John A Johnson High School - Maroon Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

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VIOLET EKBERG: Now Violet, as I have been told, Wants knowledge more than she can hold. GRACE ELSTONE: She is just a faithful friend, One on whom we can depend. DORIS FALK: Modest, quiet, and reserved is she, Though jolliest of comrades she can be. MARIAN FISHER: Marian always will he true,- Such there are hut very few, MYRTLE FORSBERG: Of course I like the summer best, But school is my abode of rest. EDWARD FRENCH: He preaches little, argues less, Unless a girl is in distress. HELEN GIESE: So attentive each class, Surely an unusual lass. PAUL GLEMAKER: All the queer things that you say Almost take one's breath away. LOIS HANKE: ln whose orbs a shadow lies, Like the dusk in evening skies. LILA HARDENBROOK: She always braids her tlowing hair, That we may see the beauty there.

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Lai PREATTA CAMAC: Corridors were made to walk in: Not for little girls to talk in. CURA CARLSEN: Languid with unuttered bliss, She lives in thoughts of that and this. GRACE CARLSGN: When graduation time draws nigh, Of all good things she has her share. MARGUERITE COLLOPY: He cannot check his thought these days, But with unwearied wing it strays. ELAINE COLLOPY: When graduation time draws nigh, She'll courtesy a glad good-bye. MARGUERITE COLLOPY: Now mother thought it very sweet To call the baby Nlarguerite.'i MARIE DAVIDSON: Serenely pleasant, calmly fair, Soft her words as summer air. MAUD DONAIS: Eighth English class is my delight, Because l love so to recite. VIOLA DUNSMORE: How we wish we all could share Viola's lovely, wavy hair. HELEN EDDY: Her complexion, wrought by fairies, Rivals all the Queen Ann cherries.

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BEATRICE HOUSKA: A If men thwart thee, take no heed Sing thy song and do thy deed. HAROLD HECK: Ever some new tiny notion Putting every limb in motion. EDITH HEITMAN: A maiden fair, a maiden jolly, Opposed to all thatis melancholy. HUGH HOGAN: He seems to be just out of bed With sleepy eyes and tousled head. JOSEPH HOUGH: Sometimes he endures long waiting, Twixt delaying and debating. JAMES HUNT: He knew it, too,-most perfect pain, His hair grew curly in the rain. FRANK JACKSON: For scorn his silence is not meant,-- Often silence means consent. GERTRUDE JOHNSON: For that sweet, melodious voice, She has reason to rejoice. OSCAR JOHNSON: He seems to have so much to tell That we can scarce be listening well. MAY KAISER: Hire her: she has good typing speed, With spelling strictly guaranteed, we