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THE TATLER

1926



The 1926 Tatler



FOREWORD

School days are joy days; days filled with the pleasures of friendships and the gladness of intimacy, with the satisfaction of work well done and the pride in having done it for one's school. And we at Northrop School have been blessed with such days from the time of four entering as kindergarteners, up through grammar school and our subsequent joining of the League; on through these last days when, as high school girls, we took a real part in the activities of school life, and felt ourselves to have each one a share, however small, in the great whole, our Alma Mater. And it is to recollection of these joys and to the memory of our school days that we of the senior class wish to dedicate the 1926 Tatler.



EVELYN MCCUE BAKER President of the Senior Class

"She's as good as she is fair"



MARY BARBER EATON President of the League

"She who feels nobly, acts nobly"



MARGARET LOUISE NEWHALL Editor of 1926 Tatler

"Young and yet so wise"



VIRGINIA JOSEPHINE LEFFINGWELL Vice-President of League

"The soft, bright curl of her hair and lash And the glance of her sparkling eye I saw, and knew she was out for a dash As her steed went prancing by."



BERNICE ALYNE BECHTOL

"Her hair is not more sunny than her heart"



MARY ELIZABETH BRACKETT

"She has a natural wise sincerity and a merry happiness"



ESTHER MABEL DAVIS

"The glass of fashion and the mold of form"



LYDIA MORTIMER FOREST

"She giggles when she's happy, and one might even say That when there is no reason, she giggles anyway"



MARION JOSEPHINE HUME

"For she's a jolly good fellow, Her school mates all declare, She's out for all athletics, There's nothing she won't dare"



ANN WILDER JEWETT

"True worth cannot be concealed"



BEATRICE MYRTICE JOSLIN

"There is mischief in that woman"



MARION HARRIET MCDONALD

"Happy I am, from care I'm free; Why aren't all the rest contented like me?"



JOSEPHINE REINHART

"Nothing is impossible to a willing heart"



MARION JEAN SAVAGE

"The will can do If the soul but dares"



NANCY MORRIS STEVENSON

"A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, to command"



CLASS HISTORY

A shiver ran down my back as the last chords of the Ivy Song were played. It was actually a reality—our dream had come true for we were at last garbed in those precious white robes for which we had been striving for four years. Memories of these years rushed over me. How burdened we were with our importance in being Freshmen; Seniors seemed very old and distant. Suddenly we slipped from cock robins to conscientious Sophomores. By this time rumors were heard of a financial problem that we, as Juniors, must meet. Immediately we began to save all our pennies in order to startle the Faculty and the Seniors of 1925 with a luxurious Junior-Senior ball. So our Sophomore year closed with many peeks into the class treasury.

Dancing, fortune telling, freaks, and so on, came to our rescue in preparation for the J. S. We Juniors, as financiers, staged a Junior carnival—and it was successful.

May the twenty-ninth, in the year of our Lord, one thousand-nine hundred and twenty-five, was the red letter day of our Junior year. Our hopes, not our fears, were realized. Gayly we danced to "Tea for Two" in the green and white decked ballroom (alias the dining room) and promenaded in a garden in Japan, otherwise the roof garden. Sadly—ah, yes—the music hesitated and then ceased—as we unitedly sighed, perhaps with relief, perhaps with weariness. Who knows? Our Herculean task had passed, and our eyes were turned to the magnetic red ties. Honored beyond recognition we were the first to abide in the new Senior room, south-west parallel room 40, on the third floor. June quickly slipped near and we fixed our hopes and ambitions on the now approaching goal, graduation.



THE CLASS PROPHECY

In nineteen hundred and fifty-six The year of our Lord, A. D., I sat me down, and put my specs on, An epistle of length to see. And that you may understand this better, I'll herewith disclose the news of the letter:

"Dear Mike," the writer began, "you know I'm feeling that life is far from slow. As Mary B. Eaton, instructor in war, My military academy's not such a bore; Between drills, and luncheon, and chapel, it seems That this life is not all that it was in my dreams.

"And Nance, instead of teaching the boys how to ride, Prefers to smuggle them food, and candy beside. By the way, did you know that Virge Leffingwell Has given up art and horses as well? She's opened a school, the dear old scamp, To teach all the young ladies the best ways to vamp.

"The other day, as I drove in my hack, I passed a familiar figure in black; 'Twas irresponsible Lydia, our giggler so jolly, Gone into seclusion to atone for past folly. She lives all alone, without any noise, Without any jazz, and without any boys! She told me with horror and pain in her gaze That Bee had turned actress, in movies (not plays) And that very same week was playing down town With R. Valentino in the 'Countess's Frown.'

"I didn't tell Lydia, but I thought 'twould be great To go to Bee's movie and see how she'd rate. So I left Lyd and started, and the first thing I met, Or rather bumped into, was a fair suffragette, Covered with signs 'E. Baker for Mayor'. So many there hardly was room To see our progressive young democrat Hume! Yes, 'twas none other than Marion, our businesslike girl; She's adopted the slogan of 'Death to the curl!' And she's canvassing the city, with a terrible row, To get votes for Ely, who's in politics now.

"And Bernice and Andy, have you heard of their fate? The last thing I know they had each found a mate. One of them's handsome and young, but no money, The other one's rich, but crabby and funny. But each one is happy in marriage, they say; And that's what really counts, say what you may. For Bernice is proud of her good-looking guy, And Andy knows the old man will soon die!

"Did you see in the paper Mary Brackett's new fad? As Sunday School superintendent I'll bet she's not bad. And, Mike, yesterday on some errands, I encountered another of our old friends. I'd hired a cab because I was tired. I thought the driver was reckless and ought to be fired; So I leaned over to express my opinion, you know, And if it wasn't our Esther, the pedestrian's foe!

"Did you know Marion MacDonald is engaged again? That makes five times now, oh, woe to the men! Jean's spoken to her now, a couple of times, Of reforming herself, but do you think Marion minds? Jean's slumming committees have had lots of work, Directed by Joey, who won't let them shirk.

"Well, Mike, how're your orphans, from Johnny to Bill? Are there exactly nine hundred and nine of them still?" And with this, Tony closed, and Ted Henry, Oswald, etcetera, I sent up to bed.

—M. L. N.



ELEVENTH FORM



TOP ROW—Dorothy Sweet, Barbara Bailey, Shirley Woodward, Betty Smith, Mary Louise Griffin

MIDDLE ROW—Polly Sweet, Virginia Little, Louise Gorham, Betty Fowler, Mabel Reeves, Grace Helen Stuart

FRONT ROW—Janet Marrison, Frances Baker, Betty Long, Anne Healy, Charlotte Williams

Jane Thompson



FRIDAY, THE THIRTEENTH

We worked feverishly and hoped that there would be no more disputes concerning the chairs. Some thought the ones from the dining room ought to be used; others thought not. The chairs were brought down and then taken back with much strife along the way. Would anyone want to play bridge? We wondered. Would anyone bring cards to play bridge with? We wondered again. The fact that wax was being applied to the floor caused a good deal of worry, for we were afraid we would fall and break our necks if too much was put on. However, even in that predicament, we were determined to be gracious and smiling. Did everyone know that all the autumn boughs in blue and silver were tied on with red string? We fervently hoped they didn't, for we were in no condition to do anything about it if they did. Thus our thoughts ran as we slammed down tables, tied on table cloths, and practised our Spanish dance in uniforms and low heeled shoes. At five-thirty we went home, thankful that we didn't have to wash the windows and clean up the furnace room.

Much credit must be given to those few guests who realized that the gym was supposed to represent a cabaret. We greatly appreciate their penetration. They perhaps didn't know that fortune-telling and fishing for tin automobiles in the telephone booth were a part of the procedure at a cabaret dance. But if they didn't know these things, they had much to learn, for that's what they did at our party and who were we to spurn their filthy lucre? They also danced and ate heartily of the ice cream and cake we served. Many thought the popcorn balls were a holdup, but they refrained from throwing them at us when we asked ten cents.

An attempt was made at amusement when we gave two dances; one with castanets and tambourines and much swirling and swooping; another with Spanish shawls draped on us. This latter one was more or less of a failure, for we couldn't seem to get into step when we did it a second time. The audience, however, applauded, regardless of the fact, and didn't see that the dance was any worse than it had been the first time. About eleven-thirty it was gently hinted that the time had come for the party to break up. We went on aching feet, hoping that since the party had been a success financially, the guests were not making too many derogatory remarks about it as a social function.

Dawn broke, and blushed to see the sight at Northrop School: packs of cards scattered in fifty-two different places, tables every which way, covers off, cake and popcorn balls scattered liberally on the floor. A few of us came to clean up, and cleaned with many yawns. After a few hours the gym began to take on its natural air of bleakness, and we left it to the tender mercies of Clyde and Mullen, hoping that the Junior-Senior would be a good one.



