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Title: The 1926 TatlerEditor: Margaret Louise NewhallRelease date: June 28, 2008 [eBook #25926]Most recently updated: January 3, 2021Language: EnglishCredits: Produced by Alicia Williams, Sam W. and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net
Title: The 1926 Tatler
Editor: Margaret Louise Newhall
Editor: Margaret Louise Newhall
Release date: June 28, 2008 [eBook #25926]Most recently updated: January 3, 2021
Language: English
Credits: Produced by Alicia Williams, Sam W. and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net
*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE 1926 TATLER ***
Front cover of the book
See theflyleafsigned by students.
A group of riders on horseback
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.
Nancy Morris Stevenson
Nancy as a young child
Nancy Morris Stevenson
“A perfect woman, nobly planned,To warn, to comfort, to command”
ASHIVER 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.
In nineteen hundred and fifty-sixThe 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 knowI’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 seemsThat 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 LeffingwellHas 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 gazeThat Bee had turned actress, in movies (not plays)And that very same week was playing down townWith R. Valentino in the ‘Countess’s Frown.’“I didn’t tell Lydia, but I thought ’twould be greatTo 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 roomTo 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 TedHenry, Oswald, etcetera, I sent up to bed.
In nineteen hundred and fifty-sixThe 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 knowI’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 seemsThat 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 LeffingwellHas 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 gazeThat Bee had turned actress, in movies (not plays)And that very same week was playing down townWith R. Valentino in the ‘Countess’s Frown.’
“I didn’t tell Lydia, but I thought ’twould be greatTo 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 roomTo 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 TedHenry, Oswald, etcetera, I sent up to bed.
—M. L. N.
Group photograph of 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
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.
Group photograph of 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
Seven Shekels in St. PaulPublished once in a while
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Group photograph of the 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
(Minneapolis Morning Tribune, June 21, 1932)
The giant airshipCoolidgewas 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 theAdmiral 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.
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.
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.
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.
Group photograph of 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
Lest the history of our yearThrough passing time grow dimmer,We’ve gathered the choicest bitsAnd put them in a primer.
Lest the history of our yearThrough passing time grow dimmer,We’ve gathered the choicest bitsAnd put them in a primer.
Astands for Athletics, Ambition, and Art,Since they’re packed full of Action we’re glad to take part.Bis for Bumps, got when sliding at noon;We often see stars and sometimes the moon.Cfor Captain ball games, two of which we have won,And we all agree they are jolly good fun.Dis le Duc whose French we found charming,But a sky downstairs we think most alarming.Eis for Eighths. What else could it be?Energetic, ecstatic, emphatic are we.Fis Friar Tuck. In our Robin Hood playHe was bluff, fat, and hearty in quite the right way.Gfor Graham crackers. They’re indeed simple fare,But they keep us from getting too much outside air.His the Hill, so covered with sleetThat when we come down, we can’t stay on our feet.Istands for Icelandic. Though amusing to hear,We think we’ll not speak it each day in the year.Jis for Joking. That is our follyFor rather than sad we choose to be jolly.Kfor Kicker Sleds. They arrived last DecemberAnd furnished good sport for every class member.Lis for Luther—Burbank we were told,Who started the Protestant reformation of old.Mis the Mascot that brings us our luck,And we surely need him to combat Sevens’ pluck.Nfor “Noblesse Oblige,” our chosen class aim.Though sometimes we slip, we strive on just the same.Ois Old Girls’ Party, to which we escortedThe whole seventh grade; a gay time was reported.Pis for Pageant we held Columbus Day,To tell how brave sailors to our land made way.Qfor the Quest the whole class did makeWhen told to make rhymes for our Tatler’s sake.Rfor Radiators to which we all swarmTo dry off our stockings and get our toes warm.Sis for Silver, that coupled with blueIs the symbol to which we shall ever be true.Tis for Tourney ’twixt the White and the Gold.But ’tis fought with balls instead of swords bold.Uis uniform. When that badge we wearWe must look to upholding Northrop’s standards so fair.Vfor Valentine party, which the seventh form had.Favors, verses, and dancing made our hearts glad.Wfor Winter Sports. There’s no fun more thrilling,Whether skating or sliding or in the snow spilling.Xis unknown, so why trouble with it.We’ll leave it alone and not wear out our wit.Yis for Yells. We give them with vimWhen sports are on foot in our lower gym.Zfor Zipper boots, our greatest delights.Zip off the last minute and fly up two flights.
Astands for Athletics, Ambition, and Art,Since they’re packed full of Action we’re glad to take part.
Bis for Bumps, got when sliding at noon;We often see stars and sometimes the moon.
Cfor Captain ball games, two of which we have won,And we all agree they are jolly good fun.
Dis le Duc whose French we found charming,But a sky downstairs we think most alarming.
Eis for Eighths. What else could it be?Energetic, ecstatic, emphatic are we.
Fis Friar Tuck. In our Robin Hood playHe was bluff, fat, and hearty in quite the right way.
Gfor Graham crackers. They’re indeed simple fare,But they keep us from getting too much outside air.
His the Hill, so covered with sleetThat when we come down, we can’t stay on our feet.
Istands for Icelandic. Though amusing to hear,We think we’ll not speak it each day in the year.
Jis for Joking. That is our follyFor rather than sad we choose to be jolly.
Kfor Kicker Sleds. They arrived last DecemberAnd furnished good sport for every class member.
Lis for Luther—Burbank we were told,Who started the Protestant reformation of old.
Mis the Mascot that brings us our luck,And we surely need him to combat Sevens’ pluck.
Nfor “Noblesse Oblige,” our chosen class aim.Though sometimes we slip, we strive on just the same.
Ois Old Girls’ Party, to which we escortedThe whole seventh grade; a gay time was reported.
Pis for Pageant we held Columbus Day,To tell how brave sailors to our land made way.
Qfor the Quest the whole class did makeWhen told to make rhymes for our Tatler’s sake.
Rfor Radiators to which we all swarmTo dry off our stockings and get our toes warm.
Sis for Silver, that coupled with blueIs the symbol to which we shall ever be true.
Tis for Tourney ’twixt the White and the Gold.But ’tis fought with balls instead of swords bold.
Uis uniform. When that badge we wearWe must look to upholding Northrop’s standards so fair.
Vfor Valentine party, which the seventh form had.Favors, verses, and dancing made our hearts glad.
Wfor Winter Sports. There’s no fun more thrilling,Whether skating or sliding or in the snow spilling.
Xis unknown, so why trouble with it.We’ll leave it alone and not wear out our wit.
Yis for Yells. We give them with vimWhen sports are on foot in our lower gym.
Zfor Zipper boots, our greatest delights.Zip off the last minute and fly up two flights.
Group photograph of 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
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.
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.
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 merrilyWilliamthePiperfloated down the meadowBrooksseated at theHelmof his boat. Being aNew-manin this country he stopped to ask his way of aMiller. The miller directed him across theLeeto a little town calledGoldsborough. There he stopped at the inn of theVan Nest. After a good sleep, a shave with hisGillette, and a hearty meal ofThomson’sbaked beans andWagner’scannedPease, he was much refreshed.
The next morning he continued his wanderings, but unwittingly he trespassed on the land of a farmer namedHineline, who threatened to take him to the village ofSimontonand throw him and hisJunk-injail. Finally he made his peace, but he had to leave his boat behind.
“However, I’m not so unlucky,” said he, “for I have stoutDouglasshoes to tramp in, and my faithful dog,Benjamin, to bear me company.”
Jane Helm and Catherine Piper.
Group photograph of the 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
Group photograph of the 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
Group photograph of the 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