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

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as M5300 i.3Q2f2..f Act III: Scene ll. The Assembly Room. The romantic junior to another junior girl across the aisle: ul am on the committee for the junior-senior, and this reception is going to be the best ever. You missed a good time when you missed the Clown Party. The decorations were artistic and original. Green, red, orange, and yellow con- fetti was usecl. l had loads of fun playing, 'Rachel, where art thou?' 'Leap frog,' and 'Poison Snakef ul told one of the boys that he made a good looking clown, and now he won't speak to me. Here comes Miss Freeman: l think l had better go to work. Act IV: Scene l. Johnson High School. There is a sound of lamentation and sorrow. The senior boys come weeping down the hall. They are about to perform the last sad rites over the body of Poor English, The Rev. lVlr. Colberg conducts the service with great solemnity. A heavily veiled person, whose trousers show beneath its dress, and whose white collar and tie can be seen, weeps copious tears and mutters again and again: My poor boy. He's dead. Who'd a thunk it? Two girls attending the funeral find time to discuss a less melancholy subject. First Girl: What was the Christmas assembly about? I was ill at the time and missed it. Second Girl: The seniors gave the assembly. They presented The Shoemaker and the Elves, and Santa gave some very useful gifts to the faculty. Third Girl: Girls, l am on the war path. l bought a ticket for the senior matinee dance and now l see, by the date on the ticket, that the dance has been given already. l am ten cents in the hole, and the worst of all, some one is chuckling over my gullibilityf' Act IV: Scene l. First Senior: ulsnit this the poorest picture you ever saw? Second Senior: Yes, but it looks so natural. First Senior ftartlyl: Thank you. Second Senior fconfusedlyjz Don't misunderstand me. What lmean is that the picture is not very good, but they do you justice. First Senior: Never mind. You keep on getting deeper and deeper all the time. Second Senior fdeparting mumblinglz H 'When l consider'-'When l consider'-Let me see. Oh, yes, 'How my light.' lt's too bad. l knew it a short time ago, but itis gone now: and just when l need most to know it. Some time later the two seniors stopped to discuss topics of general interest. First Senior: Well, we have made our last contribution to the Gleam, the Junior-Senior reception and play are over, and the last ordeal is the commencement exercises. After the commencement exercises comes the beginning of the end. 27

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as Mass T C'X:?Lf tease a freshman. If l see any of them in need of help, l'll be ready to assist thernf, Freshman: Could you tell me where l can keep my lunch and my Wraps?,' President of Soph class fleading freshman toward closet in room I9J: Put your wraps and lunch right in that room. Don't be afraid, go right in. fAsideJ Won't he get a fright when he meets the skeleton? Secretary: And l thought you were going to assist the freshmen. President: ul couldn't resist itg he acted so unsophisticatedf, A short time later. The Talkative Girl: Oh, dear me, l am about all in after that party yesterday. We certainly had a fine time. The Ouiet Girl: Yes, it w ,.,,,,,,,.,, The Talkative Girl interrupting: HThe boxing match was so comical. The Quiet Girl: mlqhe a ........ H Talkative Girl: The auction? Did you like that? Yes, l think the Whole party, eats and entertainment included, was a great success. I feel so benevolent after voting to take five dollars out of the class treasury to pay for a Thanksgiving dinner for a poor family. l hope, when they send the food, they will send in my name, as having contributed. They are not going to send a list of the contributors? Oh, how disappointing! The quiet girl: ul don't mind in the least, but it is rather disappointing to one who thinks her name, like Ben Adhem's, should head the listf' Act ll: Scene ll. The Assembly. The balcony is thronged with sophomores all wearing green caps. Mil- dred Westerlund, dressed as an old lrish woman, extends a welcome in the name of the wearers of the green caps, the sophomores. Play within a play: The lrish Woman: We present, for your edilication this morning, two plays: The first play, Pat's Letter with Judith Schilling as Katie, and Albin Nelson as Pat: the second play, the Pot of Broth by William Yeats in which we have Charles Peabody, Grace Schoeller, and Melvin Brandies taking the leading parts. The sophomores will sing their class song, and then some of the girls are going to entertain you with an lrish dancef, During the presentation of the play the audience shows a growing ad- miration for the talented sophomores. Act lll: Scene l. Phalen Park. Around the fire, flaming and blue and red in the crisp autumn air, are crouched many dark forms. The air is full of suspense and excitement. One of the junior girls screams: Oh, Charles, look out! You are going to let the marshmallow fall into the fire. Oh, now it's burned! Charles: I like 'ern that way. A Romantic Junior Girl: lsn't this thrilling? just look at the moon. Every one agreed that it was thrilling, and why should they not be thrilled? Were there not wieners, buns, apples, cocoa, and marshmallows enough for all? Later in the evening Florence Petersen demonstrated the power of music has to soothe the savage breast. Thus ended a delightful evening and many a junior dreamed that night of having served for dinner music on the half shell. 26