TENTH FORM



TOP ROW—Dorothy Stevens, Louise Jewett, Ethel Conary, Jean Crocker, Elizabeth Dodge, Kate Velie, Elizabeth Jewett, Jane Bartley, Anna Margaret Thresher

MIDDLE ROW—Dorothy Owens, Nita Weinrebe, Helen Dietz, Jane Davenport, Gloria Congdon, Martha Jean Maughan, Priscilla Brown, Florence Roberts, Eylin Seeley

FRONT ROW—Jane Strong, Mayme Wynne Peppard, Eugenia Bovey, Mary Louise Sudduth, Eleanor de Laittre, Emily Knoblaugh, Elizabeth Pray, Maude Benjamin

Jane Woodward



SOPHOMORE GIRLS' GAZETTE

Seven Shekels in St. Paul Published once in a while

GENERAL NEWS

The other day several members of the Sophomore class visited the studios of the famous Mesdames Dodginsky and DeBartley, where they were told their secret ambitions; and by special permission we have been allowed to print them. It appears that Annah Margaret Thresher would like to swim the English Channel. Jean Crocker longs to be a Professor of Music at Oxford, while Florence Roberts would receive all possible degrees at Columbia. Others seem to desire athletic professions. Helen Dietz would like to be the Football Coach at the "U," Jane Woodward to be the World's Greatest Lightweight Forward, and Kate Velie to be on the Olympic Sprinting Team. Mayme Wynne has a morbid desire to be a designer of Curious Coiffures in Paris.

WEATHER REPORT

By E. B.

The Sophomores suggest a soaking spring if the snow smelts. If it rains sufficiently to suit Miss Svenddahl, they forecast dancing in the Gym. The spring days will be either cloudy, partly cloudy, or clear. It will rain dogs and cats or hail taxicabs, although we may have snow, a tornado, a cyclone, a blizzard, a squall, a typhoon, a tidal wave, or a forest fire.

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Last Friday evening the Sophomore Select Sewing Society met at the home of Miss Jane Bartley. A pleasant time was had by all, making rackets and nightcaps for the poor. Refreshments were served.

BRAIN TICKLER

One of these fleas has been magnified 439 times, the other 4381/2 times. Which was originally the larger? Take 39 seconds in which to do this.

MISCELLANEOUS

Dr. Ailment's Post Box

Question: Dear Doc: What can be done to keep up one's hair when it is not entirely grown out?—A. M. T. B. D. B. I.

Answer: Cut it off, my dears.

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Question: Dear Doc: What can be done for eye-strain caused by drawing maps of the Aegean Sea?—Sophomore Class.

Answer: Don't do 'em. You will flunk anyway.

ADVERTISEMENT

Take my three minute course and learn to study successfully. Astound your teachers in any way. See me about it.—J. Crocker.

Learn the art of putting up your hair in two minutes between bells. Don't be late for your classes. Follow my example. Easy lessons. Apply to B. Dodge.



NINTH FORM



TOP ROW—Jane Robinson, Martha Eurich, Mary Elizabeth Case, Catherine Colwell, Caroline Doerr, Donna McCabe, Nancy Adair Van Slyke, Catherine Moroney

MIDDLE ROW—Edna Louise Smith, Margaret Maroney, Victoria Mercer, Mary Morison, Jean Adair Willard, Virginia Lee Bechtol, Elizabeth Heegaard, Mary Atkinson

FRONT ROW—Alice Tenney, Ann Beckwith, Carol Hoidale, Helen Tuttle, Marion Wood, Beatrice Wells, Mildred O'Brien



GIANT TRANS-ATLANTIC AIR SHIP DOWNED

(Minneapolis Morning Tribune, June 21, 1932)

The giant airship Coolidge was downed last night in a hurricane on the Atlantic. A terrific wind arose, which broke one of the huge wings. The ship dropped abruptly, and though the captain fired distress signals, nothing could possibly have saved the passengers but the timely arrival of the Admiral Sims, a destroyer, captained by Helen Tuttle, and the ship, The Roosevelt, captained by Caroline Doerr. The two crews worked feverishly, and in less than an hour everyone was off the sinking ship. Miss Tuttle and Miss Doerr were the heroines of the hour, keeping their heads and directing their crews with a coolness equal to any man's. Several Minneapolis people were on board. Among them were Miss Carol Hoidale, famous sportswoman, who was going to England to be in the Leicestershire horse show; Miss Marion Wood, accomplished pianist; and Miss Elizabeth Heegard, a well-known actress. Miss Doerr, Miss Tuttle, and these three ladies were classmates at Northrop Collegiate School and graduated in 1929.

FORMER NORTHROP STUDENTS CAPTURING TITLES IN EUROPE

Miss Nancy Van Slyke and Miss Mary Morison are capturing all the tennis titles. Recently at the tournament at Nice the two Americans defeated Mlle. Isabelle Lenglen, daughter of the famous Suzanne, and Mlle. Pavol, winning both sets, 6-3, 6-0. This gives them the world's doubles championship.

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Last night Miss Beatrice Wells was proclaimed world's amateur champion fancy skater at the St. Moritz artificial rink.

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Miss Jane Robinson and Miss Alice Tenny, the young American athletes, are doing well in the Olympics. Miss Robinson has set a new mark for high jumping. Miss Tenny has shattered all previous breaststroke records.

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"Dee," or Donna McCabe, won the Sanford cup yesterday with her Packard straight eight. She lowered her previous record by several minutes. The distinguished monogram on the hood was designed by Mary E. Atkinson.

BACK FROM MARS

Miss Martha Eurich and Miss Margaret Maroney, famous artists, returned today from Mars, where they went to make sketches of an improved type of building that has airplane parking space on the roof. They were sent by Miss Mary E. Case, president of the Animal Rescue League, who contemplates building a new sky-scraper for animals.

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Miss Catherine R. Mount, the well-known New York designer, says trains are coming back. She bases her claims on the present length of skirts.

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"The Same Old Story," written by Miss Anne Beckwith, is a delightful book. The plot is very new and the book is very original. It is pleasantly illustrated by Miss Catherine Colwell, who is so famous for her drawings, and is dedicated in verse by Virginia Lee Bechtol to Miss Cordelia Lockwood.

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Miss Edna Lou Smith will be the soloist for tomorrow's concert, that is if she doesn't disappear in the meantime.

TO MAKE DEBUT

Miss Mildred O'Brian will make her debut tomorrow at a tea given by her mother. Miss O'Brian will wear a corsage bouquet given by her mother, the first part of the afternoon. After that she will wear the corsages given by her admirers, a minute each.

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Judge Victoria Mercer sentences Hard Boiled Egg for life.



EIGHTH FORM



TOP ROW—Muriel Miner, Frances Lee, Betty Stroud, Harriet Kemp, Lorraine Stuart, Alice Wright, Betty Bean

MIDDLE ROW—Betty Strout, Grayce Conary, Mary Elizabeth Ricker, Esther Hazlett, Mary Elizabeth Thrall, Inez Colcord, Edna Nagell, Ruth de Vienne

FRONT ROW—Marian Murray, Marjorie Osgood, Virginia Cook, Eleanor Bellows, Anne Winton, Louise Partridge, Miriam Powell

Mary Eleanor Best, Ruth Alberta Clark, Aileen Stimson



THE EIGHTH FORM PRIMER

Lest the history of our year Through passing time grow dimmer, We've gathered the choicest bits And put them in a primer.

A stands for Athletics, Ambition, and Art, Since they're packed full of Action we're glad to take part.

B is for Bumps, got when sliding at noon; We often see stars and sometimes the moon.

C for Captain ball games, two of which we have won, And we all agree they are jolly good fun.

D is le Duc whose French we found charming, But a sky downstairs we think most alarming.

E is for Eighths. What else could it be? Energetic, ecstatic, emphatic are we.

F is Friar Tuck. In our Robin Hood play He was bluff, fat, and hearty in quite the right way.

G for Graham crackers. They're indeed simple fare, But they keep us from getting too much outside air.

H is the Hill, so covered with sleet That when we come down, we can't stay on our feet.

I stands for Icelandic. Though amusing to hear, We think we'll not speak it each day in the year.

J is for Joking. That is our folly For rather than sad we choose to be jolly.

K for Kicker Sleds. They arrived last December And furnished good sport for every class member.

L is for Luther—Burbank we were told, Who started the Protestant reformation of old.

M is the Mascot that brings us our luck, And we surely need him to combat Sevens' pluck.

N for "Noblesse Oblige," our chosen class aim. Though sometimes we slip, we strive on just the same.

O is Old Girls' Party, to which we escorted The whole seventh grade; a gay time was reported.

P is for Pageant we held Columbus Day, To tell how brave sailors to our land made way.

Q for the Quest the whole class did make When told to make rhymes for our Tatler's sake.

R for Radiators to which we all swarm To dry off our stockings and get our toes warm.

S is for Silver, that coupled with blue Is the symbol to which we shall ever be true.

T is for Tourney 'twixt the White and the Gold. But 'tis fought with balls instead of swords bold.

U is uniform. When that badge we wear We must look to upholding Northrop's standards so fair.

V for Valentine party, which the seventh form had. Favors, verses, and dancing made our hearts glad.

W for Winter Sports. There's no fun more thrilling, Whether skating or sliding or in the snow spilling.

X is unknown, so why trouble with it. We'll leave it alone and not wear out our wit.

Y is for Yells. We give them with vim When sports are on foot in our lower gym.

Z for Zipper boots, our greatest delights. Zip off the last minute and fly up two flights.



SEVENTH FORM



TOP ROW—Katharine Simonton, Barbara Newman, Betty Goldsborough, Marjorie Williams, Louisa Hineline, Betty Miller

MIDDLE ROW—Laura Van Nest, Alice Benjamin, Pauline Brooks, Catherine Wagner, Catherine Piper, Ann Lee

FRONT ROW—Betty Thomson, Elizabeth Junkin, Jane Helm, Virginia Helm, Peggy Gillette, Emily Douglas



SEVENTH FORM EVENTS

SPORTS

Early in the fall the sevenths and eighths had a number of baseball games. Although the sevenths tried very hard, they were always defeated. However, spring is coming, and they may have better luck.

