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

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Tin: ( ALL r PAX OF IJKI I ‘7 never saw so many sharking bad hats in my life.” •los«»|»li Kdwin 4'lifforil Joe Entered Blake 1922 Yale Joe was one of the wild and wooly nucleus that Miss MacDonald wrestled into shape to prepare for twelve years of rigorous Blake training. Except for the historic occasion in the second grade when Hunt tied him for scholastic honors. Cleefahd” has been beyond shouting distance of tin? rest of his plodding classmates; yet his disgustingly high grades have been obtained with a minimum of study, and his bland amazement at the difficulties of his fellows have nearly drawn those despairing worthies to pummel him severely about the face and body. Joe’s ability as a public speaker is attested by the number of awards with his name on in the Trophy Boom, and hut for the temporary lapse when his chronological information on the Geneva Arms Conference betrayed him. he has dominated the debating team for the last three years. Back in the first form when he was almost as wide as he was tall Joe entered the choir and steadily progressed until he became president, which position he has held for three years. As “Koko,” the Lord High Executioner of the operetta ‘‘The Mikado.” Joe surpassed all the performances of former Blake yodelcrs. To describe the high stations this young man has held in Dramatics, Publications, Union, Council, et cetera, would become tedious to the reader. Suffice it to say that his activity in extra curricula afTairs led the student body to elect him to the highest position in the school. Head Boy. It is a significant tribute to Joe that his classmates (with the exception of Hunt, who has among other things found fault with the Head Boy’s distinctive combinations in dress! have made his school career an object of their admiration. Pape Fifteen

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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

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tiii: r. i.L o r of i»:ri Jim popped into our midst with a grimace and other contortions of the face in the fall of 1926. Even then he drove Poppa Wilson almost deaf with his booming voice that would make one’s ears ring for hours afterward. Hut no matter how many spitballs In threw, no matter how nr.reh he whispered, no matter how obnoxious he appeared in general, lie soon became “teacher’s pet.” Perhaps it was that winning smile. Anyway. Jim grew and struggled through the stages of the lower forms until finally he l ecame one of the revered seniors. Jimmy was always a shining light in athletics. Even in the lower school he was a star on all of the teams for which he was eligible, and he was often elected captain of the various coefficient teams. During his junior and senior years he was a three letter man. and if you wonder who was perhaps the “Come not uithin the measure oj my wrath. »laiiMks Smith iillon Jimmy Entered Blnkr P)26 Dartmouth best quarterback that Blake has ever seen, merely ask James, he will tell you. If one was anywhere near the school grounds, one could hear his voice booming out signals. It was under his guidance during the past year that the team enjoyed an undefeated season. If at any time you wish to display your talent as a boxer, just stand outside the door of the senior room and yell “To hell with the Grand Old Party.” It is really a pleasure to hear Jimmy argue with anyone on politics (or anything else!. He even has the venerable southern sage. Meesta Hitt, scratching his head to find answers for some of his statements or perhaps he is merely trying to figure them out. At any rate, Dartmouth is Jimmy’s destination, unless he meets some rabid Democrat on the way down there. Best of luck. Jim. Page Sixteen