East High School - Cardinal Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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These Junior days were signalized by many important events. The Seniors had watched their underclassmen’s progress with increasing wrath, and when one day the Junior boys appeared in blue and gold socks, the bomb burst. The battles waged at recess were fast and furious. The warriors turned up at their fifth period classes weary, tardy, and rather the worse for wear. One day, however the Junior boys were sent to their homes at the beginning of school, with orders to remove the offending hose. But the Juniors were nothing daunted by the untimely death of their gorgeous socks. It was not long before a challenge to the Seniors appeared upon the bulletin board, of strange and curious nature. Taking pity on the Seniors’ helplessness and rage, the Juniors had kindly changed the mode of warfare from a pitched battle to a harmless game of tid-aledy winks, to be played under unusual conditions. The Seniors, so the challenge read, would be afforded a police protection, and no loud talking to affright them would be allowed. Somehow this challenge was not popular. Its consequences were sudden and dire. I he notice was removed from the board, and one of the Junior boys lived, at home for several days. The Seniors and the Juniors seemed to realize, after this, that if comfort is desired, people living under the same roof must dwell in peace. It was also in this notab’e year that each Junior discovered latent and unsuspected mathematical ability. Under the influence of Mr. Nicholas each ’07er became a renowned and wondrous physicist. The hours spent in the laboratory, the ceaseless repitition of interesting experiments, the worn-out books and the still more worn-out Juniors, all gave evidence of their untiring zeal and enthusiasm for physics. What time the Junior boys could steal from physics they devoted to athletics, and the excitement over the school field-meet waxed strong. No '07er will ever forget the joy of that night, after the long afternoon when the Junior boys carried off the honors and were victorious over the ambitious Seniors. Aside from studies and athletics, the Juniors did rot neglect the social side of life. The Junior-Senior reception in the spring was the result of much labor and thought, for the Juniors were not rich.—in anything but brains and ingenuity. However, the reception was a success, and fully repaid for all the time and strength spent in preparation. The third year with its fun. its business and its studying—in other words, its physics. —went all too fast. June came before the Juniors had time to think, and with the exit of the graduating class the Juniors became Seniors. Ihcy turned from the joys and delights 31

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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

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of luniordom to the responsibility that comes with the last year of the four spent in High School. In spite of being Seniors, and grave and dignified as the term implies, the fourth-year student found they were still young enough to enjoy life. The first duty of the boys was, of course, to educate the new Juniors and teach them their place. It did not take long to accomplish this. There is not much said about those strifes, for the Seniors do not deem them worthy of mention, and the Juniors—well, have conveniently forgotten them, perhaps. But the Juniors look uncomfortable and the Seniors look wise when a certain emblem of the third year is mentioned. The days of football were thrilling and full of excitement, and when the team came off victorious with the city championship, the delight of the High School knew no bounds. The Seniors hope that next year’s team may do as well, altho with the exit of the graduating class go many of the prominent heroes. The class play was next in turn. It was more work than anyone who has never tried such things can possibly suspect, and if it had not been for the untiring help of Mr. Couper and Mr. Pendleton the Senior play might not have been any sort of success. The ’07 class offers to Mr. Couper and Mr. Pendleton the unbounded thanks which is their due. They also wish to thank those Juniors who insistently haunted the auditorium, and so materially aided the progress of the play. The social life during Senior year was especially delightful. The Juniors have much to anticipate. Altho this last year has surpassed all others in glory and renown, the truly eventful and wonderful days lie ahead. There is much to be done in the few weeks that remain. With class day, and baccalaureate, and lastly graduates to close this chapter in our lives, what more could one wish? The Seniors hope the Juniors will enjoy their last year as much as the ’07ers have enjoyed this. East High School has given the Seniors much, more than they can ever repay. As the Seniors leave it for the joys and responsibilities of college and university, it is with more than one pang of regret. One thing is certain. East Side High School may always rest assured of the loyalty and love of the class of 1907. —Margaret B. Clark, Valedictorian. 32