Kneeling: T. O’Keefe, M. Brook , M. Robinson. I.. Crovby. M. Pollock. C. Corndhu. Seared: M. (duck. P. Clifford. J. Andrus, K. Barhaois, P. lira mis h. S. Witt. � . Andrew . L. Fitcrman. K. McKinstrv. Standing: E. Ebin. B. Andrews, B. Pfundcr. II. Tozcr. |. Morrison. K. Kelley, S. Warner. Absent: I). Dawson. Fourth Grade Was a Year of Versatility . . . A time of changes And a time of growth. It was a year for new activities. For broader and deeper subjects,— A year of firsts. First taste of English grammar. First symphony. First reference work to do In the library. First study of Minnesota History, First really thorough work In geography. We really have traveled far Since we were threes' We Are the Non-Inflammable Fifth Graders, Experts on fire prevention And fire control, lxd by Kathy Baily And Betsy Lowry, We carefully managed the Lower School Safety Patrol. We had white patrol Ik Its, And we wore them proudly. They stood for more than just the work we did; To us they seemed to mean responsibility. And all the qualities for which we stood. In class we gave oral reports on the lives of great persons. We learned about Schweitzer Ralph Bundle And Lafayette. We learned how to speak with poise and hold attention. We also learned the secrets of success. Front Kou K Aby, B. McCunc, . Overstreet. N. Nathan von. H. Lowry, I- Wakefield. Second Kou : S. Stewart. K. Hawkimon. E. Archibald. L. CioUlner. C. Clifford. l„ Knud-w� n. Third Kou C. McCabe. M. Abram . J. Brook . |. Walker, T. Whiteley. T. |« hnv n. Fourth Row: R. Lindsay, P. Fae :rc. D. lax . |. Emnch, L. de Laittre. K. Bade . Front Row: M. Levy, |. Daw, K. Stephen . S. Isgrigg. f. Steiner. |. Anderson. |. Grossman. Snood Rour H. Dawson. C. Case, K Wriyrht. M. McKinstry, S. Ringer. B. Miller. M. Crosby, M. Stance. Third Row: M. Connolly. J. Scarles. T. Carlson, L. Parten. I Kobbe, C. Stromme. A. Undgren, S. Hunt. Fourth Row: H. Bellows, T. Turn-qui t, K. McMillan, S. Sawyer, M. Rogers, S. Draver, I. Hinder. K. Winston. Sixth Grade Was a Year of Preparation . . . A pause at the top of one ladder, an expectation For the first step on the first rung of the next, A moment of being first in a little town While patiently waiting to Ik the second in Rome. A busy pause. A pause for doing things. For the publication of the Tweener Times And collecting money for the March of Dimes. For producing a play called The Dyspeptic Ogre. For filling Red Cross gift boxes and kits for disaster. We have come to the end. Now Lower School is over And we stand expectant before the bright new ladder Wondering . . . The Sixth Grade ponder a problem. Officers of t R: M. Connolly; T. Turnqubt. President. Officers of ( A: |. Dow; K. Stephen . President. cm Our Lower School Council SECOND SEMESTER Front Row: l Abrams, M. Lowry. L. Win, D. Smith. K. Kcllcv. Middle Komi: C. Clifford, B. Lowry, M. Levy. |. Grossman, K. Bailey. IL Tozer. Rack Row: |. Anderson. President: E. Bellows. Vice-President: P. Faegre, M. Connolly, K. McMillan, K. Winston. FIRST SEMESTER Front Row: T. O'Keefe. E. Keating, S. Witt. P. Whitcley, L. Dayton. Middle Row: P. Clifford. M. Levy. C. Clifford. N. Nathanson, B. Lowry, S. Warner. Rack Row: K. Winston, J. Ringer. T. Turnquist, M. Stange. A. Lingren. |. Anderson. Vice-President: E. Bellows. Prcsi«lcnt. Safety Committee Iront Row: K. Ahy, B. McCune. L. Wakefield, B. Lowry, Chairman—Fall. Middle Row: M. Abrams, K. Hawkinson, L. Walker. E. Archibald. N. Nathanson. Back Row: C. McCabe, P. Faegre, L. de Laittre. J. Emrich. K Bailey. Chairman—Spring. [I ] Lower School Choir Front Ron-: A. Ovmtrcct. N. Nathayon. B. Lowry. L. Wakefield, M. .°h!wkiwio. o! Calc. M. McKimtry. C. McCabe. T. Wtodqr. s. SttwaivJ. Andmoo S 1 f« SlJTi „,,n x u£KK Scromme, 8 -..................................... K. Bailey. P. Fae«re. M. Crosby, Grossman, |. Scarles. Bark Row: T. Carlson. I- dc A. i.in.i .rcn. S. Deavcr, |. Hinder. K. Winston. President. And Fire Prevention Officers Betsy Lowry. Fire Chief: Barbara McCone. Fire Chairman; fifth-Kfade heads of fire-prevention. CI9] This is the Place Where Student Government Starts The Lower School Council, two years old this spring. First step along the road to self-governing. Twice a year the Lower School decides upon twelve officers who then preside: A President and Vice-President from Grade Six — The second semester, their offices arc switched. A sixth grade girl is Chairman of Public Relations; she supervises all charity collections. Another sixth grader is Chairman of Publications; she keeps the “Twccncr Times in circulation. The Safety Chairman, picked from the Fifth Grade, makes certain that dangerous accidents arc waylaid. The Fire Chief, who helps keep us all alive, and the Secretary are also from Grade Five The Chapel Chairman chosen from Grade Four Sees that Chapel preparations arc in order. The President of the Choir takes the records And keeps the Council informed by many rc| orts. This year the Choir presented a music play With songs by Miss Indihar called “Flaxen Braids. Each grade has a Representative on the Council Who helps to carry out her class’ will. The Messenger delivers all kinds of things. She’s just a little Mercury minus the wings. This is the Upper School, the middle place Where childhood and maturity slowly merge To form a unified and happy whole . . . This was our year: It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. It was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness. It was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, It was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair. It was the time of energy, it was the time of fagging out, It was a year for hard work, it was a year for goofing m|T — We had everything to do. we had nothing done. We were all going direct to our homework, We were all going direct the other way, Hut somehow we made it through. This is the land Of food sales, phone calls, slumber parties, radios. Mad Comic Books, bermuda shorts, Constant complaints of “overwork, Last-minute cramming, examinations. Concerts, college applications. Field-hockey, tennis, basketball, Saturday mornings in penalty hall, Student government, learning to drive. Puzzling over the facts of life. This is the Upper School, the middle place. Where childhcx d and maturity slowly merge. This is the land of triumphs, the land of tears. The melting-pot of feelings and ideas, The land of fun, the land of growing pains. The land where life flows surging through your veins Strongest of all. The learning land, The place where we batter our heads on a rigid wall Marked Impossible Until we finally learn that within that wall Is a great, high, beautiful castle called “Possible. We learn that the ways to the castle are long and few. That one is time And one is thought And one is hard work patiently pursued. Then we turn our backs to the cold, immovable wall, And look to the castle and climb, then falter, then fall. Then pick ourselves up and go on, till we reach our goal. C 21 □ In the shifting kaleidoscope Of our memory, In the flux and flow Of motion and emotion. We follow Mach remembered event Of the separate days. Others may see here Only the humdrum. Daily repetition, Only the regular beat Of a scheduled routine. But we remember The underlying current Of feeling and thought Which silently surged Through the pattern Of our days. C22] BacJ( How: M. Baur. M. Turner, M. Gibson, M. Bellows. K. PilUburv, I). Brown, D. Dyar, N. Cash. K. Walker. Third Ron-: C. StinchKrld. M. Muse . II. Goodman, N. Gcltman. E. Siegel. I). Cook. P. Haugen. II. Ridgeway, P. Andrew . Second Ron-: |. Thorpe. L. Smith, K. Ryerson, P. Elwcll. S. l-'crgcstad. M. Robbins. S. Sweatt. I.. MacDonald. I.. Alexander. Front Ron R. Driscoll, N. Fisher, H. Crosby. B. ClilTord. E. Ilcndcrvm. P. Sweatt, M. Wilkinson. N. Solstad. Everyone Thinks of the Seventh Grade . . . % As a place lor meek little, weak little maids, rlatt D farr : R. Driscoll, Secretary-Treas- urer: K. PilUbury, President. Hut that’s just a ridiculous hoax. Everyone thinks that we’re all afraid Of our Seniors, hut we’re all so big That they arc afraid of us. Everyone thinks we’re so terribly small That we’re hardly even here at all— Who heat the eights in volleyball5 Who cat like bears? That’s us. of course. The “babies of the Upper School. Reading magazines m the book-nook Party line-up C23] AW. M Kcnncit, I.. McCarthy. M. Barba I Mi, G. Clifford. K. Riley. P. Hacking. L. West. K. Strom me. Third Row: M. Ilawkin-v.n, B. M.K.r. C. Onan. J. Johnson. C. Roger . |. Dairy in pic. B. Marklc. Second Row. S. Miller. L. Aldrich. G. Dorn. L. Bagiev, L. Roger . K. Carney, A. Walling. From Row: C. Hanven. S. Worthing. 1- Antlru . R. Bran. M. Y'anIVnBcrg, C. Cornelius, A. Wakefield. The Eighth Grade is Known For Two Tilings, Class Officers: C. Onan. Sectary-Treasurer; R. Bean. President. RrmrmUr the first dancer And one is having scads and scads of boyfriends of every sort and size Whose names they repeat about two octaves over normal tone. And the other is Hating Boys. Now of the confused author of this poem it is the earnest advice That if you somehow fail to grasp the logic of these young minds And decide to venture among them the truth to find. Brace Yourself. For if there is one thing of which you may always be sure It is the absolute necessity of bracing yourself Whenever you pass within fifteen miles of an eighth grader. For whether she was just asked out by the Most Wonderful Boy in the World on a Fabulous Date Or was not invited and has sworn of! boys forever And all she can think of is Hate Hate Hate. This much is sure. That however meek and innocent the question you ask about hoys. It will be answered with a considerable degree of violence And no small amount of noise. • See editor' note page S' Princess Ginger man in book week play Z2M Hut ; Row: L. Warner. V. Brooks. C. B:njjcr. W. Raudenbuwh, I- Synrtua, C. |rnnc . H. Miller. Nina kn 4tljuch, |. I linnh. Third How: C. Forester. A. Wilcox. S. Roger . K. Klwcll. K. Athm, C. Larson. K. Keith. L. Rappaport. C. |ohn on. Second Rom■: I.. Witcher. M. Far re. j. Much stein. A. Hunter, T. McCanncl. K. Brook . S. Smullen. |. Dow. Front Ron1: I). Dasant, M. Kgrrmavrr. P. (Mm ilahl, ]. Nailler. P. Cooper. C. Spencer. M. Mactlcr. P. Winter. A. D ar. Ninth Grade is a Period of Transition . . . Hot went the Junior and the Senior I ligh, A difficult time, a moment of decisions About which path to take, which road to try; A time for a lot ol thinking, a lot of growing, A lot of noise and a lot of fooling around, A restless year, a time for a lot of moving. For chasing the clouds before coming down to the ground. It is the time of the very first League Dance Which this year was met with eager anticipation AnJ almost the entire class’ participation. It is a year of gradual social uniting; This year the nines formed two clubs, lor typing and writing. They presented a Christmas play called Why the Chimes Rang, On Christmas Eve they met ami carol-sang. It was a year for forming study habits. And carving a little clearer character traits It was a year of the painful, wonderful thrill Of growing. (Uau Officers: S. Roger . Sccretary-Trra urcr: I.. Witcher. President. New school ring Cunwnitlre ilecidr important mue Frrshman trio C25] Back. Row: E. Belgium), J. Verern. M. Levin, M. Albrecht. M. Cullen. S. Bradford. I . Cash. P. Window. Third Row: P. Chisholm. C. Ferguson. M. Noll. L. l-atk. J. Clough. M. Peick, II. Dritz. Second Row: B. Reid. It. Whitman. M. Pohl. S. Wilkie. M. McCabe, W. O'Omn � r, S. Nash. Front Row: L. Caswell, T. Andreas. K. Lipschultz. M. He .in. P. Blum. M. McCray, S. Wilkie. Absent: A. Briggs. Shrewd Businesswomen, the Sophomore Class, Clast Officers: B. Whitman. Secretary-Treasurer; M. Cullen, President: C. Ferguson. Council Representative. Already raising money for their f.S. They’re quite an energetic little crew With talent and some smart ideas too. This year they learned efficiency and teamwork. They collected old clothes and sold them to a church. They collected, straightened out anti tied together Two thousand hangers and sold them to a cleaner. They ran a refreshment stand at the Bazaar And made more money than any class before. They put on a record dance for the Junior High And sold toy gophers in their extra time. You have to hand it to the Sophomore class. They certainly seem to be industrious! First year in the League Study Mall Hanger ? Hangers! Hanger ! Last minute make-up C26D Back Row: A. Stephenson. ). Hoke, M. Wright, J. Mair. K. Henrikson. N. lack. K. Bertram. Third Row: M. Barrow. S. Hayes. N. Moore, S. Wright, G. Kerkhof. H. Ellsworth, S. Evans. Second Row: J. Stenson. J. Mccch, I., ('.age. 1 . Campbell, P. Savage. |. Schmidt. I). Bartel. Front Row: A. Allison. H. Baskcrvillc, C. Royce, J. Mithun. N. Knoblauch. S. Heller. N. Moffett. Absent: M. Anderson. (J. Pliant. L. Stein, I. Waite. One Word You Must Never Mention Around a Junior is Money At the sound of this word she will start to shudder. She will first turn a strange shade of purplish green. And then a horrible luminescent pallor Will transfix her face, sort of the color Of an anemic albino which has just seen a ghost. Then she will break into a scries of hideous shrieks and screams And fall in a dead faint. The reason for this rather queer behavior Is that during this year the members of the Junior Class have worn The fingers of their little money-snatching fists to the bone And ground their little money-sniffing noses on the grindstone In order to raise, by bake sales, food sales, carwashes, holdups. And any conceivable method, a thousand dollars For their Junior-Senior From. They raised it! Class Officers: M. Wright. Secretary-Treasurer; K. Mrnrikvm. President; I.. Stein. Council Representative. Junior food sales Do re me . . . What’s biology C27] This is Miss Male Who lor twenty years Has been a part of Northrop As French teacher Head of the Department Advisor Ami friend. These are the feet Which daily wove their winding ways Out of the halls of Northrop Into the world. These arc the Seniors Whose lives were fused Within the four walls of a single room. C 2 3 Spring was the time tor picnics — “He careful not to throw away the silver.” This is our library — a long silence Punctuated by whispers And “Quiet girls. Here is our dear old bookstore in the basement The place for buying supplies And swapping news. Top Row: Turn up the music. Again?? Middle Row: 26 miles. Somebody say food? Hot tom Row: Hole in the bed. C30D A hair!!! Top row: Taller efficiency Size three triple A Middle row: Santa Baby!! I saw three hoods come roaring by Bottom row: Cheer-up Carolyn Ugh — Northrop lunches C 51 3 Brotherhood week Upper School Poll Grade 7 Grade H Grade 9 Grade 10 Grade 11 Classic Quip: What do you want, a medal or a dog biscuit? Barf Mhrrogh And you can light cither end. Think much? Gladdest Rags: 1 have, of course. Bambi Markle Jill Dow Julie Vcrecn Suzanne Hayes Infinitely Infatuated: Polly Andrews Pixie Hacking Mary Egcrmaycr Terry Andreas Julie Mccch Definitely Dated: Polly Andrews Carol Onan Linda Rappaport Pam Blum Nan Moffett Coolest Cat: Kate Pillsbury C� inger Dorn Lawny Witcher Connie Vertiblc Henry Mamed First: Mary Robbins Pixie Hacking Mary Egermaycr Mary Pohl Julie Mecch Shapeliest: Donna Brown Bambi Markle Linda Rappaport Paula Winslow Nan Moffett Famous Flirt: the above Carol Onan Ann Dvar Martha Albrecht Leslie Stein Class Clown: Nickic Cash Tuppy West Lawny Witcher Ann Briggs Alice Stephenson Preferred Hangout: Joe’s Bar Mousie's Warner’s Dyckman Hotel Parked Car Dating Destination: You'd be surprised. Party Drive-In (hch, hch) Chisholm’s Parked Car Dating Diversions: Discuss Philosophy Well... Play Whist Talk Park Most Fickle: Sonja Fergestad Cathy Riley Ann Dyar Merry McCray Jean Mair Cutest Couple: Kate and John Dal and Ricky Lawny and Wilk ’ Marks and Paul' Dianne and Chuck Preferred Pastime: I lacking Around Eating and drinking pop Smoking Hat snatching French verb sheets Most Sophisticated: Holly (ioodman Cathy Riley Linda Kappa| ort