Mechanic Arts High School - M Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

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TH E Mu THE CLASS WILL We, the class of 1929, in the county of Bliss, in the state of Mental Blankness, do publish and declare this to be our final will and testimony.- CCopyrighted.H First, we direct that our executors, herein named, to first pay all our just debts and expenses, including bills in the lunch room and elsewhere. Second, we give, devise, and bequeath: Cor sell if we canj-- ARTICLE 1. To Nlr. Lange: ' 1. The great sport of taking the new Seniors on expeditions to Spring Lake. KO, they have some of the nice rainstorms out there.j 2. The pleasure of being able to say after we have become famous that we were his pupils, ARTICLE 2. To Nlr. Hillard: 1. The fun of meeting the new students in the first floor corridor at about 8:33 each morning. 2. The pleasure and labor of making our excuse blanks for our succes- sors. ARTICLE 3. To Miss Creglow: 1. The supreme bliss of having been adviser to such a brilliant class as that of 1929. ARTICLE 4. To Miss Copley and Miss Deem: 1. The opportunity to teach to the new Seniors the works of Messrs. Bacon and Milton. r 2. The fun of hearing the aforementioned Seniors recite Studies, that much loved essay by Francis Bacon. ARTICLE 5. To our other Teachers: 1. The vacation they so richly deserve after the strenuous time they had teaching us. ARTICLE 6. To the new Seniors: l, The joy 'of being Seniors and paying Senior dues, etc, 2, The pleasure derived from Friendship, Revenge, Paradise Lost and other such literary difficulties. 3. The job of 'ltotin' that 10-lb. volume called Newcomer-Andrews Twelve Centuries of English Literature. ARTICLE 7. To the Juniors : 1. The monetary worries that precede the J. S. 2. The lovable work of giving informals, t ARTICLE 8. To the Sophomores: l. The honor of wearing their first sport sweaters and long panties. 2. .lust the dignity of sudden elevation. 3. The exercise derived from lugging those heavy, brown brief cases. 4. Our much used copies of Five Plays of Shakespeare. Page Fourteen

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THE MU BEAUTY AND ME By DQROTHY WHITBECK, '29 That heading doesn't mean anything--no one ever associates the two. It's just one of life's paradoxes that I should know something about acquir- ing looks. As this is about human beauty-or lack of it-I've tried to decide whether I ought to start at the legs and work up, start at the hair and work down, or start in the middle and broaden out. The latter I happen to be do- ing personally-but that's another story. I think I'll start at the most im- portant item-the figure, and the reduction of it. You may laugh at woman's dieting and doing the high-kick so that she'll represent a broom handle, but there isn't a man who won't pull his coat tight to show his slender hips, or wear knickers to display his shapely legs--if he has them. Man will never understand the real tragedies of woman's life. I've spent hours rotating my legs madly in air, as I counted one, two, Cpuffj one, two- and do I measure any less in yardage of circumference? I've walked perfect miles on my toes Without resting-are my ankles willowy? I've lifted suites of furniture thousands of time CI may exaggeratej but are my arms tenderly rounded? Now for faces. Sadly I admit that those on magazine covers are in the minority. The only- skin I'd love to touch is that of a fox-around my neck: I've tried to ward off a bad complexion by reaching for a Lucky instead of a sweet, but all I've been rewarded by is a slap on the fingers. My girl friend had been sick, and I went to see her. My dear! I cried at first sight, You're deathly pale-what is it? Anxiety must have been in my face, for she laughed, and told me not to worry. You see, it's only my complexion,-mask. I'm not sure, but I think a better way would be to apply a porous plaster to the face, and when it is pulled off-no skin, no skin troubles. However, I haven't tried it, for I've been more interested in my expression. Honestly, you know, a girl with pearly teeth like mine ought to laugh oftener, but fat cheeks don't improve the picture. I read in the Cogwheel that sleeping on a collar button would pro- duce a dimple. I didn't have a collar button, so I used my finger-I couldn't write for a Week afterward. I've heard surgeons can make permanent dimples -I guess they cut out a patch of skin and sew the hole together. I wouldn't risk that, though, for it'd be just my luck to have them knot the thread, and my dimple would be a wart. Still. if a girl has beautiful hair, that is enough. l've eaten burnt crusts till my stomach is black, and does my hair curl? I got upi courage to have it permanented, and now it resembles the mane of a rocking horse, after three kids with carmelly fingers have been ighting over it. And yet--and yet- you should have seen it before. Music By LORRAINE Gow, '29 Upon the stillness of the night I hear the music of the breeze: It plays upon a mellow harp Fashioned from the leafiess trees. The music of past centuries Soft and low it plays for me- The winging birds add to the wind A lonely, broken melody! Page Thirteen

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THE M ARTICLE 9. To the Ereshmen: l. All the bottom lockers, 2. The unexpressible joy of an eighth period. 3. A varied supply of alibis and permanent excuses including the one about the street car. - ARTICLE l0. To the Janitors: l. Our worn-out gum which they will find under our seats in the as- sembly hall. ARTICLE ll. To the Cogwheel: l. The honor of printing our pictures and obtaining interviews with us when we become famous. Lastly, we nominate and appoint Al Smith, Baron Munchausen, Will Rogers, Sinclair Lewis, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde ,as executors of this our last will and testimony. In testimony whereof, being of unsound and wandering wit, fwe have studied mathematics without any relief, which proves that Bacon is all wetj we have subscribed our name and affix our seal. ON WHAT TO DO AFTER GRADUATION By REGINA BLACKowsK1, '29 At last, after six years of hard work and constant study, I'm ready to graduate. Am I dumb? Of course not! But, just like a married man, I'm not understood. And now comes a disturbing thought into my once peaceful mindw-what to do after graduation? Of course, I want to work. Do I know what kind of a job I want? Oh, yes, it rnust be easy, and command a large salary. I suppose I have some talent Cit's obviously hidden thoughj. Sing? Well, to tell the truth, most of my experience in that line has been acquired in the bathtub. How about Art? CI blushj. Oh, you mean Art in the sense of drawing? I imagine I could draw modernistically. That is very simple- just draw one thing, label it another, and there you are. But I hear to be a really smart artist, one must turn Bohemian and eat in small Italian restaurants, and as I simply abhor spaghetti, I guess that's out. Nursing is also a splen- did vocation: but nurses wear white uniforms, and white is not at all becom- ing to me. I suppose I could be someone's secretary, but I haven't a head for business. Ask Dad, he knows! Bookkeeping is out of the question. Height always makes me dizzy, and the tall columns of Hgures used in bookkeeping are really appalling. Amelia and Trudie have beat me in the new worlds to conquer am- bition. Amelia flew across the ocean, and the latter swam the Channel. I really could swim the Atlantic CI don't recall its having been done beforej if it weren't for one thing-I don't know how to swim. I planned to make an expedition to the North or South pole, but Dorothy claims I would talk the Eskimos to death. . This really leaves me only two alternatives+I shall either go to darkest Africa and teach the natives the Bendola, or go to College. I don't know much about Africa fl never was very good in geographyj but I know that College is a place where one wears a coon coat, joins a sorority, goes to Junior balls and Senior proms, and writes to Dad in between times for money. My folks declare I'm quite an expert at the last, so I guess it's College for me. My future is decided!!!! Page Fifteen