East High School - Cardinal Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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I BOYS’ GLEE CLUB

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But what could I do? Looking around for something to engage my attention I chanced upon my primer and began to read aloud, in a childish sing-song voice. The golden rod is yellow. The corn is turning brown. The trees in apple orchards. With fruit are bending down. Then it came upon me how absurd it was to be reading autumn poetry in spring. It was as bad as school, so I gave that up as a bad occupation. The sun was warm, the sound of the birds and bees drowsy, and before I knew it I was fast asleep. Sister, don't move! don’t stir! be perfectly still! I could almost fancy I was still asleep, yet I had heard that command too often, sometimes from an Indian, sometimes from a cow-boy, to dare disobey it; so I lay perfectly still, only opening my eyes for a moment in fright. For that moment I saw perfectly, then before my terrified vision everything seemed to swim. But that one instant was enough; I had seen a scorpion, most feared of all Texas insects, poised in midair, about to spring upon my bare little arm. Jim. playing hookey likewise, and happening by. had seen it too. Never pausing to think of personal danger the brave boy threw himself upon me and received the sting. The rest is always rather hazy in my mind. I dimly remember being carried home, and a long, long, afternoon when my brother’s life was despaired of. for the scorpion’s sting is fatal. How I hated myself for skipping.—and most of all for ever daring to doubt Jim’s chivalry! How he pulled through I have never known; but often in later years I have wondered if God in his great mercy and kindness did not spare him to us that I might make amends. That night up in Jim's room, where he was lying, white and spent, but safe at last, I buried my head on mother’s shoulder and sobbed out all my woes. My father waited until I was more quiet, and then, clasping Jim’s hand in his, he quoted softly, with a little catch in his voice. Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for a friend. —Kathleen Lee Murphy. 25

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The Junior Alphabet A is for Annual, hear ye and read. When you’ve bought one, yet another you’ll need. B begins Barnard. Bailie and Brown, Beware! Cur menagerie cometh to town. C stands for Caesar, and Cicero dear. They couldn’t scare Rome, so they had to come here. D is for Dreams of the lunch-hungry scholar. Purchased by means of the almighty dollar. E stands for Evans, to whom we all go. To have a good time, and to learn Cicero. F is for Fall and its Football careers. When our mouths are filled sweetly with fudge and with cheers G stands for Geometry, we've all had our fill. Specially those who had Marston, McNown, Fisher, and Hill. H is for Happiness, Halos, and Hash; To gain these, oh Juniors, pray do nothing rash. I is for Icicle, no rare fruit. I ween. But best when dished up with Fourth English and cream. 27