Marianne Levitt Alice Stephenson Enormous Eater: Marcia Baur Pickle Lucy Warner Marcia McCabe Pammy Savage Soapiest Sponge: Nicky Cash Carol Cornelius Slim Spencer Willa O’Connor Susan Wright Editor's note: The Eight’s also have presented a Book Week play for the primary grades, trimmed the Ch mas tree, put on a dance, and managed the hook store. Not bad, really! Ci-’D These are the Seniors We who have toiled and earned our stance On the brink of a new horizon . . . Wc arc the straight We are the tall We are the thirty-one in red plaid jackets Who stalk and laugh and chatter in the hall. Wc who through the quicksilver days Climbed rung by rung the ladder to the top. And now — remembering — wc pause, Look hack, and stop. This was the last. This was the Senior year When all our separate lives Were firmly knit Into a single cloth of many hues. These were the yellows — Hours spattered with laughter. These were the Monday mornings. Dismal blue. These were the glowing reds Of loyal friendships. This the gold-speckled gray Of day heaped on day. Sometimes our cloth was smooth And silken in texture Sometimes the threads were Twisted and knotted and lumped. Into our cloth Were woven the patterns of many days — The fervid painting of the Senior Room walls. The long and heated discussions at Madelaine Island, The gossiping over our coffee after lunch. Seemingly endless college applications And melancholy murmurs of “Slippery Elm, ’ The continual battling over the Senior Room couch. Term papers that seemed to us to take forever But were due tomorrow. These formed the pattern of our cloth. These and many more Brilliantly woven into the shapes of our experience Now as the final strands Fall into place, We sec that they arc white — The dazzling sheen of flowing satin robes Tear-spattered With twinkles of stardust. The threads that wait Are clear, translucent. Ready for the loom Of years to come. They are the threads of our tomorrows. Now, breathless, wc gather our strands And follow the future to their fulfillment. Laugh thy girlish laughter; Then the moment after. Weep thy girlish tears. Watson ENTERED IW. “For Pete’s sake, Lil, don't talk so loud! Lilia's complaining classmates arc all too familiar with her voice, tor it can be heard for miles. One of the few twelve-year members of the class, Lilia, light and sparkling or tierce and fretful, has become known in a multitude of ways. She carries her inexhaustible store of energy wherever she goes—playing on class and Blue varsity teams, cheerleading for Blake, or charming each party that comes along. Every important ski resort in the country has seen the rambunctious girl and her family braving the slopes; ducks have learned to fear the worst when Lilia aims a shotgun. It would not be at all surprising if she announced tomorrow that she was leaving for an African safari. Although we would sadly miss Diamond Lil if she departed for lands unknown, her presence elsewhere could only bring new joy and merriment to her never-ending circle of admirers. WORM) AFFAIRS CLUB. 12 ATHLETIC COMMITTEE. 10. II SCHOOL PROCEDURE COMMITTEE. 12 SECRETARY OF SCHOOL PR(X.EI URI COMMITTEE, 12 CHOIR. 10. II. 12 CLASS HOCKEY. 10. II. 12 VARSITY HOCKEY. II. 12 CLASS AND VARSITY VOLLEYBALL. Id. II. 12 CLASS AND VARSITY BASKETBALL. 10. 11. 12 C34] The scene is a hen party. Groups of girls are assembled talking and laughing. But what is this? In the middle of the floor lies someone convulsed with laughter. Who could it be but Louise Andrews? This blonde senior is renowned far and near for her amazing giggle and avid enthusiasm for every activity. The moment the lirst flake of snow swirls to the ground, Louise begins to plan her yearly ski trips; and by the end of the season every ski lodge from Lutsen to Sun Valley has liccn charmed by the presence of I-ouisc’s ruddy cheeks and sparkling smile. Her picture-taking ability has awarded her the position of Photography Editor ot the TATLER; and her classmates, recognizing her talent for managing money, elected her Senior Class I reasurer. Louise's joviality and sensibility have rightly brought her popularity and will always bring her respect in the eyes ot the world. CLASS TREASURER. 12 WORLD AFFAIRS CLUB. 12 LIBRARY COMMITTEE, II PUBLICATIONS COMMITTEE. 10. II. 12 PHOTOCRAPIIY EDITOR OF TATLER. 12 CHOIR. 10. II. 12 1 1 csCouiie _s4n(h reuui Reason and judgment are the qualities of a leader. Taatnt ENTERED 1952 In every class there seems to be a Miss Everything, anti here before your very eyes (as a momentary glance at the bottom of this page will reveal) you behold the “Miss Everything” of the Class of ’58. Yet. Robin was not only Vice-President of School Procedure, Junior Class President, a member of Choir, Drama Club, and every class and White varsity, she is a real honest-to-goodness girl — displaying a dazzling and flirtatious smile for her Friday night date, racing in perfect form down a snow-covered hill, or giggling (as only Roz can do) in the midst of a group of comrades. Robin is respected and admired, for she has risen above the proverbial what Robin docs to “what Robin is. A firm and righteous leader, an outgoing and vivacious personality, an efficient and capable mind, a hysterical sense of humor, and understanding generosity — these arc what Robin is. We say congratulations! VICK PRES. IN CHARGE OF SCHOOL PROCEDURE. 12 CLASS PRESIDENT. II STUDENT COUNCIL REP., 10 DR wi CLUB, II. 12 WORLD AFFAIRS CLUB. 12 ATHLETIC COMMITTEE. 10 SCHOOL PROCEDURE COMM., II. 12 TRUSTEES’ AWARD COMMITTEE, II FRIENDLINESS AWARD COMM., II LIBRARY COMMITTEE. 10 CLASS-VARSITY HOCKEY. 10. II. 12 CLASS-VARSITY VOLLEYBALL. 10. II. 12 CLASS-VARSITY BASKETBALL. 10. II. 12 CHOIR. 10, II, 12 GIRLS’ STATE REI� .. II SECOND HONOR ROLL, 10 C36] Jjoan a cune Blessed with each talent, and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease. Greene ENTERED 1952 CUM LAUDE Alfred Einstein, please step aside, for about to Ik presented is Joan Argetsinger, the most talented member of the Class of ’58. This tall, slim girl can do anything she desires, from producing twenty-nine Royal Stewart plaid blazers for her classmates to building an oscilloscope for the physics laboratory. Infinite sweaters, dresses, hermudas, and formals have also been fashioned by her nimble fingers while she may have been “cleaning house, playing bridge, rounding off a chemistry problem to three places, or even giving a flute lesson! Literary Editor of the TATLER, president of the Drama Club, strongest second soprano in the choir, and a number one canoe paddler, these arc a few more additions to her never-ending list of accomplishments. It is a known fact that with Joan's willingness to lend a helping and efficient hand, together with her general likcahlcncss, nothing will be impossible in her future. CLASS SECRETARY. 10 DRAMA CLUB. 10. II, 12 PRESIDENT OF DRAMA CLUB, 12 WORLD AFFAIRS CLUB. 12 PUBLICATIONS COMM., 10. II. 12 CO-LITERARY EDITOR OF TATLER. 12 CLASS HOCKEY, 10 ART STUDIO. 10, II. 12 CHOIR. 10, II. 12 FIRST HONOR ROLL. 10. II. 12 C 37 ] ENTERED 1955 Whenever a frightened seventh-grader passes the door with the brass knocker and hears the roar of hysterica! seniors, she can be sure that Susie has launched into her interpretation of Elvis Presley’s “Heartbreak Hotel. Susie's sudden outbursts of impromptu wit may very well win for her the title of Miss Spontaneous Combustion. Susie's talcs of her summers in Michigan and her own private translations of Spanish words have left many an envious classmate choking with laughter. 1 lowever, never let it be said that Susie is only a humorist, for she keeps herself busy cheerleading for Blake, acting as all-school While Team Captain, playing a part in a Blake play, and frantically attempting to squeeze live dates into a two-night week-end. Susie, with her naturally-curly blonde hair, cheerful giggle, and ability to come through any catastrophe unwrinkled, will surely Ik a welcome addition wherever she goes. A1X-SCHOOL WHITE TEAM CAPTAIN, 12 WORLD AFFAIRS CLUB. 12 ATHLETIC COMMITTEE. 12 SECRETARY OF ATHLETIC COMM.. 12 PUBI.ICHY ENTERTAINMENT COMMITTEE. II PUBLICATIONS COMMITTEE. 12 LIBRARY COMMITTEE. II CLASS HOCKEY, II. 12 VARSITY HOCKEY. 12 CLASS VOLLEYBALL. II. 12 VARSITY VOLLEY BALI.. 12 CLASS BASKETBALL. II. 12 VARSITY BASKETBALL. II. 12 [38] $etty ean c onnan The most useless day of all is that in which we hare not laughed. Chmmjorl ENTERED 1954 “Hi, Betty Bean! Heaven knows where Betty acquired that nickname, hut rumors have it that a plumper classmate endowed her with it in a rage over her slender figure. II' that be the case, it is not unfounded. Besides this precious asset, she is blessed with honest-to-goodness, naturally-curly hair and a personality that literally sparkles. How attractive can one girl lie? In addition to her charm, a determination to get things done makes her an appreciated worker on any project. Betty had charge of the seniors' style show this year and saw to it that it would run smoothly. It did. Betty’s interests arc so varied that she can lx: found anywhere from teaching a new dance step to lumbering girls to casually solving a nerve-wracking physics problem. We at Northrop know that wherever Betty goes she will leave a trail of devoted friends. SECRETARY OF CHORES. II DRAMA CLUB. 10. II. 12 WORLD AFFAIRS CLUB, 12 PUBLICITY-ENTERTAINMENT COMMITTEE, 10 PUBLICATIONS COMMITTEE. II. 12 PUBLICITY EDITOR OF TATUM, 12 LIBRARY COMMITTEE, II CLASS HOCKEY. II. 12 CLASS-VARSITY BASKETBALL. II CHOIR. 10. II, 12 C39} Jill CampUt Generally speaking, she's generally speaking. Whiling ENTERED 1946 The morning tardy bell rings and the class is assembled. “Isn’t Jill here yet? shouts the day's attendance taker. Nobody bothers to answer for everyone knows what is about to happen — the bleary form of Jill stumbles in accompanied by a mumbled “Hullo” and an overwhelming stack of hooks and papers. Everybody laughs and whirls away in hateful morning cheerfulness. Jill, however, is one of the most delightful and talkative members of the senior class. Her lively imagination, practicality, and habitual procrastination result in a tendency to the unexpected — always much to the amusement and amazement of her classmates and teachers. Her hospitality has often, but never begrudgingly, been exploited, for her cabin on Madelaine Island in Lake Superior is an unforgettable weekend haunt. Jill, with her satirical sense of humor, her versatility, and her indomitable determination, is sure to make a lasting impression on the world. WORLD AFFAIRS CLUB. 12 SECRETARY OF WORLD AFFAIRS CLUB. 12 PU BLICITY • E NTK RTAINMENT COM IOTTBE l PUBLIC RELATIONS COMM.. II. 12 LIBRARY COMMITTEE. 10 CHOIR. 10. II. 12 FIRST HONOR ROLL. 10. II. 12 C40] She is a great observer and loo s quite through the deeds of men. Shakespeare ENTERED 1948 CUM LAUDE No matter how far we may stray from the hallowed halls of Northrop. Pooh Bear and Peanuts accompanied by their innumerable friends will ever remain nostalgic yet amusing memories of the past. Anne Case — more familiarly Casey” — has endeared these marvelous little characters to our hearts by the trail of cartoons she leaves in her wake. Her superhuman perception and understanding, her fathomless, elephant’s memory, and her unbelievable patience are only a few of Casey’s outstanding traits. Even when under extreme stress, she has never been heard to mutter anything more profane than a satisfying rats.” Last summer when Casey journeyed to Great Britain under the Experiment in International Living, that country was privileged to gain a new and remarkable acquaintance; but those of us at Northrop will always treasure the invaluable companionship of Casey's subtle humor, heartening chuckle, incomparable imagination, and brilliant mind. WORLD AFFAIRS CLUB. 12 PUBLIC RKLATIONS COMM., II. 12 PUBLICATIONS COMMITTEF, 10 TRUSTEES AWARD COMM.. 10. II LAKE FOREST CONFERENCE. II ART STUDIO. 10 FIRST HONOR ROLL. 10. II. 12 HU “Oh Moll, don’t you ever stop smiling? scoffs an inwardly envious classmate. In these troubled days of world and personal crises, such happiness as Molly’s is incredible — often even despicable when those around her wish to grumble and glory in their misery. But then, who can begrudge cheerful good-heartedness for long? Liking Molly is inevitable. I Icr competence, dependability, and inexhaustible ambition make her participation indispensable to any activity. A financial wizard. Molly has counted pennies anti nickels and dimes for the TATLER for three long years (the only disheartening fact here being that publishing a yearbook requires more than small change). Besides serving as the TATI.ER business manager. Molly adeptly increases her own income by tirelessly babysitting and knitting sweaters. Her athletic prowess, too, will ever remain unchallenged, for who can spike as many vollcyballs or score as many field hockey goals as Molly? Here's best wishes to a truly unbeatable gal! DRAMA CLUB. 10. II. 12 WORLD AFFAIRS CLUB. 12 PUBLICATIONS COMM.. 10. II. 12 ‘•NORTHROP NOTES. II CIRCULATION MANAGER OF TATU.R. II CO-BUSINESS MANAGER OF TATLER. 12 LIBRARY COMMITTEE. II. 12 CO-CHAIRMAN OF LIBRARY COM MIITF.E. 12 CLASS-VARSITY HOCKEY. 10. II. 12 CLASS-VARSITY VOLLEYBALL. 10. II. 12 CLASS-VARSITY BASKETBALL. 10. II. 12 CHOIR. 12 SECOND HONOR ROLL. 12 C � 2] 2), vm Oh, they love least that let men now they're loved. Shal(r pcurr ENTERED 1953 i Mow docs she do it? Only five feet two inches tall, yet she lives a life that would exhaust anyone else. Never has the day conic that |udy docs not have sonic story to relate concerning her latest admirer. Her classmates wander out of the Senior Room in a daze after such an account, shaking their heads and mumbling something unintelligible but resembling “Bedroom eyes and that smile! Friday night is likely to find her cheering her heart out and madly waving her pom-pom for the glory of old Blake school. Saturday night means sure attendance at the “Party of the Week.” Judy’s presence on a class team adds strong enthusiasm and a will to win. Her annual trips to Florida, resulting in a beautiful golden tan, have left her contemporaries seething with envy. When Judy walks under the wands in June, the Class of '58 will lose a scintillating personality and a devoted friend. WORLD AFFAIRS CLUB. 12 ATHLETIC COMMITTEE, 10. II. 12 TREASURER OF ATHLETIC COMM.. 12 LIBRARY COMMITTEE. 11 CHOIR. 10. II. 12 CLASS HOCKEY, 10. II. 12 VARSITY HOCKEY. 12 CLASS VOLLEYBALL. 10. II. 12 VARSITY VOLLEYBALL. 10. II CLASS BASKETBALL. 10. II. 12 VARSITY BASKETBALL. 10. II i:-� 3D artLa J aroli me JJc auc en A cheerful loo ( maizes a dish a feast. Herbert ENTER HI) 1952 You kids. I’ve just got to go on a diet,” moans Marcy, wheeling her red and white convertible into the nearest Dairy Queen. This peppy senior, lover of good food, jokes, and fun, has a reputation for being able to do everything at once, keep her head, and invariably produce something remarkable — like this TATEER. Marcy’s beaming grins and hilariously sarcastic comments make her an invaluable asset to any activity — a ski weekend, a canoe trip, a drab hen-party, or an expedition to the moon. Anyone searching for Marcy could sooner (but more likely later) overtake her by following a trail of marked achievements — a starring role in the Drama Club play; a solo in the Christmas program; a new gray sweater, fresh off her knitting needles; or an acquaintance standing aghast in a corner, dumbfounded by a deluge of Marcy’s remarks. Here’s “hats off” to a strong leader, an understanding heart, and a talented young woman! VICE PRESIDENT IN CHARGE OF PUBLICATIONS. 12 LIBRARIAN OF CHORUS. 11 DRAMA CLUB. II. 12 WORLD AFFAIRS CLUB. 12 PUBLICATIONS COMM.. 10. II. 12 LIBRARY COMMITTEE, II ART STUDIO. 