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The university high school
IS ONE OF THE UNITS OF THE UNIVERSITY IN WHICH I HAVE A PECULIAR INTEREST. I HAVE WATCHED IT GR )W AND DEVELOP FOR SEVEN YEARS. IT HAS A TEACHING CORPS OF UNUSUAL EXCELLENCE. AND A SPIRIT OF LOYALTY A ND CO- OPERATION THAT CHARACTERIZES FEW HIGH SCHOOLS. THE B U S Y ATMOSPHERE OF THE SCHOOL. ITS DEVI)TION TO I II!'. RIGHT STANDARDS OF SCIK )LARSIIIP, THE GENERAL PARTICIPATION OF STUDENTS AND FACULTY ALIKE IN EVERYTI11XG TI L T MINISTERS TO THE WELFARE OF THE SCHOOL MAKE IT UNIQUE AMONG HIGH SCHOOLS GENERALLY. TO THE SENIORS, I WOULD ADD THAT FOUR YEARS AT THE UNIVERSITY HIGH SCHOOL HAVE BEEN FOUR YEARS OF OPPORTUNITY, THE VALUE OF WHICH THEY WILL APPRECIATE MORE WITH THE PASSING YEARS THAN THEY DO AT THE PRESENT TIME.
L. D. COFFMAN.
TO MRS. ADA M. BING, SYMPATHETIC ADVISER OF THE SENIOR CLASS. WHOSE TIRELESS EFFORTS AND UNERRING JUDGMENT HAVE FOR TWO YEARS GUIDED ITS ASPIRATIONS, THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED.
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William D. Reeve
Standing—Smith. Bourgoin, Reeve, Mubman. Stockwell, Bing, Dickenson'. Smith.
Ton ill. Incus. Morehouse Sitting—Keefe. McGuire, Rollefson, Own. Denneen
Melvin E. Haccerty. Ph.D.: Dean «»f College of Education "William I). Reeve. B.S.; Principal of University High School "Walter Ray Smith. A.B ; Mathematics -Margaret McGuire, B.S.: Mathematics —Rewey Belle Incus, B.A.: English -Dora V. Smith. M.A.: English "Ada M. Bing, B.A.; English "Marie B. Denneen, B.A.: Latin -Clara McCluskky, B.A.: Latin -Agnes Keefe. B.A.; French -Suzanne Bourgoin, Ecole Superieure; French —Sophia Hubman, M.A.: German —August Dvorak. B.S.: Chemistry
— K. F.. Roi.lefson, B.A.: Physics
— Ruby May Coon. B.S.: Home Economics "Sherman Dickenson, M.A.: Agriculture -Lynne E. Stockwell. B.S.; Manual Training
— Louis A. Tohii.l. M.A.: History and Social Science -Frances M. Morehouse, M.A.; History
— Henrietta Browning. B.S : Physical Education.
TilK Class »f l‘)22 wishes to express its appreciation to Mr. Powers for the capable work which, as Class Adviser, he did for it during the first two years of its existence.
Mrs. Bing, Clark, Bailey, Hummei., Shaw, Cheney, Christenson, Woods, Canfield. Hickey, Barlow, Eckles. Anderson, Cu re
The 1922 “Bisbila” Board
General Business Manager
.....Helen Baru w
. 11 elen Christenson ... Marjorie Cheney
...Mrs. Ada M. Bing
Page EightPage .VineSeniors
President of Senior Class: Campus Breeze Staff: Senior Vaudeville: Hi-Y: Dramatic Club: Class Treasurer, '19, '20: Class Play. “And they called him 'Sir Hass.’
For he did conduct affairs exceedingly tcell.”
Vice-President of Senior Class; Bisbila Board; Campus Breeze Staff: Dramatic Club: Acme: Lc Petit Cerclc: Senior Vaudeville; Class Secretary, ’20: Class Play.
"I. too, can scrawl, and once upon a time.
I poured along the town a flood of rhyme."
Secretary of Senior Class; Senior Vaudeville; Dramatic Club: Le Petit Cerclc.
“A mere slip of a dainty miss."
Senior Class Treasurer; Campus Breeze Staff, '20, 21, ’22: Senior Vaudeville: Hi-Y; Dramatic Club: “I"’ Club: Football. '20. '21: Class President. 21: Class Play.
“Good nature, muscle and grit combined."
Senior Vaudeville; Acme; Dramatic Club; I-e Petit Ccrclc.
" The reward of things zccll done is to have done it."
Bisbila Board; Senior Vaudeville; Ili-Y; Lc Petit Ccrclc.
"Such a U'ar of zvhite and red teas in his cheeks
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Bisbila Board: Campus Breeze Staff; Senior Vaudeville; Dramatic Club; Le Petit Ccrclc; Class President, 20; Class Play.
good scout, and this epithet covers a lot.”
Bisbila Board: Senior Vaudeville; Dramatic Club; “UM Club; Football. 21: Basketball, 21. 22; Baseball. 20. 22.
"He I. nou s most who knows he knows little:'
Senior Vaudeville: “U" Club: Football, ’20. •21: Basketball. 21, 22: Baseball, 20. 21. ’22.
"What if my words were meant far deeds!"
Senior Vaudeville; Dramatic Club; Class Play.
"SueIt a beautiful little fellow, and his pictures are so cute."
LIDA BUR RILL
Senior Vaudeville: Acme; “U” Girl: Orchestra.
"She's wisest it seems who avoids extremes.'
Bishila Board: Campus Breeze Staff: Senior Vaudeville; Dramatic Club: Football. ’20. 21; Basketball, 21. 22: Baseball. 19. 20. 21. ’22: “U” Club; Class Vice-President. '20; Class Play.
He has to pass twice in the same place to make a shadow.'Seniors
Bishila Board; Senior Vaudeville; "U” Girl; I e Petit Cerclc.
“Harmless, perfectly harmless
Bishila Board; Senior Vaudeville: Dramatic Gub; I-e Petit Cercle.
“Oh helfe thou my «rake icit and sharpen my dull tong."
Bishila Board; Senior Vaudeville: Acme: Lc Petit Cerclc: Class Secretary. 21.
“Her air had a meaning, her movements a grace,
You'd turn from the fairest to look on her
Bishila Board: Campus Breeze Staff: Senior Vaudeville: "U" Club; Orchestra : Football. 20. 21: Class Play.
"When pleasure and duty clash, let duty go to smash ”
Senior Vaudeville; Dramatic Club: Le Petit Cerclc.
"A simple child,
Thai lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb.
It hat should it know of deatht"
Bisbila Board: Campus Breeze Staff. ’22: Senior Vaudeville, ’21, ‘22: Dramatic Club: Lc Petit Cerclc: Class Play.
"Case into her eyes and you will see an angel, (.'ace a little deeper and you'll see an imp."
Senior Vaudeville: Dramatic Club.
“She pounds the piano, she pounds on the ball, She runs round in circles and outplays them
Senior Vaudeville: "U” Girl; Orchestra; Le Petit Ccrcle.
".Vo matter how hard she falls, she only plays the harder '
Page Pour teenSeniors
Senior Vaudeville: Dramatic Club: La Petit Cerclc: Acme: “U” Girl.
“ row, when I trueh rirgil, Miss Dennecn—”
Senior Vaudeville; Dramatic Club; Lc Petit Cerclc.
‘‘She tells you flatly what her mind is.'
Campus Breeze Staff: Senior Vaudeville: Lc Petit Cercle.
7 can play. can sing, dramatise, or anything."
AUDREY FOX Wessington Springs High School. '19. '20. ’21. “Her past lies in her future."
Dramatic Club: Lc Petit Cercle; Pillsbury Academy, '19. 20. 21.
“How sxveet arc looks that ladies bend on whom their favors fall."
Senior Vaudeville: Dramatic Club.
"A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance.''
MARY FRANCES GRAHAM
Campus Hreeze Staff; Senior Vaudeville: Dramatic Club; Class Vice-President, 21: Le Petit Cercle.
“I'll be hapfy. I'll be free.
I’ll be sad for nobody."
Senior Vaudeville; Dramatic Club; I.c Petit Cercle.
"Then Homer smote his lyre and cried.
7 sing of arms and the man.' "
WINIFRED HI LG EDI CK
Hi-Y; “I" Club: Baseball, 21, 22.
“Blessed be the man u‘ho expects nothing, For he shall not be disappointed."
Senior Vaudeville; Hi-Y; "I"' Club; Football, ’21; Basketball. '22; Baseball. '21.
“To shake off toil and trouble.
lie quit his books, for fear of growing double.”
Risbila Board: Campus Breeze StatT: Senior Vaudeville: Acme: UM Girl: Le Petit Ccrcle.
“She’s awfully shy. or else she's got the teachers fooled.”
Senior Vaudeville: Dramatic Club; Football. 21: West High, '19, 20. '21.
“Better be first in a small Iberian village, than second in Rome.’'
Senior Vaudeville; Acme: “t "' Girl: Junior-Senior Debate.
“Linked sweetness, long drawn out."
Senior Vaudeville: Dramatic Club: Sheffield High School, la.. T9, ’20. 21.
"Full many a rose was meant to blush unseen
Senior Vaudeville: Lc Petit Cerclc.
" have lived long enough, hazing seen one thing.
That lot c hath an end."
MARIAN LARSON Dramatic Club, ’21.
"I may be quiet, but I have a good time."
Bisbila Board; Campus Breeze Staff. '21. ’22: Senior Vaudeville; Dramatic Club; Class Vice-President. '19; Class Play.
"Needles and pins, needles and pins.
When a girl studies her trouble begins."
THEODORA N ER11A CGEX
Senior Vaudeville; Dramatic Club.
“Her i oice was ever soft, gentle and low— a maddening thing in a class room"
Senior Vaudeville; Orchestra.
"Fair, fair, and twice as fair, els fair as any may be.
The fairest shepherd on the green, A lore for any lady."
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Senior Vaudeville; Le Petit Cerclc.
“Looks at you as if she thought you were rough."
Senior Vaudeville; Dramatic Club; Orchestra; I-e Petit Cerclc.
“Our JJ-year-old prodigy
Hisbila Board: Campus Breze Staff; Senior Vaudeville.
"And I learned about women from her”
"Hard he laboured, long and well, Over his work the boy's curls fell."
M ARGARET TMOMPSON
Senior Vaudeville; Dramatic Club; Orchestra; Lc Petit Cercle; Gass Play.
"And ne’er shall I swerve from the path of duty."
ROBERT TVRELL Dramatic Club; Hi-V; Junior-Senior Debate.
“Just at the age ’tivixt boy and youth, li'hen he is cutting his udsdotn tooth.”
BENJAMIN WELLS Senior Vaudeville; Dramatic Club.
“Just a minute till ask Mamma.”
DORIS WINCH ELL Senior Vaudeville; Dramatic Club.
“She needs no eulogy, she speaks for herself.”
JOSEPH WOODS Bisbila Board; Hi-V; Dramatic Club. “The easel is his favorite toy.1
Page Turnty-oncClass Will
TO WHOM it may concern:
We, the Seniors of University High School, members of the Class of '22, of our own accord, and in full possession of our rightful senses, do, individually and collectively, as our last will and testament, hereby give, bequeath, bestow, and confer the following things together with all rights or privileges arising therefrom or appertaining thereto, to the following beneficiaries:
FIRST: Doris Anderson, in aspiring to perpetuate this time-honored
society, leaves to the aspirant. Dorothy Every, her membership in Acme.
SECOND: Eileen Kyle will surely shine next year, for Katherine Hummel and Ruth Eckles do leave her their glasses, meant to be worn in classroom only, together with their ensuing powers of making her appear studious.
THIRD: Dana Hailey. Leslie Blomberg, and Eric Horglin confer their athletic build and ability upon Cecil Hanson.
FOURTH : Kenneth Francis wills to Philip Harlow his ability of successfully bluffing through so many subjects at once.
FIFTH: Emily Curtiss, Margaret Erickson, and Imogen Foster have given up their most cherished accomplishments, to sing, to jazz the ivory, and to speak and act like a true French damsel to Lorna Scott, to enable her to realize her ambition of becoming a member of the Orpheum circuit.
SIXTH: May Mackintosh graciously bestows her “willowyness” to
Eleanor King; to Millicent Mason she leaves her cradle roll, her host of Freshmen.
SEVENTI1 : Nibs C lure. Frank Shaw, and Hen Wells managed to scrape together these articles between themselves: One bottle hair oil, 20 cents in credit at the cigar store, and a new dance step. These donations go to Herbert Hathaway, to be used with due respect and proper judgment.
EIGHTH : Helen Christenson wills her “hot line” to Paul Smith, and
all frat pins, rings, and telephone numbers from Hainline to Ida Levine.
NINTH: David Canfield benevolently bestows a few feet of surplus
length to Clifford Beal. To Ole. he leaves his dashing “caveman” costume: namely, his hob-nailed boots and his army shirt.
TENTH: Florence Pierce and Marjorie Cheney, without hesitation,
decree that Pansy Todd shall inherit their childish pranks and cunning
ELE ENTH : Lawrence Anderson and Victor Olson have compounded formulae for “peroxide hair” and rose-blossom cheeks. These they leave to the coming dukes of "U“ Hieh, Robert Dameron and George Smith.
TWELFTH: Doris Winchell and Robert Tyrell, being of kind and condescending natures, leave their supply of “hot air” with the accompanying vocabulary to Anna Olson. Doris bestows upon Anna her poise and self-confidence of delivery.
THIRTEENTH: When first assessed, Gregory Ladd wouldn’t leave a thing. With much meditation he conferred some of his omnipotent manner upon Philip Le Compte.
FOURTEENTH: Elizabeth Flather, Esther Rockwell, and Betty Morgan bless Marian Halberg with the benefits of their combined complexion, eyes, and hair.
FIFTEENTH : Lida Burrill, wishing to uphold the scholastic standards of “U” High, deeds her four A’s to Jim McConnell.
