Minor High School - Iris Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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Statistics 1 S 2 S Friends. Teachers and Classmates: That I. Wilfred Snyder. Statistician of the Senior Class of l 25. after daysof dreaming, years of sleeping, two hours of swearing, no meals, and very little thinking, do hereby set down the statistics oil said Senior Class. Four years ago. a large group of ambitious Freshmen, loaded with books and seeking the pathway of knowledge entered this school, but Father Time. assisted by the Teachers, has greatly diminished our ranks until only a few remain. In this class there are forty-six varieties of humanity, also. I find there will lx six lawyers. twenty-eight teachers, fourteen housekeepers, twenty-three old inaids and young bachelors, and the rest will lx known to the world as loafers. To the best of my knowledge, the infant of the class is Josephine Walls, with Carl Posey and Otis Salter running her a tight race. 'I he total ages cf the girls are 5S‘ years and the total ages of the boys are 212 years, proving boys have more brains than girls. The combined ages would date back to the year 112- A.D. when our forefathers were under the feudal system and the father of Frederich I. was elected Emperor of Germany. The eyes of the class are all colors of the rainbow, pink eyes, blue eyes, green eyes, grey eyes, black eyes, to say nothing of those romantic brown eyes of Anne Brown and Thelma Thompson, they are the eyes that no man can forget. If all the classes should chew their chewing gum like Hannah Brown, the noise would have awakened King Tut. many years ago. If all the lipstick and powder used by this class was put in a pile it would make the Pyramids look like ant hills. If the directors of the movie could see some of the beauties of this class. Hollywood would move its site near Minor High, and I know Venus would turn green with envy if she could cast her eyes on some of the figures of this class. If all the leather used in shoes of this class was put together, it would make a tent large enough to cover the state of Texas and then have enough to cover Pratt City and part of Wylam. If all the manufacturers of wearing apparel for ladies slxxild depend on the modern flapixf of our class for their trade, they would be forced to close down nine-tenths of their factories. In order to give the gentle readers some idea of the modernity of our fair sex. we must say that the hosiery mills would start making ready rolled ho e only.” If the cloth used in making the balloon trousers worn by the Beau Brurnmels. Lawson Van Sant. Everette Jones. Girl Posey. Clyde Starnes, to say nothing of the insignificant author, was sewed together, it would be enough to swing a hammock from Los Angeles to Shanghai. With this small account gotten from two lawyers, with the help of Judge Ab. with many ideas suggested by Jim. our Janitor, and with the help of our renowned class of ’25. I present to you as accurate and concisely as posable, the weights, intelligence, manners,.etc., of said Senior Class. Wilfred Snyder, '25 Statistician. Twenty

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THE 1R IS Class History At last our dreams are about to lx- realized. Our aircastles have not proved imaginary oiul tumbled down on our heads. With a thrill of joy and a sense of importance we face the approaching day when this class will part and each go his own wn in life. This feeling is mingled with one of sorrow, for the time is near when we must bid adieu to the place where we have spent our happiest days. The memory uf these days will go with us thru life. [•'our short years ago we all assembled at Minor High. Everything was new—building, place, and companions. It seemed as if the four corners of the earth had sent out her raw material for Minor to finish and send out to the world as useful citizens, for they were students from every grammar school and junior high school lor miles around. These welded together made an ideal class. Those were the nits. ' and ‘'rats” we were, but we were not without honor in our own country. As this was the schools first year we were on more equal footing with the upper class-men than any “rats ' have ever been since. It is queer what sophisticated ideas can lx- crammed into a supposedly ignorant freshman's head. Well. Freshmen have dignity and pride its well as Seniors, and we were an up-to-date class so we had our share. We all kept our dignity and were comforted with the idea that seniors are made of “rats” that pass. Before anyone realized it we were elevated to the plane of Sophomore. Now it was our turn to yell, “rats ' rats. and now we are near our goal. The same crowd was back with new ones, from different places, to cast their lots with ours. Every oik made splendid records and felt better acquainted with high school fashions. We each carried the motto. “Don't give up the ship” and became known proverbially. Know it all. Sophs.” The first of our Junior year found us headstrong and ready to plunge into all unsolved problems and seeking a reputation even in the cannon's mouth. We all enjoyed a position that was next to best. Seniors! Doesn't the very word give one a thrill?' Only the ones that have been Seniors can understand. We thought we had pride and were dignified when we were rats. but we see how mistaken we were. We have almost readied the goal we have striven and worked for the last four vears. Our supreme moment will be reached when we don our caps and gowns and feel the bit of'paper that says we have finished with honor at dear old Minor High. Classes have come anil classes have gone but may the memory of the class of '25 live forever. Ciipitola Smith. Historian Nineteen

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Senior Class Poem Our dear old school is Minor High. The school we love so well But when we leave there will lx a cry. We bid you all Farewell. Farewell to Minor's girls and boys. And Facility we all say. We hope the future will bring you joys. And happiness every day. We hate to leave dear Minor High. And leave our friends behind We are leaving with a sigh, Because they were so kind. But now as we are going to part. And these few words we tell. We love Minor, with all our heart And bid the school FAREWELL. Mary Garrison. 25 Twenty-o c