East High School - Cardinal Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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I stands for Teachers, whom we love every one; And they love us Juniors-------like fun. U stands for Unity, each loyal class Loves it and its partners. Coherence and Mass. V is for Vincent, who always is here. Perhaps soon it will be for his Delphia dear. W is for Webster, Miss West, and Work; We fly from the first two. the last one wc shirk. X —Unknown quantity—rare double-plus. Unknown to all others but angels and Us. Y is for Yelling we make at a game. The victors?—Oh. well, they are always the same. Z is for Zeros, but no cause for dismay. The Juniors will triumph forever and aye. You can always tell a Senior,—but you can’t tell him much. JUitr W Caw ■ H 7m j f 'lb. 29

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J stands for Juniors, the pride of East High. Whose deeds will still live when long years have gone by. K stands for Kickerow, whose tireless brain. Has cruelly stuffed ours with Pompey and Pain, L is for Lunch, an elaborate one. The prices all range from three cents to one. M stands for Minus, which you get when you fail; No Junior ever got one,—’tis a sweet tale! N stands for Nicholas, we’ll weep when he’s gone: “ Tis an interesting experiment, but we must hasten on.’’ O is for O’Haras, who the Senior class run. They hold all its offices, and also its ’mon.’ P stands for Plus—better when doubled. With the getting of this no Junior is troubled. Q is for Quizzes, which monthly we dread. But sometimes in Physics we get Lecture instead. R is for Rooters, a right gallant team. Whose mission on earth is to bellow and scream. S stands for Strohmeicr. and Shillock so fair. For Shakspcare, and likewise 4 at - 28

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The Class of ’07 Way. way back in the dark ages the present Seniors were termed Freshmen. They were, as is the custom with Freshmen, absurdly young and absurdly inexperienced. They didn’t know Mr. Fyar.s from Mr. Couper, nor Miss Shillock from Miss Roe. They wandered cheerfully about University avenue, searching for Klettenberg’s bakery. Yet even at this early stage the '07ers gave evidence of unusual intelligence and promise. One of their number actually printed a paper, and boldly launched it upon the Fligh School sea, to battle with the winds of Senior disfavor and scorn. It was a brave little ship, and it sailed serenely along its course, cheered and beloved by the students. Can’t you remember your pride and joy when the ’’Limpet’’ published that article on “Advance in Art’’ that was regarded so approvingly by Miss Jeter? And your family at home beamed proudly at you when you modestly announced at the supper table that an article of yours had appeared in print, in a magazine of wide repute and fame. This Freshman year was the time when all the girls took algebra of Mr. Fisher, and the boys were remarkably interested in Latin, which was taught them by Miss Harris. I he ’07 Freshmen looked upon life as a grave and serious thing: in short, a kind of battle. This was evidenced by their struggles in algebra, their attacks of English, and at the end their triumphal entry into Sophomordom. At the beginning of the Sophomore epoch the ’07 girls experienced quite a shock. Oh, the horror of being called Miss Smith by Mr. Couper! The embarrassment and mortification of that first day, when he called insistently for Miss Smith, while you sat quite still in your seat, anxiously waiting for Miss Smith to rise. And then as it dawned on you. the sinking feeling at your heart, as you said meekly, Do you mean me? and rose trembling to your feet, while the Seniors in the room giggled appreciatively. The Sophomore year was not marked by any signal event. It was a year when the ’07ers applied themselves industriously to their books, and advanced surely, tho quietly, in all directions toward prominence. It was in the Junior year that the class burst forth into all its fame and glory. The ’06 Seniors noted with alarm that the Juniors increased daily in power and renown. When the class was duly, organized, and each member boasted a pin, there was no limit to the Juniors’ pride and joy. 30