In midwinter when games are indoors, captain ball is the popular sport. The two classes always play two games. In the first one the sevenths were badly beaten, but in the second they came close to victory with a score of 3 to 2.

The winter outdoor fun is on a bumpy, crooked hill back of school used for sliding. Down it goes a continuous stream of sleds, toboggans, and skis. Sometimes an overloaded sled drops a passenger on the way, and sometimes a load lands upside down in a drift, but it's all part of the fun.

PARTIES

At the beginning of school the seventh form were guests of the eighth form at the opening League party. We danced a great deal, and we laughed at the Wild West show and the autoride of by-gone days. Then we climbed to the top floor for refreshments and more laughing.

On the eleventh of February to return the courtesy, we invited the eighths to a valentine party. After decorating our guests with gay caps, we danced for a while. The event of the day, however, was the valentine boxes. There were three fat ones stuffed with valentines for us all. By the time we had exclaimed over them, we were ready to have refreshments. Cheers of appreciation ended the party.

CHAPEL PROGRAMS

This year we have been visited by both a princess and a duke. The princess came from Damascus and gave us an ancient story of her city—the story of Naaman the Leper. The duke, who was from France, showed us pictures of beautiful old French buildings, which he is trying to keep from being destroyed.

Early in March our own class took part in a chapel program by demonstrating some lessons in musical appreciation.

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Piping merrily William the Piper floated down the meadow Brooks seated at the Helm of his boat. Being a New-man in this country he stopped to ask his way of a Miller. The miller directed him across the Lee to a little town called Goldsborough. There he stopped at the inn of the Van Nest. After a good sleep, a shave with his Gillette, and a hearty meal of Thomson's baked beans and Wagner's canned Pease, he was much refreshed.

The next morning he continued his wanderings, but unwittingly he trespassed on the land of a farmer named Hineline, who threatened to take him to the village of Simonton and throw him and his Junk-in jail. Finally he made his peace, but he had to leave his boat behind.

"However, I'm not so unlucky," said he, "for I have stout Douglas shoes to tramp in, and my faithful dog, Benjamin, to bear me company."

JANE HELM AND CATHERINE PIPER.



SIXTH FORM



TOP ROW—Mary Louise Parker, Miriam Lucker, Isabel McLaughlin, Mary Rogers, Betty Short, Janet Bulkley, Jane Fansler

MIDDLE ROW—Rosemarie Gregory, Carolyn Belcher, Sally Louise Bell, Grace Ann Campbell, Barbara Bagley, Ella Sturgis Pillsbury, Marie Jaffrey, Elizabeth Mapes

FRONT ROW—Betty Lou Burrows, Charlotte Driscoll, Gretchen Hauschild, Helen Beckwith, Eleanor Smith, Peggy Thomson

Phyllis Foulstone



FIFTH FORM



TOP ROW—Mary Ann Kelly, Anne Dalrymple, Mary Dodge, Barbara Healy, Harriet Hineline, Anne McGill

MIDDLE ROW—Barbara Anson, Jane Arnold, Mary Thayer, Mary Foster, Marian Carlson, Edith Rizer, Edith McKnight

FRONT ROW—Betty Jane Jewett, Geraldine Hudson, Ione Kuechle, Virginia Baker, Deborah Anson, Louise Walker, Catherine Gilman



FOURTH FORM



TOP ROW—Martha Miller, Martha Bagley, Mary Malcolmson, Patty Greenman

MIDDLE ROW—Susan Wheelock, Patricia Dalrymple, Helen Louise Hayden, Nanette Harrison

FRONT ROW—Mary Partridge, Olivia Carpenter, Katherine Boynton, Anne Morrison, Dolly Conary

Margaret Partridge, Frances Ward



THIRD FORM



TOP ROW—Elizabeth Lucker, Sally Ross Dinsmore, Joan Parker

MIDDLE ROW—Rhoda Belcher, Penelope Paulson, Harriet Helm, Ottilie Tusler

FRONT ROW—Elizabeth Williams, Susan Snyder, Mary Lou Pickett, Anne PerLee

Charlotte Buckley



SECOND FORM



TOP ROW—Mary Anna Nash, Nancy Rogers, Katherine Dain, Blanche Rough, Betty Tuttle

MIDDLE ROW—Betty Lee, Elizabeth Hedback, Elizabeth Ann Eggleston, Ruth Rizer, Jane Loughland, Katharine Rand

FRONT ROW—Janey Lou Harvey, Katherine Warner, Donna Jane Weinrebe, Elizabeth Booraem, Margie Ireys

Barbara Brooks, Helen Jane Eggan



FIRST FORM



TOP ROW—Melissa Lindsey, Dorothea Lindsey

MIDDLE ROW—Mary Ann Fulton, Laura Booraem, Carolyn Cogdell, Peggy Carpenter

FRONT ROW—Bobby Thompson, Martha Pattridge, Betty King, Jane Pillsbury, Calder Bressler

Whitney Burton, Betty June Tupper, Jean Bell



KINDERGARTEN AND JUNIOR PRIMARY



TOP ROW—Jean Clifford, Archie Walker, Jimmie Wyman, Mary Jane Van Campen, Sally Jones, Vincent Carpenter

MIDDLE ROW—Morris Hallowell, Janet Sandy, Ogden Confer, Beatrice Devaney, Ann Carpenter, Frederick Jahn, Barbara Taylor

FRONT ROW—Phyllis Beckwith, Yale Sumley, David Warner, Jamie Doerr, Elizabeth Hobbs, Gloria Hays, Lindley Burton, Frances Mapes, Henry Doerr

Sheldon Brooks, Billy Johns, Betty Webster, Barbara Hill, Patty Rogers, Emmy Lou Lucker, George Pillsbury, Jane Pillsbury



COLLEGE NEWS

Smith College, Northampton, Massachusetts, February 23, 1926.

Dear Janet:

When I received your letter asking me to tell Northrop what her alumnae at Smith have been doing this year, I had a sudden sinking sensation, since I felt that the achievements accomplished by some of us have not been startling. However, upon digging for evidence, I have discovered that Northrop need not feel ashamed of us after all.

Dorothy Wilson sings in the Junior choir, is a member of the Smith College glee club, and of the Oriental club—one which is connected with the Bible department—and has been chosen business manager of the Smith College Handbook—"Freshman Bible"—for the class of 1930.

"Pete" McCarthy, also a Junior, who vehemently claimed that she had nothing to tell me about herself, I discover is fire captain of her house, a member of the French club, and chairman of the spring dance committee.

On Washington's Birthday, at the annual rally day performance, Mary Truesdell and Lorraine Long, dressed as sailors, with the accompaniment of the Mandolin Club, clogged for us in multifarious rhythms, ways, and manners—or however one does clog—to the astonishment of all of us, who never before dreamed that professional talent actually existed in Northampton.

Elizabeth Carpenter is president of her house. As for the rest of us, Lucy Winton, Eleanor Cook, and me, all I can venture to say—and they agree with me—is that, like the proverbial green freshman, we have been plodding along at studies occasionally, and at all other times we have been eating, sleeping, or amusing ourselves to the nth degree.

I can't wait to see the new Tatler to find out what you have been doing this year.

Please give my love to everyone.

Very sincerely, PEG WILLIAMS

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South Hadley, Massachusetts, February 18, 1926.

Dear Margaret Louise:

If I should attempt to tell you everything we are doing here now, I'm afraid that I should go far past the limits of my little column, for our occupations are so multitudinous and varied that there is hardly an end to them.

Right now, notwithstanding the ever present pursuit of the academic, the whole college is having the most glorious time hiking over the countryside on snowshoes, risking its dignity and perhaps its neck in attempting the ski jump on Pageant Field, and "hooking" rides with the small village boys on their bob sleds down the long hill on College Street. South Hadley is such a tiny town, anyway, that it is just like living in the country with lovely mountains all around.

By now Mount Tom and Mount Holyoke are quite like old friends, for most of us had a personal interview with one or the other of them when we hiked one of the ranges last fall on Mountain Day. Mountain Day, by the way, was a red letter day, for the Freshmen particularly. It was one of those gorgeous blue October days when we could hardly stand the thought of having to be inside, and, almost like a gift from Heaven, Miss Woolley unexpectedly announced in morning chapel that she would leave it to the students to vote whether they would have their holiday then, with its incomplete arrangements, or two days later when it was scheduled, with beautifully laid plans but with possible showers. The girls were simply bursting with excitement by that time, and the vote was carried unanimously. Not one class in prospect for that day, but just a chance to start out with a lunch on your back to "parts unknown"—oh, it was wonderful!

Another big part of our college social life here in the fall and spring is college songs and class serenades. During September and October we had one out by the "College Steps" once a week. I shall never forget the first time we gathered under a full moon, about nine o'clock, and our senior song leader started us off by having us sing all the songs we knew about the moon, with the singing of parts much encouraged! Even if the harmony was a little doubtful in spots, taken as a whole the result was "perfectly heavenly"—to one enthusiastic Freshman. Then a few weeks later the Freshmen were called to their windows one evening to hear "Sisters, sisters, we sing to you," and looking down, we saw the whole Junior class assembled underneath the dormitory windows. Then in due time our turn came to "surprise them," but it wasn't, evidently, kept a "deep and dark" secret as we had hoped, for at the end of the first song we were literally showered with candy kisses hurled down from above.