SIXTEENTH : Alice Hickey, being a thrifty soul, gives to Marguerite W allace, a kindred spirit, all chances of winning the one dollar prizes for write ups for the “My Most Embarrassing Moment” column in the Journal. Page Twcuty-tewSEVENTEENTH : James Perkins grants to Rowly Moulton the privilege of carrying on the work he has so nobly begun, that called the “Locker Room Reform.” To anyone, he gratefully leaves the task of trying to appear irresistible while running the Breeze and Senior class.
EIGHTEENTH: Marian Larson, in consideration of the “Skippers’
Union ’ wills to Bertha Eield her afternoons “off.”
NINETEENTH: Fanny Graham and Margaret Morris donate the
remaining issues of their joint subscription to the “Twin City Reporter” to Everett Comstock. Mugs, also, in sisterly affection, leaves Fredrica Alwav her love for hurrying as fast as she can in order to be on time for first period.
TWENTIETH: Mary Boyd will surely thrive next year, for she has
been ordained keeper of the key to the pies and candy by Margaret Thompson. Margaret consents to bestow upon Alice Fisher her love and craving for chow mein.
TWENTY-FIRST: Helen Evenson. Theodora Nerhaugen, and Audrey Fox have gladly sacrificed their modesty and unobtrusive manner, hoping that all they possess will suffice, and have awarded it to Lowell Gilinor.
TWENTY-SECOND: Truesdell Brown, in wishing to leave a few good times to U. H. S.. with great consideration, bestows upon Louise Congdon a few choice “thrillers” to be read during classes. His tender little nick-name, “Bluebell,” he lovinglv confers upon Chauncy Stuhr, dubbing him “Ye Tinie Blewbelle II.”
TWENTY-THIRD: Elizabeth Erikson, in wishing to have her place
in gym fittingly filled, leaves one pair No. 11 ground grippers with noisy soles to Lucille Jacobson. Her standing excuse for absences, a music lesson, she leaves to Katharine Kelley.
TWENTY-FOURTH : Leslie Hughes hereby hands down to the school in general his abridged and revised edition of jokes, written by himself and illustrated by Joe Woods, with the appropriate landscape sketches.
N. B. Winnie Hilgedick contracts to furnish the necessary laughs or grins, prophecying that they wouldn’t be easily forthcoming.
TWENTY-FIFTH : Mary Stark is to be the beneficiary of the aesthetic grace of Greta Clark and Dorothy Sauter. Greta also conscientiously leaves a bit of her sense of responsibility to Rosie Du Fresne.
TWENTY-SIXTH: Helen Barlow has agreed to leave Don to the next lucky Senior who can guarantee to look out for his general welfare and furnish at least two (2) notes a day. To Dorothy Chase, she wills her “non-fussable” poise.
TWENTY-SEVENTH: Cora Miles gladly shifts the responsibility of being an example to “kid sister” upon Jane West, cautioning her to guide her well.
TWENTY-EIGHTH: To the students as a whole. James Thompson, in consideration of the general health, donates his daily snoozes. To Lee Fisher, lie passes on a toothless comb.
TWENTY-NINTH : Ruth Hicks leaves her marcelled coiffure to Eileen Ralph, and gives “ye wicked eeyn" to Bessie Bacon.
TlIIRTIET11 : F'inally, with due regrets upon leaving, yet with the usual thoughtfulness of our members, we bestow a general admission of gratitude upon the faculty for helping us along the rocky way. To the Juniors, we leave our worn, yet worthy shoes.
Witness our marks this twenty-fourth day of April, in the year of our Lord, nineteen hundred and twenty-two.
Witnessed by: Heck.
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April 28. 1930.
It's been ages since I’ve written to you, but now that I’ve really begun. I hardly know where to start. A queer thing happened the other day; I’d been thinking about old school days when I ran right into someone who was prancing down the street. You can imagine how surprised I was to be staring right at Imogen Foster of all people. You remember her, don’t you, when we all went to “I ” High? She certainly has changed a lot, though, and I hardly knew her. She had the most world-weary expression and lines all over her face; she was half-starved-looking, too. and her red satin dress was terribly dowdy. You knew, didn’t you, that she had organized a company in competition with the Metropolitan Opera, in order to give some truly fine music to the public? She did have one star, though, Theodora Xerhaugen, the great soprano, the one who sings for Victor records, you know. Well, just outside of Excelsior, where they were playing, there was a walkout when little Cora Miles began to cry out loud when her cello string broke right in the middle of that touching melody. “W hen Dollar Rills Are Jingling.” Esther Rockwell’s latest hit—Margaret Thompson introduced it in her latest comedy. “Mischievous M a ggie. ’ ’
Of course, old “Impy” had loads to tell me about everyone we used to know. Poor, dear Emily Curtiss (spelled with double “s.” you know, not Klbridgc’s sister) has survived three husbands and is now taking in floors to scrub. It does seem a shame, doesn’t it. especially since she did have a good enough job with ()lson and Rorglin, massageuses? Oh, yes, Imogen said that the other day she went to her seance at Zuzu and Brown’s and when she shut her eyes, the woman with trembling voice told her that the great crisis had passed. Impy said she breathed freely when she found it was only that Frank Shaw and Kenneth Francis had successfully cornered the market on Itkilzem hair tonic.
Imogen traveled a lot on her grand opera tours. She told me some of the funniest things that happened last month. She was visiting Ellis Island when she ran across Lizzie Erikson and Katrina Hummel, who were instructors in rhythmic expression there, to guarantee better citizenship. She visited Audrey Fox and Elizabeth blather at their studio in Greenwich village. They are dabbling in paint, and have bobbed their hair and wear smocks and everything. She saw Alice Hickey at New York. Do you remember that stuff she used to write for the Breeze? Anyway, Alice is a popular novelist now. and she had just been through Italy to get local color for a new book. “The Garbage Man’s Revenge.” Alice said that Leslie Hughes was holding down the job of station caller on the trans-Atlantic steamer she came back on.
I was thankful that I had something to tell her. She didn’t know about how little Ruth Hicks got the heavyweight championship in the women’s division. Ruth has been giving three-minute talks in all the theaters, advocating the instruction of the womanly art of self-defense. Imogen seemed surprised to know that Ren W ells was a prosperous farmer, and got second on his pigs at the fair this year. Somehow, I’d always thought of Ren as a big, strong farmer. Then. too. that Helen Evenson, Doris Winchell. and Retty Morgan were running a matrimonial bureau; she couldn't quite believe it.
It certainly seemed too killing when I read in your last letter that Nibs Clure was appointed floor walker at the New Leader because he had two suits of good-looking and dignified clothes. I always thought that he was awfully
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dignified in high school, though, didn't you? W asn't it you, too, who told me that Helen Christenson was made professor of Greek and Latin at the "I ”? Someone said that all the students were deathly afraid of her; you see. she wears big pince-nez, which give her a wild look, so they say. Wasn't it thrilling to hear that James Thompson was made official bouncer at the Arcadia? I remember that he always used to have a very commanding bearing.
It seems perfectly lovely to think that Margaret Morris did actually win the governorship of Utah, especially over Gregory Ladd. Of course. 1 only voted for her because there weren’t any other women candidates, but 1 do insist on voting for women in all public offices! Greta Clark is running for municipal dog catcher and 1 do hope she’ll win. It’s quite a prize, but she always used to win all the prizes in school, you know.
1 had saved a newspaper that I was going to send to you. but it was destroyed, so I’ll try to tell you the contents that I wanted you to read. It seemed that so many of our old school friends had come into the limelight at once. There was an article about Joseph Woods and Winifred Hilgedick, prohibition officers, who recently made a successful raid on “Shady Cellars.” and who do you think owned the place? Marion Larson, of all people! In the same column it told how Jimmie Perkins and Florence Pierce, alias "Slippery Pete" and "Fancy Flossie.” were arrested for breaking into 1). Sauter’s barber shop and stealing $26.48. I was never quite so flabbergasted—"Slippery Pete" and "Fancy Flossie,” when all these years I’d remembered them as a sweet and innocent girl and boy; they used to be held as good examples to the rest of us, but I guess you never can tell in their tender years.
There were two other articles 1 wanted you to read; one told that Lida Burrill and Robert Tyrell were working for doctor’s degrees on the problem of determining the coefficient of expansion of concrete shoe laces; this served to decrease the blackness of the other reports. The last one was about a truly surprising member of our class. The Rev. David 11. Canfield has created quite a stir in his good work done in Hollywood reforms. Two rival screen vain pires. Fanny Graham and Margaret Erickson, are notables among his converts.
The other day 1 did a funny thing. I saw a circus bill and had a mad desire to go. since I hadn’t been to one since you and I were twelve. For one of the headliners on the program a large placard was put up bearing the names of the performers: "Mine. Swedella. M. Blondolla, and Herculette. the human airplanes.” It bore no significance to me, however, until the performers appeared. Then 1 saw Doris and Lawrence Anderson go through delicate feats on the tight-rope and trapeze. On the outside of the tent Marjorie Cheney and Ruth Ecklcs were getting-rich-quick by efficiently carrying water to the elephants by their improved trunk line. Leslie Blomberg was selling popcorn and peanuts to the crowds. He has profited unusually well, however, for, with a delivery truck, a family heirloom, he covers four Sunday School picnics to the ordinary one.
This letter sounds as if it should be addressed to Mrs. Grundy, herself, but it was all started by seeing Imogen again. Oh. yes. I forgot—I was downtown shopping yesterday, and when I was going by Child’s I nearly passed away, for there in the window, as big as life, stood Dana Bailey in full chef’s costume, flipping pancakes as precisely as if they had been footballs.
I’ll try to write oftener after this, so that my letters won’t be so thick as to be a burden to the postman.
Your old friend.
UNIVERSITY OF MlNNESOlA. RUTH'
HIGH SCHOOL LIBRARY Page TWc„ly-fiv,
MIMNFaPi i| |q vn i»eThe Junior Class
President..........................................Roy Th msiiov
Faculty Adviser..............................Miss Dora V. Smith
HP 11FRF once ruled in the kingdom of “You-ache-ess” a mighty king, called
Reeve the (ireat. honored and esteemed by all his subjects. 'Phis kingdom was divided into four large provinces, over each of which ruled a noble always chosen by the merry subjects who lived therein.
Now. it happened that in the year 1921, A. D.. a certain Thorshov person came to rule over Juniorland, the third of these provinces, and he was spoken of by his fellowmen as Thorshov the Wise, because he did know all things. Close behind Thorshov in rank came Duchess Hermann, a beautiful maiden who ruled in Thorshov’s place when that one was ill or absent from the land. Then there was the Lady Boyd, whose honored duty it was to record all the Assemblies called bv his Wtscness for the people. Two other important officials were the rich Duke Comstock, who collected the monthly taxes of these penniless creatures and guarded the Treasury, and Sir Moulton, a brave knight, who endeavored to maintain order throughout the unruly land.
In this land dwelt a famous wizardess who was always tilled with good ideas and was ever willing to give advice to all who sought it. Her name was Wizardess Smith. It was she who guided these subjects through the Paths of Righteousness.
So it came about that many things happened in this queer land. But these folks weren’t always working—no, indeed. They enjoyed a little frivolity as did any others in the kingdom. They were quite active in all the national affairs, such as: the wonderful dramas presented by the ambitious organization, the Dramatic Club; the publication of the “Campus Breeze,” the literary effort of these people; and they both attended and took part in all the great football, basketball, and baseball tournaments.
Two social gatherings held they in the Castle of Education, at one of which four ladies of the land presented a playlet entitled. “Two Aunts and a Photo,” which might have delighted Shakespeare himself. Among the folks were many skillful in dancing, and all were fond of feasting and merry-Standing—Smith, Moulton, Murray, Rkf.i . Davis, Balcome, Bissel, Olson, Litzenhkkg.
Fkuling, Sanderson, Comstock, Boss, Thorshov, DeTunco Sitting—Minty. Lamb, Jackson. Ladd, Hermann, Levine, Alway, Halberc, Beasly.
Dustin, Bullis, Fulmer. LeCompte. Boyd
making; so thus they spent their time,—until Duke Comstock reported that the Treasury was low, and they went weeping to their good Wizardess. She warned them that there was approaching in the dim hut near future a something called which would require a huge amount of money, and she
suggested that they start raising this sum by selling beans. Consequently, they all turned cooks, and in the course of time invited their enemies and friends to numerous bean feasts.
All too soon approached the time for the grand ball, the 'J-S.,‘ which Wizardess Smith had foreseen. From the land of Seniorisota and from Faculty Town came the merry couples all bedecked in bright and gay colors. Never was there such graceful dancing, such sweet music, and such good spirit on the part of the guests. The little Sophomorites served fine punch between the dances, and later served other dainty refreshments. And the big Seniorites pronounced the ball a huge success.
The story now draws near an end. After the ball, the Seniorites drew most of the attention of the dwellers in Vou ache-ess; for they were preparing to leave the country forever, to seek their fortunes in all parts of the world. Just at the end of the year, however, came the dreadful ar of h.xams. Many battles were fought, and some Juniorites were killed by the deadly 1 s. but there still remain a faithful few who will soon pack their bags once more and travel over the hills to the land of Seniorisota.
Page Twenty-sevenThe Sophomore Class
Cl .ASS OFFICERS
Secretary..........................................Lorn a Scott
Treasurer.. ....................................Robert Riiaeme
Faculty Adviser...................................Miss McGuire
HIAT on earth shall I write about? Only two more clays t » get this in! We haven’t clone a thing this year except study Caesar, make up gym, and have one party—and that’s what I have to rave about in seven hundred and twenty-live words!”
So saycth the poor reporter who has the job bestowed upon her of trying to stretch our activities into seven hundred and twenty-five words. Maybe you think that isn’t true, but it is. for we really haven’t done a thing lla-a-a! Hut if you do think it is just because we couldn’t think of anything to do (as many ignorant, misinformed people do think), just look at the results! By our own foresightedness we have saved our pennies until they have made dollars, and many of them. Consequently, we shall have enough money next year to have any kind of a “Junior-Senior” we want, without even considering the expense. Then we can say. “Don’t va wish ya were a Junior?”