10 CHOIR, 10. II. 12 FIRST HONOR ROLL. 10. II. 12 Here pause for a moment of silence, .bid when that moment is through Turn to the bacl{ of the Taller There’s a picture of Marcy there too. C HD ecca ■-XinpincoU JL yazen Magnificent spectacle of human happiness. Smith ENTERED 1956 CUM LAUDE The wheels of a masterful mind grind to a halt anil now deft fingers begin slicing off microscopic sections of alium root. If you are a little mystified at this [joint, you arc not alone in your ignorance. Confidentially, Becky is making biological slides (only one of her pet scientific projects) by an ingenious method devised by Becky herself. Here we present to the world a human dynamo and future invertebrate marine zoologist. Editor of the city-wide Clirl Scout newspaper, officer and mainstay of her church youth group, and avid YWCA camper and canocr, Becky in her spare time (?) reads stacks of books and collects classical and semi-classical records. Add to this list her love of sports, an interest in photography (incidentally invaluable to the TATLER), a friendly, sparkling smile, and a warm personality. “How can anyone he so well-rounded? you ask. Don't question us (we're aghast as it is); sec Becky! WORLD AFFAIRS CLUB. 12 PUBL1CITY-ENTF.RTA1NMENT COM-M1TTEE. II. 12 CLASS-VARSITY HOCKEY. If. 12 ART STUDIO. 12 CHOIR. II. 12 FIRST HONOR ROLL. II. 12 C«] Who is that little girl trying to peek over the heads of taller classmates? Who is the petite miss madly cheering for her favorite team, the Blues? Who hut Margie? She might he somewhat undersized, hut she has enough get-up-and-go for a seven-footer. In spite of her pep and ready smile, she can easily take on serious responsi-hility. This quality was displayed when she held the position of Secretary of the School Procedure Committee in her junior year, and also later when she was elected all-school captain for the Blues. Outside of school she handles with remarkable finesse one of the busiest social schedules on record. The class of 1958 will breathlessly remember the sight of Margie dashing olT to some meeting or activity and will wonder how one so tiny could contain so much vitality and open friendliness. ALL-SCHOOL BLUE TEAM CAPT., 12 WORLD AFFAIRS CLUB. 12 SCHOOL PROCEDURE COMM.. II SECRETARY OF SCHOOL PROCEDURE COMMITTEE. II ATHLETIC COMMITTEE. 10. 12 LIBRARY COMMITTEE, 10. II CLASS-VARSITY HOCKEY, 10. II. 12 CLASS-VARSITY VOLLEYBALL. 10. II. 12 CLASS-VARSITY BASKETBALL. 10. II. 12 CHOIR, 12 LIBRARIAN OF CHOIR. 12 SECOND HONOR ROLL. 12 C46 3 uenton By the street of 'By and By one arrives at the house of 'Never .' Cervantes ENTERED 1946 “Never trust a man! Sally's emphatic slogan seems indeed a strange philosophy for one who, we arc certain, has been dated, loved, and worshipped by every male with whom she has ever become acquainted. Sally's fame has spread far and wide, for who can forget this spirited little personality so full of vitality that it would collapse a mountain. A born actress, comedienne, and conversationalist, there’s just something about Sally that seems to draw people to her like a bear to honey; and there they stay — aghast, rolling with laughter, anti adoring a girl who is perfectly indescribable. She’s giddy at peaks of joy, or untouchable in slumps of gloom: madly in love, or contemptuously detesting; as sarcastic as possible, or unbelievably sincere; sparkling and flirting, or grumbling and spitting like an angry cat. There never before has been a girl like Sally; there never will Ik. She's just Sally; refreshing, bright as a penny, and adorable. CLASS PRESIDENT. 10 DRAMA CLUB. 10. II. 12 WORLD AFFAIRS CLUB. 12 SCHOOL PROCEDURE COMMITTEE, 10. II • NORTHROP NOTES,” II. 12 PUBLICATIONS COMMITTEE, 12 SENIOR EDITOR OF TATUM. 12 FRIENDLINESS AWARD COMMITTEE. 10 CHOIR. 10 CLASS BASKETBALL. 10 CLASS HOCKEY. 10. II FIRST HONOR ROLL. 10 SECOND HONOR ROLL, II [47] X etymon, It's all in a day's wor English Proverb ENTERED 1952 From a chaos of hooks, clippies, and brown-and-white pompoms, a Pepsodent smile lights up the Senior room. Almost before she has shed her coat, this senior has launched into the day’s episode of The Life and Loves of Carolyn Laymon,” the thrilling story of a social life so hectic that the talcs usually last throughout the day. One of the most loquacious members of the class, she has even accomplished the Herculean task of out-talking Wheeler. This girl talks! Carolyn is certainly well-traveled, and her stories of vacations in such interesting places as New York and Hawaii have often left her friends in a state of wild jealousy. An avid Blake fan since her entrance into Northrop in seventh grade, she became one of the most enthusiastic cheerleaders on the Blake campus. Three cheers to you. Carolyn, truly an irreplaceable young lady! STUDENT COUNCIL REP.. 11 DRAMA CLUB. 10. II. 12 PUBLICATIONS COMM.. 10. II. 12 CIRCULATION MGR. OF TATLER, III CO-BUSINESS MGR. OF TATI AM, 12 CLASS HOCKEY, 10. II VARSITY HOCKEY. 11 CLASS VOLLEYBALL, 10 CLASS-VARSITY BASKETBALL. 10 CHOIR. 10. II. 12 FIRST HONOR ROLL. 10. II. 12 [48 2 J atherine )tu.art Her ways arc ways of pleasantness, and all ha-paths are peace. Spring-Rite ENTERED 1949 CUM LAUDE As the creaking mechanism of the Senior Class grinds onward, full of little flurrying feuds, spells of gloom, and problems of every size, our quiet Katie lends a sympathetic ear. Somehow Katie always manages to appreciate the humor of a situation, and often manages to convince us, in her calm, unpretentious way. that the sky is not falling down. Katie is a leader, but her leadership is subtle, unobtrusive, and pervasive. It consists of much action and very few words. Her manner is sweet and gentle; her mind is active and understanding; her spirit is kind and tolerant; her humor is sprightly and refreshing; her friends arc without number. Katie says little, but what she says has the ring of sincerity and perception, the ring of honesty mellowed with tact. Wherever we go. Katie will remain in our hearts always, highly respected, warmly appreciated, and dearly loved. VICE'PRES. IN CHARGE OF PUBLIC RELATIONS. 12 SECRETARY OF THE LEAGUE, Hi TRFASURKR OF THE LEAGUE. If PUBLIC RELATIONS COMM. Id. II. 12 TRUSTEES’ AWARD COMMITTEE. Id CLASS HOCKEY. II. 12 CLASS VOLLEYBALL. II CLASS BASKETBALL. II CHOIR. II. 12 AM. FIELD SERVICE STUDENT. II FIRST HONOR ROLL. Id. II. 12 IK! {LL ara cjCuce IJfe’s a very funny proposition after all. Cohan ENTERED 1949 Oh, hut Mrs. Harrison — give me one more year on my biology project!” Who else could those pleading words belong to but Barbie Luce? Although Barbie’s name will go down in Northrop history for being the school’s biggest procrastinator, she somehow manages to come through with flying colors at the last minute. Her cheerful smile and sense of humor have endeared her to the hearts of many of us — students and teachers alike. What can we say when she flashes those big brown eyes? Barbie, in her eight years at Northrop, has contributed much to school and outside activities. Her impetuous giggle and clever remarks have brightened many an activity, whether it be a School Procedure Committee meeting or a formal dance. The name of Brcck will forever echo in our minds with Barbie’s continuous talcs of her favorite school. Whatever her choice in colleges may be, we give Barbie our best. DRAMA CLUB. 11. 12 WORLD AFFAIRS CLUB, 12 ATHLETIC COMMITTEE, 10 SCHOOL PROCEDURE COMM., II. 12 LIBRARY COMMITTEE. 11 CLASS-VARSITY VOLLI YBAI.L. II. 12 CLASS BASKETBALL. II CHOIR. II. 12 C50] l ennett U-)onafJ There's nothing worth the wear of winning but laughter and the love of friends. Bellm ENTERED 1952 When the Class of 58 acquired Helen McDonald in 1952, scarcely did it realize it was becoming the proud possessor of the most remarkable laughing machine on earth, for this device not only functioned frequently but made the most extraordinary sounds—lengthy gasps interspersed with high, shrill squeaks. Yet, it is certainly unfair to categorize Helen solely as a girl with a laugh, for her rare qualities of friendliness would be nearly impossible to discover elsewhere. Always sunny and cheerful, unselfish anti democratic, Helen has never been heart! to belittle the underdog, but she invariably, wholeheartedly supports even the slightest spark of goodness. A thoroughgoing sportswoman, this year she competently headed the Athletic Committee and left it revolutionized, reformed, and one hundred percent improved. Helen could never be other than respected and loved, because her spontaneous wit, beaming smile, and open friendliness will never fail to win for her victories and friendships. VICE-PRESIDENT IN CHARGE OF ATHLETICS. 12 LIBRARIAN OF CHOIR. 10 ATHLETIC COMMITTEE. II. 12 PUBLIC-RELATIONS COMM., 10 TREASURER OF PUBLIC RELATIONS COMMITTEE, 10 LIBRARY COMMITTEE, II SECOND HAND BOOKSTORE CHAIRMAN. 10 CLASS-VARSITY HOCKEY. 10. II. 12 CLASS-VARSITY VOLLEYBALL. 10. II. 12 CLASS-VARSITY BASKETBALL. 10. II, 12 CHOIR. 10. II. 12 SECOND HONOR ROI.U 12 C 51 3 Of manners gentle, of affections m curd, simplicity a child. ENTERED 19SI A ray of light pierces the darkness. Karin has just turned on the Senior Room light at seven-thirty in the morning. She then proceeds to make the Senior Room presentable for her sloppier classmates. After the arrival of approximately ten seniorsf Karin can Ik found standing on the stool in front of her locker desperately trying to take attendance. One could telephone to ask her at three A.M., and she would Ik able to rcfsort exactly how many people were absent, on which day, and for what reason. This dependability has also won Karin the position of Secretary of the Publications Committee. Her willingness to listen to her friends' long orations al)out nothing and her apropos remarks make her a valuable asset to her class. We will always remember with warm appreciation Karin’s quiet sense of humor and genuine friendliness. CLASS SECRETARY. 10. 12 WORLD AFFAIRS CLUB. 12 PUBLICATIONS COMM.. 10. II. 12 SECRETARY OF PUBLICATIONS COMMITTEE. 12 -NORTHROP NOTES. 10 LIBRARY COMMITTEE. II CHOIR. 10. II. 12 ART STUDIO. 10. II SECOND HONOR ROLL. 10 FIRST HONOR ROLL. 12 CS2J ooerd A merry heart ma eth a cheerful countenance. Proverbs XV. 13 ENTER HD 1947 Oh Katie, your hair looks just darling! is the frequent response when Katie appears with a new hair style, (an almost daily event). If those long blonde locks weren’t enough to make us jealous. Katie is also equipped with a slender, shapely figure, a pair of the most winsome blue eyes we’ve yet come across, and the poise and sophistication of a true femme fatale. She has a Hair for hi-fi music, Broadway plays, and elegant dresses. Katie’s genuine friendliness and gracious, modest manner belie any alTectation which her discriminating tastes might suggest. Her advice is often candid, but worthwhile. She works quietly, with skill and efficiency, gets things done, and done well. Her consistently diligent work on the Publicity-Entertainment Committee more than merited her its vice-presidency this year. Who can forget the fabulous swirl of the committee's dances—so like Katie herself — forever sparkling and dazzling. VICE-I'RES. IN CHARGE OF PUBLICI-TY-ENTE RT AINMENT. 12 PUBLICITY-ENTERTAlNMENT COMMITTEE. 10, II. 12 C533 J}uditL (ddmily Oi nan Few things are impossible to diligence and s (ill. Johnson ENTERED 1946 Drive you downtown!!? I'd get lost! Outsiders may laugh, but those who know Judy realize that this dramatic outcry is no joke. However, beneath her scatterbrained air lie a clever, organized mind and exceptional artistic and literary capabilities. Judy, with her pungent sense of humor, has never failed to lift a heavy cloud of blue from a Monday morning senior room — by her mere presence. Then with a fling of strawberry-blonde hair, a spontaneous giggle, and an additional sarcastic witticism, Judy is otT in a swirl of worldly sophistication. Her second-alto voice anti her slim, shapely figure (maintained by a rather unbalanced diet of pretzels and Coke) may yet win for Judy the fulfillment of her secret ambition — to become a torch singer. In any case, we will always adore this charming girl, certain that wherever she goes, she will make a smashing success. DRAMA CLUB. II. 12 WORLD AFFAIRS CLUB. 12 PUBLICITY-ENTKRTAINMF VI COM• M1TTEE, II PUBLICATIONS COMMITTKK. 10. 12 ART AND LAYOUT EDITOR OF TATLER, 12 “NORTHROP NOTES, 10. 12 ART STUDIO. 10 CHOIR, 10. II. 12 FIRST HONOR ROLL. 10. 11. 12 C54U ome The play’s the thrng. Shakespeare ENTERED 1952 Someday we all expect to find an article on the alumnae page of the Northrop Notes entitled “Former Northropite Stars in Broadway Hit. ’ Linda’s driving desire to become an actress is equally balanced with her record of hard work and excellent talents. In addition to contributing time, talent, energy, and enthusiasm to various Northrop plays and serving efficiently as choir president, she has spent a great deal of time outside of school studying singing, ballet, and modern dance. Her fellow classmates always ache for days after making vain attempts at her impossible dancing exercises. She has convinced us all that there must surely be a little Indian Yogi mixed with her “fighting Irish blood. The class will always remember sitting around a fire on the Senior weekend as Linda sang “Summertime. In profound amazement and admiration we listened to the rich beauty of her expressive soprano voice, and grew quietly confident of her future success. CHOIR PRESIDENT, 12 DRAMA CLUB. 10. II. 12 WORLD AFFAIRS CLUH. 12 PUBLICITY-ENTERTAINMENT COMMITTEE. 10 PUBLIC RELATIONS COMM.. 11 ATHLETIC COMMITTEE. 12 CL ASS-VARSITY VOLLEYBALL. 10. II. 12 CLASS HOCKEY. 10. II. 12 VARSITY HOCKEY. II. 12 CLASS-VARSITY BASKETBALL. 10, II. 12 CHOIR. 10. II. 12 C55] oCouide Humor is the harmony of the heart. errold ENTERED 1952 No thanks, I’d rather walk.” Whatever the weather, lour days out of five Louise will ambitiously refuse a ride in favor of a rugged fourteen-block hike to school. An active member of the Public Relations Committee since seventh grade, Louise likes people and is deeply interested in their welfare and happiness. One of her extracurricular activities is working with a group of underprivileged children in a settlement house. No matter whether the outlook be bleak or sunny, Louise has always remained calm and level-headed, taking lilc as it comes, simply and beautifully. Everyone of us treasures her as one of those rare individuals who like to listen as well as to sjxrak, who modestly refrain from talking about themselves, and whose company we seek for a bit of pleasant quietness, perceptive understanding, and warm friendliness amid the turbulence of our busy lives. WORLD AFFAIRS CLUB. 12 PUBLIC RELATIONS COMM., IB. II. 12 LIBRARY COMMITTF-F- 11 CHOIR. 12 C56] God loveth a cheerful giver. 2 CORINTHIANS. IX. 7 ENTERED 1954 A volleyball flies across the net. plunging lo the floor between the first and second rows of players. Alas, it nears the ground; and the White Team has surely lost a point! Hut suddenly it is hurtling back over the net! Helen’s mighty punt would have saved the day had it net unfortunately been illegal. Besides monopolizing uncoordinated sports tactics, Helen has mastered the nearly extinct art of appreciative listening. Any joke or story worth telling merits a hearty chuckle and a cynical counter-remark from Helen. With her extraordinary self-control and unlimited generosity, she can invariably l e found performing a favor for someone else, whether it is typing for the TATI.HR or serving as chauffeur for the entire senior class. To know Helen is to know the fellowship of a keen wit, an encyclopedia-like collection of facts and figures, an earnest concern for others, and an easy-going good nature. WORLD AFFAIRS CLUB. 12 PUBLIC RELATIONS COMM., 10 PUBUCJTY-FNTF RTAINMENT COMMITTEE. II PUBLICATIONS COMMITTEE. 