Blake School - Reflections / Call O Pan Yearbook (Hopkins, MN)

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Till: « AM. O' FAX OF iikii Straining harsh discords and an pi casing sharps. Harold Hmorson Alkinson AUy Entered Blake 1927 Minnesota Ally is the self-styled “sly man of the Senior Class. Who would recognize the dishevelled, bewhiskered lad who takes those trips “up north,” for the smooth dancer decorating the floors of the Min-iknhda or Woodhill? Hut Atty’s true claim to fame is his ability to vocalize. Whenever a motion picture featuring Bing Crosby comes to town, the pride of the house of Atkinson is good for at least three performances, sitting with rapt attention. For a few weeks thereafter Mr. Foss might as well give up teaching, for the strains of “Night and Day, mouthed none too softly into a shattered megaphone. are enough to shatter even J. B. s comatose shell. Glotz has lightened the intermission of the plays with the questionable aid of the Blake singing strings, hv his rendition of “Puddenhead Jones” and “How Deep is the Ocean? Moreover, the choir ‘’aniens, marked by a truly Crosbyian sob. are testimonials of the influence of Ally in this organization. Glotz has inspired the swimming and football teams with his presence the past few years, and has gone so far as to commit himself to the statement that he may take up bridge as recreation in the future. And he has the added honor of carrying on the longest of long-distance correspondences in the class. Page Thirteen

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THE A EE O I'W OF I Oil Willard enlisted in the ranks of Blake in the middle of his junior year. Two impediments were in his path, however, before he was able to enjoy school life. The first was the amount of study necessary to acquire a passing grade, and the second was the disposal of week-ends. He quickly overcame the first by his indomitable spirit. The latter was soon taken care of also by a sweet young thing from West, and anyone who jokingly cast a hint that she wasn’t so sweet found a forty-four automatic pushed into his ribs along with a demand to “take that back.” And although we do not advise marriage at so early an age, we found that M’sieu A-mi-don was able to skip more special “ Warring'- is a desperate thing. Ilunirl Willard Amiiloii A- Mi-Don Entered Blake 19.13 Minnesota helps in order to “see the dentist than any other member of the school. Incidentally, we wish to tell you that if you see some huge vehicle, a little larger and bulkier than a Mack truck, with every sort of a contraption on it from an icebox to a hammock, do not i e alarmed, for it is only Amy's so-called car. Also, if you hear a certain low mumbling about the evils of education, do not believe you are in the presence of socialists, for it is merely Willard. Amidon is on his way to the University of Minnesota, where he will undoubtedly impress all with his backstroking ability and his glumness. Good luck, Amy. Page Twelve

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THE ( ALL O l A. OF IO.TI Big city life has done little to disturb our Shanks. Living somewhere in the vicinity of White Bear, Paul has been called upon every morning to pilot that equipage fondly referred to as the squad car through the dense reaches of suburban Minneapolis in his role as taximan for various members of the Sixth and Seventh forms. Carlberg has been something of a discontented figure since his bosom pal, Gib, left for the big university, yet those brows are not furrowed solely because of his friend’s departure. There was a time when the hardy pioneers, Carlson and Stewart, had ardent hopes of leading their icebox brigade in the proud knowl- Company, villainous company, hath been the spoil of me. Paul Culver Carlson Bubs Entered Blake 1929 Minnesota edge that theirs was a recognized sport. But, alas, when the casualties of Mr. Strickland’s ankle and Winston’s eye were nosed about, that civilized mayhem, politely called basketball, was distinctly frowned upon by our guiding geniuses. So Bubs was forced to accept the bitter pill of public opinion, and lead his doughty blistermen unrecognized against the Hopkins A and M. Having discarded football as hard on one’s knees. Boorg gave himself wholly to the great American game, where he has taken Doc Bradley’s place at third base. As soon as he has fully mastered the art of playing around the third sack, Paul will look for new fields to conquer. Page Fourteen