While we were saving our pennies we were, oh! so studious! One promising youth even went so far as to have four “A’s” bestowed upon him. which is not a thing to he passed by. Hm-m-tn! He is a Sophomore! Likewise and moreover, we have decided that an eighth period might set a good example as well as aid 11s in deciphering Caesar’s strange gibberings. The climax was reached, however, when all the Sophomore girls except two skipped showers after gym in order to get back and “draw that map for history!” Our gym teacher took it the wrong way. though, and made us go to gym make-up.
But. at last, the eventful day arrived when it was unanimously agreed that we have a sleighride. We hadn't had a party that year, so we’d “do it
Page Twenty-eightStanding— Finney. Erickson. Storr. Tamkornino, Kinckry. Erik son. Martenis. Mason. Hickey, Hummel, West, Miles. Wallace, Hildehrandt. Wing, Kirkwood.
Sitting—Riiame, Field. I). Merit, McGuire, Bedell, Woolery, M. Merit, Bull, Lelano, Bauermeister. Hathaway, Partington, Barlow, A. Fisher. Smith,
Bowen, L. Fisher, Kurtz ___
up brown” and let money "go hang.” And we stuck to our word! Having arrived at school, we waited the usual time for the sleighs, and then all aboard! What followed simply defies description. A perfect night, perfect weather, forty pairs of fine lungs,—well. I shall have to leave the rest to your imagination. Finally, we arrived back at school and then—um-m-m! Nice hot cocoa, and sandwiches all ready. (This was due to the kindness of Sam Kirkwood’s aunts, who offered to fix the refreshments while we were riding, and to whom we are duly thankful.) And F.skimo Pies! W e didn’t have to drop in any dimes, either. The night-watchman was made so good-natured by such an abundance of good things to eat that he let us dance until eleven o'clock. Finally, we turned our steps homeward to dream it all over again. Hut, stay! Before we left, we all agreed again—that no one can have more fun than a Sophomore!
Since it wouldn't be entirely conventional to let athletics pass unnoticed, we can say that it is one of our strong points. Yes. as everybody knows (we saw to that), we won the cup given for girls' athletics last year. We haven’t as many hopes for the cup this year, but then, strange things do happen! And, oh-h-h! You’ve all been to the football and basketball games, haven’t you? W ell, you know what those Sophomores are like!
And thus, a few minor incidents unrecorded, endeth the Sophomore year of the flourishing Class of 1924.
Page Twenty-tuneThe Freshman Class
President ..................................C hari.es Bur bach
Faculty Adviser...................................Louis Ton ill
TT IS recorded somewhere in the secret archives of the University High School, that in the fall of 1921 there arrived a new and numerous body of persons, who came to be known as the class of 1925.
From the earliest accounts of this class it seems that it was looked upon by Faculty and upper classmen with much respect, and with frequent prophecies as to its unlimited capabilities. Almost immediately they organized. Norma Scott, Keeper-of-the-Records, tells us that from then on the class has displayed uncommon dash and pep; yet, it is said, too, that the class has had no more than the traditional number of escapades. Chief-High-Mogul Bur-bach, and I Iolder-of-the Money-Bags McConnell tell us that we are a peace-loving and tranquil tribe. That we are. too. but we are also aggressive and conscientious adherents to the principle that “what is worth doing at all is worth doing well.”
The achievements of the class have been along many lines. One of these is Athletics. To date, the Freshman girls have more points for the athletic cup than any other class. A mention must be made of the splendid work done by the girls on the captain-ball and newcombe teams, under the very able and delightful leadership of Miss Browning and Mrs. Cram. Three members have received letters at the annual exhibition this spring. The boys have practiced diligently at football, and have received all the benefits of that sturdy game with none of its injuries. As the average weight and stature were not sufficiently Herculean, none were able to make the team. Both the boys and the girls are looking forward eagerly to the baseball season. We expect to show great work along that line.
Pcigc ThirtyBack Row—Young, Le Marquand. Lampland, Payne, Hermann , Johnson, Kenetchgis.
Lacey, Borne, Wentling, Arny, Neson Middle Row. .Standing—Larson, Bkkntsen. Dvorak. Nary. Gregory. Cedkrstrom, Scott, Lieb, Ralph, Rehxy. Bauer, Washburn. Wheaton Middle Rozc. Kneeling—Gilmore. Burbach, Fredrickson. Haggerty, Stuhr, Blomquist,
Collate. Brown. Smith iront Row—Manual, Ramsdell, Dameron, Louis, Murray, Beal, Cudwortii, Dourthy,
Another great achievement is in Dramatics, and we have found many Shylocks, Launcelots, and Portias in our midst. In addition to the dramatization of the “Merchant of Venice." a group of Freshmen, under the supervision of Miss Inglis, in February, gave a short play entitled, “The Conspiracy.” This was given for the edification of the Fnglish Teachers of Minneapolis. The conspiracy is between Good Fnglish and Had Fnglish. The play quite captivated the hearts of the audience.
Much rivalry has been going on between the "Fresh Leaf" and the "Freshman Journal," two literary sprouts published monthly by the first and second section English classes, respectively. Eleanor King is editor of the former, and Donald Blomquist of the latter.
Last, but not least, comes the cleverness of the girls in skipping rope and showers. It really is surprising how proficient we have become, although we are no worse than the Juniors.
Although there is nothing very spectacular about the activities of our Freshman year, the class feels that it has been a year of rich rewards, and that it has been good, indeed, to be at Cniversity High.
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Page Thirty-threeTohill, Clure, Strickler. Johnson, McConnell, Boyd, Shaw. Hummel, Foster, Eckles, Canfield, Jackson. Graham, White. Bailey, Hickey, Wing, Incus, Perkins
The Campus Breeze
Business Manager...........................................Norbert Clure
Editorial Adviser..............................Miss Rewey Belle Incus
Business Adviser...................................Mr. Louis A. Tomix
UPON the foregoing has devolved the responsibility, during the past year, of publishing the “Campus Breeze" and of maintaining its high standard. They have, however, been assisted—in some cases ably assisted—by the heads of the departments and by the associate editors. The work of carrying on the publication has also been greatly aided by the contributions of stories, poems, and editorials written by those who are not on the Staff, but who have, nevertheless, a keen interest in the welfare of the magazine. To these, and especially to those whose duty it was to hand in the material, the members of the Staff extend heartfelt thanks.
It is the opinion of many in the school that the literary department has been unusually fine this year. This opinion is echoed by the replies which have been received by the exchange department. Perhaps this section was
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favorably affected by a contest for the best story, in which the “Breeze" offered a prize of one dollar to the winning author. In response, a number of excellent stories were sent in. and several were printed. It is regretted that limited space prevented the publication of a greater number.
rhe editorial department has been supported by editorials from the editor-in-chief, from one associate editor,—occasionally from the other associate editor,—and from various members of the faculty. The editorials this year, taken as a whole, express very well the opinions of the school, and if we may judge once more by the answers from other schools sent to our exchange department, they have met with their approval.
The task (or rather the pleasure) of writing up the athletics has been very well taken care of by one who is an athlete himself, who understands all the sports indulged in by “I" High, and who takes an active interest in them. In the write-ups of the various games and contests, nothing has been left to the imagination of the reader, and anyone who is so fortunate as to possess all of this year’s issues of the “Breeze” has in them a complete and accurate record of all the contests in which “I" High was a participant.
The class notes and organization reports have been very interesting, and it is important that they should be, because it is chiefly by these that outsiders. and also those attending school, are informed of the school's activities. It does seem that the class notes have been longer this year—maybe because more events of interest have taken place.
This year, two people, instead of one. were kept busy writing personals. As a result, a large quantity of good material was turned in by this department. One of the “personal writers” has had enough tini2 to conduct a regular column.
The “Campus Breeze” has two particularly distinctive features. )ne of these is the department entitled “Faculty.” In the first two or three issues of each year are published the personal accounts of every new member of the faculty. This is a unique way of acquainting the students with the past history and personality of their new advisers, and a good opportunity for the new faculty members to tell their ages (or avoid telling their ages). The other commendable feature of the magazine is the page of each number which is devoted to cartoons. The “Breeze" has been fortunate in having on its Staff an artist particularly talented in drawing, very observant of characters, and blessed with an ample quantity of spicy humor.
Lastly, we come to the editorial Staff. This consists of the editor-in-chief. the two associate editors, and the editorial adviser. It was the duty of these members to go over all the material, and to accept or. in some cases, reject it. When the proofs were received, they met at the home of the editorial adviser to read the proof and to assemble the dummy, (ireat credit is due to the editor-in-chief, and to the editorial adviser, who have clone most of the work, and have unselfishly given their time.
The “Breeze” Staff wishes to thank those who have contributed during the year, and to express its appreciation of the support given it by the students.
Page Thirty-fiveYount.. Erickson, Sanderson, Thorshov, Balcomk, Bailev, Perkins, Hathaway, DbTuncq,
Bull, Fisher, Smith. Anderson, Reeve
The University Hi-Y Club
Y. M. C. A. Adviser Faculty Adviser-----
. Ki.uridoe Curtiss Monroe Freeman ...Roy Thorshov ..Mr. Don Brown .Mr. W. D. Reeve
THK lli-Y Club has been so active this year that it is impossible to do any more than just mention here some of the things it has done.
First of all. soon after school started, we had our annual wiener roast for the Freshmen. W e will leave it to them to judge the success of the outing.
At Thanksgiving time the club saw to it that several of the needy families living on the river flats had good dinners.
About the middle of December we sent Dana Hailey and James Perkins to the Eleventh Annual State Convention of Older Hoys, which was held at Albert Lea.
A short time ago a Campaign of Friendship was carried on by all the Ui-Y Clubs of the city. This gave every boy in the organization an opportunity of being assisted in finding a life work that is suited to his own natural ability, and a chance to discuss the possibilities of that work intimately with a successful man in that occupation.
The Senior boys of the Hi-Y Club have felt the influence of the organization for the past three years, and they wish to express their sincere appreciation of the efforts of those who have given their time to it.
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Standing— Blomquist, Damkron, Collate, Frederick son. Brown, Smith, Cudworth,
Haggerty, Stuhr Sitting—Louis, Ramsdell, Beal, Murray
The Triangle Club
Y. M. C. A. Adviser Faculty Adviser____
....Mil v I- Payne
Mr. L. A. Stock well
I 'H K Triangle Club is the youngest organization in the University High
School, for it is still in its first year of existence. It consists of a group of eighteen Freshman hoys—which is the city’s record for members in attendance at meetings. Regular weekly meetings are held every Wednesday noon, at which we have such men as Arnold Oss and Otis McCreery to talk to us. These men arc very well fitted, from the point of experience, to strengthen us for the battle of life as well as for the athletic field.
The part of our program which we consider most important is the religious side. We have discussions, talks, and prayer groups, which are a great help in carrying out the purpose of the club, “to create, maintain, and extend throughout the school and community high standards of Christian character.” The purpose is a modest one. which we apply first to our own lives and then to those of other “U” High students.
Page Thirty-semiHelen Felling. Helen Minty. Katrina Hummel, Greta Clark, Miss Browning, Alice Hickey, Helen Evenson. Doris Anderson, May Mackintosh
f I ' 11 H organization of Acme and its ideals are familiar to all “U” High students. Acme is an honorary society for Junior and Senior girls whose scholarship, athletic standing, sportsmanship, health, and ideals fulfill the requirements for membership.
For three years Acme was under the expert guidance of Mrs. Cram. This year, since the change in athletic instructor, it has been advised by an equally efficient and charming person. Miss Henrietta Browning. During the first quarter the organization consisted of six Senior girls: at the end of that quarter another Senior was elected; and recently two Juniors, Helen Feuling and Helen Minty, were pledged.
There have been three important social events in the career of Acme this year. Xo one is truly a member of the society until she is initiated. It was plainly seen that Miss Browning could never wear an Acme pin with proper dignity without first proving her competency. Accordingly she was duly initiated—and it must be admitted she passed the tests with remarkable ease. The second event was a Hallowe’en Costume-Party given by Acme for all the girls in the school. Dancing, games, fortune-telling, and refreshments provided entertainment for dozens of ghosts, witches, and crepe-paper girls. The initiation of Doris Anderson was the third event—and another initiation is still to be held for the proper installation of the two new Helens.
It may seem to you that Acme consists entirely of initiations—but as long as there are girls to fulfill the requirements, the members will continue to initiate with increasing interest and fervor.
Page Thirty-eight'tack Rote —Mr. To hill. Leslie Hughes. Fl bridge Curtis. David Canfield, James McConnell, Leo Dierek, Richard Miller. Mr. Smith Middle Ron —Winifred Hilgedick. John Flannagan. Leslie Blomrerg,
Edwin McQuillan Front Ron —Xorl’ert Clure. Dana Bailey. Gregory Ladd
The “U” Club
' I 'HE “U” Club is an organisation well known to all the boys in the high school. (I might include the girls here, also, because of the great liking feonie of them have taken to our emblem.) It is the ambition of every red-blooded boy upon entering the high school to become a member of this club. In order to attain this ambition, it is necessary to win a letter in one of the three major sports: football, basketball, or baseball. It sounds very easy to say that all you have to do is to win a letter. It simply means spending two or three delightful hours each afternoon getting your hands and face dirty, and maybe your hair mussed up a bit. Fellows have even been known to have had such good times getting themselves dirty, that they were forced to favor certain parts of their bodies for the next couple of days. This. «»f course, all goes to make a letter worth while.
'Lhe “U” Club, including Mr. Smith and Mr. Toliill, now has an active membership of lb. The freshman class i the only one that is not represented in the club. It is hoped, however, that members of the freshman class will win letters in baseball this spring. If this is done, each class in the high school will be represented in the “I” Club, a thing that seldom happens.