12 LIBRARY COMMITTEE, II C57d czer Whose smile all other maids' surpass, A rose without a thorn. McNally ENTERED 1952 It was a tragic day in the annals of the Class of ’58 when the dying Dodge finally collapsed; but somehow, thanks to Dairy Queens, orange juice, and her usual spunky spirt. Ann managed to survive her loss. A deep interest in others, a democratic tolerance and acceptance of all people, deference, and consideration have induced Ann’s friends to entrust her with the deepest of secrets. She is respected for her high standards of taste and morals. her sensibility, her vivacious spirit, and her glowing warmth of heart. Ann’s particular fondness for children and sktll in handling them arc certain someday to place her name with Spock and (Resell in the archives of child psychology. A staunch member of every class and varsity team, our blonde powerhouse will at any rate remain an integral part of her class’ history. Peppiness, friendliness, and strength of character arc the noblest of virtues wherever they may be found. WORLD AFFAIRS CLUB, 12 SCHOOL PROCEDURE COMM., 10 PUBLICATIONS COMMITTEE, 11 PUBLICITY-ENTERTAINMENT COMMITTEE. 12 LIBRARY COMMITTEE, II, 12 CHOIR, 12 CLASS HOCKEY. 10. II. 12 VARSITY HOCKEY. 12 CLASS VOLLYEBALL. 10. II. 12 VARSITY VOLLEYBALL. 10. 12 CLASS BASKETBALL. 10. II. 12 VARSITY BASKETBALL, 10 C583 udan f o The word impossible is not in my dictionary. Napoleon ENTERED 1955 I’m starved. ' wails a slim, dark-haired girl as she stares bleakly at her empty locker which has been raided of its last morsel of food by her hunger-ravaged classmates. Susie is considered one of the most fortunate members of the class in that she is trying to GAIN weight, but somehow her softhearted ness always betrays her into feeding the famished mouths of her fellow Seniors rather than her own. Raisins Robertson’s mental capacity docs not seem to Ik- ham| ered by this lack of nourishment. She has maintained first honor marks throughout her three years at Northrop, and during her Senior year she very effectively organized the World Affairs Club. Judging by her ability and enthusiasm in scientific pursuits, it is expected that Susie will someday become a world-famous scientist; but whatever the fates may lay at her feet, Susie’s good-natured friendliness, generosity, and ambition will surely carry her along the road to success. PRES. OF WORLD AFFAIRS CLUB. 12 WORM) AFFAIRS CLUB. 12 ATHLETIC COMMITTEE. 10. II, 12 LIBRARY COMMITTEE, 12 CLASS HOCKEY. IU. II. 12 CLASS VOLLEYBALL. 10. II. 12 CLASS BASKETBALL. 10. II. 12 CHOIR. 12 FIRST HONOR ROLL. 10. II C59] “Mca mater in casa cst. This is not Julius Caesar speaking but Gretchen Scidl. dedicated pupil of fourth year I-atin. Gretchen is known and envied for her remarkable ability to do as much as is required of her in a fraction of the time, including handing in her term paper a month early and writing half a dozen extra book reports for summer reading. Her success is easily traced to hard, conscientious work, intelligence, and ambition. But Gretchen is far from being a bookworm. Every summer finds her visiting a ranch in Montana: every weekend horseback riding at a local stable. Her friendly tolerance and imperturbable lightheartedness make her a pleasant and loyal friend, always ready to encourage a fellow classmate and make her smile. We feel certain that Grctchcn's cheerful spirit, her energy, enthusiasm and ability will win for her whatever she may strive to achieve. WORLD AFFAIRS CLUB. 12 PUBLICATIONS COMMITTEE. 10. II PUBLIC RELATIONS COMM.. 12 LIBRARY CO-CHAIRMAN. 12 LIBRARY COMMITTEE. II. 12 CHOIR. 10. II. 12 SECOND HONOR ROLL. 10. II. 12 C60J In thy face I sec the map of honour, truth, ami loyalty. Shakespeare ENTERED 1948 CUM LAUDE Mary Silvcrson, more commonly known as Silver,’’ is one of those girls who seem to Ik perfect. When she entered Northrop in the third grade with her long dark braids, her classmates called her Minnehaha; her teachers called her a natural leader. The braids arc now gone; hut that quality of leadership is still with her, for when Silver was elected president of the League last spring, it was a surprise to no one. Her naturally tan skin and big brown eyes have rewarded her, too, for she was a peppy Blake cheerleader and Senior Attendant for Blake's Homecoming. She has kept her tiny figure by burning up Northrop calorics in the gym, on the tennis courts, and on Wisconsin ski trails. The future can hold nothing but greatness for Silver. Enlightened wisdom, friendly sincerity, and subtle power of mind and character arc traits of only the outstanding. PRESIDENT OF THE LEAGUE. 12 CO-TREASURER OF THE LEAGUE. 11 WORLD A FT A IRS CLUB. 12 DRAMA CLUB. 10. II. 12 SCHOOL PROCEDURE COMM.. 10 ATHLETIC COMMITTEE. 11 SECRETARY OF ATHLETIC COMM.. II TRUSTEES AWARD COMM.. 10. II CLASS-VARSITY HOCKEY. 10. II. 12 CLASS-VARSITY VOLLEYBALL. 10, II. 12 CLASS-VARSITY BASKETBALL. 10. II. 12 CHOIR. 10. II. 12 MINNESOTA ASSOCIATION OF STUDENT COUNCILS. II. 12 FIRST HONOR ROLL. 10. II. 12 on Someday when ihc sky falls and rains hunks of blue upon the earth, and the ground is consumed by lire, and the end of the world has come, among the hordes of hysterical Northrop girls there will be one placid saint, solemnly trying to evoke the most sensible and practical solution. Teita — utterly organized, refreshingly sympathetic, and always properly sophisticated — has never failed to calm troubled waters by an appropriately frank bit of advice or a hilariously riotious mood. Champion bridge player, stalwart upholder of the honor system, and senior class leader as our president, Teita somehow manages to read every worthwhile l ook written, know anything worth knowing, and sometimes (though quite secretly) pull an amazing switch — becoming the “evilest of evil gremlins, ready to chuckle and avenge the world. What is Teita? Well, we can't go on forever; so let’s stop here and say, “wonderful girl, wonderful friend, and wonderful leader.” CLASS PRESIDENT, 12 WORLD AFFAIRS CLUB. 12 PUBLIC RELATIONS COMM.. 10. 11 SCHOOL PROCEDURE COMM.. 12 TRUSTEES AWARD COMM.. 10. II CHAIRMAN OF SECOND HAND BOOK STORE. II CHOIR. 10. II. 12 CLASS HOCKEY. 10 SECOND HONOR ROLL. 10 FIRST HONOR ROLL. II. 12 C623 “Oh, I have ten hoy friends at home! replies a tall, flaxen-haired girl with ruddy checks. Juita's interrogator then gasps and gazes off into space thinking, If this is what Germany docs for a girl, why aren’t I there?’' The answer lies not in Jutta’s origin hut in |utta herself, for our American Field Service student s sweetness and good humor could reward her nothing hut ardent friends and admirers wherever she may travel. From the very first, Jutta’s extraordinary insight, bubbling cheerfulness, and wealth of understanding won each of us to her. Germany is no longer merely a little colored blob on the map, strange and far away. To us it is the home of a dear friend — a friend with whom we have shared joy and sadness, laughter and serious thought, hope and disappointment. excitement and boredom; a friend who has endeared herself to each of us by her warmth and kindness; a friend we will never forget. AM. FIELD SERVICE STUDENT. 12 WORLD AFFAIRS CLUB. 12 PUBLICITY-ENTERTAINMENT COMMITTEE. 12 ART STUDIO. 12 SECOND HONOR ROLL. 12 C63] In ninth grade, a shy, retiring, little miss joined the ranks of the class of 1958. However, as her schoolmates were soon to discover. Susie’s qualities did not concur precisely with these stereotyped labels. Within a few months, Northrop was infested with Whcclcrisms” (sundry apt phrases), bedraggled cartoon figures of pathetic looking Northropites, and a thousand timely remarks, disrupting the dignified harmony of even the most orderly classrooms. To Susie, a very definite sort of person, all things arc cither dear loves or odious enemies. Into the former category fall telephones, talking, red. strawberry Dairy Queens with hot fudge sauce, Christopher Morley, and fantastic gym excuses; into the latter: silence, sitting still, routine, orange, and insincerity. Susie, with her voluminous vocabulary and her knowledge of world affairs, may become an excellent journalist; but, one can never l c quite positive about her intentions until they become history. Yet, we all have confidence. . . . WORLD AFFAIRS CLUB. 12 CO-LITERARY EDITOR OF TATTLER. 12 IUBLICATIONS COMMITTEE. 10. II. 12 ART STUDIO. 12 SECOND HONOR ROLL. II ••NORTHROP NOTES.” 10. II. 12 CM] And here the students of English X-one—one Decide that English tests Arc not much tun. Helen and Judy Holding a deep discussion In the midst ot an open house For the underclassmen. This is Karin, our able Secretary, Capable, efficient, neat and merry. This is Tcita, our Chief Executive, Who ruled “with an iron hand in a velvet glove.” This is Louise. Who faithfully carried on As final Treasurer Of our fading funds. Z 1 Cum Laude Member of Cum Laude Sode y from the Class of '5.V — Mary Silvcrson. Kate Lowry, loan Arfit-uinKcr. Becky I lazen. Anne Case. 'I o those who have travelled Farthest of all Along the never-ending trail Of knowledge, We give praise. To those who have struggled Hour after hour Through the long days Of the long years. With perseverance And with patience Never letting interruptions Interfere, We give praise. 'I o those who fixed their eyes Upon a goal And followed it. Who heard Opportunity’s Knock And answered it. Who had twenty-four hours in every day And used it. We give praise. These are the Minds Which arc joined by an unseen cord To the Minds of the past And the Minds of the future. These are the Thinkers Who have been united To the world of Thinkers By the timeless fellowship Of the printed word. They have experienced the excitement And the eagerness Of Finding Out. They have known The warm satisfaction Of Understanding. They have won Through discipline and honor And patient effort The golden victory Of excellence. And to them We offer praise. 1 66] Sundry Slices of Senior Life Top rote: Laymon, Hurry with the coffee Maxwell House -f C«HmO i -f- HgO —♦coffee Inset: I can boil water Bottom row: Angels We Have Heard On Hi h” Itty-bitty Dorn and Big fat Robertson C67 3 Top row: Seniors cat, as usual And then I climbed down the vine . . . Middle row: 23 skidoo What's the punch line? Bottom row: Hair and toast? C6S] Top row: The groom kissed me! I'm so glahd to see you 23—sponge Middle row: Slippery Elm wants you! No. Louise, you can’t have a drag Third row: Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s work Me married? Charles of the Ritz C693 tit NAME AMBITION MORE LIKELY REMEMBERED FOR Lilia French interpreter at U. N. Lady wrestler “wonder if . . 1 .oiiisc A. Spanish teacher Diughing to death Her giggle Robin Teetotaler Barmaid Dcrricre loan Dig to China Teacher? Blazers Susie B. Sailor Playboy’s Playgirl Elvis Betty Dayton's salesgirl Party-hopper Appetite Jill Peanut cracker Hairdresser Orations Anne C. Sorceress Ogden Nash, II Witches Molly That “Itty-bitty” dress Camp Director Happy disposition Jutly D. Grow to seven feet Starve to death Her hobby—men Marcy Ballet dancer Tumbler Deadlines Becky Invertebrate marine zoologist Invertebrate marine zoologist Studying Margie Abolish Two heads better than one” Abolish other Head Athletic prowess Sally Do away with Chemistry College Chemistry teacher “Never trust a man” Carolyn Candida Cyrano Exams Kate L. WICKED WOMAN Social worker Patience Barby Zombie Harlem Globetrotters Procrastination Helen M. Barmaid Teetotaller Friendliness Karin Kill G.S.R. Private Secretary Efficiency Kate M. Hollywood Producer Vampira Imagination Judy (). Lady Wrestler Maid Naivete Linda Actress In ball and chains “Summertime l«ouise P. Social worker Sr. class dietician Fatties Inc. Helen R. See. to richest man in world Marry same Sarcasm Ann R. Commit perfect murder Censored Sweetness Sue R. Painter Raise raisins Raisins Grctchcn Montana rancher Work in a pickle factory Book reports Mary S. Get fat Bikini model Everything Tcita Poet Marriage counselor Sympathy |utta Ski-bunny Hausfrau Cheerfulness Susan W. Abolish Mondays Iceland's j oct laureate Talking! r 7od These are our Activities, Channels of our needs, our enthusiasms9 and our talents Hack How: L. Skin, Eleventh Grade Representative; I . Sjsjkc. Treasurer: C. Ferguson, Tenth Grade Representative: M. ('ullen. Tenth Grade President; K. Hcnrick uin. Eleventh tirade President: f. Mair, Treasurer; L. Lack. Secretary; K. PilUbury, Seventh tirade President; L. Witcher, Ninth tirade President; P. Odrndahl. Ninth tirade Representative: R. Bean, Eighth tirade President. Front Row K. .Wooers, Vice President in charge of Publicity-Entertainment: K. Lowry, Vice President in charge of Public Relations; M. Haugen. Vice President in charge of Publications; M. Silverson. Ixaguc President: R. Andrews, Vice President in charge of School Procedure: H. McDonald. Vice President in charge of Athletics; T. VanDuscn. Senior Class President. Our Guiding Mind, The League Council Those who have won the respect And leadership of their classmates. To whom is entrusted the governing of the League, Our student organization To which we all belong — Our league which strives to Secure order and efficiency in our school life Promote unity of aim and purpose Among the student body And uphold our precious honor system — backbone of our school and our lives. Under it we arc granted self-discipline And the power to use or misuse our privilege. And this is the greatest challenge of them all For we must find courage and self-respect To be masters of ourselves. To these ideals Our league Council is dedicated For it must guide and lead us. It considers new rules and changes. Discusses old problems and plans The projects of the League — The sending of several delegates To the State Student Council Convention, A joint discussion with the Summit Student Council An exchange of ideas and facts, A talent show, adding school spirit. And last of all a day in May When foreign exchange students visited us. Bringing some of Northrop into their lives And a little of them into ours. These arc the activities of our League Council — The mind that guides us. Senior Committee Hack How: 11. Whitman. S. Wright, Ci. Kerkhof, M. Cullen. K. Hcnrickson. J. Vcrccn. N. Knoblauch, M. Bean. Front Row: B. Luce. R. Andrews, VICK PRESIDENT IN CHARGE OF SCHOOL PRO-CEDURE: Lilia Andrews, Secretary; 'I'. Van Dusen. Miss Nottbohm. a lvisor. Our Right Hand of Justice, The School Procedure Committees Robin and her committee check the Tardy Hall list. Junior (loin in it tee Hack How: C. Jen ness. C. Johnson, B. Smulkn, K. Strom me, I . West. I). Brown. Front How: R. Bean. K. Ryerwm. K. Carnev. L. Witcher. President; M. Bellows, K. Pillsbury. Miss Blodgett, advisor. Those who interpret and enforce The rules of our honor system. Who make concrete Our rights and duties. Who strive to keep Our school strong. The Senior Committee — Guardians of our League Study Hall (hcrscers of the Saturday morning tardy and penalty hall Regulators of the Crosby Room privilege Linemen of the Junior High recess penally hall I nterpreters of numerous rules Adopters or discardcrs of ideas Makers of revolutionary changes ... The Junior Committee — Seeking to guide the Junior High To understanding of the honor system, Devisors of library rules Chapel rules, study hall rules. This year new joint meetings Of both committees — Recommendations, interrogations These arc the girls pledged To uphold and preserve Our honor system through honesty. Understanding, and justice. BucJ( Row: M. McCabe, P. Cash, M. Albrecht. M.ur, |. Moke, |. Clough. S. Evans. S. Hayes. Middle Row: M. Pock, A. Case, L. Platt. K. Lowry, VICE-PRESIDENT IN CHARGE OF PUBLIC RELATIONS; J. Campbell, G. Scull. J. Milium, i'ront Row: K. Lipschultz. J. Mecch, L. Stein. I). Campbell. N. Mnf. fct. S. Heller, Miss Chambers, advisor. Our Open Heart, The Public Relations Committee Style show at the bazaar. An outstretched arm of charity, of hope For those less fortunate than we. Ciirls. who to the jingle of dimes and dollars. Busily collected Always . . . with others' welfare in mind: Drives — the Community Chest. Red Cross, March of Dimes, Support for a needy high school student. Thanksgiving food for settlement houses. The gala Bazaar — Noise, treats, laughter, fun, Welcome toys for others at Christmas time. Delegates to the Junior Red Cross. Volunteer work in a hospital; Food sales, more drives — Save the Children, Care, Hospital Fund . . . On and on, selfless, giving. This is our Public Relations