These are just a few of the kinds of things we do outside our academic work; not to mention the picnic breakfasts at "Paradise" in the warm weather, sleigh rides or hikes to Old Hadley, a quaint old town near here, Winter Carnival, or all the excitement that comes with Junior Prom time. Then, you may be sure, the "little sisters" are pressed into service!

What I think, however, makes Mount Holyoke mean what it does to us is something that is almost impossible to describe, but something that is just as real as any phase of our life here—and that is the college atmosphere. It is created, in part, by Miss Woolley's wonderful chapel services, in part by the sheer beauty of the country in which we live, and, lastly, by the fine spirit of the girls themselves, the college community.

Very sincerely, DORIS DOUGLAS, '25.

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To the Editor of the 1926 Tatler:

We who once formed a goodly part of Northrop's illustrious student body, but who now attend Vassar College, send our heartiest and most affectionate greetings, to the pupils, the faculty, the trustees, and Miss Carse!

In the first part of the year, when those of us who are Freshmen were busying ourselves with getting adjusted to our new environment, new studies, and new acquaintances, we had no time to reflect on our past activities. But now that we have become acclimated, we take great joy in remembering our years spent at Northrop, and realize, more and more, all that she did for us. We owe our present life and opportunities to Northrop's splendid teaching and background. The Northrop League gave us a moral background which we shall never lose. Our companionship with each other gave us friendships which can never be lost, even though we may be separated.

Northrop Alumnae who are Sophomores and the five who are holding up the honor of Vassar's class of '26, still feel Northrop's influence very strongly, and are forever singing her praises. They feel that the training in concentration and in well-divided time received at Northrop has proved invaluable throughout their college course.

The large number of us here at Vassar, set aside as "Northrop girls" feel that we have a great responsibility resting on us. We have a standard to live up to, a standard caused by the good name sent out into the world by Northrop. May we live up to that name, may we carry on the standard of Northrop School.

JOSEPHINE CLIFFORD, BETTY GOODELL.



MEMBERS OF LEAGUE COUNCIL FOR 1925-1926

OFFICERS OF THE LEAGUE

MARY EATON President VIRGINIA LEFFINGWELL Vice-President BARBARA BAILEY Treasurer FLORENCE ISABEL ROBERTS Secretary

CHAIRMEN OF STANDING COMMITTEES

MARION HUME Athletics MARGARET LOUISE NEWHALL Publication BEATRICE JOSLIN Entertainment

CLASS PRESIDENTS

EVELYN BAKER Form XII BETTY LONG Form XI MARY LOUISE SUDDUTH Form X HELEN TUTTLE Form IX ELEANOR BELLOWS Form VIII JANE HELM Form VII

ATHLETIC COUNCIL

MARION HUME Chairman JOSEPHINE REINHART Form XII CHARLOTTE WILLIAMS JANET MORISON Form XI BETTY JEWETT JANE WOODWARD Form X VICTORIA MERCER NANCY VAN SLYKE Form IX RUTH DE VIENNE Forms VIII and VII

TATLER BOARD

MARGARET LOUISE NEWHALL Editor JANET MORISON Business Assistant NANCY STEVENSON MARION MCDONALD Form XII VIRGINIA LITTLE Form XI MARTHA JEAN MAUGHAN Form X NANCY VAN SLYKE Form IX ANNE WINTON Form VIII PAULINE BROOKS Form VII

FACULTY ADVISERS

MISS CARSE MISS BAGIER MISS SADLEY MISS FEREBEE MISS MCHUGH MISS BROWN MISS SVENDDAL MISS PEASE MISS LOCKWOOD MRS. ARMSTRONG

THE NORTHROP LEAGUE

It hardly seems necessary in this, the sixth year of the League's existence, to explain its purpose. I think it is sufficient to say that the League is an organization which, under Miss Carse's sympathetic guidance, has come to control the student activities of the high school and the seventh and the eighth grades. It is true, of course, that the League is governed by its officers, but the League itself is what the large body of the girls make it. The pledge, an expression of its standards, seeks to hold each girl to a high sense of honor, loyalty, and self-improvement. This, briefly, is the purpose. As nearer perfection is reached, in the struggle for this goal, the League gains in power. Thus it is that the League is the result of the effort of every member.

MARY EATON.



Report of League Treasurer Given at the Parents' and Teachers' Dinner

Should any girl of Northrop wish to prepare herself for a position that has to do with the handling of money, I should advise her to begin campaigning by lobbying for the office of Treasurer of the Northrop League. However, the reputation of the detailed work of this office is such that there are few who are ever over-anxious to receive it. This was my feeling at first, but now when I realize how much I already know about making out checks, keeping accounts, and the intricacies of banking, I feel it is all worth while. By Commencement I shouldn't be surprised if I could fill the important position of messenger in a bank.

The first thing that comes up at the beginning of each year is the collection of the annual League dues, which are two dollars and fifty cents. A total amount of about three hundred dollars was handed in this year. This is put under the "operating fund," and takes care of all the League expenditures, except those of the Welfare Committee.

There are four departments of student activities drawing from these League dues, athletic, entertainment, and printing and stationery. Also, this year the League voted to back the Tatler board up with one hundred dollars. At the first council meeting of the year a budget is made out for the different committees of the League. This budget is based on the expenditures of that committee for the preceding year. Until nineteen twenty-five, the Welfare work was taken care of by collections running through the year as the various needs arose. This year a new system was adopted, which took care of everything at one time. We foresaw a need of money for the Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Community Funds, for the Near East Relief, and the French Orphans; therefore slips were given to each girl with these different needs listed. She was expected to put an amount after each, which amount she pledged to pay in cash or in deferred payments. So far eight hundred and twelve dollars of the nine hundred and two dollars and thirteen cents pledged has been handed in. This plan is much more systematic, and saves the trouble of conducting so many drives.

All money transactions of classes and committees whether receipts or expenditures go through the hands of the League treasurer. A system of books is maintained. Each class and committee keeps its own accounts. Then the League treasurer has a large cash book in which she also keeps all the receipts and disbursements of the classes and committees. At the end of each month the balances are put in a simplified ledger. It is from this that the monthly and annual reports are made. When a bill is received, it is paid only by the League treasurer after it has been OK'd by the chairman of the committee responsible for it. When money is handed in, a receipt is given to the bearer. At the end of each month the books are balanced and checked with the bank statement. Also the check book is verified with the bank balance.

Although the League treasurer is custodian of the class funds, each class has a treasurer who keeps her own accounts. The classes have their own dues to pay for all their expenditures. At the end of each month, after the class treasurer has balanced her book, it is checked over with the accounts of the League treasurer for that class to see if they agree.

A checking account is kept at the Northwestern National Bank and the savings' account at the Farmers and Mechanics Bank. We have had almost three hundred dollars in the savings account, but two hundred dollars, which is last year's League gift to the school, has just been withdrawn and added to the Chapel Fund.

The duties of a treasurer are not over until she has passed to her successor what she has learned during her treasurership and has changed the accounts to the new girl's name. After this has been done, the retiring treasurer is released and must seek new fields in which to carry on. In case a former Northrop League treasurer ever applies to any of you for a position, just remember the "big" business in which she began her training.

BARBARA BAILEY.



NORTHROP LEAGUE WELFARE BUDGET

NEAR EAST RELIEF 1926 FRENCH ORPHAN COMMUNITY FUND THANKSGIVING FUND CHRISTMAS FUND EMERGENCY FUND

This year, when Community Fund interests brought to our attention the need of school collections, of which the Community Fund is but one, we thought to have a single large drive instead of several small drives.

We called in the expert opinion of one who had long worked in social agencies, and worked out a scheme and a budget for one drive covering all our needs. This plan was presented to the League Council and met with approval.

Sheets containing lists of the various funds for which money was to be collected, were given to the pupils to take home for conference with their parents. If a girl wished to give to any one of the various funds, she was to mark down that amount, also putting down the date of payment (any time until February 1); or else the money might be sent right back with the pledges. In this way we tried to make the idea of voluntary subscription the whole basis of our plan.

The total amount of the entire drive, both pledged and paid, is $902.13, out of which $359.58 was paid in full to the Community Fund. The total of the Thanksgiving Fund was $166.10, out of which $106.23 was paid for Thanksgiving baskets which were filled with good, substantial food, and were delivered by a number of the girls, each group accompanied by an older person, to eighteen needy families. The Christmas fund total reached the sum of $180.70. From this, we gave $75.00 as gifts to the house-staff. The Emergency Fund amounted to $151.25. From this, we gave $36.00 to help support a French orphan for whose care we are responsible.

There is also an unapportioned fund. A number of pledges were returned with only the total amount marked down, none of which was divided among the funds. These amounts were put down under the unapportioned fund. From this sum, we drew $30.00 for the Near East Relief. In addition to all this, we are having a continuous drive for old clothes which we place where most needed.

After the various distributions were made, we found that our book balanced with that of the League treasurer.

Handling a situation of this sort has been an interesting task, and I think that we all have greatly profited by the experience, and believe that it has been a preparation for future service to the Community.

VIRGINIA LEFFINGWELL, Chairman.



CALENDAR FOR 1925-1926

OCTOBER 2—Old Girls' Party for the New. 16—Riding Contest.

