Northrop Collegiate School - Tatler Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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TO REMY I I live, says the star to the morning You die; for it is my time, says lightest cool flutter of bluest breeze blows living to hiding sends leaving to lover lends darkness to friend (but I'll come again) II fine splendid and grand the sun seems to whisper tickles the skin quickens the eye; fine, dream loves sleeping waking loves windows sun veiled in beige lace dapples the lovers quickens the livers warms the fingers startles the eye. splendid III 0 it’s spring an awakening a re-shapening now the joyous mud doth fly now blankets wander from sleep's time sugar birds chant — wings FLY from crazy earth to simple sky and lions offer a simple solution to numbers; eat them Miranda George 11 A Sight To Behold One evening. I sat on our dock dangling my feet in the cool, fresh water. The glassy calm lake was occasionally disrupted by a series of small waves caused when a boat went humming by. The sun was setting and the sky was a sight to behold! That day. the sky had been a bright, clear blue with soft and fluffy clouds scattered here and there. Now it was gloriously streaked with yellow, orange, and red and speckled with a loud pink. Slowly, the big golden ball slid over tne horizon and only bright colors remained. Gradually, these became faded and disappeared too. THE CITY the streets of the city as i walk at night are full of lights and noise and people and pollution, the fields of the country as i ride at night are full of starlight and moonlight and peace and nature and little animals and fresh air. Jenny Jones 8 Christy Polk 9

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A SUMMER S DREAM Light, like fleeting glances Seen from a train window ... Moves along the fields and valleys Alive, and yet forsaken — By all of life with its steel eyes And hardened arteries. A flower upon a hill is trampled And dies a most mournful death Devoid of color. And black is the color Of sunlight creeping under The train station door like A dog. trying to steal some meat From a butcher. And rain falling on the sand Drowns out the screams and mingles. With the gentle lapping of the sea. The train is faraway. Trees dripping with the wet Shield the song. Wet sand through hot toes And miles on end of skipping In and out of sun and damp. Doors open to a soggy wanderer Breezes of wondrous odors and the Smell of a fire, lost within a room. Feel the warm To sink in chairs of Comfortable overstuffedness. Along with rugs of quiet excitement And hot tea. Soothing the moan of the wind Outside. Pamela Hughes 11 REDUCE(D)! The words. Reduced. Final Clearance. in a resort-wear department evoke visions of a functional, yet becoming, bathing suit that can be inexpensively added to my summer wardrobe. In late summer, the larger establishments pepper these areas with tables covered by whatever did not sell during the season. Swim suits possess a special attraction for my bar-gain-hungry eyes. I usually find either the petite sizes or the larger, economy versions. The latter sizes are overruled simply because I'm not that fat. yet. The smaller sizes present more of a challenge. There is the possibility, though very slight, that the manufacturer's sizing may have changed, or. by a remote chance, that I may have shed a few inches here and there. As I continue to paw through the mounds of clothing. I contemplate finally acquiring a bikini, but this thought is banished. No one would know where my waist left off and my hips began. One should never attract attention to one's obesity through bold designs. Having chosen a few two-pieces, modest enough to pass my initial scrutiny. I then proceed to the fitting rooms, my anticipation only slightly diminished. Before the fitting room mirror. I am seized by the thought that I may have committed an unpardonable crime: gained weight, or. in other words: added inches to my already ample frame. My mind and my appetite commence fighting. The merit of my culinary achievements suddenly appears dubious in light of my heavier legs. Is that potbelly necessary to ward off frostbite? Think along new lines, or rather, a new profile. ' Eat less. is relayed to my appestat. which replies. Affirmative, but how? Many feasible plans are formulated.With resolutions in mind. I vacate the fitting rooms and the store, sans bathing suit. Better luck next time! Candace Dow 11 I. the clam. they disturbed me. and I bared my shell. I hide myself no one knows the real me. inside my shell. Let them worry themselves. on my hard outside. I'll not show them my weakness. my inner self. Anonymous 28

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sevens seventh grade is newness bursting through the halls Clockwise from bottom right Shedd Loeltler. deLaittre. Baker Webb. Schork. Brown. Weiser. Lucck. Hirshfietd. Klein. McKenna. Groves. Doyle Hughes Atwater. Bendickson. Eggers. Whiteman. M Leslie, Krogness. Melzer. Gregory. Nordhpg. deVries. Searies. Ritz. Aby, Peterson. MacMillan Siegel. Absent: L. Leslie. Tanaka. spinning, yelling, whispering in color bugging the Seniors laughing, eating, teasing in frenzy studying non-studying learning always-learning o how you explode you firecrackers! f i rrn