East High School - Cardinal Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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A . THE CARDINAL BOARD Editor-in-Chicf............................................Samuel Sewall Business Manager.............................................Wyman C. C. Cole Assistant Editor.......................................Abraham L. Sugarman ASSOCIATE EDITORS f Margaret L. Anderson Literary...........................................-j Ruth L. Erwin (Edward C. Nicholson Art........................................................Dorothy Decker Society......................................................Katharine Baker ()rganizations.............................................Xorman Barden Athletics...................... ...........................Charles H. Davis Eiljhi

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My ( ear friends: Today is your time of dreams. To earn a little; to save a little: to labor honestly; to establish a home that shall be filled with peace and sweetened by love; to rant comfort and security to those who look to you for support,—ruddy childhood and whitened age: to provide for the far-off days, when the keepers of the house shall tremble, and those that look out of the windows shall be darkened:—to fulfill these sacred obligations with honor demands in man or woman courage that never falters and labor that never halts. And yet vour sacred obligations do not cease when you have cared for home and parents and children. The path from every door leads out to a life of turmoil, of struggle. of cruelty. And when stifled cries plead for protection, the strong arm of power seems palsied that it cannot trike. In a government where the people may be the rulers, theirs always is the responsibility, in imperial Germany, in parliamentary England, in republican United States, the people issues the final word of command. Accepting this tremendous responsibility, coming slowly to a knowledge of its power, the great unnamed people of all the world is moving out to a vaster region, where each recognizes the dependence of all. and there is no master and no slave. In the fullness of time, a new idea has been born. It cuts sheer across the fictitious boundaries that separate nations; it sweeps away sceptres and thrones. Chains of mountains cannot wall it in; nor can broad oceans hold back God’s truth. Now nowhere within tiie bounds of civilization can man live unto himself. Man is brutalized by the brutes he makes: and man is ennobled whenever he grants to humanity a new title of nobility. To give a little, but to labor more; to think earnestly, and to act fearlessly; to be kind: in all your doings to fulfill the Golden Rule of action,—who among you can do these things, he will bring true for himself the world's new dream of a beautiful life. Sincerely yours. F. Webster. Si l il

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 “Wasn't the frappe the best you ever tasted? The hall really looked quite partified. didn’t it? 1 think that was really an awfully nice thing for the teachers to do. Some freshmen were overheard talking thus a few days after the freshman reception. Yes. “It was an awfully nice thing for the teachers to do.” When the freshmen enter High School they are dazed by the newness of everything. They have no feeling of responsibility, they are laughed at by upper classmen because they are wee and look insignificant. Ily means of the reception given for the freshmen and their parents, the students were made to feel a sort of responsibility; they took part in the program, and they could really feel they were a part of the school. Their mothers and fathers were given an opportunity to see the building, and to meet Mr. Webster and the teachers. It helped to bring the students, parents, and teachers into a closer feeling of friendship and co-operation. We have heard that there is to be a reception for the upper classes as well as for the freshmen, and we hope that it is so. for this is surely a splendid movement on the part of the faculty, this effort to bring the students, parents, and teachers closer together and to make Hast High known and loved by the students, and understood and appreciated by their parents. The Sub “64-11-59-43 —Thud—Rush—Shouts. Out on the field the men are striving their hardest to beat Central. Pel ton rushes up and down the sidelines, fairly bristling with intense excitement, oblivious of everything except the game. Huey snaps the ball to Rees; Son Hamilton rips a vast chasm in the red-and-blue line: Mahoney looms up and crashes through the hole, over the goal! The whistle blows for time—. We won! Down on the sideline, a dressing-gowned figure suddenly springs up. seizes a long gown lying near, and runs out onto the field, to envelop the hero. “Who is that fellow? Oh. only a sub.—not good enough for the fir t team—not good enough to represent East—tried hard, but couldn’t make it—not much. I guess— only a sub. Then, above a great hubbub of voices, appears the victorious team, borne in this moment of victory on the shoulders of their cheering friends. Among the crowd.—almost lost sight of—the sub. They march shouting around the field and into the dressing room, packing it to the doors, and overflowing in a jostling mob outside, everyone shouting and XI iic