NOVEMBER 10—Book Exhibit. 13—Junior Carnival.

DECEMBER 18—Christmas Luncheon. 19—Christmas Play.

FEBRUARY 5—Parents' and Teachers' Dinner. 12—Valentine Party for Grades VII and VIII. Reading by the Princess Rahme Haider.

MARCH 8—Lecture by the Duc de Trevise. 19—Northrop Entertains Summit. 25—Athletic Banquet. 26—Lecture by Dr. Cora Best.

MAY 20 and 21—Junior Field Day. 27 and 28—Senior Field Day.

JUNE 4—The Junior-Senior Dance. 7—Senior Chapel. Alumnae Luncheon. Class Day. 8—Commencement.



The Junior-Senior Dance, 1925

On Friday morning, May 29, 1925, each Junior awoke with the entire responsibility of the Junior-Senior dance on her shoulders. Ten o'clock found some of the class in an effort to carry out the green and white color scheme, robbing the neighbors' bridal wreath hedges of all their glory. Returning to school they wound the blossoming sprays in and out of a white lattice work, which a few of their industrious class mates had made to cover the radiators in the dining room. They then hung green and white balloons in clusters from the side lights. While this was being done, others were converting nice-looking automobiles into furniture vans. The furniture was arranged on the roof garden, over which Japanese lanterns were hung.

Having finished these tasks, we had by no means completed our work. The supper tables next occupied our attention. These we arranged in the side hall. Centering each was a miniature white May pole wound with green and white streamers. The appearance was festive indeed.

After the lapse of a few hours the weary Juniors returned to welcome their guests, the Seniors.... As the clock struck twelve, the music ceased, the building resumed its former tranquility, and the happy guests filed home.

EVELYN BAKER AND POLLY DAUNT.



We Entertain Summit School

Every year Northrop and Summit schools come together at one place or the other for an informal party. This year, it being our pleasure to entertain the Summit girls, we looked forward to the occasion as one of our most enjoyable events.

We departed from the usual form of entertainment in presenting the French play "Le Voyage de Monsieur Perrichon." Although probably not every one in the audience understood all the speeches, the play went off well, for the plot is such that it is easily comprehended through the acting; also to aid the audience a short synopsis was read in English before the curtain rose, by Shirley Woodward, who looked the part of a dashing French soldier.

The roles of that amusing pair, Monsieur and Madam Perrichon, were taken by Betty Long and Barbara Bailey. Henriette, their daughter, was portrayed by Anne Healy, and the two charming lovers, Daniel and Armand, by Dorothy Sweet and Janet Morrison.

An additional feature of the program was provided by the faculty sextet, in the form of several pleasing songs. After the play, the faculties of both schools had refreshments upstairs, and dancing followed in the gymnasium.



La Visite Du Duc De Trevise



Le huit mars nous fumes tres heureuses d'avoir avec nous le Duc de Trevise. Comme Mlle. Carse etait dans l'est, Mlle. Bagier le presenta. Il fit une conference des plus interessantes sur la reconstruction de l'ancienne architecture de la France, accompagnee de projections charmantes de son sujet. Il expliqua de son ravissant accent francais, les degats qu'on fait aux beaux edifices du moyen age. Il nous soumit le projet de son organisation pour conserver divers anciens chateaux, aux villages differents de la France pour chaque ville americaine qui aura approprie de l'argent pour cette cause, donnant ainsi le moyen aux citoyens de chaque ville d'avoir un logis quand ils visiteront le village ou la ville dans lesquels leur chateau particulier se trouve. L'argent qu'on a deja donne a fait beaucoup pour avancer le travail de la reconstruction. Nous fumes charmees de decouvrir que, quand il retombait dans sa langue natale, nous pumes avec peu de difficulte le comprendre. Apres que la derniere projection eut ete montree, le Duc voulut beaucoup une photographie des eleves de Northrop School. En consequence nous nous assemblames au cote sud de l'ecole ou Mlle. Bagier fit deux photographies des jeunes filles avec leur ami nouveau-trouve. Comme cela fut une grande occasion pour les plus jeunes filles, elles demanderent a grands cris des autographes que le Duc leur donna avec bonte. Ensuite on nous rappela a nos lecons qui nous semblerent plus tristes que d'ordinaire par contraste avec l'heure tres interessante que nous venions de passer avec le Duc.



The Princess Rahme Haider

It would seem that the good angels were plotting in favor of Northrop School, for this year we have had one delightful entertainment after another. Foremost among these events was a visit from the Syrian princess Rahme Haider and her charming companion Miss Burgess, who gave us a fascinating dramatic reading from the Bible. The entire school was held spellbound by the art of the princess, who made a very artistic appearance in her Oriental garb and had a charming personality. Princess Rahme Haider most assuredly gave us one of the most interesting and profitable programs of the year.

GRACE HELEN STUART.

[Handwriting: Sincerely Princess Rahme Damascus Syria]



ATHLETIC CALENDAR

October 2—The Riding Contest.

BASEBALL

November 2—VII, 2; VIII, 22. November 19—VII, 3; VIII, 25. November 24—VII, 5; VIII, 26.

HOCKEY

November 9—Senior, 1; Sophomore, 1. November 10—Junior, 5; Freshman, 0. November 12—Senior, 0; Freshman, 0. November 16—Senior, 0; Junior, 6. November 18—Sophomore, 8; Freshman, 0. November 19—Sophomore, 3; Junior, 0.

CAPTAIN BALL

March 3—VII, 2; VIII, 10. March 9—VII, 2; VIII, 3. March 11—Gold, 3; White, 10. March 16—Gold, 7; White, 8.

BASKETBALL—INTERCLASS

February 23—Junior, 13; Sophomore, 6. February 25—Freshman, 9; Sophomore, 20. March 1—Senior, 8; Sophomore, 10. March 2—Junior, 24; Freshman, 11. March 4—Freshman 5; Senior 5. March 8—Junior, 12; Senior, 19. March 11—Tournament—Junior, 11; Sophomore, 8.

BASKETBALL—GOLD AND WHITE

March 10—Gold I, 7; White I, 8. March 15—Gold II, 7; White II, 7. March 22—Gold III, 22; White III, 6. March 23—Gold IV, 11; White IV, 7. March 24—Gold A, 12; White A, 7.

FIELD DAY

May 21 and 22—Junior Field Day. May 27 and 28—Senior Field Day.



HOCKEY

This year a new regulation in regard to hockey practise was introduced. The girls were required to report twice a week instead of once, one of these days being given to stick practise.

The first game of the season was played on November ninth between the Seniors and the Sophomores. It was a very close one resulting in a one to one tie. On the next day, November tenth, the Juniors beat the Freshmen by a score of five to nothing. The game on November second resulted in another tie; this time a scoreless one between the Seniors and the Freshmen, which was most unsatisfactory to both teams. On November sixteenth the Senior-Junior game was played which the Juniors won six to nothing. On the eighteenth the Sophomores won from the Freshmen eight to nothing, and on the next day the game between the Juniors and the Sophomores was played. As no one had crossed the Juniors' goal since the beginning of the '24 season there was a great deal of interest in the game. It was an exceedingly hard contest, two girls being more or less knocked out during the game, but the Sophomores won by a score of three to nothing.

We were fortunate this season in having the weather remain so that we were able to play all the games on the schedule.



The Riding Contest

The annual riding contest was held on the Parade Grounds, Friday, October 16, Mlle. Bagier and Betty Fowler acting as managers. Although it was a cold and wintry day, a large crowd turned out. Dr. E. W. Berg, Mr. L. McFall, and Mr. William Hindle were the judges, and the Misses Anderson acted as ring mistresses. Everything went off very smoothly, beginning with the Junior Cup Class, followed by the Senior Cup Class, the Pony Class, and ending with Five Gaited Class. After the contest, tea was served in the gymnasium, where the awards were given out. The Junior Cup went to Ruth Clark; the Pony Cup, to Virginia Leffingwell; the Five Gaited Cup to Betty Fowler; and the much desired Senior Cup to Mary Louise Sudduth.



Base Ball and Captain Ball

On the fall the Sevenths and Eighths had several baseball games. They were very exciting in spite of the fact that the Eighths always won by a generous margin. However the Sevenths took the defeats so well that no one could call them "poor losers." After the snow came, captain ball began. The two match games were very interesting. The score of the first was 10-2 in the Eighths' favor, and of the second was 8-7, the same side being victorious. Then came the Gold and White games, both of which the Whites won. It was hard, but it was fun, to play against a girl that one had previously played with as a partner. These games brought out such good sportsmanship that we all enjoyed them.



BASKETBALL

The basketball season opened with much enthusiasm as soon as school began after the Christmas vacation. The attendance at practices was especially good this year, and the members of every class reported regularly. In order to arouse some spirit, each class distributed its colors among its rooters, and there was much competition between the classes in finding original yells. As a result of these efforts the crowds at the games were exceptionally good, much larger than in previous years. The Sophomore-Junior game, the first of the season, was won by the Juniors after a hard fight. The next two games were the Sophomore-Freshman and the Senior-Sophomore, which were both won by the Sophomores. The Juniors then played the Freshmen and were victorious. The Senior-Freshman game, one of the most exciting of the season, ended in a tie, much to the disappointment of both sides. The Seniors in their last game at Northrop played the Juniors and won. As a result of these games, the Juniors and Sophomores were competitors in the tournament.