Page Thirty-nineCiark, Evf. son. Hummel, West, Curtiss. Mickey, Keefe. Christenson. I- Anderson, I). Anderson, Graham, Kurt .. Ecki.es. Ladd. Foster, Baki.ow, Clure, Bourgoin, Pierce
President...........................................I moc.es Foster
Vice-President and Secretary.........................Alice Hickey
Le Petit Cercle
A HA!” you say, ‘ so it’s a girls club!” Not at all. Le Petit Cercle wishes to assure you that the attendance (I cannot say enrollment) is not entirely composed of “les jeunes filles.” However, in justice to the gentlemen of the organization, it must be admitted that there is a gratifying enthusiasm which accompanies their presence. Perhaps this fervor can best be explained by the program generally followed.
First, a wait of one-half hour while the members "collect.” (We are very particular to follow the French custom of absolute disregard for punctuality.)
Then, a business meeting of not more than ten minutes in length. (As the meeting is conducted in French, no one is bored by having to pay attention.)
Then, a French game, or French play, or a song by our golden-haired prima donna.
Next, somebody finds Margaret Erickson, and "on danse."
The refreshments almost break us up in business, but they are worth it.
"La seance’ is closed by Miss Inglis stopping the chaperoneless party (for mesdemoiselles are deja parties for Folwell).
We are surely grateful to Mile, de Boer for her parting suggestion which gave us Le Petit Cercle.
Page FortyFoster, Hickey, Kyle, Fredrickson, Alway, Thompson, Hermann, Miles, Mackintosh, Fulmer, Jackson, Wing, Halberg, Flathkr. Woods, Davis, Litzemberg, Tyreli., Ecki.es, Ladd, Curtiss, DeTuncq, Thorshov, Christenson, Barlow. Pierce, Bailey, Murray
The Dramatic Club
........................Miss Sophia Hubman
THE purpose of the Dramatic Club has been to promote among the students an interest in and an appreciation for worth-while drama, to cultivate the speaking voice, and. for the instruction and amusement of the school, to produce several plays each year.
The organization has been particularly fortunate during the past year for three reasons: because Miss Hubman was faculty adviser, because Robert Reynolds was coach, and because Helen Harlow was president. Miss Hubman has succeeded in putting new life into the organization by having some truly interesting meetings, and by securing an unusually fine coach for the play which was included in the Senior Vaudeville. Mr. Reynolds was this illustrious person—to whom the club expresses its utmost appreciation for the work he has done. Helen Barlow furnished the “pep and push’ —which were especially noticeable in the dance given at Shevlin Hall.
During the past year three plays have been prepared by the members of the organization. The first, “Pyramus and Thisbe,” comprised the whole of one of our most successful assemblies. The play, “Joint hvners in Spain,” with an all-Senior cast, was given at the Senior Vaudeville. A third, to be given soon, is “The Rivals,” by Sheridan.
Page Party-oneThe Senior Vaudeville
LI. of the Seniors heaved a great sigh of relief when the evening of
February 25 came to a successful close. The Senior Vaudeville was a tremendous success, as everyone will agree. In fact, the Dramatic Club coach said it was the best amateur performance he had ever seen staged by anyone anywhere. The acts were all very different and original and showed plainly that the class of 1922 is the most talented class University High has ever produced.
The pyramids and tumbling stunts, the first act. were worked up by Mr. Smith and the boys, and were very different from most High School pyramid acts. It is well known that some of the more “tom-boyish" specimens of the weaker sex nearly broke their necks and backs trying to do the somersaults and Elephant Walk as done by the boys on that eventful night.
The (loop Dance, featuring Marjorie Cheney, Ruth Eckles. Ruth Hicks, and Emily Curtiss, although you couldn’t see their features, was extremely clever. The costumes were especially attractive. The mystery of it was, how did they see to dance?—and Goop Eckles only had one eye, did you notice?
Margaret Morris and David Wing are headed straight for the Orpheum circuit along with the rest of the class. (Isn’t it strange how the older women delight in young boys’ company?) Those who saw the act and object to the word “shimmying" have learned that “shimmying’’ is only “wiggling the hinges at the back of the neck.” This phrase is being used by the older people, the people of the last generation, who delight in elegant English and who will not use the vulgar word “shimmying."
In “The Roman Tragedy,” in which the outstanding figures of literature meet. Brutus fell in love with Juliet, and Romeo was the vanquished lover.
Professor James and Madam Zu Zu, "seventh daughter of a seventh daughter,” featuring James Eliab Perkins and Helen Barlow, was one of the most popular acts on the bill. From the way Zu Zu acted, one could see how much she enjoyed the “presents” of the audience. Professor James' tricks were, indeed, clever, and. although several little “slips” occurred, the audience was just as much in the dark as if they hadn’t been made.
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The Dramatic Club put on the play, “Joint Owners in Spain.” The characters chosen for the part were good and the details were cleverly worked out. If anyone cares to investigate he will still be able to feel the vibrations and hear the echo of May Mackintosh’s voice. Elizabeth Flather, Elizabeth Morgan, and Margaret Erickson also took part in the skit.
The seventh number was an act by four girls dressed in Tuxedos. It was remarked that the dance done by Ruth Eckles and Helen Harlow was the most nearly professional stunt on the program. If it hadn’t been for Ruth Hicks and Alice Hickey, the songs, to say the least, would certainly have lacked volume. The instrumental number turned out to be a farce, for none of them could play their instruments.
Four dancing numbers were included in the eighth act: “Pierrot and Pierrette,” danced by Dorothy Sauter and Greta Clark; “The Highland Fling," by Elizabeth Flather; a dance by an old-fashioned girl. Greta Clark; a Gypsy dance, by Dorothy Sauter. These charming dances were accompanied by Margaret Thompson.
The Family Album, a series of tableaux, was very funny and also extremely clever. Fanny Graham, the little girl with the doll, had only gone over the stunt once before the performance and much credit is due her for carrying off the part so well, but, of course, that is where the talent comes in.
The Boys’ Ballet was excruciatingly funny. It seems unbelievable that such really good-looking and apparently graceful boys should make such homely and awkward girls. “Yoo lloo!” can’t you see them .'
The camp scene and last act was very appropriate for a closing act and the audience really laughed at the jokes. That is what surprised the girls. The songs were sung well and the lighting effect was good. I his act was Mr. Reeve's favorite.
The Senior Class is indebted to Mrs. Bing, on whose shoulders rested all the responsibility and success of the vaudeville; to Miss Browning, who coached the Boys’ Ballet, and to Miss Inglis. for her help in “making-up the cast.
Page Forty-threeBrown, Hickky. Busch (Coach), Barlow, Canfield. Eckles, Perkins, Hicks, Bailey,
Beatrice Wyley... Dawson, a servant
I'ncle Mortimer.. Doctor O’Keefe..
Walter, a valet...
Senior Class Play
Cast of Characters
...................................T ruesdel 1 Brown
Page Forty-fourSenior Class Play
“The irresistible Mamiadukc" was chosen for this year's Senior Class play and on the whole it was a fortunate choice, for the play had fine comedy parts, opportunities for character work and a rather unusual plot.
I 'p to this year Miss Inglis has coached the class plays, but we learned that this time we must look for our long-suffering coach elsewhere. For a time we were panic-stricken, but unnecessarily so. for we were fortunate enough to secure Mr. Kay Busch, president of the Masquers Club of the t’niversity, to help boost us along the weary road to fame, or at least to a point where we could admit in our secret souls that this year’s production was “the best so far."
The play is by an Rnglish writer, and the scene is in Kngland. Most of us were surprised to find it humorous if not actually laughable. Lady Althea, a clinging vine of sixty-two, is i erturbed one day at seeing a picture of her son in a paper and the announcement that this young man had been picked up unconscious, and on being revived, had discovered that his memory had been lost on the way. With a start like this, all sorts of complications can arise and the writer of the play makes the best of it. A charming double is introduced. Marmaduke. the irresistible. and through him the audience has opportunity to laugh or to wipe away the unbidden tear, as the occasion demands. Pat, the heroine, laughs; Lady Althea appeals; Lady Susan commands; Mortimer blusters in a way that eventually changes threatened catastrophe into a happy ending, the rainbow with the |)Ot of gold. Flavor is added by the scathing witticisms of Miss Wyley and the doctor.
Ruth Hicks, originally chosen as leading lady, was compelled to give up her part, and Margaret Morris came to the rescue.
Far be it from the chronicler of this passage to tempt Providence by an anticipation of the complete success of this play. At the time of this writeup, one can only hope and reassure oneself by the fact that the coach is good, the play is good, and the cast is dependable.
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DRAMATIC CLUB PLAYS
Pyramus and Thisbe
HTMIF scene of Pyramus and Thisbe from Shakespeare’s “Midsummer Night’s Dream” was worked up by Miss Hubman for the Dramatic Club assembly, as you probably remember. The persons taking part were David W ing as Pyramus, Eleanor Clure as Thisbe, Frank Keeler as the Prologue, Rowland Moulton as the Lion. Carl Litzenberg as the Wall, and Roy Thor-shov as Moonshine! (Sounds interesting.) This scene is extremely humorous and those who are familiar with it from reading enjoy it even more on the stage. f course, the Dramatic Club had no worry about scenery, because scenery would have spoiled the effect entirely. The little scene is. in fact, a take-off on the Shakesperian stage as enacted by the traveling players. “'I hc lovely wall” was the barrier between the lovers, but through the “chink.” the two fingers oi Carl, they whispered words of love. W as not the lion fierce? Do you remember how he roared, “you, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do fear the smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on floor, may now, perchance, both quake and tremble here, when lion rough in wildest rage doth roar r-r.” and they did “quake and tremble”—with laughter. The clever savings all through the skit kept the audience laughing; for instance, “Sweet moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams, 1 thank thee. moon, for shining now so bright; for bv thy gracious, golden, glittering streams I trust to taste of truest Thisbe’s sight.” and then he saw Thisbe’s bloody cloak (a red handkerchief cut as the spot of blood) and in despair kills himself. Thisbe finds him dead, and “these lily lips, this cherry nose, these yellow cowslip cheeks are gone, gone.” And so, mourning Pyramus’ death. Thisbe plunges a sword into her breast. “Thus Thisbe ends, adieu, adieu, adieu."
Since the first presentation of the skit, it has been presented before the Alumni at an Alumni party and before the convention of teachers which was held in April.
“Joint Owners In Spain”
THIS one-act play, written by Alice Brown, was selected by the Dramatic Club as its contribution to the Senior Vaudeville. Much credit is due to Robert Reynolds, who coached the play, and to the cast, for the successful presentation.
The charm of the play centers in two old women in an Old Ladies’ Home, two incorrigibles, who, the one with her whining and the other with her determination to domineer, have made life unhappy for every person associated with them. Finally, the two are placed in one room to make each other miserable. So much misery cannot be held in one room, they decide, and so they make two rooms of the one by drawing a chalk-line across the floor. This, they pretend, is a solid partition. The bit of fancy results in friendly calls and final reconciliation.
Elizabeth Morgan as the matron. Elizabeth Mather as the whining, much-abused old lady. May Mackintosh as the domineering, mean-dispositioned old lady, and Margaret Erickson as one of the victims, make up the cast.
’ The costumes were very “lady-like” and quite becoming. Elizabeth Flathcr made an especially attractive little old lady. I he play was a success and the Club is grateful to Mr. Reynolds for his help.
Page Forty-sixThe Social Calendar
THE school year of 1921 began with a grand smash. After several preliminary eruptions—showing Freshmen where to put lunch-boxes, and things like that—the first real earthquake took the old familiar form, beloved of us all (particularly of Mr. Reeve), ye deare olde All-School Party. There is no doubt about it, the members of the College of Education are masters of self-control, as well as of psychology. It may have pained them to realize that their days of peace were again to be blotted out. but they heroically smiled in spite of the strain. This party was particularly devoted to the encouragement and development of the Freshmen—the old-mill stunt, if you recollect, the Freshmen’s take-off on themselves—in fact, it is even rumored the Senior boys undertook to inspect the Freshmen's dancing, from their post of authority along the wall. We are very sorry, but the date of this important function seems to be missing. (Just on the side—we feel almost obliged to apologize for the Senior Reporter. If the editor-in-chief had known what a stubborn thing she is he would never have consented to her being on the staff. He regretted it. too. when he found it out. and he did his best to make amends by fussing at her almost incessantly all year, but try as he would he couldn’t convince her that she ought to remember to put the dates into her write-ups. As it was her job to write up about half of the social events, dates are sadly lacking—but, it doesn’t do any good to try to make such a dumb-bell see her mistakes.)
Another painful situation confronts us: Should or should not the faculty parties be included in the social calendar? Now, just supposing the faculty had a supper at Miss Smith’s on well, somebody forgot to put in the date; but. just consider, now. if we leave that supper out. Miss Smith’s feelings are going to be horribly hurt, or the faculty will think we aren’t interested in them, or something like that—(the faculty are very sensitive). On the other hand, supposing the faculty spent a delightful evening at the Reeves’ home, where they were entertained with a “movie.” and where they had such fun with Mr. Stock well, and the refreshments were perfectly wonderful—well, we’re not saying they did, but just suppose. We’re afraid to put it in here, because we never can tell what the faculty will think about being classed with the students; Mrs. Reeve may feel as if we don’t have any respect for—oh, well!
Along in the last of October the Hi-Y had the greatest wiener roast of the ages. The Acmeans had a hike with Mrs. Cram and their suppers. The Juniors had a bean-feed, which provided for their first party of the year—Carl, and the rest of the orchestra, of course, were a tremendous expense.
About this time—(oh. we don’t know just when—but blame the Senior reporter, not us—) the Seniors had a slick party. Nobody came, but otherwise the party was fine.
November 18. the Freshmen had a party. Wheel Played "wax dolls” ’neverything!
December 8 was an interesting evening, all round. It was. really, a party for the parents, given by the faculty. It was a "get-acquainted” affair for everybody. Mr. Reeve and Miss Morehouse talked, and Mile. Bourgoin made her Minneapolis debut as a chanteuse. Refreshments were served by the “home-ec” department, and the halls of torture were eagerly inspected by fond parents.