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ff?-Q 93553100 N CEM CLASS PROPHECY Heavenly powers! ls there no corner in which a man can hide when fleeing from justice? l fled to Egypt to conceal myself in some dusky corner inhabited by mummies. It was evening. l stole into the tomb of Rameses ll, hoping there to escape for a while from my pursuers. l groped among the musty ruins and against the wall l perceived the figures of four mummies. By the dim light l recognized Victoria Boreen, Ethel Swanson, Grace Lundstrom, and lrene King, wives of the once famous king. l Hed in terror from these familiar faces. After several days, journey through the blistering sands l arrived in Arabia where l spent the night in an Arab's tent. The man was courtesy itself throughout the meal. We rolled ourselves up in the tent and pro- ceeded to sleep. ln the middle of the night l awoke to the strains of fa- miliar snoring. l rose on my elbow and crawled, with perspiration on my brow, toward the seemingly strange figure. l swiftly turned his face up- ward, his red hair tumbled out from under his turban. It was Evert Swan- son. ln the black of the night l fied across the desert once more, making my way toward Persia. l spent several days in one of the large cities, and l beheld a peddler selling Jews I-larps. It was George Hoppe. l quickly left the city as l was sure he would recognize me. ln Turkey I was arrested and brought before the Sultan. To my sur- prise l found him to be Herbert Childs. He was dressed in gorgeous rai- ment, and by his side stood two attendants, Henry Sundgaard and Casmir l..esky. They were delighted to see me and dismissed the charge against me at once. l was entertained by the harem, consisting of lVlaybelle Keener, Florence Schmidt, Margaret Wallblom, Queen Fisher, lVlajella Kucheman and Lucille lVlcGuire. They were all eating chocolates and looked fat and con- tented. After several days in the protection of the Sultan, I was warned to flee, for the police were again on my trail. l went to the jungles of Arcquana in the South, Seas. The ship l boarded was old and covered with barnacles, and we feared any moment that it might go down. To lessen the weight the passengers decided that one should be thrown overboard, and he was immediately swallowed by a shark. No sooner had the shark swallowed him when with a writhing mo- tion he belched forth the man upon our decks. It was Ben Gottfried, yell- ing Holy Smoke! The sailors immediately carried him below so l es- caped notice. The captain and his crew looked worried as we were approaching a dangerous whirlpool. The green water arose in great billows and immedi- ately sank down into a funnel-like depression. As the water receded the mast of a ship rose into view and clinging to it were Violet Jackson, Bjarne l..orentzen and Verna Norsted. Finally the desperate face of the captain, Stanley I-loveland, came into View but some action beneath the surging wa- ters prevented us from helping these unfortunate beings, and we passed on and landed on the island of Fiji. The savages received me in a friendly fashion and seemed anxious to show me something in the interior of the island. A guide led me to a vil- lage on the side of a mountain. l was surprised to see a sign board in the 28