The girls worked hard to make the gymnasium look suitable for the occasion and were rewarded for their efforts, for cheering and enthusiastic crowds filled the gym. The best yelling of the evening, however, was done by the Sophomores, who nearly raised the roof with their snappy and well-led cheers. Their serious and well performed stunt of forming and singing, contrasted with the ridiculous showing of the Juniors made on tricycles. After the stunts, the game began and certainly proved to be a close one. Although the Juniors were behind during a good part of the game, they finally won by a score of 11-8. The tournament closed the inter-class games and those of the Gold and White teams began.

In order that more girls might take part in the games, the upper school had been divided into two large teams called the Gold and White. These teams were in turn subdivided into basketball teams, and many games were played between these teams. Although the audiences were not all that might be desired the plan can be called a success since it interested more girls in the game. The White team won the first two games and the Gold the next two; therefore the final game between the two "A" teams would decide whether the Gold or the White team would win the basketball series. The game was won by the Gold team, 11-8. This game ended the basketball season, which has been an unusually good one.



I strive to wring from my unwilling pen A sonnet,—and all ordered thoughts pass by; Light as a swirl of mist, too soon they fly For my poor wits to capture them again. O sonnet unattained! For other men So easy to attain, but it is I Who struggle, and for me all goes awry,— My efforts fond go unrequited then. "Why, surely it is but a trifle, this," They cry amazed, in sweet unknowing bliss. A trifle, yes, for Shelley or for Blake, They had not many extra marks at stake; I toil in vain toward a retarding goal,— I fear the poet's part is not my role.

SHIRLEY WOODWARD, '27.



Gardens I Have Read About

Books are the means by which one may travel without moving. It is through the medium of a book that I was able to visit a garden in Italy. It happened to be a garden that was typically Italian and a very charming one. The entrance was through a vine-covered Tuscan arch at the side of a villa, and down several steps to a wide terrace. The sun was beating down outside, but inside this walled garden all was cool and refreshing. At one's feet were clumps of darkest green ferns, like miniature forests. At the bottom of the terrace there was a terracotta pool, where water flowers were drifting on their flat green pads. Around the edge of this pool and through an aisle of tiny fragrant pink rose bushes was a space enclosed on three sides by feathery greens. Here a laughing satyr was perched on the top of a fountain, spouting water in a silvery arc. Through a shaded avenue could be seen other secluded spots with marble benches in front of other fountains. In another direction was a grotto where water trickled down gray, moss-covered stones. Far in the distance were cypress trees waving their spear-like tops and standing guard over the coolness and beauty of the garden.

Very different from this is the sunny English garden that next I visited. It, too, was terraced and had fountains, but the water in these fountains sparkled in the sun, and the cool dampness of the Italian garden was lacking. On the terrace were occasional closely-trimmed yew trees, or box trees clipped in odd shapes. A curving walk, edged with laurel, led to the ivy-walled inner garden. Here, in the full sun and warmth, grew, not the delicate rose bush of my Italian garden, but sturdy, bold rose trees, and apple trees, above snowdrops, daffodils, and crocuses in round, oblong, and square beds. These had trimmed herbaceous borders, and gray flag walks lay between them. Beyond towered great elms, but even these did not shut out any of the sun, which reached the foxgloves and violets, transplanted from the moor to the corner of the wall.

Here in America, though I have never been East, I know I should feel at home in a New England garden. My entire knowledge of them has been gained from books, but I am sure, from what I have read that these gardens are quite as charming as the more formal ones of other lands. Separated from the street by either a white picket fence or a row of lilac bushes, grow in their seasons nasturtiums, pinks, larkspur, mignonette, sweet peas, and forget-me-nots, in neat rows. All these are in such profusion that one sees only the glorious general effect and fails to notice that the garden has been planted with total disregard to the blending of colors. At the back, against the fence, tall sun flowers flaunt themselves, while in front are clumps of gorgeous peonies, and at the side beds of fragrant mint.

All these gardens I think of when spring comes, and my yearly gardening fever seizes me. But at the end of two months, when my radishes go to seed before attaining edible size, and those of my flowers that are not choked by weeds have been dug up by other members of the family, I go back to the dream gardens in my books.

MARY EATON, '26.



DIXIE

An old man, ragged, but with an air of dignity, quickly glanced at his stop watch as a small figure, crouched over a shining black neck, shot by. With a thunder of hoofs the black horse whirled past and fought for her head down the stretch. She would win the following Saturday—she must! If she didn't then she too would have to go and leave the ruined old gentleman, who looked so feeble leaning over the white rail which enclosed the mile track. After much coaxing the black colt came mincing up to her old master.

The small colored boy, as black as his mount, was bubbling over with enthusiasm. "Dat dehby, Suh, is going to be won by ma Dixie," patting the curved neck of the horse.

The old gentleman looked up. "Mah boy, you must remembah that Dixie will have otheah good hawses to beat. Vixen is the favohite and very fast, although Ah know mah little black friend heah will do heh best to honah the purple and white," glancing proudly at the headband of the black marvel. "Next Satahday will decide it all."

A shadow fell across the colt. Looking up, the gentleman, known as Colonel Fairfax, saw a man dressed in a checkered suit and orange socks. On a tie to match was a monstrous, well polished diamond, which sparkled wickedly in the sun. The man stood staring at the stop-watch. "Ah beg yoh pahdon, Suh, but theh anything Ah could do foah you?"

The man, hearing the question, looked up, flushing. "Youh horse is a Derby entry?"

Colonel Fairfax eyed the horse reflectively and answered, "It all depends on her condition, and only time can answeh that." The man hurried away, leaving the old gentleman looking after him, a deep frown on his face.

"Washington, Ah am a bit doubtful about this new-uh-acquaintance," he addressed the exercise boy.

Each day, no matter how early Dixie was given her exercise, the stranger was to be seen loitering in the distance or walking briskly beside the track—seemingly deep in thought. His presence seemed to trouble the Colonel, who watched his colt anxiously.

At last, the final workout. Colonel Fairfax and the unwelcome stranger leaned over the rail, intently watching the black horse, which appeared to have wings. The stranger, who had been seen talking to the owner of Vixen, the favorite, annoyed the old gentleman; he was suspicious of this flashily dressed man and did not conceal his feelings.

Sundown, Friday, found the stable at Churchill Downs buzzing with excitement. The favorite's stall was surrounded by interested old racing men, who loved the thoroughbred and his sport, while a few individuals in gaily checkered suits crowded about, listening to the many "hunches" for business reasons only. An old man sat before Stall No. 7. Glancing up, he noticed two men peering in at Dixie. One was the man who had seemed so much interested in the mare's trial gallops. Through the half-open door of the box stall could be seen a horse in faded purple and white blankets. After a hurried conversation the two men passed on to the favorite's stall, where they smiled at the jockey, looked in, and walked on.

Long after the one-thirty special night train had whistled at the Downs crossing, a dark figure could be seen sliding along the stall doors—"Ten—Nine—; Eight—" Then it came to halt before Stall No. 7, and slipped through the door. It felt in the dark for the blanketed horse's neck. The horse jumped as a dagger-like needle was thrust into its neck. The colored boy, in a drugged sleep at the door of the stall, stirred in his dreams, but was still again. The door opened quietly, and the figure slipped out, leaving the horse in No. 7 leaning drunkenly against the side wall. A shaft of moonlight fell across the intruder's face, revealing the same man who had attended all of Dixie's trial gallops. Little did this unscrupulous person realize that the black mare was spending the night in an old deserted barn near the race track, guarded by an old gentleman whose mouth was twisted into a whimsical smile, while a "guaranteed-to-be-gentle" livery horse was leading a life of luxury that evening in Stall No. 7, Churchill Downs.

Derby day at Churchill Downs! Kentucky was doing homage to the thoroughbred. As the band played "Dixie," the Derby entries filed through the paddock onto the field. Proudly leading the string of the country's best two year olds, was the song's namesake, a true daughter of the South. With arching neck and prancing feet, Dixie, the pride of an old man's heart, took her place at the barrier. Her jockey looked up as he passed an aristocratic old gentleman, dressed in a faded coat which reminded one of "befoah de Wah" days and whose hat remained off while the horses passed.

The barrier was up, and the roar shook the grandstand. "They're off!!" The favorite, Vixen, shot ahead and seemed to be making a runaway race. Cheer after cheer rent the air. An old man clasped his program a little tighter and breathed a prayer. Around the turn came Vixen, but not alone. Crouched to the ground, a small black horse crept up to the flying tail of the favorite. Down the stretch the two thundered, fighting for supremacy. "Foah Kentucky, Dixie, and the honah of the purple and white!" As if she heard this plea from her master, Dixie bent lower. Then, her black nose thrust ahead, more than a length in advance of Vixen, she flashed under the wire, bringing "honah" to the purple and white.

NANCY STEVENSON, '26.



MY BUREAU DRAWERS

My bureau drawers,—I wonder what their contents could tell! Whenever I go through them with the firm resolve to clear out everything that I do not actually use, I always end by saving some things just for the sake of the memories connected with them.

Take that pink satin hair ribbon, for instance. I wore it for the first time with a new pink dress at a party in California. It brings back all the thought of California as I first saw it in nineteen twenty, memories of stately and haughty poinsettias, of date palms from which one could pick and eat fresh dates, of a dancing ocean with its myriads of lovely sea creatures, and its gaily-colored beach equipment, of an amusement park with the roller coaster on which I nearly had heart failure.

