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

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Tin: 4 A LI. »• I' W OF i»:m One of the early settlers of the class of 34. Willy registered his first official kick at Blake when Miss McDonald bawled him out for dog-earing the pages of his First Year Primer. Although his style of expression has changed a hit for the more brilliant and picturesque, he still retains the coveted title of king of the beefers, having attacked everybody and everything from Mr. Alder’s neckties to Martha's distribution of milk and crackers. In spite of a stolid taciturnity during a recitation period, he has been personally responsible for most of the outraged charges on the senior room by Messrs. Foss and Coulter, and has calmly disregarded their forceful appeals for less For I am nothing if not critical. William OIiipv IIiiiiI.II Willy Entered Blake 1922 Princeton obst reperousness. Carrying on the Hunt athletic tradition, “Muss” flashed about at end on the football squad and tripped a record number of opponents at wing on the hockey team. This year in a moment of weakness lie accepted the duties of baseball manager and successfully kept down the expenses by making the hoys play with stale oranges wrapped in cast-off shoe leather. As President .of the Senior Class, his dignity has been often ruffled, but never as much as when he collaborated with the Headmaster in dragging the football dummy up the back stairs. He extra-curriculared in dramatics and the glee club, and is planning to enter Princeton. Y ge Twenty-two

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TIIK 4 AM. 4» I'AX OF l»:tl Younti fellows will be young fellows. TllOlllilS ll kJM OII Humphrey Tom Entered Blake 1931 Yale When the smoke had cleared away and the wreckage had been swept out after Monday, September 14, 1931, somebody, in passing a dark corner, caught sight of a faint rustle in the shadows accompanied by a bewildered bleat. The sound, strongly reminiscent of the excited huffle of a snail in danger, was found to emanate from a rather awed and somewhat disillusioned southern lad. fresh from the heat-blistered oil fields of Oklahoma, who had been trampled down and thrust aside in the first barbaric rush of those “damn Yankees. ' Since that first terrifying day in the north woods, however, Tom Humphrey, “Gable to his friends and intimates, has adapted himself remarkably to the native customs of the Gopher State, although he still quails at the thought of venturing alone behind the field house for fear of meeting a wandering scalping party. Athletically, he has been prominent as a fancy diver, and scholastically, a shining example of Cleve's pedagogical ability. Outside of an annoying habit of carrying a photograph of his beloved above his heart, and a fatal inclination to pursue itinerant torch-singers, his amours have been completely above board. A prospective Yale man. he will go down in history as the first ever to find the gall to wear a double-breasted vest to Blake. Page Twenty-one

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THE ( ALL O' PAX OF 1»:M “Eating the bitter bread of banishment.' Kdwards Keeler Steve Entered Blake 1932 Yale When the class of 1934 convened in the fall of 1932, among their number was a certain Stephen Keeler, whose fame as a poet had blazed a trail from Chicago to Minneapolis with an overnight stop in Faribault. Soon his immortal verse and tingling line padded space in the Torch which heretofore—well, the less said the better. About this time someone discovered that this youth was also something of an artist. Advancing further in the realm of artistry than his fellow members of the Publications Board who limit their attempts to caricatures of Alias “Sludge” the Goon on all four walls of the Sanctum Sanctorum of the type and ink men. Steve managed to embellish the cover of the 1933 Call O’ Pan with a fairly accurate drawing of the school on the hill. Incidentally he liked it so well that you can see it on the cover of this one. After the dust had cleared away in the fall of '33, and Joe Clifford had whittled the number of his student activities offices down to somewhere in two digits, little Steve was found holding the hag, commonly known as the Kditor-in-Chief-ship. In the meanwhile he had given up his poetry and was now spending his time telling embryo Winchells why their literary efforts were unfit for publication in a high class rag such as his Torch. Lest one should suppose that Mr. Keeler gave ail his time to immortalizing the Torch (twice a month I let it he said here and now that Stephen has gone to play, been ousted from the Senior cave, and also rendered two very effective performances in the annual Blake Theatricals. As we watch him shed the sweat of his honest brow over the possible advent of a 1934 Call O’ Pan we are sure that Yale will find in our Steve another worthy son. Page Twenty-three