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December 15 is a date we must not let go by. Indeed, it was so important in the school year that even the silly old reporter remembered it. Sothcrn and Marlowe honored "L” High with a special presentation of Shakespeare, in the Little Theatre, free of charge. As they recognized the turn of the “U-H” mind to be serious, they selected the great tragedy, “Pyramus and Thisbe.” Some remarked that .Miss Marlowe had grown a trifle stouter, and that Mr. Sothern had lost a few of his gray hairs, but otherwise they were vivid reminders of their former appearances in “Hamlet.”
December 21. the whole school breathed such a sigh of relief when finals were finally finished that the convection current took the form of a Christmas party. Santa Claus, dancing. Haydn’s “Toy Symphony.” eats, and the faculty all combined with a program to give us a “peach of a party.”
Sometime in December Miss Browning was thoroughly initiated into Acme at a grand and glorious Acmefication, and the Sophomores didn’t have a certain party which they had painstakingly planned. (Poor little kids!)
I looray! The Juniors had another party. Well, we don’t know just what we said “Hooray” for—they had so many of them that one is scarcely worth noticing, hut Juniors are always giddy, and we thought we might as well cheer to be polite.
In January the Hi-Y entertained the other “Hi-Y’s," a bunch of Entities spent an evening in their favorite occupation—eating chow at some swift chop-house—at least, we’ll say it was swift; (Don’t you just love scandals?) and the Dramatic Club had a perfectly scrumptious dance at Shevlin with an “alumni orchestra” and Helen Barlow's punch and not many chaperones— a wonderful party, we repeat. (At least, those that went said it was.) Why didn’t we go? Well, we did wish afterwards that we had. for the plutocrats who did go said it was unquestionably worth the fifty cents.
February 3 was a memorable day. The Freshmen had a party. The Sophomores had a party—a sleighride party—Eskimo Pies, too, and the Juniors had a party—a delightful party—at the home of Dorothy Chase.
Sometime in February—(oh, ask the reporter—we haven’t any way of knowing)—there was an assembly which really deserves a place on the front page of the Journal, it was so much enjoyed. Mr. Watson gave his memorable talk, by which he established himself as an ideal friend and speaker in “I High’s heart. Many times the question has been asked: “W hen can we have Mr. Watson hack again?”
February 25? Don’t say you need to be told! W hy, the Senior aude-villc. ami if you want to hear it effectively praised by judges who are perfectly unbiased, just ask Nibs Clure, or Helen Barlow—or even Greta Clark. Really, the V audeville deserves a thousand words at least, but you know we re getting sort of tired and so are you. Besides, we’ll take it for granted that you were there, and words, anyway, would be futile to describe it.
The Junior-Senior Debate—“Resolved, that the Philippines should be given complete independence.” very kindly took up the whole of the second period. May Mackintosh and Robert Tvrell upheld the affirmative, against Everett Comstock and Rowland Moulton. All around, it was a good debate, and Carl was a triumph as cheer leader. Particular commendation must be given the Juniors and Seniors for their self-control. In spite of intense party feeling no
Page Forty-eightinjuries were reported. The judges have l een accustomed for so many years to bestow the prize upon the Juniors that, although all Seniors knew their worthy opponents did not deserve it. the victory was awarded them as a matter of habit.
The frivolous Juniors had another party. It was a sleighride this time, with ice-skating and dancing afterwards at the home of Helen Feuling. Everything was perfect—everything to make a perfect party was there, and the Juniors all say that it was a party which will go down in the history of Minneapolis.
The Hi-Y, besides the banquet, had a theatre party at the Shubert. The Hi-Y certainly is getting flighty! Anyone, to have seen those dignified members hippity-hopping down Nicollet with a bunch of silly girls, would have wondered what our most respectable organization was coming to.
It seems useless to try to describle the J.-S. The novel idea of having it a St. Patrick’s affair greatly added to its charms. Everybody looked wonderful. the music, the eats, the decorations, the toasts—everything seemed to do its best to make it. as even the Seniors admitted, "almost better than last year’s.”
And now the crucial moment has arrived: to predict, or not to predict? Supposing the class play should fall through, or the Juniors should have only two more parties instead of six? Ye would retain this calendar for a while, but you know how furious Lawrence gets if things aren’t in on time. As we are always cautious we deem it only safe to predict the most probable events. We trust, of course, that all baseball games of the season will be won by a large score. W e predict a Freshman party, a Sophomore party, five Junior parties—(we will be cautious), one Senior party, and an all-school party. The field day will be a memorable occasion. The class play will, of course, be far superior to any others, all graduation exercises will be charming, and the finest class which has ever left the L’nivcrsity High School will be graduated. The report cards for the last month will contain nothing below an F, and probably we may count on two weddirtgs among the Seniors, though we cannot muster quite the audacity to announce the couples. (And now don’t go and blame the poor reporter for the lack of these dates for once she isn’t guilty.)
f f' I 'HAT was one Christmas eve, all right!” Stub’s gray eyes lit up as he recalled it. “Those big Berthas howling around—and the whole bunch of us aching to get at ’em !’’
“Nothing we could do, that was the worst of it. 1 guess they had come to the point where they couldn’t bring up the wounded from the first aid stations, and our bunch was pretty well fixed up. We felt pretty useless, but 1 guess it was harder on you fellows, Stub, to have to lie there and hear it all.” “Gee. Miss Ward. I’ll never forget those pies!" Stub and I began to laugh. Around us the lights of the hotel and the swift movement of the dancers seemed a strange contrast with the reminiscences of that other Christmas eve.
“Pies! I’d forgotten ’em! About midnight 1 shouted to Billie, when all France sounded like one grand crash, with the storm and the Berthas and all —‘Billie, can’t we do something to make it Christmas for ’em. instead of Hell?’ And Billie was all tired out—an orderly's job isn’t a snap—but. do you know, that kid worked till after four o’clock baking one pie at a time on that single-hot plate that we called a stove?”
“And chocolate pies never were so good as those! Nothing ever was!” Stubby looked ruefully at the expensive dinner before us. “Funny, when a fellow’s in such a place what a pie”—he laughed again, or rather chuckled. Stubby never really laughed, in spite of the fact that the faint dimple left on his chubby countenance by a life-long disposition for merriment belied this statement. But when Stub chuckled, every one around him chuckled, too. for some reason. All of a sudden he grew serious. I he expression of a strangely experienced man crossed his face, lie leaned over the table and laid his hand over mine. "But do you know. Miss Ward. Billie was a hero.'
I looked at him quietly—this easy-living, cigarette-smoking man across the table: so changed, and yet after all so much the same boy 1 had petted and chummed with—not so long ago. I thought of the last time I had seen him, two years ago. when he had climbed into the box-car with the rest of the recovered men—going back—la-bas; Ia-bas—their duty—their purgatory. I thought of the times 1 had walked with them on the “last night. I nder such orders they weren’t themselves. Back to the wreckage of war. from which all romance seemed so far removed as to be a thing forgotten entirely. Some of
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them prayed—some of them got drunk—some of them took it. like stories— and there wasn’t one of them less deserving of sympathy than all the rest.
"Hero, Stub? Thought you fellows just despised that word! Hut, of course, you know 1 think you were all heroes.”
Stub sort of winced. “But not like Billie, Miss Ward."
"Billie? What do you know? 1 saw him last when he went back there —a couple of days after you did.” Billie had always been a favorite of mine, lie was younger than the rest. Heaven knows they all seemed young enough —but Billie was brown-eyed and retiring. It had seemed almost too much when they had ordered him back. “What do you know about him. Stub?”
Stub turned back from watching the artificial water falls behind the orchestra. The dancers went by our little alcove unheeding and unheeded.
"I saw him—the other day.” Stub blew a purple wreath from his cigarette, and he lowered his voice unconsciously. "It was in the nut-house in Boston—in the psychopathic hospital, you know.”
“Shell-shocked?” I was not surprised. Billie had a poet’s disposition, and a child’s nature. I had always feared that the strain, if nothing else, would be too much, in spite of his unceasing effort to take things casually.
“Why, not exactly. Let me tell you. I was going through the nut-house with an old pal of mine—one of the staff there. I and Tommy O’Leary— remember him? Little Irish fellow—only in your care for a couple of days. I guess. Well, we came upon him. all of a sudden, in the second ward. Billie! Yes. sir. the same old Billie—only a little thinner, and without his right hand.
"lie knew us right away, and seemed mighty glad to see us. He told us all that had happened to him, and we had a grand old foregathering. Finally I asked him. ‘Ilow’d you lose your hand. Bill?’ And right away the kid seemed years older, ages older, and he looked sort of queer and said: ’Stub. 1—I hate to tell you. I’d rather you’d not have to know.’ lie looked so that I started to ask him not to do it. but he leaned over and said: ‘You're my old pal—I’ll tell you. 1 ought to tell you.’
“You remember, Bill always talked to us more than he did to the rest. My wound, if you remember, was from a bayonet, and Hill always used to say he believed he could stand anything rather than cold steel.”
1 remembered Billie used to shudder at it. So did they all. but somehow he was sort of morbid on the subject.
"Well.” went on Stub, “Bill confessed to me this time that there was another thing that he had always been even more afraid of. That was of turning yellow. I le said all the time he kept fighting the fear that he would. You know, Billie had a good deal of conscience and that sort of thing, and of course he couldn’t help doing right, when it came to the pinch, but he said to me that he was haunted by the idea that sometime, in a moment of panic, he would become the thing he loathed—a deserter. He was too good to see that most of us would have deserted—if something sort of inside us had let us. It was really kind of awful. Miss Ward, the way he told it—and you should have seen his face.
"He’d been down in the trenches for two days, in the rain, without grub, waiting for an attack. I don’t need to tell you what it was there. It was bad for us all. I'd say, but it seemed worse for Billie. He kept thinking over and over, Tve got a yellow streak in me. Keep it down—don't let it get the best of me—’, and he stood it till he couldn’t stand it any longer. The attack was coming and yet it didn’t come. And all the time Bill was fighting the yellow-streak. It got darker and colder, and finally the kid couldn’t bear up
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any longer. He shot off his hand. They saw he was wounded, and they took him hack. He had done it—he was yellow.”
"Billie!” I cried. "He—oh. he wouldn’t!” I might have believed anything of Billie’s morbid imaginings, but he was too straight for that; his purpose was too strong in him, but. “We can’t blame him, can we. Stub? No, the more 1 think of it—we all felt like deserting more than once. And he was so young! He must suffer so. to think he was a-a-coward.’’ The word was appalling.
Stub gave his cigarette a toss and turned to me again. “You haven’t heard the sequel yet.” And he lit another fag.
"Well, we said good-bye to poor old Bill, and promised to see him again soon. When we were in the next room. Doc remarked: ‘Interesting case.
Maybe you’d like to look into the history of it a bit.' He got down a register and read us the records. Certainly made me feel queer. M.iss Ward.
"It seems that Billie had been with his bunch behind their machine-gun for two days, practically without food. Along towards morning the Germans attacked. A company of a hundred or so came against Billie and his pals, open fire and bayonets set. Bill’s whole squadron was wiped out in the first part of the fight, and finally Billie saw his huddie blown to smithcrincs.
"In the morning the relief party came along. They found Bill alone witn his right hand gone. He had completely demolished the whole company of Heinies sent against the squad and had saved his whole corner of the field. He’d been a perfect wonder, but he didn’t remember a thing about it.”
For a while there seemed to be nothing to say. Then: "But. Stub, don’t they think he’ll understand—after a while?”
”No-o—he’s perfectly normal, in other ways. He’s just possessed with that one idea, that’s all. He was afraid he was going to be yellow, and he thinks he was yellow.”
“But isn’t it hideous. Stub—after all he did?”
Stub smiled cynically. "Poor old Billie! Well, funny how virtue is always rewarded in this world. Will you dance?”
I wander the roads where glory has been—
An old ghost that comes with the night.
Just a colorless dream of dim aeons ago—
That flees with the Sun’s first light.
Just a sad old ghost that must haunt the paths Where memories help banish sighs.
Memories of days when other kings ruled And other gods lighted the skies.
And yet I cringe with the Sun’s first ray.
And silent, accept his boast.
1 make my way with the juvenile stars.
Never speaking. I but a ghost.
I'KIXG the war and for about a year after the signing of the Armistice,
there was probably no resident of Victoria, B. C., that was more respected or better known than Muggins. In fact, one may go even beyond that. Muggins was known to America, of course England and Canada, Belgium. France, Japan—all the world.
Muggins was a dog—a white Siberian spitz. Against his long hair—as white and fluffy as freshly fallen snow—stood out two beady black eyes and a saucy black nose. His intelligent face, his persistent manner, and his indifference to the people who gathered around him (he became accustomed to the crowds and accepted them as a matter of course) were impressive. His perky ears and his long tail, squirrel-like in bushiness, which he kept curled over his hack, only added to this impressiveness.
W hy was Muggins known to all the world?
A number of years back when the first drives for money were going through Canada, a little Victorian wanted to do his bit: so he and his playmate-cousin harnessed Muggins, who was seven years old. and his mate Lulu, punctured the tops of cocoa tins to receive money, tied them to the sides of the dogs with the Canadian colors, and paraded them through first the residence district, and then the down-town section, receiving the contributions of any who wished to give. This money was then turned over to the Canadian Red Cross. The dogs enjoyed their part immensely and soon the four came to be a familiar sight around Victoria. But during one of these drives Lulu caught a cold which developed into pneumonia and caused his death. Muggins became a gold star member of the Red Cross.
His mate gone. Muggins carried on. Finally the Red Cross authorities asked Muggins’ owner to let his dog be stationed in a booth where he could continue his work more easily. The little patriot consented; so his pet was provided with a stand. 'Phis stand was square and was arranged with a sunshade. and a pillow for him to lie on. However, Muggins was up and harking most of the time. The original cocoa tins had now been succeeded by boxes especially made out of heavier metal. On one side of his stand was placed a placard telling of Muggins. His stand was always closely watched although no one would think of teasing such a dog as Muggins. Promptly at noon some one of Muggins’ friends would come and take him to his lunch. Ever so often throughout the day lie was taken down for a short run. However much Muggins must have enjoyed these rests, he was always glad to get back to his job. Muggins would never desert his post unless lie was taken down by some one he knew.