Then, in another corner, lies a string of green beads. What could better recall to my mind the night of my graduation from the grade school? The recollection makes me want to be in grade school once more. I well remember how one of my classmates forgot to bring the music to the class song which was to have been one of the attractions of the program. Disaster marked that evening farther when a tall Danish boy, looking the picture of selfconsciousness and misery, arose to give the farewell address. As nearly as I can remember, it ran thus:

"Ladies and gentlemen, on the evening of our graduation ve vish to tank de teachers and also de principal for de vork"—a long awkward pause—"ve vish to tank de teachers and also de principal for de vork"—a still longer pause, interspersed with rising giggles from the graduating class—"Ladies and gentlemen, ve vish to tank de teachers and also de principal for de vork vich they have done in getting us trough."

Then, there at the back of the drawer, is a black satin sash. It brings to my mind an entirely different kind of memory. It is one thing that I have left from the dress I wore at my grandfather's funeral. I remember all the tragedy of the occasion, lightened by one spot of comedy, my grandmother's losing her petticoat.

I dare say that some day I shall throw away these things that others consider rubbish, but I shall never part with the memories for which they stand.

POLLY SWEET.



A SURPRISE

It was early in the morning when Nancy Nelson awoke. She got up and put on her wrapper and one slipper, as she couldn't get the other one on, though she tried hard. "Ah," she said, "there must be something in my slipper." So Nancy felt in her slipper and then pulled out her hand. Why, there was a little package! "Who put it in there, I wonder," she said, quite surprised. Nancy asked everybody in the house. Then her mother said, "Nancy, did you forget that it is your birthday?" Then she opened the little package and found a small silver thimble, with the name "Nancy Nelson" on it.

ANNE MORRISON, Form IV.



THE DEPARTURE AND THE RETURN OF THE SHIP

It was a clear, warm day in late spring and a ship was leaving the harbor, its departure accompanied by a merry clanking of chains as the anchor was drawn up. The lusty cheers of the sailors floated back in echoes. The shore was crowded with the wives and sweethearts of these two hundred sailors, their brightly colored gowns and fluttering handkerchiefs making a lovely picture against the background of the green cliffs. On board the men were singing lustily as they performed their tasks and the last echo of their happiness floated back clearly to the little group on the shore as the ship dropped below the hill and out of sight. The women had already settled down to their period of watchful waiting and were trusting the safety of their loved ones to God, who had always protected them and brought them home safely before.

It was a clear, crisp night in late October and the moon was sending its silvery beams out over the quiet waters. Everything was pervaded by an air of mystery. Slowly, from far out at sea, a great ship came slinking into the harbor. As it drew nearer, it glowed with crimson lights. Then, suddenly every light went out and again the great mysterious hulk was swallowed up in the darkness. Not a sound was heard. Could this be the same ship that had sailed away so gayly three years ago? No one awaited its coming, for it had been long given up for lost. It came nearer and nearer, and a breeze, which had suddenly come up, whistled through its thin sails and moved the spars, making a sound like the rattling of dry bones. Then, as if in response to the command of a ghostly captain, the great, black hulk sank into the darkness under the water, leaving only a whirlpool to mark its existence. It sank as it had sailed in; slowly and mysteriously.

MARTHA JEAN MAUGHAN, '28.



RAIN

I love to hear upon the walk The rain that comes on nights in spring, So warm and soft and pattering It seems to fairly talk.

It tells me of arbutus shy, That hides in moss beside a tree, Of crocus and anemone That peek out at the sky.

It fills with earthly scent the night, And glistens on the new green leaves; It drips and drips from shining eaves And sparkles in the light.

MARY BRACKETT, '26.



TROUBLES OF AN AMATEUR

Mary had been assured that "Dolly" was absolutely dependable, would not shy, had a kind and gentle disposition, and was easy to manage; but now she was actually gazing upon this amiable annihilator, the courage oozed out of her suddenly pounding heart and her eyes widened with fright and suspicion. She wished now she hadn't been so desirous of tempting fate on such a seemingly ferocious and unnatural brute.

"Dolly," on the other hand, happily unaware of his savageness and unnatural spirit, drooped his homely, ungainly head in a dejected manner. To him, Mary was only one more burden, one more wriggling, gasping infliction, to be jogged slowly about for her first ride. He snorted in disdain. Mary jumped. Why didn't she use her own feet? "Dolly" didn't want to be bothered. Finally he rolled an eye back to survey his passenger.

The groom was gradually coaxing Mary on—onto something terrible. She just knew it! "Dolly" seemed to assume supernatural proportions as Mary reached out a hand to grasp the reins which were handed to her. Someone boosted her on. Goodness! She was going right over on the other side! But no! She found herself sitting up on the broad back of "Dolly"; it was a very precarious position. How did one keep one's balance? She just knew she couldn't stay on. There was nothing to hang onto, and her....

"Help!" she shrieked, as her steed casually stamped a clumsy foot, in the endeavor to rid himself of a persistent fly.

The groom, now mounted, led her horse out into the ring. Mary hoped he'd hang onto the reins. If he didn't.... Mary pictured herself a mangled, shapeless mass. She shuddered. She'd seen those movie actors dart gaily about and had thought it would be lovely to learn to dart. But now—she wondered if they had been tied on!

Oh! they were jogging. Mary didn't seem to understand the nature of the jog. She was out of breath. Grasping the pommel, she looked miserably at the long neck swaying in front of her. Two long ears fascinated her. Up and down, up and down. Ah! why didn't he stop? She attempted to shriek, but only succeeded in emitting faint gasps as "Dolly" swerved to avoid a small hole. Inside she seemed to be jolted to pieces. Her heart shook her chest, and a giddy feeling overpowered her. Her vision blurred, and her breath came in short gasps.

"Dolly" had now slowed down to a walk, but to Mary this was the wildest of gaits. Every minute she fully expected to die on the spot. She couldn't stand it another second. She couldn't—she couldn't!

"Time is up, Miss," announced a cheery voice. "Do you wish to dismount?"

Mary came up from the depths of agony, and hope lit her face.

"Oh-h-h!" she moaned. "Yes, I—Yes! Yes!"

She was lifted, or rather dragged, off, she didn't know which, didn't care as long as she was off. The ground seemed to come up to meet her. Why didn't things stand still? Even the unsuspicious "Dolly" appeared to be performing grotesque antics. Mary took a step, just one. It was not necessary for her to take more to realize that she was very stiff. "Heavens!" She slowly gathered up her coat and hat, and limped painfully out of the Academy. Now she could realize that an amateur, in riding anyway, had her troubles in walking!

VIRGINIA LEFFINGWELL, '26.



TERESA

Teresa is my aunt's black cat; She plays with this, she plays with that— A tassel green, a string to tug, A fleck of light upon the rug Give her imagination fire.

And then she sleeps all in a ball Beside the hearth out in the hall. She loves to warm herself this way, And dreams, this time, about her play— While cuddled up she purrs and purrs.

When tea time comes, she's always there, Beside my aunt's old walnut chair; Her big green eyes are bright with glee, Her chin sinks in a creamy sea, And her ecstasy is complete.

MARY BRACKETT, '26.



BOOKS I SHOULD LIKE TO WRITE

It is last period on a long, sleepy, particularly humdrum day at school. Shirley sits trying to concentrate on a history text-book, but her mind will wander, despite her really noble efforts to distinguish the Valerian Laws from the Licinian Laws.

"What an idiotic law to have to make!" she mutters resentfully. "But I'm sure I shouldn't be so dumb in History if I had an interesting text-book. It seems as though someone could write it, even if we aren't all Van Loons and H. G. Wellses. I bet I could myself—at least I'd make it a fascinating book if not a strictly exact one ('Yes you would,' says her Subconscious, but she pays no attention)! When I think of the generations of defenseless students to be subjected to these text-books, my heart aches for them!... The Valerian Law was...."

The scene changes from this lethargic one to a fireside on a winter evening. She drops the book in her lap, the yells of the savages are fainter. She shakes the salt spray from her chair and tries to adjust herself once more to the prosaic of a land-lubber.

"To write a book like that is my only desire on earth," she murmurs, as she reaches for a volume of Jane Austen.

Now, completely involved in the career of Emma, she says, "Oh, for that gift of the gods Jane Austen had! Her speech—a rippling stream of perfect and delicious English, the King's English indeed! Each phrase is as delicately constructed as a watch, and all her watches tick together as one."

Thus the incorrigible child goes on, unaware how many fascinating books she has longed to have written. From Nicholas Nickleby to Thunder on the Left, from Walter H. Page to the Constant Nymph, and from Chaucer to Edna St. Vincent Millay! A veritable gourmande, she is.

But forgive her. Who has not felt that he might improve a text-book? Who has not longed, in reading a glorious book, for similar brilliance? What lover of books is unmoved to an occasional effort at emulation, even if he afterwards destroy it? You who do these things, sympathize with Shirley, who, by her own hand we do confess, is bitterly disillusioned every time she tries to write a theme.

SHIRLEY WOODWARD, '27.