Committee. Fish pond at the bazaar. C73] Thanksgiving food. Bock Ron. M. McCray, W. O'Connor. M. Andcrvm. M. Wright, I . Savage. Middle Row: M. Pohl, M. Barrow . C. Ferguson. T. Andrea . |. Schmidt. N. Lock. H. Reid. Front Row: M. DcHavcn. J. Onan. B. Borman; M. Haugen. VICK PRESIDENT IN CHARGE OF PUBLICATIONS; (X launon, |. Argctsingcr. K. M •Linder. LsMiiae Andrew , S. Baker. Mr . Pact . advisor. Our Unchained Muse, The Publications Committee Taller Staff Hack Row: I. � ui c Andrew . S. Wheeler, B. Borman. M. DcHavcn. |. Argctsingcr. K. Molandcr. Seated: |. Onan. M. Haugen. C. Laymon. Those from whose pens Musi words How freely And ideas mingle (living substance, meat. For here arc entrusted Our school publications — Outlets of our thoughts Our hearts And our souls . . . The Ta tier This volume Which we have boldly lived And breathed For a year past. It was always an exciting challenge — The challenge of escaping chaos. The challenge of myriad details. The challenge of keeping one's head And self control When one wanted to (Jiggle oneself to hysteria nd scream one’s way to Press. C743 The challenge of blank paper Waiting to be crowded With scribbles Then words and meanings. The challenge of versatility For of us it asked Many talents . . . And it asked Money To which demand (chin-up. bravely) We presented skits Sold Buzz Books Ran the ad contest — Wild muddle of wails Pleas And trudging from door to door In quest of ads. Precious money . . . The challenge of unearthing Sparkling new ideas — Brainstorming Shouts Then ideas gradually smoothed Into a workable, pliable mass. And the hallowed emerging Of something there. Crystalline, lucid. The challenge of deadlines Bearing down — terse words Counting lines . . . And now As the Taller is before you We face the final challenge. Northrop Notes Staff M. Barrows, M. Wright, C. Roycc. f. Schmidt. I lerc also fits our newspaper The notable Northrop Notes For the first time staffed by Juniors (Gaining new experience, big surprise) Journalists Collectors of school news Features, editorials. Gossip and cartoons . . . And most of all Alumnae news. Our Northrop Notes. Skits: Men on the street suggest bringing ads. Elderly ladies remember Toiler problem . L. Ciajrc. E. lUr«luml, M. Levitt. N. Mi lore, I’. Chisholm, I). Bar tel. J. von BuchhoItJt, A. Kim. B. Ilj rn: K. Moners. VICE PR]SIDEN1 is CHARGl OP PUBLICITY - ENTERTAINMENT: P. Blum, L. Caswell. S. Bradford, L. ljck, P. Win slow, A. Bri K . At Piano: C. Rover. Mrs. Howell, adviv r. Our Joyful Soul, The Publicity-Entertainment Committee K.itie ami her date at the League dance Our news-diggers, our Hollywood, Our receptionists, and our clerks . . . Those who bring us into the limelight Who bring us fun, gay laughter. And what could be more important than these: Low, throbbing music To the mood of Lady Luck A dance with a swish and a swirl. Cheerful Christmas decorations. And new projects, courtesies — A receptionist always in the lower hall Ushers at concerts, plays, and teas. The traditional League Dance — Blue paper notes plastered on the wall Blue strains and rasping rhythms Music, dancing going on . . . Always the committee that wears a halo. Bright circle of joy, relief — blessed entertainment! Couple chat informally around the fire. Z761 Senior Committee Back. How: Sumc NVilkic. M. N'oll, A. Stcphcnv� n. H. Diet . J. Stenson: II. McDonald . VICE PRESIDENT IN CHARGE OF ATHLETICS. Middle How: H. Raskerville. S. Nash. Sally Wilkie. Front How: M. Head. I. Dorn. L. Osborne, S. Robertson, S. Raker. Mrs. faintgaard. advisor. Our Playful Spirits, The Athletics Committees Bang! crash! pow! All young athletes Front and center For we’re talking about you — The committees With the zip and spark! The Senior Committee’s New letter sweaters For anyone who is able to make Two varsity teams a year (And of course the Improvement Awards, for those who are trying). Other prizes too. galore! And then . . . Ah — the food sales At varsity games. Blue and white pom-poms (For everyone at Northrop Is a Blue or White. You know) The rollicking playdays With Summit and U. High New faces, new fun . . . And the Junior Committee, Wow! A mother-daughter volleyball game. And cheerleaders From grades seven and eight Bringing pep and enthusiasm To varsity games. Oh. just where would we be Without the Athletic Committees1 Junior Commiltro Sixth How: |. Elintch. Nina Knoblauch, K. Ask-sen. S. Rogers. K. F«ircstrr. Filth How: K. Keith. K. Brooks, L. West. P. Hacking. N. Cash. Fourth How M. Gibson. M. Turner. P. Andrews. L. Alexander. M. RarKitsis. Third Hot : B. Markle. |. Dairy triple. |. lohnson. L Rogers, A. Dear. Second How: L Bagiev. G. Dorn. President: L. Aldrich. C Miller. I). Das ant. Fint How: M. Robbins. C. Cornelius. |. Thorpe. B. Clifford. H. Crosby. Mrs. |amtgaard. adviwr. [77] Whitt Varsity Field Hookey Hucl( Row: S. Baker, Captain; I.. Lack. S. Rogers, S. Nash. M. Noll. A. Dyar. Middle Row: Nina Knoblauch, M. DcHaven, R. Andrews, H. McDonald. Front Row: J. Mccch, N. Moore. S. Heller, Nancy Knoblauch. Fall Was Field Hockey Time . . . From the first resonant clash Of sticks Under the warm, glowing sun To the last thrilling goal When bold jean-clad souls Faced wind, chilled to the bone. The game’s seasonal history (Accompanied by statistics Concerning the bruising of shins) Recorded the Juniors Class tournament winners And the Whites — By a score of two to one The varsity champions. Junior Clatt Field Hockey Team Bat Rom : G. Krrkhof, N. Moore. I . Savage. K. Hcnrikvin. A. Stephenson. Middle Rom: |. Mithun. I). Camplicll, N. Moffett, S. Heller, Nancy Knoblauch. Front Row: J. Mccch. H. Ratkcrvillc. J. Stemon, captain: J. Mair. Blur Var?ilv Vollev Ball Back Ron : M. Pohl, N. Lcck, L. Warner, J. Flinsch, K. Henrik ton. Front Row: P. Chisholm. I.illa Andrews: M. Head, captain; A. Rizer. L. 0 l «� me. Then We Moved Indoors to Volleyball . . . And a seven-foot net Bright, white balls, soon nearly jet Black, sailing through the air — Sometimes with a seeming calm Often with the driving force Of a falling bomb. And from the looks on several faces As a hall came hurtling near Confused might the subjects be ()f the preceding metaphor. The seniors were volleyball experts. Class tournament winners, ot course. And the Blues took the varsity title By nineteen to eighteen — the score. Senior Claa� Vollev Ball Baik Row: I.illa Andrew . S. Rohertwm. M. Held, A. Riwr, L. CXborne. Bottom Row: M. DcHaven, captain; H. McDonald. R. Andrew . B. Luce, S. Baker. 0 ft C 0 Blue Varsity Basketball Bact; Row: |. Mithun, K. Hcnrikvin. L Warner, N. Leek. M. Pahl, K. Brook . Front Row: L. Osborne. Lilia Andrews, M. Head, captain: A. Riser, II. Raskervillc. And Basketball Became Our Game . . . With an accent on the tall (iirls who were able To make a ball Into the rim of a basket Swiftly but accurately fall. And there were others. As good if not better. Who let their small size By no means keep them fettered To not racing and shooting Successfully, amazing Dozens of onlooking eyes. Blues twenty. Whites fifteen, excitement And rage, so ended the varsity game. Seniors took the class championship Adding yet more to their fame. Senior Class Basketball Hjet: Row: S. Kinnard. C. Lay-mo n, Lilia Andrew . S. Robert-vm, M. Head. A. Rizcr, L. 0� -borne. Front Ron : M. Dcllavcn. II. McDonald. R. Andrew : B. Luce, captain; S. Baker. Field Hockey Teams 9th GRADE 10th GRADE 12th GRADE BLUE VARSITY K. Brooks T. Andreas Lilia Andrews Lilia Andrews J. Crabtree P. Blum R. Andrew’s K. Brooks D. Davant S. Bradford S. Baker D. Campbell A. Dyar I . Cash B. Borman P. Chisholm J. Flinsch P. Chisholm M. DcHavcn |. Dorn C. Forster |. Clough |. Dorn M. Head, capt. C. Jeness C. Ferguson B. Hazen K. Henrikson K. Keith L. Lack M. Head |. Mithun Nina Knoblauch, capt. S. Nash C. Laymon L. Osborne C. {.arson M. Noll, capt. H. McDonald M. Pohl L. Rappaport, capt. W. O’Conner L. Osborne A. Rizcr W. Raudcnbush M. Pohl A. Rizcr, capt. P. Savage S. Rogers |. Vereen. capt. S. Robertson M. Silverson L. Syvcrton B. Whitman S. Wilkie P. Winslow M. 5 il verson I. Stcnson Susie Wilkie V oile yba 11 T ea ms 9th GRADE 10th GRADE 11th GRADE WHITE VARSITY V. Brooks E. Bcrglund S. Evans R. Andrews A. Dyar P. Chisholtn S. Heller S. Baker, capt. E. Elwcll L. Lack Nancy Knoblauch M. DcHavcn |. Flinsch S. Nash N. Lcck, capt. S. Evans C. Forster M. Noll, capt. J. Mair L. Lack K. Keith M. Pohl |. Mecch H. McDonald Nina Knoblauch |. Vereen N. Moore ). Mecch W. Raudcnbush Susie Wilkie P. Savage N. Moore S. Roecrs, capt. P. Winslow J. Stcnson S. Nash L. Warner B. Whitman A. Stephenson M. Noll L. Witcher S. Rogers Basketball Teams 9th GRADE 10th GRADE llth GRADE WHITE VARSITY K. Brooks S. Bradford H. Baskcrvillc, capt. R. Andrews |. Crabtree P. Cash S. Heller S. Baker, capt. A. Dyar C. Ferguson K. Henrikson M. DcHavcn C. jenness L. Lack (� . Kcrkhof Ci. Kcrkhof Nina Knoblauch S. Nash Nancy Knoblauch Nina Knoblauch C. Larson M. Noll N. Ixck B. Luce W. Raudcnbush M. Pohl |. Mair H. McDonald S. Rogers I. Vereen J. Mecch J. Mecch L. Warner, capt. B. Whitman, capt. |. Mithun S. Nash A. Willcox Sally Wilkie N. Moore M. Noll L. Witcher Susie Wilkie P. Savage A. Stephenson S. Robertson S. Rogers L. Witcher Senior Choir Ruck Row: (i. Scidl. M. Albrecht, M. Cullen. R. Andrews, K. Henrikson. S’. Leek. la uisc Andrews. K. Lowrv, J. Mair. I I. McDonald. IL Borman. M. Haugen. |. Argetsingcr. M. Wright, P. Cash. II. Luce. M. DeHaven. Middle Row: K. Molandcr. H. F.1U worth. II. Diet . C. Ferguson, S. Wright, J. Onan. S. Hayes. I.ilia Andrews, |. Campbell, L. Platt. I). Bartel. J. Schmidt. T. Van Dusen. These Are the Music-Makers, the Choirs . . . And this was their music — The melodious rise and fall of voices Following the interchanging patterns Of mingled tones. This is the place where we sang out our souls Where we stomped in rage At the prospect of after-school rehearsals. Sometimes the sounds we made Were harsh and dissonant Punctuated hy the chatter of altos in the last row. And sometimes (when it really mattered) We sang as though we were angels. This is the place where our voices lifted On Veterans' Day Junior Choir Back Row B. Miller, L. Syverton, C. Larson. N. Cash. T. McCannd. M. Barbatsis, l . Dvar. M. F.ugrc, L. Witcher. H. Coodman. M. Bellows. M. Baur. M. Bennett. A. Hunter. K. Pillsbury, S. Smullcn, L. F.lwcll, C. Forster; W. Raudcnbusch, president; Nina |. Hoke. A. Strj� hcnv,n. |. Verern. Front How; M. McCabe. J. Mccch. N. Morten. Nancy Knoblauch: I.. KU.rnc. President; |. Mithun. M. Head. L. Caswell. K. Lipachultz. B. Whitman. A. Ri cr. C. Laymon, S. Heller. J. Stcnv.n. S. Robertson. S. Nash. M. Si I verson. To the poetic strains Of I Hear America Singing,” And the Festival of Carols” (liven at the Christinas Program Which we also presented At the Delta Kappa Gamma House. The music of spring was varied and gay For joined hy the Junior Choir We sang the songs of our day And those of long past — Music of four monograms; Music from Out of This World' Music as a color Songs with the names of girls And from Broadway, U.S.A. We arc the singers Who laughed and who sang Whose hearts poured forth And whose music rang. Knoblauch. Front AW: P. Haugen. P. Andrew , S. Sweati, C. Onan. M. Hawkinton. M. Wilkinson. N. Snbtad. E. Henderson. S. Worthing. R. Bean. K. Rycrv.n, M. Kgcrmaycr. P. Ortenrtahl. A. I ar. C. R. rrv, M. (iibv.n. I . Cook. h. Siegel. I)rumu Cluli Hack Row: S. Have . J. Mair. K. Henrikson. L. Stein. M. DeHaven, R. Andrews, B. Luce. Hoke. J. Vereen. Mecch. M. Pohl. K. Lipschultz; J. ArjprtsmKcr, President. Middle Row: T. Andreas. B. Borman. J. Onan. M. Haugen. Front Row: C. Laymon, M. Sil-verson, Linda Osborne. thsent: S. Kinnard. Presenting . . . the Drama Chib Bright lights The greasy smell of make-up. Rustling of long petticoats. The nervous backstage twitter. Deathlike silence. Then the creak of curtains And the show is on . . . Introducing your sons-in-law. Madam.' PRIDE AND PREJUDICE Mr. Bennett Mrs. Bennett )anc ....... Kli .abeth Mary Catherine . . Lydia ...... Mr. Collins Mr. Binglcy Mins Bindley Mr. Darev Lady Catherine Dc Lady Lucas Charlotte ..... Mr. Wickham Hill............... James MacRostie _____ Jill Hoke Joan Argetsinger Suzanne Hayes Marcy Haugen Karen Lipschultz Terry Andreas John Stollcr Bill Wilkinson .... Julie Mecch Lowell I.undccn Bourgh Molly DeHaven Linda Osborne . ... Judy Onan Beniamin Troxcll Kay Bertram 1 1 Director, Llcanor MacRostie; Assistant Director, Robin Andrews; Stage Manager, Carolyn Laymon For this is our Drama Club, The Helen Hayes's of tomorrow. We who have acted (a little) And learned And have yet much more to know. This was our play — Pride and Prejudice: A laughable comedy. Playful characters, long skirts And the old-fashioned ma md. It was the story of a family called Bennett — An ambitious, flighty mother Absolutely determined to marry off five daughters. There was a gentle daughter—lane An independent one—Lizzy A bookish one—Mary A fretful daughter—Kitty And a flirtatious child—Lydia; A level-headed father A few too cocky neighbors A pompous young parson Dashing soldiers More young men of promise Several complications, laughter, tears . . . Five wedding rings, and a proudly beaming mother. We hammered and we sewed We stitched and we rehearsed Mrs. MacRostic and Robin pleaded, explained. Then finally our time had vanished March, the eighth and ninth were here. We were set on our own And a thousand eyes seemed focused on us — Actors, yet as clay puppets Talking and moving on strings. But there was applause And our show went swirling gloriously away Into the world of fantasy, leaving a faint, thrilling taste Of theatre in watering mouths .. . Crew kit at the Strike party. Z 1 Hack. Row: B. 11j n M. Haugen. J. Argetringer, S. Baker. G. Scitil. J. n n Buchh lt . H. Luce. M. OcHavcn. H. Read. Middle Row: M Silvcrmn, |. Campbell, L. Plan. K. Molandcr, T. Van Dusen. Louise Andrews, H. McDonald. B. Borman. R. Andrew . Front Row: M. Head. A. Ri .cr. L. Otbnrnc. S. Kinnard. S. R � bcrt on. C. Laymon. S. Wheeler. |. Onan. Lilia Andrew . Mi Gray, advisor. Our World Affairs Club . . . Scene at a World tfair Club meeting [86] Experts on the world of today. Curious, prying minds Who want to be brought up to date Know all, perceive all. (Lofty goals, yes. Hut fun roads. Exciting roads. To their fulfillment.) The club's informal Sunday evening meetings — Brief panel introductions Followed by discussion Argument Debate . . . The advantages of French German, Russian And American education — Good?, bad?, mediocre? . . . The uses of atomic radiation Peacetime Missiles Dangers . . . The moral and social implications Of euthanasia Capital punishment . . . Minds probing Outside of classes Into an ever changing world, An exciting world The world affairs . . . The Indispensable Library Committee Buck Bow: N. Moore. J. Clough, S. Evans, I. Vcreen. J. Mair, S. Bradford. M. Pohl. Third Row: S. Wright, S. Hayes. J. Schmidt. I). Bartel. N. Moffett. W. O’Connor. Second Row: K. Li| Schultz, |. Mccch. L. Gage. |. Mithun. I). Campbell, G. Scull. M. DeHaven. Front Row: M. McCray. M. Bean, Sally Wilkie. R. Reid. II. Raskervillc. A. Ri-zcr. S. Robertson. Groups who give their time and energy To a special world of hooks. Those of the Library Committee Miss Cole’s invaluable assistants Who, working industriously. Shelve, rearrange, and file books. Take inventory, charge, and mend — Efficient, capable helpers. And for us. a better library. The Secondhand Bookstore — Money for the Juniors! But books, old books, dingy books. And bills, checks, drudgerv. Yet . . . well . . . It’s quite worth their while. And the Second-Hand Bookstore N. Moffett. N. Knoblauch, S. Evans. G. Kerkhof. M. Wright. 