Before the boats were due his stand was placed at the head of the pier where lie could he seen by all those who were waiting. The minute the gang plank touched the pier. Muggins would jump down from his stand (the only time he felt himself justified to leave his stand voluntarily) and run on board to collect what money he could. He was always the first one aboard. He would go first into the card rooms where he seemed to know lie would find many players. It was his custom here, first, to try to attract attention by his presence alone; then if that failed, lie would bark and rattle the coins in his boxes until the passengers noticed him. If this method of advertisement did not secure the attention of the players, which was not often, lie did not hesitate to jump upon one of the tables and remain there till all had contributed. He was a privileged character on every boat and was treated as any other
Mugginsof the great war heroes. .Muggins had the entire freedom of the ships and attacked (not literally, for Muggins was never ugly to any one) any person with whom he came in contact, whether that person happened to he an admiral of the navy or a private of the army.
After the boats had left. Muggins and his booth would be taken to the great green lawn of the Empress Hotel, at which almost every tourist stopped, and there he would stay the rest of the day. He was even taken to the theaters where he would pass up and down the aisles while people dropped money into his boxes. At times these boxes became so heavy that even Muggins found it hard to carry them.
All this work of Muggins led to the spreading of his picture through all the world. The reasons: first, every visitor to Victoria l ought the card
which bore his picture; second, whenever the Red Cross Society of Victoria received a gift from any part of any country, or when that organization sent out a package (Muggins' collections were responsible for a great many of the packages of relief and comfort that left Victoria) and had received an acknowledgment of the arrival of the package, they sent in return this card with Muggins' picture and the amount he had collected to date. In this way, one can readily see, his picture was known to almost every part of the lighting world.
Muggins did not work only for Canada, for when the United States entered the war. Muggins went down to Seattle to aid in a drive for funds there. From then on he wore the American with his Canadian colors.
Muggins, in the time he sat out in bis booth, collected more than $20,000. About four-fifths of this went to the Canadian Red Cross: the remaining fifth, to various other worthy causes, among them the 1 Ialifax Relief Fund and the Red Cross organizations of other countries. An amazing fact about all this work was that Muggins did everything of his own free will; he was forced into nothing. This statement might seem somewhat far-fetched to one who had never seen Muggins, but if that one had ever known Muggins, he fully understands its truth.
Muggins’ earnings were not used for the support of any one branch of the service. Besides giving much to general relief work, lie provided for many special things. Somehow word came through from a German prison camp that two of the soldiers confined there—one boy was from )ntario and the other from New York—were badly in need of certain articles; Muggins supplied these. Again Muggins was called upon to furnish the necessary funds when an ambulance was needed. His contribution in this case was a fine, big Cadillac, having stretcher beds for the severely wounded and seats for those who were able to sit up—in short, fully equipped in every detail. In addition to these special gifts to the army. Muggins contributed to supplies in France.
As 1 said before. Muggins’ collections did not go wholly to one particular part of the war work; he gave to the navy as well as the army. Muggins gave a fine billiard table costing one thousand dollars and a piano worth five hundred and fifty dollars to the convalescent hospital at the Esquimau Station—the large British naval base on Vancouver Island, just a short ride up Victoria Arm from Victoria.
Muggins sat out in his booth for four winters. He did not consider his duty done when hostilities ceased, but he went right on with post-war work.
It was during the winter of 1919-1920 that Muggins, still on duty, caught cold and died. He had been decorated by England, France and Belgium for his service to others.
Muggins was buried, as the soldier lie was, with military honors. I do not know what the epitaph on Muggins gravestone is. but it might be this: "Here lies Muggins, who died serving his country as truly as any of her true soldiers.”
Fran and 1 went down-town today. We didn’t intend to do any shopping, but we went by Young Quinlan’s, one of the department stores, and there was the cutest tweed suit in the window. We couldn’t resist pricing it at least, and to our astonishment the saleswoman said it was only thirty-nine-fifty! “Really, it is a very reasonable price, girls,” she told us. "It has just been marked down from fifty.” So Fran would do nothing but have it at once. She paid ten dollars on it (I had spent the last cent of my allowance at Ivy’s the night before, but was sure next month’s would cover my part), so we took it. and also a straw hat of the same color ("periwinkle.” I think the woman said) for fifteen, which we also "charged.” After that we started home, but it was only four by my watch, so we stopped in at the New Hennepin and didn’t get out until eight-thirty. The landlady hadn’t even waited dinner for us: so we went out to the Oak 'free for dinner.
Tuesday, March fifteenth:
We just got back from a trip with the team to Albert Lea. I had a great time, l iie game wasn’t over ’til late and we couldn’t get a train ’til midnight, so our chaperone took Fran and me with six other girls to a dinky little hotel, where we ate, and spent the night. The fare there was much more than I expected, and of course the hotel bill and the box of candied cherries I bought coming back to Minneapolis were expensive, so 1 had to sell my squirrel choker to Isabel Snyder, but she gave me fifteen for it and now I have three left, so 1 am taking Fran to the chicken shop tonight, providing she won’t go over one and a half.
Sunday, March twenty-first:
Eleanor Prescott had a "Dutch Treat” indoor picnic last night, so I had to open up an account at a butcher shop and charge five pounds of porterhouse—also some perfectly delicious pickle relish—three bottles. The butcher was rather horrid about letting me open up an account, but I assured him I’d pay it on the first, when Mother sent me my allowance. Then, too, I had to buy Ruth Elders a birthday present yesterday. Fran spent ten ninety-live on a golf bag for her, so 1 bought (“charged,” rather) an eight dollar bar pin at Donaldson’s and let her charge her shampoo and marcel up to me to make up for the other two dollars.
Friday, March thirty-first:
Of all the bills I’m getting lately! W hy. I never realized I had so many accounts down-town and I’m sure I haven’t spent so much as they say— actually there are still bills for malted milks and sundaes bought three months ago! I can’t begin to add them all up because more and more keep presenting themselves every day! And I’m desperate, because, even though my allow ance is due tomorrow. I know I can’t begin to pay the horrid things. I can see no way out of it. 1 wrote to mother and hinted for some "extra.” but she wrote back and said Daddy is in California and won’t be back for two or three weeks. Oh. woe is me !
SAM CEL BROWN KIRKWOOD.
From the Diary of a Co-ed
OX DAY, March first: BI5BILA
Sunday, April second:
Fran is a jewel. She is like Sentimental Tommy—she can always “find a w’y.” 1 show her my pile of hills and she thought of an idea right away.
Of course it’s a dead secret. We sneaked out after dinner last night and went down-town and pawned my platinum wrist watch. I had no idea it was worth so much. He said it was worth seventy-five, hut he would give me one hundred for it. lie was awfully suspicious and mean at first, but when I said I'd give it to him for one hundred he turned rather pleasant. W e persuaded him to hold it for two weeks and he said all right if we could pay for it in that time he wouldn’t sell it, and we could have it hack for the same price. It surely is a load off of my mind! I'm going to pay every hill as soon as 1 can get down town and I think that will he Saturday.
1 was just going out to pay up my debts this noon when whom should I hump into hut Mother! She explained that she had gotten lonesome with Daddy gone so had come down here to surprise me by a little visit. Well. I sure enough was surprised and glad, except for my one worry about the hills, which I thought was over with. But how was I to get those everlasting things paid, then? Mother sweetly inquired where I was going. Out to lunch? Oh, she would go with me—she was very hungry. Mother is blessed with this nice little way of taking things for granted. She often spares me much embarrassment in this way. So we went down-town to a cafe (Mother wanted to see the store windows), and Mother commented on the excellent food, reasonable prices, asked how I was getting along with my school work, et cetera, until I felt almost at ease. While on the salad, though, she glanced at her watch and said: “Oh. dear, my watch has stopped again. What time do you have?" I glanced nervously at my bare wrist, blushed furiously, and finally blurted: “I-er-it-I left it at the jeweler’s.” Mother relieved mv conscience to a certain extent by simply “passing it over" with something like this: “I hope you can get it soon. You know it’s worth over five hundred dollars and it would break my heart if you’d lose it or anything.”
On the way home we had to pass the pawn shop and there sat my dear innocent little watch in the window. I succeeded in keeping Mother’s attention across the street, however, and when we got back to the house. I put my purse with the hundred dollars and all the bills in it in my bureau drawer, and with a heavy heart, locked it.
Wednesday, April thirteenth:
Mother has gone and how angelic I feel. (lee. but a lot can happen in three or four days! All went well, apparently, over Sunday and even Monday. Mother avoided the subject of watches and even clocks most carefully. She looked surprised when a bill of two and a half came for a cute little Chinese ring—the last thing I had “charged.” thank goodness, and once she almost went into my pockctbook for change for a dollar. Besides that, nothing suspicious happened. Mother shopped all Monday morning while I was at school, and Tuesday after school she announced that we were going to the jewelry shop to get my watch. I actually shot k I was so scared. 1 tried a million excuses, but none would work. At last when we were only one more block from that fateful place, I decided that the only thing to do would be to tell her everything; but no. she wouldn’t give me a chance—wouldn’t listen to a word. She had never acted so queerly before. “Tell me afterwards, dear. I’m in a rush now.” and so forth until we were there. If I were Foe, or some other short-story writer. I might relate the scene that followed very
Page Fifty-sevenbreath-holdingly, and describe in detail my terrible sensations, but as I am not. 1 will merely state what happened. Mother walked up to the counter, took my watch out of her bag, handed it to the jeweler, and asked if he could engrave my initials on the back of it. 1 was so dizzy with astonishment I didn’t hear what followed, but I know that Mother left it there for me to go for in a week and the next moment we were on the street again.
“How, when—” I began sheepishly.
Mother interrupted tactfully.
“I knew from the first day 1 saw you. Katherine.” she said simply, “that you were worried about something—in some tangle, so 1 watched you carefully and from the way you acted once or twice I guessed that you were in trouble financially. Yesterday I was going to that same place we ate at Saturday, when 1 passed a pawn shop and saw your watch.”
“Oh. Mother, let me ex----”
“1 think 1 understand everything, my dear. I went in and questioned the pawn broker and gathered from what he said that it was surely yours. Although lie held back a little at first, he said finally that he’d sell me it for one hundred and fifty dollars. No, you keep your money and pay back your debts—bills it is, isn’t it? I won’t ask you how much you went in debt, but if you'll promise me never to charge another thing I’ll increase your allowance to as much as you want it.”
Hut I had learned my lesson (humiliated thing that I was), and told her if I would stop being so extravagant my allowance would do fine.
Then we “made it all right” by going “fifty-fifty” (really “seventy-five-twenty-five”—my part, the “twenty-five."—that part left over from the one hundred), and buying me a new party dress, jade silk, at Atkinson’s.
And I still feel angelic.
DOROTHY JACKSON. 2X
A Senior’s Lament
After the Manner of R ltd yard Kipling
I X THE dear old High School building.
Where my old desks used to be. There’ll be other pupils sittin’.
And 1 know they’ll think of me;
For the wood’s all over ink-spots,
And there’s scratches on the glaze. And my gum is where I left it.
In my last old High School days.
Oh those dear old High School days. With their cut-up pranks and plays!
I shall never quite forget them As I tread life’s busy ways,
And the eyes of memory gaze:
As my heart leaps up with longing— Not to leave those High School days.
Page Pifty-eightThe Mob
Z: The main hall. Time: At noon. Tick-tock! Tick-tock! Tick-------”
“Whoowwoun!” A wild whoop interrupts the placid meditations of the old clock above the lockers. The building shudders from its very foundations. Sounds as of stampeding buffalos offend the unaccustomed ear. The tnob pours in, crushing everything, expertly ducking between the legs of everything so unfortunate as to present itself as an obstacle in the way to the nearest exit. (It would be terrible to be late to lunch period!) Far back in a corner a trembling faculty member crouches—timid, terrorized—waiting till a movement will not involve peril of complete annihilation. Faintly above the din sounds a feeble protest. I)r. Finney is vainly endeavoring to gain Mr. Selke’s office; as the mob is headed around in the other direction, Ur. Finney is in grave danger of being swept along into the girl’s locker room. For an instant an indulgent smile lights his face: again he lifts his voice in protest, but more feebly this time; he clutches vainly at a flying red braid belonging to some unheeding head. Swwsh! The mob is swallowed up in the lower regions. Xot a sign of life. Then from behind the balustrade Ur. Finney emerges, painfully, wiping his brow.
Silence—almost deathly; the mob has adjourned to “Shev‘’ and the “onion." The old clock heaves an almost audible sigh of relief. The building regains its poised expression, and Ole begins stoically to sweep the ffoor— swish, swish, in time to the satisfied “tick-tock."
“A-A-Anyb’dy goddunv p-o-o-w-w-d-e-r!" The cry reverberates through the empty halls. The appeal is unheeded. If repeated, it is drowned out entirely bv the veritable howl which succeeds it: “A-A-Anybuddy wanna
buya X’ Kskimo-o P-i-e-e-e!” The poor old clock fairly gasps with amazement at this astounding demonstration of Helen Harlow’s vocal powers. “A-A-A-nby-o-w-u-b-’skimo P-I-I-E-E!” “Tick-tock-tick-oh-dear-tock!" exclaims the old clock in bewilderment.
A sophomore enters (oh. it doesn’t matter which sophomore, just any sophomore will do). She tries the office door and steps back with a howl of disgust. “Somebody come an’ open th' office d-o-o-o-r!" Enter a freshman— regards sophomore with interest, and as he gets the idea begins vehemently kicking the door, in rage. Enter Fritz Alway and three seniors. With one accord their voices are raised to the heavens. Chorus: “Sonunebody come an' open the office door!" Down the corridor Miss Denneen appears. With a mad dash they gallop toward her and surround her with arms and compliments. “Oh, Miss Denneen. what a darling dr—.” "We’ve been wondering where you-----.’’