OUR STREET

Three Indians padded softly along through the tall dark pines. Their errand seemed peaceful, since their number was so small and they came so openly. Soon the path widened out, and finally led to a small glade in which stood a rough cabin. The Indians stopped to observe cautiously before making themselves known. What they saw filled them with curiosity and awe, for standing before the cabin was a white man praying, his deep voice echoing through the wild stillness of the forest. Beside him stood a younger man, whose attention, while respectful, was not undivided, for he had spied the Indians and waited restlessly for the "father" to finish his devotions. These done, he called his superior's attention to the savages lurking on the outskirts of the glade and beckoned to them to come forward. Both white men were eager to learn what the Indians might tell them, and the elder, who spoke the Indian tongue, talked glibly with the redskins. They, in turn, were curious about several things. First, the strange contrivance that hung from Father Hennepin's belt. He explained that it was to help him find his way through the uncharted country. Save for the compass he would quickly be lost.

"Hugh," grunted one of the braves, "that no good. I lead you," surprising the Jesuit by his use of English.

"Good," answered the priest. The two white men went into the cabin, gathered their scanty baggage, and reappeared at the door. By this time the other Indians had disappeared down the path by which they had come. In the opposite direction, without a backward glance, the party of three men, the Jesuit, his companion, and the Indian guide, set out to find new thoroughfares.

Now from morning to night traffic rolls along the same trail. The narrow path that once found its way through the forest with many turnings and twistings is now a wide, paved avenue. Over it go street cars carrying busy people, trucks laden with gravel or coal, the ever-present automobiles of people bent on pleasure. The street is lined on either side with tall buildings: stores, offices, houses, churches, museums. As we go down the avenue, we come to what was once a clearing in the forest. Instead of the simple cabin, there are now a variety of buildings: a small store whose owner, a French Canadian, carries on a thriving business; opposite, a restaurant owned by two yellow Chinese, who specialize in chow-mein; next door, the establishment of a husky Yankee, who plies his trade by greasing automobiles and supplying gasoline to motorists demanding that necessity.

A thriving community now, what will this one time forest clearing be two hundred years hence?

JANET MORISON, '27.



A CONVERSATION AT THE DINNER TABLE

At dinner Daddy told us he had seen a prince. I asked him what prince it was.

Then Mother said, "Didn't you read the paper, Ella Sturgis?"

"No," I replied.

"It was the Prince of Greece," said Daddy, "and he wore a monocle."

Chucky said, "What is a monocle?"

"It is a glass people wear in one eye and squint a little to keep it in," said Mother.

Then she asked Daddy where he had seen the prince.

"At the club," he replied. "I was invited to have lunch with him, but I could not accept the invitation because I had promised Ella Sturgis to do something for her dog, and Ashes is more important than the Prince."

ELLA STURGIS PILLSBURY, Form VI.



LORING PARK IN GRANDFATHER'S DAY

In about 1855 Mr. W. H. Grimshaw came to live in Minneapolis where the Plaza Hotel now stands. Then Loring Park and the vicinity was farm land, and an Indian named Keg-o-ma-go-shieg had his wigwam at the corner of Oak Grove and Fifteenth streets. Mr. Grimshaw learned from him that Indians had lived on this spot for generations, but that since the land had come under government control, most of the Indians had gone. Keg-o-ma-go-shieg, because he loved so much the spot where he was born, returned every summer to fish in the lakes and hunt in the woods of his beloved birthplace. There is no tablet or monument to this last Indian in Loring Park, but there is one to Ole Bull facing Harmon Place. Would it not be more fitting to have a statue of Sitting Bull?

Also there used to be an old, well-traveled Indian trail through the Park, of which there is no trace now, although some people have searched carefully for it. According to Mr. Grimshaw there used to be countless passenger pigeons, which in the migratory season roosted in the trees of Loring Park. At noon the sky would be darkened by a cloud of these birds, the air would be filled with the sound of their wings, and they would alight on the branches of the trees, nearly breaking them down by their great weight.

Then there was the old brook that flowed out of Loring Park lake, across Harmon Place, under the present automobile buildings, and emptied into Basset's Creek. The old military road from Minnehaha Falls to Fort Ridgley ran through this section, roughly along Hennepin Avenue.

West of Hennepin Avenue was Ruber's pasture, where cows and horses used to graze, and where the Parade Grounds, the Armory, the Cathedral, and Northrop School now are. Mr. J. S. Johnson was the first white settler in this part of Minneapolis. In 1856 he bought one hundred and sixty acres, of which a part is now Loring Park, for one dollar and twenty-five cents per acre.

EUGENIA BOVEY, '08.



THE STORY HOUR

"Now if you will be quiet I will tell you a story," said Miss Smith.

"All right," said Tom, "but you must tell us a story about a pirate."

"No!" cried Betty, "tell us a story about a fairy."

"Be quiet or I will not tell you any story," exclaimed Miss Smith.

"Please tell us a 'tory bout 'ittle baby," pleaded baby Ruth.

"All right, the story will be about a little baby. You two older children ought to know better than to shout," sighed Miss Smith.

"Oh dear, we never get anything now that Ruthie is old enough to let you know what she wants," groaned Tom.

"Once upon a time," began Miss Smith, "there was a ..."

"Pirate," interrupted Tom.

"No, no," said Miss Smith as she went on with the story. "Once upon a time there was a ..."

"Fairy," interrupted Betty.

"No, a little baby," cried Ruth.

JANET BULKLEY, Form VI.



Spring and Summer

Spring is coming with the sun; The birds are coming too. Summer's coming with the grass, The flowers with the dew.

SUSAN WHEELOCK, Form IV.



"AT THE BACK OF THE NORTH WIND"

If you would enjoy a glance at the home of one of the winds, read At the Back of the North Wind, by George MacDonald. Young Diamond, a little boy, the North Wind, Diamond's father and mother, and Old Diamond, which is a great and good horse,—these are the characters you will hear the most about in this story. The story narrates a series of adventures, in dream form, of Young Diamond and an uncanny creature who calls herself the North Wind. An unusual part of the story is the trip to the sea where the North Wind will destroy a ship. Diamond does not want to perceive this, so North Wind drops him in a great cathedral, where he wakes to see the moon-lit windows showing the saints in beautiful garments. If you like fairy tales, I would suggest that you read this incredible book.

GERALDINE HUDSON, Form V.



My dear friend:

I do so hope you will like the book Dandelion Cottage. It is an interesting story of four little girls named Betty Tucker, Jeanie Mapes, Mabel Bennett, and Marjorie Vale, who pay rent for a cottage by pulling dandelions. They have such interesting adventures and act so business-like that you ought to love it. I did when I read it. Carroll Watson Rankin certainly knows what girls like, for she has innumerable objects in that cottage that I know you would love to have in your room. It is very clean in the cottage, with not an atom of dirt anywhere. The part I like best in the story is where Laura Milligan, a disdainful little girl, moves into the neighborhood. She makes life miserable for the cottagers. When you read the story, be sure you look very carefully for the things Laura does, for they are very interesting. I know you prefer to read the book yourselves, so I will close now.

Sincerely yours, BARBARA ANSON, Form V.



KRAG AND JOHNNY BEAR

You would be very much interested in the story of Krag and Johnny Bear, by Ernest Thomson Seton. The names are very cute. There are Nubbins, his mother, White Nose, and his mother. This part of the story tells about Krag, an extraordinary little sheep, who has many fascinating adventures. Little White Nose is very lazy, obstinate, and wary. Every morning Nubbins gets up and tries to wake up White Nose. When Krag grows up, he has beautiful big horns, and the hunters try to catch him so they can mount them. At the end of the story he is caught and his horns are mounted and kept in the king's palace. I know you would like to read this book if you are fond of animal stories. Another interesting story is about Randy, an extraordinary sparrow who is brought up with some canaries and learns to sing. One day the cage Randy was in fell over with an astounding crash and he escaped. He built a nest of sticks, which was the only kind he knew, and was very disconsolate when his mate, who was an ordinary sparrow, threw them away and brought hay and straw instead. Randy's mate is finally killed and Randy is caught and put back in his cage. I think you will like this book if you like animal stories.

JANE ARNOLD AND LOUISE WALKER, Form V.



USES OF PUMPKINS

It was a cold and frosty morning at Mr. Brown's farm. The pumpkins were huddled together, and their frosty coats glistened in the morning sunshine.

"I heard Mr. Brown talking about Thanksgiving," said a little pumpkin. "I wonder what Thanksgiving is?"

"Long ago," began a big pumpkin, "when the first white people came to this country, it was in early winter, and these settlers could raise no food. Many of them died of hunger and cold. But the next year the settlers planted many crops, and they grew wonderfully. So they had a day to thank God for the crops they had. The day they celebrated is called Thanksgiving."

"Oh, I see," said the little pumpkin. "I am sure Teddy was thankful he had such a nice big pumpkin to make his Jack o' lantern out of on Hallowe'en."

"I think the cattle are thankful that they have us to eat in winter," said a middle-sized pumpkin, trying very hard to look wise, but the November air was so delightfully chilly and crisp he had to laugh.

"I'm sure Farmer Brown and his family are thankful to have such a nice pumpkin pie every Thanksgiving," said a big pumpkin.

"I never knew pumpkins were so useful," sighed the little pumpkin sleepily. Then he turned over and went to sleep.

HARRIOT OLIVIA CARPENTER, Form IV.



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Transcriber's Note

Obvious typographic errors (incorrect punctuation, omitted or transposed letters) have been repaired. Otherwise, however, variable spelling (including proper names, where there was no way to establish which spelling was correct) and hyphenation has been left as printed, due to the number of different contributors.

Page 19 includes the phrase "if the snow smelts." This is probably a typographic error, but as it was impossible to be certain, it has been left as printed.

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