71 Haik Row: Flinu'h. president; B. Miller, C. Earvin, K. Brooks, C. Hinder, L. Syverton, V. Brooks. S. Rogers. Middle Row: E. Elwcll. P. i lacking. I.. McCarthy, J. Buchvtcin. A. liun-ter. M. Faegre, L. Rj| | j|x� rt. Front Row: L. Andrus, C. Cornelius, P. Vandenburg, I). Havant, A. Wakefield, A. Wallin . M. Hawkin-v� n. Mrs. Bringen. advisor. These Are the Typists of the Junior High . . . Who peeked madly day by day To the rhythm of sharp-clicking keys Striving to learn And trying to be sure Of the locale of as and of ’s. Next Comes the Junior Providing an impressive list t )f reporters anti editors some day to be Or poets or authors of history, litis year they had several meetings At one of which they wrote They met for quite regular lessons. Mrs. Bringen there guiding them on. And we arc quite sure By the end of the year In a minute they’ll type forty one — Words (of course). High Literary Club . . And later read to each other Interesting childhood anecdotes. At the formulating of this write-up To print an outstanding “Nutshell Seemed to l e their latest intention But that only time will tell. Haiti tow: C. Rogers. C. Walker, K Stromme. T. West, |. Buchstcin. L. Aid rich. Front row: R. Bean. E. Siegel. N Solvud, K. Rrycnoft, R- Dnscoll. |. Nad ler. M. Faegre. Absent: I). Havant. Presi dent. Mrv. Turngren. ad iv r. T. Van Dutcn, L CWw rnc, K. M nnr . This is the Senior High Typing Class Much like the Junior of course Where Senior High maids Whether frail or staid Expertly pound with great force. ! Icrc they arc given lessons And arc learning to increase their speed While working at their own rate According to each social need. Of these we expect even more Than of the Junior High, for They are much older And ought to be holder — We expect them to type up a storm. Here is a Studio Art Class . . . Only one of many now held An activity open to everyone Who likes to draw or to mold Clay or paint Pictures with beautiful tints Of color. Here we may sketch And do what we like, Gain fun and practice While learning the right Way to do things — All improving our art. Louise Andrew . M. Haugen. T. Van Ouvrn, Mrs. Magoffin. A. Wakefield. Dear Marcy, The purpose of this note is to tell you a bit about my summer in Japan on the American Field Scrsicc exchange student program. I spent a month with the Matsuda family in a town called Nishinomiya; and by recounting one small incident, I hope to give you an idea of my stay there. I particularly remember the evening that my brother, Munetaka, asked me to accompany him on a walk around the neighborhood. As we left our house, the sun was just going down; and the heat anil noise of the day had disappeared. We scuffed along the dirt road in our wooden clogs past tile-roofed houses, and turning a bend, came upon three mirror-like reservoirs skirted by crooked pines, and in the background, a siring of low mountains. Munetaka gave me enough time to take in the beauty Indore us and then motioned me to follow him across the road and up some winding, broken steps. They seemingly led into a jungle of trees; but at the top of the hill they were joined by a narrow path which took us into a large clearing, hollowing a row of stone lanterns, we came upon an old Shinto shrine guarded by two huge, stone dogs. In his broken Knglish, Munetaka carefully explained each symbol on the building and concluded by clapping his hands and saying a short prayer in the attitude of a Shinto worshipper. I think that he showed me that quiet, mystic spot to give me a clearer understanding of Japan, her past, present, and future. At the end of a summer filled with many such incidents, I had gained rich experience and great understanding from living with the Japanese people. Yours sincerely, Katk Lowry Dear Marcy, It is difficult to sum up a summer in England under the Experiment in International Living in a few words. So rather than try, I shall tell you a few of the things I remember most strongly. First, of course, there were learning situations. For instance, what happened the time I was bringing home some peas for lunch and forgot, in crossing the street, that cars drive on the left in England nearly proved fatal as I dashed across and was narrowly missed by two honking cars. In my dash I lost half the peas. This incident warned me against absent-mindedness. but not, alas, very effectively. Although I tried not to act like a tourist, I sometimes slipped and did. The elderly vicar of our church was shocked to the core one night when he discovered me prowling around the church graveyard. As it was fast growing dark, my explanation that I was merely looking for the tombstone with the oldest date seemed a bit weak — to say the least. Besides learning about situations there were sights that arc still very clear to me, such as old beech trees and Tudor houses. 1 could go on forever about sights, but it would be pointless, as you really have to see them for yourselves to get the atmosphere. I loved my summer in England. [‘'OH Anne Case These are the black and white expressions Of our many-colored minds, A Northrop Anthology . . . With an Accent on Prose First Prise, Senior llitfli School Prose HOPELESSNESS Judy On an, XII Mac leaned against a lamp post and looked at the grey ness of the city. It was a cold evening, the kind that made him feel as if there were ice behind his eyes. The dust and soot from the factories had settled on the new snow, like face powder on the mirrored top of a dressing table. The bright light from the Christmas decorations fell on the snow, and was absorbed into it. This was not a Christmas of bright reflection, hut one of mufllcd coldness. Mac placed more of his weight on the |H)st, trying to disappear inside of it. People walked by, not rich people, but happy people who had bought their gifts on the installment plan. He had once been like that. Christmas had been a happy lime then. His wife had been busy with preparation, and his son had smiled with expectation. Death and war had taken his family. Mac pretended he had a champagne glass in his hand, turning it slowly with his fingers. Christmas was the only time he could associate liquor with happiness. After the death of his wife and son, Mac had turned to liquor for comfort, and, as often happens, it had ruined his life. His stomach became a tight knot as he remembered the day he lost his job. No one wanted to hire a man of fifty, who had lost his decidability because of liquor. Eventually, he had come to this part of the city, the slums, as some people say, to live ofT the charities to which he had once contributed. ‘‘Ya goin down t'the mission, Mac?” A thin, poorly dressed man of fifty leaned against the other side of the post. He spoke through a ring of grey bristles. Mac nodded. He and his friend turned the corner, and walked slowly through an alley filled with garbage cans. Mac looked through the window of the kitchen of a restaurant. A fat, greasy cook was licking cake batter from a wooden spoon. Mac felt silent pangs of hunger. The mission was a plain, grey building. On it were taped a picture of Jesus in the manger, and white cards, on which were written passages from the Bible. Mac and his companion walked in, and went to the end of the line. Mac could sec his meal for the day, a clear, weak chicken broth. He thought of roast chicken. His thoughts were broken bv the conversation between the two men in front of him. “1 hear they’re gonna tear this part of town down.” “What for? “Housin' places for us bums. Mac Icxjked at them with wide eyes. He put his hands in his pockets. They were empty. Mac felt warm as he left the mission. He had left alone because the other men were busy with a discussion of the usual thing, money. Mac disliked those conversations. They brought his muffled feeling of defeat into the bright light for everyone to sec. He walked slowly through the alley. The cook in the restaurant was washing dishes in a sink fillet! with grey, greasy water. The colored lights greeted him as he entered the street. The bars were opening, and men with their hands pushed deep into their pockets were standing motionless on the street. Mac passed by the men without hx king at them. He tried to Irxik as if he were on his way to an important meeting. Winter wore on, and slowly small yellow signs with large black lettering appeared on all of the buildings in the neighborhood. The lettering said, “Condemned”. Men came to survey the district, men dressed in brown jackets with fur collars. They carried lunch boxes filled with sandwiches and coffee. Cigarettes were hanging from their lips, and were held with warm fingers, and were stepped on with thickly soled shoes. Mac watched them come and go, and laugh, and look at each other through small transits mounted on trip xls. Then they stopped coming. Mac stood on the street and saw no brown jackets carrying lunch boxes. Mac's pulse quickened. He thought that the government must have run out of money, or a bridge had colla[ scd somewhere and the men had forgotten about the slums. Mac took a deep breath. He turned and walked quickly up the street, and looked around the corner. The men were not there. He walked hack down the street. Then he walked up again. They had gone. The following two weeks were happy ones for Mac. He spent all his time talking to the other men. He laughed, and whistled at girls, and slept soundly. Then the machines came. They ripped apart the buildings, and growled with satisfaction. The men that came with the machines laughed, and z n smoked, and heckled the spectators. One by one, the grey stone buildings changed to black skeletons and finally to grey dust. Mac watched them with horror. The yellow machines moved on and on, eating the city like a hungry dog would cat a bag of spilled popcorn. At the corner of the block, a small man swiftly pounded a sign into the ground. The sign said, “Site of Grandview Housing Development. Rooms one dollar per week. Mac looked at the machines. They were gnawing at the foundation of the mission. He looked at the sign again. He pushed the one remaining button on his coat through its buttonhole, and he walked away, disappearing in the cloud of dust made by the machines. Second I’rizp. Senior High School I rose NORTHROP SENIORS DISCUSS WORLD PROBLEMS Judy On an, XII “You kids, we’ve got to slop gossiping! This whole senior weekend has consisted of gossip.” “What other topic of conversation would you suggest, pray? “Let’s discuss the Suez problem. “Arc you insane? The only parts of the paper I read arc the funnies and the society page. I guess Syria and Israel arc going to have a war absolutely any second. “Oh, neat! “Hasn’t the United States signed some sort of thing saying that we’ll help the country that's attacked? “Oh, divine! Russia will undoubtedly help the country we’re not.” “Russia couldn't possibly sign a paper saying they’d help whatever country we didn't. That would be so crude. “I)o you realize that if a man from Israel happened to bump into a man from Syria, we could have a complete world war?” “Isn’t that the stupidest thing you’ve ever heard ? How could we l c so dumb as to sign a treaty like that? “That would mean that about half the people in the world would Ik killed because of two countries about the size of a Ilea. Wouldn’t that be awful? There wouldn’t be a man or bov left in America.” “I’d die. “So would I. I’d lose complete interest in the outside world.” “We'd probably have to go work in a factory or something.” “Not me. I’d break a fingernail.” “I broke one today. I’m positively livid.” “We’d Ik safe on this island wouldn't we? ”1 suppose so. We’re miles from civilization.” “And the ferry would Ik bombed, and we’d die of starvation. “What a horrible death! “You’ll have to admit we’d Ik thin. We could live on leaves and grass. “It would be better than Northrop lunches. “You kids. I’m just dead. I guess I’ll depart. “Our cabin is like sleeping in an igloo. “I’ve absolutely got to go to bed. Goodnight, all. Sleep tight and all that stuff. “Good-night. Sec you at the crack of dawn. Honorable Mention, Senior llifih Schottl ! rose HOME PORT Rr.BF.CCA Hazen. XII My room has lots of yellow in it because I love the sunshine. I love my little cubicle in the spring when the breezes, foretelling the ease of summer, rustle the curtains and blow on my face, in the summer because it is cool, in the fall because it is beautiful, and in the winter because it is “homey. The desk blotter, the curtains woven into a curlicue pattern, the bedspread, and the roses on the wallpaper are of saffron hues. There is a brass lamp. There is some green, because I like deep pine forests. The rug and vanity skirts are this w.hkIsv color. The triangular desk in the corner and the bookcase which matches it arc of smooth, finegrained oak wood, while the bureau is maple, and a very unusual cabinet is mahogany, I think. This particular cabinet was once a record player, with space for storing many, many records. Now it is crammed with paper, envelopes, stationary, notebooks. and other things which teen-agers manage to collect and refuse to throw out. The top is covered with things which arc used often enough to warrant their not being put away. Then, there is a very out-of-place blue cardboard filing cabinet with an orange crate of books, college catalogues, and magazines on top ot it. The closet shelves arc also loaded to capacity with cameras, hats, pictures, more notebooks, and thousands of other things. There is no room to walk on the closet floor. The bookcase, I think, is my favorite piece of furniture, but this fact is true only when it is filled to overflowing with textbooks, dictionaries, reference lvx)ks, library books, annuals, snapshot albums, nature books, college texts, stamp collections, and more notebooks. On one wall is a four foot square bulletin board covered with clippings over a year old, pennants, sayings and proverbs, programs, signs, milk-weed pods, two corsages from last year, and a branch of balsam from Madeleine Island. Horse pictures of all kinds cover another wall, while the remaining two are dedicated to the hanging of glass-fronted shelves which house an extensive shell collection. My room is actually very small. There is only, at the present, two feet of wall space which does not have anything in front of or on it. Everything is almost in reach from the middle of the room. There is just enough room on the floor to lie out flat on my back without having a collision with something. My room always smells of bjoks, erasers, wood, grass, powder, perfume, dust, dirt, and rugs. The radio is always emitting some kind of music or another, and I can always hear the rumble of passing cars. Everything in my room is smooth and familiar; its limed oak door closes me in a haven of secrecy from brothers and from unpleasant words. This exit opens to new hopes, days, and experiences. All plans and schemes arc completed at my desk with its creaky chair. All day-dreaming is done while gazing out of the windows of this room, all tears are allowed to fall, all moments of mental anguish are endured, all life is decided in this sanctuary. My room is my castle. Its four walls arc dear and the scene which can be seen from the windows is loved. Sometimes 1 gaze out to sec birds who ignore my observation, feeding on the lawn not more than ten feet away. Little children run by on their various missions, cars go to their destinations, dogs journey 1 know not where. The passing of life is observed and the stones of the future arc laid here. PROFILE OF MY MOTHER Marcy Haugen, XII My mother is one of the most cheerful, good-natured people I know, except on Sunday mornings. After rousing my ten-year old sister, taking her to church early for choir, and then returning home to prepare the rest of us in hats, gloves, and proper shoes by ten o’clock, she feels she is a failure for her family does not cooperate. Because we arc no help to her she performs an almost impossible feat in getting us to church. The remainder of the week, however, she thoroughly enjoys living. Piling a numlxrr of children into her car for an afternoon at the art institute, symphony, ballet, or educational movie simply delights her. She sings constantly. Sometimes she accompanies herself on the piano, but most of the time she sings for the love of it. No matter what she is doing or how she feels, she is always humming a tunc and occasionally practicing a skating exercise (much to the enjoyment of my friends). Her ability to organize and find things never ceases to amaze me. Whatever she docs seems to run smoothly. I often ask her for a lxx k; and although she is not sure we even own it, she manages to turn up with it almost immediately. Everyone from her Brownie troupe to the crippled jnroplc with whom she works loves mother’s smile and g x l humor. Whenever I see “mommie” with our rotund dog at her heels, I smile and realize I am the luckiest girl in the world. Honorable Mention, Junior High Schot l Prose Nickie Cash, VII It’s really amazing what a difference a year can make, not only in one's self but also in one’s school life. This fall I entered the Upper School as a seventh grader. 