Blake School - Reflections / Call O Pan Yearbook (Hopkins, MN)

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LEFT: After 30 yrs., it's good to be back. BELOW: Todd — Actually, I figured I'd wait 'til 76. RIGHT: A former mayor discusses the strains of the job and why he decided not to run again. in a year in which the cities and their problems were attracting increasing attention from a growing segment of American society, Blake was privileged to have Arthur Naftalin, former Mayor of Minneapolis, address the school on this pressingly urgent topic. Despite some questions such as Do you intend to run for governor? and some penetrating remarks from the Varsity Debate Team, Professor Naftalin (yes, thats right, another politician turned academician) through both his formal presentation in chapel as well as discussions with a few classes, provided the Blake community with some provocative insights into the complexities of urban society and government. 19

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Humphrey — Naftalin In '69-70 For the first time since 1938, Hubert Horatio Humphrey spoke to the assembled Blake faculty and student body, as well as a group of selected Northrupiles. Speaking predominantly on education, especially the knowledge revolution Professor Humphrey seemed to have the total attention of everyone present, not so much for what he actually said, but because of the er-nest and sincere way in which he presented his ideas. The former Vice President, who is now serving on the faculty of the University and Macalester College, was Mayor of Minneapolis when he visited the hill over 30 years ago. He is politely remembered as having a a remarkable facility for words . It was altogether fitting that Mr. Humphrey should kick off a series of lectures and forums which have really been the highlights of the academic year. I'm pleased as punch to be here today.'

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Capt. Shanley Heffelfinger, Beth McCann, Sally Kingman, Annie Child, Linda Thorpe, Beth Lindahl, Ginger Owens, Shelly Dayton, Sue Aurand. Missing: Kathy Peterson. Cheerleaders Add Color To Blake Sports Scene There is a subdued silence from the assembled multitudes surrounding the playing surface. The teams are already engaged in their vigorous combat, so it can not be the awed reverence reserved for the entrance of our acclaimed athletes. And if it is not a lackey of the administration, then who could be causing this dearth of vehement cheering? Then from around the corner appears a figure bundled against the brisk air. And another and another. Sure enough, they have arrived, and none too soon either. Ten pre-packaged (exactly four inches above the knee 'cause that's all they allow down at N.C.S.), fired-up, tripped-out, out-of-sight, up-tight, young ladies. They come not for the glamour ( After all, I COULD wear my boyfriend's hero jacket! ), but because of their un-dying loyalty to Hilltop High. Because of this and much, much more (ask anybody!), we thank Sue, Beth Me., Sally, Annie, Shanley, Linda, Beth L., Ginger, Shelly, and Kathy (not necessarily in that order) sincerely. The THRILL of victory. The AGONY of defeat.