Miss Denneen pauses in bewilderment at this startling display of affection. So innocently she follows their eager gaze: she suddenly catches sight of the office door, still spitefully closed. "Oh!” The relief of comprehension is great, and she pulls a bunch of keys from her pocket.
Enter a chorus of boys with sandwiches: "She’s a M-e-a-n Job!” They perch in a row on the bannister, each attempting to discover a position more perilous than that of his neighbor. Margaret Thompson emerges from the office carrying half a dozen candy-boxes, and with joyful shouts the chorus madly pursues her into the study-hall.
Page Fifty-nineThe math room door opens. The irate trig class files out. “Let’s just walk out! Will you walk out tomorrow when the hell rings?" “I fu-lunked fu-lat!” "No right to keep us like that!" “Got any food?” "Walk right out!" "Simply starving--Then with a sudden spurt of energy they dash down-
stairs and mob the Eskimo Pie stand. "Mcav-ens, tick-toek, such a racket. A person can’t hear himself tick!"
The first bell rings vehemently. It might have saved itself the trouble, for every one has gone out for a walk. Miss Morehouse silently ascends the abandoned staircase. Sounds of riot from below: "Got a pencil?" "Most
terrible test and not a speck of paper...An hour after school——"God-
dung’y p-o-o-w-wder?” Four conscientious students enter four several rooms. The last bell rings. 1C very body, breathless and flushed, dashes madly to his proper class-room. In sheer astonishment: “The last bell? It was?” And with one accord the mob invades the oflice. "Mv-word. tick-tock. they needn’t fuss if I am always wrong. hat do they expect? tock—no respect at all? If I don’t have a complete break-down one of these days—tick-tock. ab-so-lute-Iy."
Page SixtyPage Si.vly-onrA Word from the Coach
ATHLETICS and the athletic situation at the University High School have satisfactorily improved during the past year. Perhaps we have not won as many interscholastic games as we hope to win in future years, but a larger percentage of our boys have been engaged in competitive athletic games than in any other previous year. This promises well for the future teams of University High School, and it has also created a wider interest in athletics throughout the entire student body.
Each of the three school teams—football, basketball, and baseball, have wisely chosen as their respective captains a member who has proved to be a very good leader. Dana Bailey was an exceptional help to the coaches in football. In the games, he directed the team in such a manner that he inspired confidence in his team mates. Basketball could not have existed without Eric Borglin. lie shouldered the responsibilities of captain, coach, and manager. John Flannagan is doing well with the baseball team.
The work of three seniors who have played good, consistent games in each of the three sports is worthy of mention. These boys are Leslie Blom-berg. Eric Borglin, and David Canfield. Each has played Irs part in athletics conscientiously and to the best of his ability. One junior, k'lb ridge Curtis, and one sophomore. Edwin McQuillan, should also be included in these three-letter men.
Page Si.vly-two“U" Men In Athletics
D. Bailey, ’20, Captain '21.
E. Curtis, ’20, 21.
D. Canfield, ’20. '21.
E. Borglin, ’20. '21.
J. McConnell. '20. '21.
N. Cl lire, ’20. ’21.
L. Blomberg, '21. J. Flannagan, ’21. L. Hughes, ’21.
G. Ladd. ’21.
E. McQuillan, ’21. L. Dieber. ’21.
E. Borglin. 21. Captain '22. I.. Blomberg, ’21. ’22.
I). Canfield, '21, 22.
D. Miller. ’22.
E. Curtis, ’22.
E. McQuillan, ’22. L. Dieber. '22.
1). Canfield, T9. ’20. Capt. '21. ’22. D. Miller. 21. '22. J. Flannagan. '21. Captain 22. R. Moulton, ’22.
E. Borglin. '20. '21, '22. W. Boss. '22.
L. Blomberg, '20, ’22. M. Freeman, ’22.
W. Hilgedick, '21. '22. C. Reed, ’22.
E. Curtis. ’21, 22. X. ( lure. ‘22.
E. McQuillan, '22.
Page Sixty threefelSBILA,
Hack Ron —Smith. McQuillan, Differ. Fla.nn agan. Clure, Carol Middle Rote—Canfield. Curtis, Hailey, Blomrkrg, Borgiin Front Rote—Ladd, Hughes, Clure
WHEN’ the first call for football was sounded on September 23. thirty candidates answered it. The veterans back from last year’s team were: Captain Hailey, Canfield, Borgiin. Clure. McConnell, and Curtis. Coach Carol was engaged to handle the second team for the season, leaving Mr. Smith to take care of the first stringers. After two weeks of hard work, taken up largely in signal and tackling practice and in whipping the green material into shape! ‘U” High was ready to take the field for her first game.
The Alumni were the first victims of the 1921 team, losing 20 0 to their Alma Mater in a game which proved to be a good workout for the “U” High squad. Victory in the opening game inspired confidence in our untried men.
In the first part of October, North was engaged, overcoming their more ambitious foes, 28-0. It was a fight from start to finish, with “U” High doing most of the aggressive work in the first part of the game. In the latter half, however, the team weakened, allowing their heavier and more skilled opponents to take advantage of the “breaks” and pile up a large score.
I age Sixty-four BISBILA
On the Tuesday following the North game. University High walloped Hopkins to the tune of 43-6. As the size of the score indicates, this game was a virtual track meet, with U. H. S. warriors pouring over the goal line every few minutes.
One of the closest and most exciting games of the season was played at Hast. “U” High won by a score of 7-6. For the first time in the season the breaks of the game were with the “U" gridders.
On October 20. West beat us on the River Flats, 14-0. The team was considerably weakened by the ineligibility of one star player and the injury of another. Many times during the game, it looked as though "I ” High had a good chance for victory, but beef and luck finally prevailed, although West was given a scrap every inch of the way.
The St. Paul Academy boys came over to University High for their annual football conflict. The game took place on the River Flats on a Friday afternoon. Roth teams scored touchdowns in the first half, which ended with U. H. S. on S. P. A.’s three-yard line. The second half proved the undoing of our team, for our foes had overcome us 17-7 when the final whistle sounded.
November 3 dawned with the final game of the season to be played against our ancient enemy. Rlake. The game was characterized bv profuse injuries. )ur boys went down to a 19-0 defeat.
This game terminated the high school football careers of Captain Hailey, Rorglin. Hlomberg. Canfield, Clure. Hughes, and Ladd. The 1922 team will be captained by Elbridge Curtis.
Borg us ...............................Rifdit End Clure Left End
Bailey..............Right Tackle Canfield .......... Quarterback
Hughes ..............Right Guard McConnell.................Ix ft Halfback
Diehf.k ..................Center Curtis .................Fullback
McQuillan.............Left Guard Hlomberg..................Right Halflack
Ladd ................Left Tackle Flaxxagax .............Halfback
Page Sixty-fiveStanding— Mili-kk, Dikber, Ca.nkif.ij . Curtis. McQuillan, McConnell Sitting—Blomberg, Borglin, Hughes
TlIK 1922 basketball season was the most successful University High School has had since 1919. Due to the tireless cooperation of the eight fellows who stuck out the season without a regular coach and without a gymnasium, "U” High managed to win a majority of the games played.
The season opened against the strong South High team. Both showed a lack of team work, but South had the best of it, 35-17.
The next three games were lost to Hast. North, and Central, by close scores. In all of these games the team was greatly handicapped by the absence of several players.
At length the team came back into form, whipping Humboldt and Hopkins. 13-11 and 2K-2. respectively. In both of these games the team showed evidence of real ability.
St. Thomas was ‘l " High’s first regular game, played on the opponent’s floor. The score: St. Thomas, 15; “L ” High. 10.
P lgc Sixty-sixThe next team encountered was Minnesota College, on the Farm School floor. Every man on the team played well and “U“ High swept through their opponent’s defense for a brilliant victory of 26-12.
The International Bible College from the University campus journeyed up to the Farm School for a practice game. In spite of size and age. they were taken into camp, 40-25.
The first game with Blake was played at the Farm gym. At this time, the team was nearly broken up. Mr. Smith had difficulty in mustering five men for the big battle of the season. Through the maintenance of an early lead, however, our faithful quintet walked off the floor with a 21-13 victory.
()ur first encounter with S. P. A. was also played at the Farm School. In spite of the fact that three regulars were unable to play, “U” High “brought home the bacon,” 15-6. Grit, rather than basketball ability, won the game.
Mechanic Arts took the trolley car to the “Ag” gym expecting an easy victory. The “U” High boys were determined to win from the Trainers and wipe out a previous defeat, and with every man playing clean, clever basketball. their ambition was realized by a score of 18-9.
In the only out-of-town journey of the season. University High lost a hard-fought game to Anoka. 19-12.
After a wait of an hour and a half for a street car. the team rode over to Blake to engage them in their second tilt of the season. The team had hopes of winning and by so doing running their string of victories to five straight. The ”U” High rooters were as much astonished as Blake was over the final result. 33-13 in our favor.
“U” High’s hopes of ending the season with six straight victories were blasted by S. P. A. The shape of the floor, which was almost square and enclosed on three sides by a wall, broke up our style of play and prevented our team from overcoming S. P. A.'s lead.
Four of University High School’s basketball stars will graduate this spring. They are: Captain Borglin, Blomberg, Canfield, and Hughes. “Red” McQuillan has been elected captain of the 1923 team.
Capt. Borglin..........Forward Canfield ..
Blomberg ..............Forward Curtis ---
Dikrkr ................Forward Miller ___
THE baseball season opened when Coach Smith and Captain Flannagan called the first practice during the Easter holidays. Thirty men answered the summons, and out of this group seven veterans were back.
Our game played with Central High at the River Flats, was featured by heavy slugging by both sides. Our opponents finally won, 15-12.
A game was played with North at North Commons. “U" High defeated their heavier opponents for the second time this season, 5-4.
Our next opponent was Shattuck. The team made the trip to Faribault in cars, accompanied by a large crowd of rooters. The score: Shattuck. 9; Cniversitv High. 6.
On the next day. Minnesota College opposed us in the first Academic League game of the year. With air-tight pitching, backed by splendid support. “U” I ligh won, 9-6.
Blake, our perpetual rival, came over to Northrop. Field to show us what they could do. We held a slight lead in the early part of the game, hut our opponents managed to overcome it and sewed up the game in the tenth frame, winning 12-11.
Hjlgcdick ....................Left Field
Rib ........................Center Field
Borglin .....................First Base
CAxriELD ....................... Pitcher
Curtis ......................... Pitcher
Fan nag an ...................Third Base
McQuillan ...................Second Base
Clure .......................... Catcher
CatcherPage Sixty-nineRIF FRII A
IN’ connection with girls’ athletics. Acme is very useful. In the first place.
it is the athletic organization for girls in “U” High. Then, it awards gold "tV to girls who have won 180 points by attainment of grades, proficiency in athletics and general hygiene. It watches team practices, helps pick teams, arranges and decides tournaments, and awards points for the cup to the winning teams. Those self-important appearing girls whom one notices on the evening of the annual gymnasium contest and demonstration arc Acmeans who are helping the instructor. They get the girls in line on time and move apparatus. As a whole, the aim and spirit of Acme is to foster good sportsmanship and teamwork in the high sch x l athletics.
A FACT much regretted by many of the girls is that the scheduled tennis tournaments have never been played to a finish. Thus among “U” High girls, the tennis champion is unknown. The tournaments are started off in grand style; but school generally closes a day or two before the final game and it is not played. Last year contestants were excused from gym to play, and the tournament was very nearly decided. Either because Mary Frances was afraid of Bessie, or vice versa, the girls have the game yet before them. That the high school girls have an interest in tennis is assured by the number who sign up for the tournament, and by the way they spring up after defeat. It is hoped that a tennis tournament will be held this spring, and that at last “U” High will find a tennis champion.
'T' HE Acmeans are very proud this year to have completed the three series ■ of bikes, which has never been done before. During the fall, they conducted many hikes out into the country; but in winter every one was more than willing to stay in the city.
Snow-shoe hikes were the most fun. For most, they were a new experience. but some seemed to take to them like ducks to water.
There were some very exciting hikes such as the four-mile one to Rose Hill where the hikers found themselves in a raided store instead of the innocent place they expected. Another hike was along the river where the police were dragging it.
On every hike, even though some were tired, each finished it with the thought that she had made a new friend, and had become better acquainted with her old ones.
A CM E plans in the course of every year to give to a certain number of girls who have gained specified points in health, scholarship, and gymnastic ability, a letter “U” to which an “H" is added upon admission to Acme. During the four years Acme has been established, many letters have been given out. Several years ago it was considered quite wonderful and unusual
Page Seventyfor a girl in her Freshman year to get all her points, and when in 1919 one Freshman finished, she was greatly admired. Last year, two Freshmen surprised every one and got their letters very easily: but this year, the Freshmen have surpassed all former classes, and three of their members have received letters. W hen they were asked how they did it. they replied that it was nothing, they had lots more than enough points. As fame said to the poet, “They’re the berries.”
Eighteen letters were presented at the demonstration by Dr. J. Anna Norris, director of physical education for women at the University of Minnesota. The three Freshmen to receive letters were Eleanor King, Mary Payne, and Ruth Lampland. The Sophomores included Louise Leland, Florence Bauermeister, and Margaret Hummel. The most were presented to Juniors, who were Ethel Lamb, Mary Boyd, Helen Feuling, Ruth Hildebrandt, Helen Minty, Esther Bullis, Eileen Kyle, Anna Olson, and Dorothy Chase. Four Seniors, Margaret Thompson, Margaret Fredrickson. Margaret Erickson, and Doris Anderson, were also presented with letters.
T F doubt lurked in anyone’s mind as to what a real exhibit means, it was certainly removed after he had attended the Gym exhibition of 1922. A real exhibition it was, of accuracy, agility, skill, and enthusiastic co-operation.
The first to appear were the Freshmen, who in their marching and floor work showed good results of their year’s training.
The Sophomores next showed their skill in oblique marching, and then, when lying on the floor, demonstrated their ability to relax.
To give the Juniors a little more time to collect their senses, a folk dance was given by the Freshman class.