1 must admit it was quite confusing the first few weeks Ixrcausc it was so entirely different. For the first thing our classes were changed. Instead of having only a few classes and two teachers, we had many classes and teachers. In the second place, even my friends had grown in one direction or another. Personally I, myself, had grown six feet, it seemed, and yet some, I thought, had shrunk. One day we went to the Crosby Room where we were told we would meet our Big Sisters. When they read off my senior’s name I had never heard of her before in my life. In fact I didn't even know she was on the face of the earth. When 1 looked at all the seniors, they looked so grown up and sophisticated and far, far away. Now 1 feel honestly that this senior sister busi- C933 ness can either make or break you. At least it can make you very happy or, 1 suppose, very lost. Whichever way you arc, naturally affects everything you do. So it is important — terribly important— which senior gets which seventh grader. My two main interests, for instance, are sports and people with a sense of humor. So imagine how horrible it would have been if I had got a book worm or a serious soul. It might have made some of my teachers happier because I certainly wouldn't be laughing so much. Maybe I do laugh but only because 1 consider myself the luckiest seventh grader at Northrop. My senior and I like practically the same things and she is making my first year in the upper sch(H l something I'll never forget. To me, she’s tops. liomtrahle Mention, Junior High School Prose TALE OF A TRAPPER Anne Wakefield, VIII Ycssircc, said old Jake as he pulled his chair closer to the old iron stove. “This man. Stoke was his name, was the greatest trapper who ever lived, ycssircc.” “Yep, I’ve heard a score of talcs about that man,” said Tom. “He sure was smart.” The two seasoned old trapjxrrs refilled their pipes and settled down for a long chat in a snow-bound cabin somewhere in the great forests of Canada. The object of their chat, for the moment, was the semi-legendary Stoke, the trapper's Paul Bunyan. “Ycssircc, I've heard tell that Stoke never used a trap. He had a nose like a grizzly bear. Why I heard once he was half old Canadian Black Bear and was raised by a mountain lion. Ycssircc. That man’s nose could lead him to a mink five miles away. He could outrun any old deer and was craftier than a lynx.” Now 'l orn was a pretty good story teller, and that tale of Jake’s got up his yarnspinning blood. OfT he went. “Why that’s nothing. Wait till you’ve seen old Stoke catch a muskrat. Why he’d lift up the poor animal’s house, skin the family, and pack them all nice and proper in the hollow muskrat house. This way he’d fill a couple of houses clear to the brim with skins, tie them together and roll them right through the forest to the trading post. “Well, now,” said Tom, propping his feet up on the table, “Jest hold on till you’ve seen good C.F.F. Stoke, or Chief Fire-Fighter Stoke in action, ycssircc. Why, I tell you, the minute he smelled a fire he took off toward it like a lightning bolt. When the snow got deep and it was a little hard to run, he tunneled—‘lernt that from the best tun’lin squirrel in ol Canada,’ he always said. He’d chop a fire path right around the fire to keep it from spreading. Yep, he could chop a whole road without using an axe. only his fist. That’s not all. Then he’d weave a basket a half a mile across. One swish into the roaring river and the basket was full. One splash and the forest fire was doused. This here system of his always left a temjxjrarv lake for the fish he scooped up to live in.” Just then, unfortunately, the fire in the old iron stove sputtered out, as if in disgust at their yarns. So Jake and Tom temporarily had to break up the “chat to chop some more w x d. First Prize, Loner School Prose HORACE THE FRIENDLY GHOST Jean Anderson, VI “Horace was a happy ghost. He lived with his father and mother in a big old house with lots of creaking stairs and windows that rattled. It was just right for ghosts. Of course people lived there too — a whole family of people — but they all got along very well together. The ghosts didn’t mind the noise the people made in the daytime and the people didn’t mind the noise the ghosts made at night. There was only one trouble. Horace! Horace wasn’t like other ghosts because he was very well — very, very tame, you might call it. By tame I mean, oh, Horace wouldn’t scare people. In fact. Horace was afraid of people. To tell the truth Horace loved the habits of people. One thing a ghost should never do! What we call the daily routine was a pleasure to Horace — washing his face. He couldn’t do this very well because when he tried the water would keep slipping through his fingers. You see Horace was a very flimsy ghost. But the main problem was that Horace didn’t even try to frighten people. Gardenia, his mother, talked and talked to him about the life of a ghost. But Horace just couldn’t understand why ghosts should scare people. Today was the first day it snowed. Now. Horace Z l had never seen snow before and this experience was quite frightening to him. The first thing he did was run to his father. “Father! Father! What is this white stuff coming down?” he cried. His father put down the evening paper, looking quite discouraged, and said, “Horace, this is snow and I told your Aunt Tulip last time she was here, that you would he scaring people right out of their ribbons by the first snow — and here all you do is jump on beds and break light bulbs. It's no good, Horace,” said his father picking up the newspaper again. Horace went away quite bewildered, saying. “I’ll try. Daddy, I’ll try.” And try he did! Everything from boos to youhoos, hut they didn't seem to work. So Horace went up into the attic and brought down a few family relics, like some old chains his grandfather ghost left his mother when he passed away, an old moaner and some other things. Well, he brought them into his room and started shaking, rattling, and rolling the whole thing. It had worked! Horace heard screams, cries, and everything else. He was pleased with himself, because he had fulfilled father’s promise to Aunt Tulip that he would scare people by the first snow. Sec€tnil ’rise, Lower School Prate FELLOW SPACETRAVELER Trudy Turnquist, VI Once on a lonesome Halloween night an old man named Hugh was sitting all alone by his fire that kept him warm only if he hugged it close. He was listening to the wind that howled outside; “Whooooo. Wh KKKK .” and as he listened it seemed to him that the wind began calling, Huuugh, Huuugh! Suddenly he heard something else. It was tapping on the door. Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! Hugh got up and went to the squeaking door. A frightened ghost was standing on the doorstep. “Come in, come in, Hugh said. For Hugh wasn’t afraid in the least, he believed in ghosts just like he believed in humans. (Hut to tell the truth he didn’t really believe in human beings.) Well, I was Hying around minding my own business when a beep, beep, beeping thing almost ran right into me!” said the ghost, “and since you're the wisest person and the only person I know I thought 1 should ask you! Well, Well, Hugh, greatly puzzled said, scratching his bald head. Suddenly his old wrinkled face shone like a Jack’O'Lantcrn and he was grinning from car to car. “You ghosts aren't the only space-travelers who are up against this prolv Icm of the beep, Ixrcp, Ixxping thing. For you saw a Russian ghost called Sputnik, or in our language. Fellow Traveler. Well, now I know!” said the cheerful ghost as he turned and went to the door, Thank-Hugh,” he said and flew away. Honorable Mention, Lower School Prose CONV ERSATION BETWEEN DICKIE, THE DESK, WHO IS A DEVIL AND CHARLIE, THE CHAIR, WHO IS ALWAYS BEING SAT I PON. Katharine Winston, VI Dickie the Desk said. “Oh. did I get even with Judy Jones. Yesterday she was carving hearts all over my anatomy. Did I get even with her' I put a big splinter in her little finger. How did you ever dare do that?’’ asked Charlie the Chair. “She scares me. When she sits on me 1 just groan and moan.” Dickie replied, “Why don’t you teach her a les- son the way I did? Don't be a sissy. Why don’t you try standing on your front legs?” Fine,” said Charlie, I always wanted to be an acrobat. Here’s your chance, urged Dickie the Desk, “here she comes now.” Kccec-ow! cried Judy Jones, from the floor, “We certainly could stand some new furniture around here! 1 3 And an Accent on Poetry % First Prise, Senior llipli School Poetry MORNING WILL NOT COME AGAIN Susan Wheeler, XII There was a time When morning came And lifted pain. It used to be Sleep washed from me Day’s petty care And set me free. But I am free no more. Now when I wake There is a weight Upon my heart Which all the sunshine of the day Can’t take away — A stinging smart That burns and bites And cuts my spirit like a knife More deep each day. It used to lie That time dulled pain Dimmed memory Like gentle rain Washing away the footprints in the dirt. But this one hurt (irows every day more keen. Each hour more sharp. Each minute bearing harder on my heart. It is a footprint pressed in molten steel — Indelible. SAND AND BOULDERS Susan Wheeler, XII Little pains cry loudly; We yield to them with case. The yielding cannot hurt us With such as light as these. But silently and smilingly We meet great agony. For bending would be dying — It weighs so heavily. Second Prize, Senior High School Poetry THE SEAT RESERVED Mary Pohl, X Yes, Cynic, take the highest seat. Hurl Hope and Faith upon the rocks; See goodness dashed to bitter pieces; Turn Love to ashes on Hatred’s fire. Yes, Cynic, surely take this scat. The world is but a seething mass Of murky sin and callous wrong. Man seeks to kill his fellow man. He treads upon his colored form Like common dirt in citv streets. Yet claims to heed God's holy creed. Which tcachcth love and brotherhood. Yes, Cynic, take the highest scat. Make jealous envy your right hand; Let graying mist slip through your fingers. And subtly smother all. C%3 Honorable Mention, Senior High School Poetry MV SECRET SPOT Teita Van Dusen, XII I cannot come, I cannot come ... I remember my secret spot — High on the sandy, rocky cliff Overlooking the little lake Set against rolling, fertile hills. Each one of a different hue ... To my cliff I would often come at sunset. Confused and tormented by secluded childhood — There to watch the reflections in the clear water. There to watch miniature sheep playing among the shadows. There to watch the slivery rays of the sun Wedging their way among the trees . .. Here I came for refuge in troubled, stricken hours. And to that place I return in the haven of my imagination. It calls to me. Hut I cannot come, I cannot come ... The blossoming trees, the sky-refleeting water. The slow-moving animals, the picturesque farm below. Lovely hills blemished only by fences — Nature, sunlight, God. the wind, memories .. . All these call to me. Hut I cannot come. I DROVE AND I THOUGHT Pamela Hlum, X A lonely night came Climaxing a lonely day. Life seemed to have taken the reins, I felt angry and at bay. To other drivers on the same dark road Whose troubles seemed suddenly nearer I could think of nothing to do — So I took the car and drove, Wanting never to return. Wanting to be a nomad, to rove. Than those of my self-pitying self — Truth seemed to be coming clearer. “Who arc you? ”1 asked this self. Who thinks your worries matter? As my headlights cut into the night On a highway dark and endless My thought wandered from my small world — That seemed so cold and friendless — The answer came — You're a child Not a soulless, empty elf — find a ladder To climb — to reach Him—to try to sec Life and yourself in the same light as He. And so, driving, I began to feel My life was truly a highway Winding ever toward my God And that its end will be in His way. [97] KEY TO NATURE Kay Bertram, XI I remember now, I remember, A cold, drab day . . . I wished to go wood-wandering, Alone, with the trees to treat me tenderly. The rustic regnum dulled my deep depression. I remember walking, then trotting. Then running, then collapsing, And crying like a chagrined child. For an eternity I cried and screamed anti yelled. My sounds were unheard by human cars. But I bawled and wailed like a raging storm. And suddenly .... I stopped. The tempest ceased. Through the droplets I saw 1'hc green of the growing grass, Against the proud pitch | cat. Against the cerulean sky. “God made this! 1 exulted. A rabbit ran across the path. “And that!” A bird chirped his love song . .. “And that! Having found myself momentarily, I returned to humani Slowly and unsurely at tirsi, then with a hurst of certainty Finally in a mad run. I feared not mortals For now I knew how to lose them. Honorable Mention, Junior Hit'll School Poetry ABRAHAM LINCOLN Polly Abraham Lincoln, we all know. Was a great and good man. He was kind, sincere, and loved, By people in our land. He was just a very poor hoy. Who read by candle light. He worked hard at a job. And studied law at night. He was nicknamed “H mesl Abe, A rail splitter was he. He was a great politician. And disliked slavery. Andrews, VII He ran for the legislature, Few times was defeated. Rarely seemed to give up hoj e. When failure was repeated. His famous Gettysburg address. Was praised far and wide. For all the people in the land. Knew these words would abide. In eighteen hundred sixty-one. President he became. Elected for a second term. Because of his great fame. One night to the opera he went, Which Booth attended too. He shot our loved President. And shocked our nation through. First Prise, Lower School Poetry CLOUD NUMBER 7 Trudy Turnquist, VI Once on a cloud all silvery and white, I saw seven elves working through the night. Making new snow flakes to send down to earth. Starting from scratch and ending with birth. One elf named Poggins, a very strong chap. Carried in ice cakes ’til he was tempted to nap. Another named Stanley was following a plan, With ruler and pencil guided with a steady hand. And Moon Winks, his helper, a frolicsome fellow. Was giving directions while playing the cello. We mustn’t forget Frizzle, the elf with the chisel. With goggles and all lie thought he would sizzle. And then Ben who saws the snowflakes in half. If you saw him, you surely would have a good laugh. Sarnie who sends the snowflakes way down, To earth where they fall gently to the ground. Whoops, we almost forgot the leader, Kerrin. Who is the architect on this Cloud Number 7. And now finally our story’s complete, And if by chance you should happen to meet This group of fine elves, the wonderful fellows Who make these snowflakes so soft and so mellow Z t l Second Prize, Lower School Poetry THE OLD HORSE Jean Anderson, VI The old horse stood with his head hanging down, The sun’s warm rays were shaping a crown Around the kind and greying head As he dreamed of the days of his youth that were dead. He saw a young foal, long legged and brisk Roaming the meadows and hills in the mist. Each happy step was watched by his mother Whose kind loving heart could love no other. He remembered the faithful years he gave. The happy years when he was a slave Of a master who was doctor and friend To his faithful companion until the end. Hut those days were over, those years were through. Though their memory lingered as fresh as the dew Now he just stood in the sun’s warm rays And dreamed again of his baby days. Honorable Mention, Lower School Poetry BEAUTIFUL EARTH Louise Wakefield, V How blue are the cobwebs, gainst the pale faded sky, As evening sets in, causes daylight to die. Up creeps the mist from the red tinted ground. Mother earth goes to sleep and all echoes are drowned. Father moon sends out rays of soft silvery light. Then flowers and leaves doze olT for the night. How beautiful, this night, with the moon smiling down, Hut others will come with their scarlet-blue gowns. POOR MR. HALL! Louise Wakefield, V “My wires do ache, My frame is at stake,” The old halls of Northrop did mourn, “They write on my walls. On my fltxirs they bounce balls. Those children, oh how they can scorn! My fl x r’s wearing out, My walls start to pout. I’ve got to do something right My pipes full of rust, I’m covered with dust. I’ve got to do something, but I’ve tried, but in vain, I’ve sheltered from rain. Hut they still do destructive things. Stop writing on walls. Stop bouncing those balls. Then happiness, to me you’ll bring!’’ [99: Tonina FW C wHU My N h Sue Cij ■ « «- — a,� - andcr, Marilyn Curtice, List Graham. Barb Class of 1957 Trustee’s Award — Katie Lundholm Nellie .Atwater Friendliness Award — Jane McCaull Wellesley College Award tor Excellence in English—Florence Dalrymplc Wells College Award tor Senior Honors — Florence Dalrymplc RadclitTc College Award tor Excellence in Science — Mary Hill Smith College Award for Excellence in French — Mary Smith Vassar College Award for Excellence in Social Studies — Marcia Swanson Marcia Brooks Florri Dalrymplc CUM LAUOE Sue Gilmore Katie Lundholm Barb Moore C 1003 Mary Smith Marcia Swanson This letter addressed to Mrs. Stanley K. Platt and her daughter. Louise, after they had left for Europe was written by Terumo Hori. the American Foreign Student from fa pan, who lived in the Platt home the year of 1956-1957, which she spent at Northrop. It is presented here just as it teas written the day after Commencement of ‘57. Terumo was unable to be present for the graduation picture. June 7th, 1957 Dear Mom and Others, Today is the day! And everything is ended with my little blue tustlc. Well. I'll tell you everything I have done after you have left. On Wednesday morning, I was quite happy. I could bear even when I had to get off the train and farcwclled. ’Hus Trip’ was rather tiresome, from St. Paul. It took more than two hours to get back home. As soon as I got home, I went to sleep and never woke up untill I had to go to the Sweets for dinner. We had good time with them. It is very nice of them to have invited us right after you had left. It helped me lot. But I felt so vain in my mind. I wished to cry but I could not. lust something itched somewhere in my heart. And I had no courage or no energy to do anything. So I just sat my messy room doing nothing. Daddy thought its just because I was tired and drove me to bed. Next day was the Ixaguc Day. Katie, Mary, Louise and I went to school together as the last time. Many students got scholastic award. I did not cx| cci anything for me (which is rather sad—) so, when Miss (Jray called my name suddenly I was very amazed. Can you guess what? One of my composisions got second prose for Tatlcr.—‘‘The Museum of Natural I listry. And . . . more . . . When Katie I.undholm stood up and told us about what they did during the year, she a non need about giving me a present from Northrop League. And I went up the stair. And Katie gave me a box (beautifully wrapped), saying Don’t open this box because I forgot to bring the bracelet.” After the celemony all the student went out and Judy Anderson gave a speech. When we sang The Ivy Song, I almost cried. I hid my face back of Pcggys shoulders and wiped my face. After we sang the song. Kandic handed the tic to Tcita and everybody followed her. I am leaving my red tie to Ixniise with my best wish. I am sure that next year they’ll have nice class. The most impressive thing is our Taller. It is really good year book. You'll have loads of fun when you read it throgh. In the afternoon, I tried to clean up my room. Hut the result was to mess up my room so that I had to sleep in Vincent’s room. I don't think I can live through without your help. This morning I found myself too late to have picture taken with Seniors wearing gowns. I forgot the time and everything about it. Hut Mrs. Ruin took a picture of Mary Hill and me standing in front of our School. Well, the commencement started exactly at 11:00. Sophomores and Juniors looked very pretty with white dresses and also white gloves. Music started. Everybody stopped breathing. First, Juniors, making arch with flower sticks . . . and Randic, Katie . . . and I! walking down the auditorium. Dr. Pennynton’s speech was very good. That is general opinion. Mary Smith got a award for French, Flori for English, Mary Hill for Science and Math. Jane McCaul is the most popular student. Katie got a trusteeship. Everybody was handed her diploma from Miss (Jray. That has pretty grayish-blue cover. When she gave me the diploma, she gave me very sweet compliment which made me tearful. I felt very strange in the dress. I felt like a bride. I coul'd not believe that it was the graduation. And still. I don't. Mrs. Ruin gave me a purse as a graduation present. Helen gave me a charm, (a graduation cap.) Oh, thank you so much for your wonderful presents. I like them very much. By the way, . . . I hope you have all your baggage with you. Anyway I did not cry today. Hut I was very happy by the way of thinking that this was just the beginning and we had lots of things in the future. Mary Smith’s luncheon was very nice. Teachers seemed rather relaxed by drinking Martini. I came back home about 6:00. Thinking of my messy room. I get hcadach. I'll never be able to go to Peggy’s house I am afraid. Good-night. Teko C 101 J So Ends Our Year and a Portion of Our Youth Suddenly, in a hurst of voices, it is done, And there is only silence, unbroken, serene. And memories rippling in the summer sun. Green of ivy, red of brick, blue of sky. White of the apple blossoms on the hockey field. Orange of the sumac on the hill. Yellow of sun and the first bold dandelions — These were the brilliant colors of our world. Books dropping, feet running, showers splashing, Tinkle of jacks, clear voices of children at play. Toll of cathedral bells in the still afternoon — These the remembered sounds of our everyday. Now the School is silent; The shouting and singing and talking have faded away, The footsteps have passed, the voices of children at play Have died, but there remain Flickering over our minds In a mystical pattern of light and dark and shade Memories — nostalgic, humdrum, biting. We see it all again as in a dream. We sec fall, Shimmering in golden splendor, We sec the whirling rtight of flame-colored leaves, We remember . . . We see winter, the day of the Wonderful Snow, 'Hie surge of excitement as we were released from school. We see spring. Spreading green anti golden newness everywhere. And the ivy budded, and the grass turned green, And we sat outside and tanned ourselves, and the air Was like a silver fountain spilling heaven. Sun-splashed, warm and crystal-clear. We remember many things, But we must turn our eyes now to the future. And gaze into the tangled mass of days to come. 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ESTABLISHED IN 1885 Compliments of EDITH'S COUNTRY SHOP Wayzata, Minnesota From the SUMMIT FLAME STAFF to the NORTHROP TATLER BOARD If you have seen it in your favorite magazine, at a friend's, or only dreamed about it; you are almost certain to find it at The Pink Pony Gift Shop Miracle Mile Shopping Center Walnut 6-1110 Next Door To Your Drugstore WAYZATA PHARMACY Incorporated Canine Beauty Shop Ruth and Amos Moseman The Old Drug Store Ciin Your Minnetonka Neighbor MEYER BROS. DAIRY Wayzata, Minn. SHAVER HARDWARE By the Waters of Minnetonka 523 East Lake St. • GReenwood 3-6789 Wayzata, Minn. My beSr-friend ATWOOD’S COFFEE Over a million cups served daily tSalnghs Nicollet Avenue New Fashions Arriving Daily for WOMEN—MISSES—JUNIORS COATS—SUITS—DRESSES ACCESSORIES Compliments LEVOY STUDIOS 1013 Nicollet INTERIORS OF DISTINCTION Cl 22 J Top Row: Big Brother is watching you! Please, Miss Chambers! Middle Row: And then I said, “Look Here Miss Gray! Hoiloni Roir: Holly, put the food on the table. [123 3 Don't gargle your soup. On the rocks. Compliments of COMMUNITY CREDIT CO. MINNEAPOLIS ST. PAUL AND SUBURBAN OFFICES Carole Ferguson buys her OLDE MAINE TROTTERS at Napiers 831 Nicollet Avenue Because there is nothing better for fashionable comfort and long wear C 24 3 BUILDING FOR THE FUTURE Our new 28-story banking home and office building, to be completed in 1960, symbolizes the dynamic era that lies ahead for the Upper Midwest —and our dedication to the realization of that future. FIRST NATIONAL BANK OF MINNEAPOLIS Momhor ftditat Dopoot Ouuronc Corporation Best Wishes to my friends in the Class of 1963 PIPER, JAFFRAY Minnea polis Wrought Washer Co. AND HOPWOOD GIBSON STUDIOS Graduation Portraits our Specialty 1026 Nicollet FEderal 3-1308 Biem Investment Co. ASLESENS 509-511 Washington Avenue So. Minneapolis, Minnesota Midland Bank Building Everything Needed to Prepare, FEderal 2-5879 Serve and Enjoy Good Food in Restaurants, Hotels, Schools, Hospitals and Industrial Cafeterias • GENERAL ADHESIVE Quality and Service Since 1879 PRODUCTS COMPANY FOOD SERVICE EQUIPMENT AND SUPPLIES—INSTITUTIONAL Insulation and Industrial Adhesives PACK GROCERIES, INCLUDING ALL FROZEN FOODS CI26D Plastic Containers for the Packaging Industries NEATWAY PRODUCTS 2845 Harriet Avenue South Minneapolis, Minnesota M. W. Mettler Groceries THE BUCKHORN 1940 Hennepin Long Lake, Minnesota FR. 7-0992 Minnetonka Flower Shop The House of Beauty Minnetonka's finer Serving Lake Minnetonka Area Beauty Salon Ceil Tremblay, Owner Phone: GREENWOOD 3-8481 GReenwood 3-7171 1107 E. Wayzata Blvd. C 127 3 Top Row: Pahdon IiP ole me. Spit out your gum. Ohhh ... Johnny. Middle Row: And she's only in seventh grade Anyone for seconds? A cookie jar? Bottom Row: Vestal Virgins. “Too Pooped to Pop. C128 3 ARCHIE D. WALKER, JR. IMPORTED MOTORS SALES • SERVICE • PARTS 4317 Excelsior Blvd. • Minneapolis 16, Minn. C 129 3 Brookside Drug Store Store of Friendly Service 6001 Excelsior Blvd. St. Louis Park, Minnesota LOUISE Wayzata's Favorite Shop For Women Open Every Week Until 9:00 p.m. BALMORAL APTS. 1005 Portland A Nice Place to Live R. O. MORDEN, Owner MAZY'S 92 South 11 th Street FEderal 3-0481 Distinctive Linens for All Occasions Bridal Trousseaux Eleanor Beard's Lovely Handquilted Things RUTH HERRICK WAYZATA, MINNESOTA Lagoon Fruit Store Dealers in Choice Fruits and Vegetables TAYLOR 3-6284-5-6 2900 HENNEPIN AVENUE FRanklin 7-0020 • FRanklin 7-0021 Kenwood Grocery, Inc. 2115 WEST 21st FANCY GROCERIES Everyday Delivery Choice Meats • Quality Produce JACOBSEN DRUGS KNOWN FOR GOOD FOOD Prescriptions NICOLLET AT 11TH Elio] Courtesy of THORPE BROS., INC The Northwest's Leading Realtors for Over 70 Years Main Office Town and Country Southdale FE. 3-2133 WA. 7-8761 WA. 6-2791 marsh Mclennan, inc. 1515 Northwestern Bank Bldg. Fe. 6-5371 [131] A Shop for the Discriminating We Specialize in Handsome and unusual gifts for all occasions. Rare antiques, porcelain, silver and crystal. Exquisite decorative accessories. Smart furniture for garden, patio, or porch. %mti %dmwt 739 E. Lake St., Wayzata GReenwood 3-8603 Compliments of THE WINTER COMPANY Jewelers in Minneapolis since 1876 2204 HENNEPIN AVENUE Audrian's Hairstyling Styling, Permanent Waving and Tinting 444 KRESGE BUILDING 7th at NICOLLET FEDERAL 3-0591 Fashion Wise Wide selection for every age • Optical and for every budget. prescriptions From the pantry to the parlor interpreted Individually Selected at with WALBOM'S WALBOM'S extreme 5324 Excelsior Blvd. Crystol Shopping Center St. Louis Park, Minn. Crystal, Minn. BENSON'S HERB MILLER ► Ground Floor Medical Arts Building ► Fourth Floor Medical Arts Building COMPANY ► Also 1610A West Lake Street Cli2D Top Row: N.C.S. finishing School for Girls. Wine, woman, and song. One, two, three, four, side dose. Middle Row: They’ve come for the cookies. Down with Blake Boys! Bottom Row: The Origin of the Species. I don’t care what High office you hold in this school! Best Wishes to the Class of '58 From the Class of '59 C130 Domestic and Imported Yarns and A fine line of Buttons Scotch, Shetland and Tweeds Skirt and Sweater Sets Instructions Free Margots Knit Shop WAYZATA, MINNESOTA Mel Getten's STANDARD SERVICE Your Atlas Tire Headquarters 507 E. LAKE STREET • WAYZATA Wayzata Electric Co. (Lew L. Stemmer) ELECTRICAL CONTRACTING and MERCHANDISING Hotpoint Sales and Service Best Wishes to THE SENIOR CLASS EDWARD PETERSON Florist 2757 Emerson Ave. So. TAylor 5-4411 Compliments of Northland Milk and Ice Cream Co. C 135 3 Congratulations SENIORS THE RIDGWAY CONSTRUCTION COMPANY Charles W. Sexton Co. BERRY COMPANY Your DeSoto-Plymouth Dealer INSURANCE and BONDS Since 1884 McKnight Bldg. • FEderal 2-3501 BETTINA SHAKESPEARE May Brothers Company Women's Apparel Wholesale Grocers 3929 W. 50th Street WA. 2-3517 Edina (Minneapolis) 24), Minnesota MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA C 136 □ With a flash that lasts just 1 2000 of a second, this Honeywell-Heiland Electronic Flash Unit will “freeze” a boxer’s knockout punch or a frisky child at play. Made to fit almost every 35mm camera, it operates on either photoflash batteries or an ordinary AC household outlet. A product of Honeywell’s Heiland division, which supplies photographic flash equipment to 5 out of 6 major U. S. newspapers, it is another example of the engineering skill invested in all Honeywell products. i: 137 a Top Row: Moocrs, I told you to clean out your locker. Turncoat Bottom Rote: Sophistication We’re ofT to Japan! ‘‘Oh, How Lovely is the Evening” [HKD Congratulations! Brellenthin Chevrolet Co. For All Your Drug Needs Minneapolis, Minnesota Griffen Pharmacy Co. Phone: WALNUT 6-1697 MINNETONKA SUNNYSIDE ROAD AND FRANCE BOAT WORKS, INC. MINNEAPOLIS Wayzata, Minnesota THE EDINA THEATRE Kalman Company, Inc. INVESTMENT SECURITIES McKnight Building Where Good Friends Meet Minneapolis NEW RAINBOW CAFE LAKE HENNEPIN AVE. MINNEAPOLIS, MINN. C 130] R R ASSOCIATES 2212 Newton Avenue South She hath done what she could in forty minutes VICTOR'S-Fr. 4-3849 Complete Freezer Food Service Buy for Your Home Freezer in Quantity Pay Only Wholesale Prices! Finest Quality — Real Economy 2541 Hennepin Avenue Minneapolis 8, Minnesota REMEMBER—The firms that advertise in Compliments Wayzata Furniture Decorating the Northrop Tatler are the very best. Studio Wayzata, Minnesota Chet and Shirley Cruikshank C1403 Compliments CARGILL, INC 200 GRAIN EXCHANGE FE 8-8511 cun CONGRATULATIONS and BEST WISHES to the class of 1958 INTERNATIONAL MILLING COMPANY Millers of Robin Hood Flour C H2 3 Top Row: Faster than the speed of light. Writing can be so dull. Middle Row: It happened last weekend. I’m forever blowing bubbles. At the Kwiky. And then he tickled me. Bottom Row: Floating crap game. CH3] CONNOLLY VAN AND STORAGE CO. Minneapolis—St. Paul Agents for Bekins Van Lines Co. Nationwide Moving Compliments of FANKHANEL-ELLSWORTH PROPERTIES 1205 HAWTHORNE AVENUE FEderal 2-1881 518 JEWELERS EXCHANGE BUILDING FEderal 2-2050 [m] Printers of the This TATLER notes the 38th and final rewarding semester for 1958 TATLER my three daughters Si) Hail and Farewell BOB De HAVEN THE LUND PRESS, INC FOURTH ST. AT PARK AVE. Federal 8-0691 Leigh, Inc. Compliments of PHOTOGRAPHIC SUPPLIES SPRAY BRITE 123 South Seventh Street Minneapolis 2, Minnesota CHS} MINNEAPOLIS' NEW CHOICE FOR FINE PHOTOGRAPHY CH«D This Page is Dedicated to Our Kind Friends CN7D finis CH 3