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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		Mary Barber Eaton
President of the Senior Class		President of the League
“She’s as good as she is fair”		“She who feels nobly, acts nobly”

Margaret Louise Newhall		Virginia Josephine Leffingwell
Editor of 1926 Tatler		Vice-President of League
“Young and yet so wise”		“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		Mary Elizabeth Brackett
“Her hair is not more sunny than her heart”		“She has a natural wise sincerity and a merry happiness”

Esther Mabel Davis		Lydia Mortimer Forest
“The glass of fashion and the mold of form”		“She giggles when she’s happy, and one might even say That when there is no reason, she giggles anyway”

Marion Josephine Hume		Ann Wilder Jewett
“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”		“True worth cannot be concealed”

Beatrice Myrtice Joslin		Marion Harriet McDonald
“There is mischief in that woman”		“Happy I am, from care I’m free; Why aren’t all the rest contented like me?”

Josephine Reinhart		Marion Jean Savage
“Nothing is impossible to a willing heart”		“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.

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 438½ 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.

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.

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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.

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

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.

“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.

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.

“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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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.