The Junior class, represented by twelve brave lasses, came on the floor next and showed their superiority over the lower classmen by their marching in fours and more difficult combinations of exercises.
The Seniors, the last being the best, of course, performed the most difficult exercises, including marching with doubling and in fours. They left the floor with an exhibition of good running.
Some commotion of placing apparatus heralded the next feature. From each class four girls had been picked for each of the two groups of apparatus work. For a while it seemed like a six-ringed circus when one turned to watch the work going on. There was rope climbing, vaulting, and various other kinds of suspension and jumping exercises.
Again the confident Sophomores skipped into the room to give their folk dance, “(lathering Peascods.’’ They were followed by the Juniors and Seniors, who performed the movements of another English folk dance, the “Portland
to relieve the suspense while the judges were counting up the class scores, the different classes participated in Circle Bombardment. 'The Sophomores and Seniors, playing against Freshmen and Juniors, came out victorious.
Probably the noisiest and most exciting event of the evening was the Obstacle Relay Race, in which all classes took part. Amid great shouts and confusion, the Sophomores and Seniors both finished at the same time. 'This ended the girls’ part of the performance.
When quiet prevailed. Dr. Norris awarded the “U’s” to the girls who had gained the required number of points. Then she pinned the pledge pin
Page Seventy-oneon the two new Acineans and announced that Greta Clark had been elected as the representative to Camp Ahiti. Last, but not least, came the announcement of the final scores, which, based on a perfect score of 110, were as follows:
Seniors ..................................... •.......96.6
Although the Seniors were victorious, the real credit belongs to Miss Browning, who through her interest and effort made the whole year’s work a great success.
FR )M the girls who come to sports hour, a team is chosen for each class.
These teams compete with each other to decide the winning class. The first tournament held this year was the one in captain-ball, which was probably the most enthusiastically played. Scrimmage was played in the fall, but had to be given up on account of a few minor casualties before teams were chosen. There were a large number of girls to choose from for the captain-ball teams, but after a few practices the best were chosen. The Senior Team, composed mostly of veterans, had a decided advantage, and won very easily from the other three teams.
Soon after the captain-ball tournament had been played, ncwcombe teams began practice. It was rather difficult to find girls who had been out to a sufficient number of practices to be eligible, but at last five girls from each class were found. Ncwcombe. being rather less exciting than captain-ball. was not greeted with as much enthusiasm. Again the Seniors won from the other classes, and the newcombe tournament ended.
Apparatus teams were busy practicing for two or three weeks before the exhibition, and some very skilled groups were the result. These teams did themselves credit in the contest, and it was hard to judge between them. Baseball was taken up with much “pep” after the exhibition, and if the first few practices are examples of what is to come, some very swift teams mav be expected.
I—Instructor, Miss Browning
I! YES, that stands for instructor, so I'm told. And what of that? Well.
here am I. an instructor in “C” High, invited to tell the tale of my life briefly and to the point.
Many long years ago, in a metropolis in Connecticut, a beautiful little girl made her appearance in this world. How could that have been, did I hear you ask? Ah. you misunderstand me—it was not I, but a friend of mine of the same age. We grew up together, playing always with the boys rather than with the girls. What did we care for silly girls’ games when we could play baseball or football with the boys? Soon, however. I came to realize that most of the girls enjoyed the more active games as much as we did.
Having struggled through four years of high school preparatory to college. I decided that the life of a student was not in my line, so I chose my career in physical education. Little did I foresee the work which lay before me. Although I soon realized my mistake with regard to studying connected with my chosen work, I never regretted my choice. I completed
Page Scvcniy-twomy professional course, taught, decided that I really needed that college education which I had previously spurned, and returned to obtain it. Here before you stands the product of these many years.
XE of the most sought-after articles in the high school is the silver
loving-cup which is given each year to the class of girls which obtains the greatest number of points in gymnastic accomplishments. This cup was bought from the incidental fee to show that the faculty had an interest in athletics and to bring about a better condition through competition. For a year it has held a place of honor on the study hall table, where it serves to quicken the ambition of the contestants.
Unlike the points for Acme and letters, the points for the cup include only participation in sports and class work. On the cup are two inscriptions which are the beginning of a long line. The first is, “W on by the class of 1922 in 1920.” The class was certainly proud of itself when, as Sophomores, it won from Juniors and Seniors; but the Freshmen outdid them the next year and surprised everyone except themselves. So the second inscription reads. “Won by the class of 1924 in 1921.”
Competition for 1922 has been rather close between the Seniors and Freshmen. At the time when the Bisbila went to press, the scores stood in favor of the Freshmen, who had 574 points. The Seniors came next with 440, the Sophomores next with 421. and the Juniors last with 390. The Freshmen this year threaten to do as last year’s Freshmen did, and with such a good start, we can only guess that the next inscription on the cup will read: “Won by the class of 1925 in 1922.’’
RATHER important item in the athletics for girls is the sports. Dur-
- ing the year, two afternoons a week are devoted to games and sports. Sports hour began last fall under the direction of Miss Browning, and was held every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon after school. In the fall quarter, the hour was devoted to Captain Ball, which drew a large number, especially when it counted as a make-up. Later separate make-up classes were held, and the number out for sports was diminished somewhat.
At the beginning of the second quarter, there were two changes: first, we lost Miss Browning to gain Mrs. Cram; and second, Xewcombe took the place of captain-ball. Xewcombe did not seem to draw as large a number as captain-ball, and some afternoons there were very few present. A number of girls were conspicuous by their absence on the nights when the "U” High basketball team played a game at the Farm School gym.
The Juniors and Seniors came back after spring vacation expecting to have the treat of a little late basketball: but their hopes were groundless, as they found that the sports hours until the exhibition would be given up to extensive training in apparatus work in preparation for the final demonstration. and that later baseball would occupy the sports hours. Baseball is a very popular sport, and large numbers of all classes are appearing. One attraction is the fact that it is held out-of-doors, and if anyone wants a little entertainment on a Tuesday or Thursday, we recommend that he or she stop and watch a game of indoor baseball behind the Gym.
Page Seventy-threeFlorence: You will give up smoking when we are married, won’t you,
Jim: I don’t smoke at all.
Florence: Oh, what a shame!
Margaret’s father is a minister and Margaret happened to remark to him that Miss Smith had told her that “congregate” and “collect” meant exactly the same thing. “Quite wrong.” said Rev. Frederickson; “quite wrong. Tell vour teacher there is all the difference in the world between a ‘congregation’ and a ‘collection’.”
Mother: Poor Flbridge is so unfortunate!
Caller: How’s that?
Mother: During the track meet he broke one of the best records they
had made in school!
"Do you always stutter like that?” asked Hughes of West.
“N-X-No,” was the reply. “Only w-wh-when I t-t-talk.”
Customer: “Have you frog legs?”
W aitress: “No, I ain’t, smarty. Me short skirt just makes ’em look that
"W hat is the plural of man. Starr?” asked Miss Habinan.
"Men.” answered Starr.
“And the plural of child?”
An Irish youngster had often heard his grandmother say: “We’re near rain. I feel it in my bones.”
One day his school teacher asked him where rain come from: “From my grandmother’s bones, ma’am.”
Miss Inglis: “What figure of speech is 1 love my teacher’?”
A riEMBEFt OF THE ACc. CLASS IN 1 3 2..
Page Seventy-fire“Every person has some peculiarity that sets him apart from his fellows.” said Dave Canfield.
“I have none ’ said Ruth E.
“Which hand do you use to stir your coffee?” asked Dave.
“My right hand, usually.” replied Ruth.
“That is a peculiarity,” said Dave. “Most people use a spoon.”
Ben: “Help! Help! I can’t swim.”
Bridge (on shore) : “I can’t either, but I aint hollering about it.”
Miss Morehouse: “Winfred, you will find the constitution in the appendix of your history.”
W innie: “My history ain’t got no appendix.”
Policeman: “What are you standing 'ere for?”
Policeman: “Well, just move on. If everybody was to stand in one place, how would the rest get by?”
Surgeon (to Eleanor) : “Well, little girl, if 1 don’t see you again, here’s luck!”
Frank to Fanny: “Well, how did you find yourself this morning?”
Fanny to Frank: “Oh. I just opened my eyes and there 1 was!”
Mr. Smith (attempting t be witty in class) : “And can any of you children tell me where has mypolygon?"
Phil Barlow (in rear) : “L’p the geometree. sir.”
It must be a shock for the bobbed-hair girl to meet her tresses coming down the street “switched” to some other person’s head.
There was a young lady named Florence.
Who for kissing professed great abhorrence:
But when she’d been kissed And found what she’d missed.
She cried till the tears came in torrents.
Vicar (at village concert): Miss Winchell will sing again: “I Cannot Tell You Why.”
Nibs: What makes a man always give a woman a diamond engagement ring?
Frank: The woman!
Rollefson : A friend of mine has sent me an interesting book. “Relativity.” by Einstein. Have you read it?
Winnie H.: I am waiting for it to be filmed.
Page Seventy-sixfflood ia
rage Seventy-sevenHelen was playing one day, when a little girl with a dirty face stopped to look on. Helen, being of an analytical turn of mind, thought she would ascertain the cause of this facial defect, and asked. “Do you wash your face with your dirty hands or do you wash your hands first and then wash your face in the dirty water?”
"Don’t do neither,” came the reply. “1 ain’t no idiot.”
If a plaid-clad caddy laddie’s daddy had a fad for adding, would the plaid-clad caddy laddie’s daddy be an adder? And if the plaid-clad caddy laddie addled daddy in his adding would the plaid-cl«ad caddy laddie’s daddy make the plaid-clad caddy laddie sadder?
Where can a man find a cap for his knee.
Or a key' for the lock of his hair?
W ould you call his eyes an academy'
Because there are pupils there?
What jewels adorn the crown of his head?
Who crosses the bridge of his nose?
Would he use in shingling the roof of his mouth The nails from the ends of his toes?
Could the crook of his elbow be sent to jail—
If so, what would it do?
Who is it that sharpens his shoulder-blades?
I’ll be darned if I know, do you?
My wife’s away, so take a look Behind the kitchen scenes;
For every meal at home. I cook A can of Boston Beans!
Sardines for breakfast—what a meal!
For supper, salmon serves;
Until today I really feel
It’s getting on my nerves.
I’ve run the canned goods clear, way through.
From salmon down to ham:
W ould she return, if she but knew How sick of it I am?
But I must keep a cheerful face;
She needs a change of scenes;
I’ll bear it with becoming grace,
And learn to live on beans. —August Dvorak.
Gene—Where is mercury mined?
Dvorak—In II. G. Wells.
Mr. Johnson: The day wore on.
Mr. Opheim—What did it wear?
Mr. Johnson—The close of day.
Page Sc: rn ly-eigh tTHROWING IX UPON THe SCREEN
W 5 FACE
Page Seventy-nineNATURAL HISTORY NOTES
When a pup grows up.
It’s a dog.
When a pig gets big.
It's a hog.
A polliwog. they say.
Will he a frog some day.
I’m pretty well certain that A kitty will soon be a cat.
A colt will, of course.
Sometime be a horse.
A calf. I’ll allow.
Will soon he a cow.
When a chicken grows It is then Either a rooster, I suppose.
Or a hen.
Mrs. Casey: “My sister tells me that the case of bottles we sent her were all broken. Are you sure you put ’this side up up on top of the case? ’
Mr. Casey. “To be sure, and for fear they wouldn’t see it. I put it on the bottom, too.”
“That laugh of yours. I say again.
Annoys me quite intensely."
“You’d better cut your whiskers, then:
They tickle me immensely."
Bridge—(iood-night. Don. talk about getting married! Why. you can’t
even take care of yourself.
Don—Well, two of us can take care of me. can’t they?
Mrs. Hickey—Are you enjoying your Eskimo Pie, Lowell?
Lowell—No, ma’am. I have to cat it too fast. I’m expecting a friend of mine along in a minute.
When Willie smiled, I said. “My child, pray tell me, what’s the joke?”
“Oh. it amuses me.” said he, “to see the artichoke."
Little lines of Latin.
Little lines to scan.
Make a mighty Virgil —But a crazy man.
Page HighlyMV FIRST LITERARY VENTURE
I. 1 purchased a pen.
Some paper, and ink.
I went to my den And started to think.
II. I wanted to write A novel of the West That possibly might Rank with the best.
III. I racked my brain For a suitable plot But failed to gain That which 1 sought.
IV. I gave up soon.
And climbed into bed:
Which was surely a boon For my aching head.
—FA' E R E'IT CC) . I ST 0 K
Ladd—“That’s a nice dog you have there. ’
Lit —“Yes, but lie’s consumptive.
Litz—“Yeah, Spitz blood.
A Freshman from the Amazon Put nighties of his (iramazon:
The reason’s that I le was too fat To get his own Pajamazon.
“Doesn’t this hotel know that a law against public roller towels was passed three years ago?”
“Yes, but ex post facto laws are not permitted in this state. That towel was put up before the law was passed.”
Co-Ed—"I’m afraid I flunked that make-up exam today.”
F.d—"Your face shows it.”
If you don’t behave in study hall, but share in noisy talk.
Or stamp your feet upon the floor, or start to throwing chalk.
Or speak without permission—better watch what you’re about.
Or Mr. Reeve will get you—if you don’t watch out.
Or if you don’t get settled til the period’s half o’er.
Or tear your paper into bits and throw them on the floor.
Or don’t return the magazines—you’d better look about.
Or Mr. Reeve will get you—if you don’t watch out.
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Wife—“Our new maid has sharp ears.’
Hub—“I noticed that the doors are all scratched up around the keyholes.”
“Have vou heard about the new II. Y. I). Orchestra?’
“No, but why B. Y. !).?“
“Oh. it’s only one piece.”
(Now you tell one.)
“That’s a good point.” remarked the pencil sharpener with a satisfied air.
When Bridget climbed into the chair Her nerves were in a fidget;
The dentist couldn’t crown her tooth.
So he proposed to Bridget.
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