Humboldt High School - Life Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

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l 'N'-if-1 E VW GERTRUDE VVELCH She moves a goddess and she looks a queen. MARY VVHITN IEY VVith sunbeanis always playing on her face. RUTH VVHITVVELL Joy rises in nie like 21 Sl1I'll1H6I'yS morn. RUTH VVILLIS Silence brings consent. BERNICE WINKEL In her tongue is the law of kindness. VVILLIAM VVRIGHT For he lives twice who can at once e1np1oy The present well and e'en the past enjoy. Thirlv

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..,........U! ,lg ,....... F l l I .4 'Twelve HELEN STAPLES She that was ever fair and ever proud Had tongue at will and yet was never loud. VVILLLXBI STASSEN Blushing is the color of virtue. ANNA STEINMETZ T speak in a monstrous little voice. EULALIA STONE lnhnite riches in a little room. MARION SVVIET The pen is mightier than the sword. ANN ETTA TATKTN I am always in haste but never in a hurry. JULIUS TENENBAUM He was not merely a chip of the old block but the old block itself. LIBBIE TRUHLAR The niildest manners and the gentlest heart.

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Fourteen Eehirateh In the Gilman nf 15119 lt was not so many moons ago, ln a school not far away, That some Seniors worked-as they sometimes must- In the most engaging way. And these Seniors lived with no other thought, But that of Commencement Day. They were so great, and they were so straight, In that High School o'er the way. They worked with a zeal which Seniors only feel, Did these Seniors every day. With a zeal that all the students in school Were envying them, they say. And that was the reason some days ago, In the High School o'er the way, The Powers that Be said the class must go, They were far too Wise to stay. There was nothing more for them left to know, They must leave on Commencement Day. The students, not half so wise, of course, Were envying them everyone, And that is one reason Qthere may be more But this was the way it begunj That the Powers that Be, moved with mighty force. That their High School work was done. But their wisdom is greater by far than theirs, Who are so much older than they, And neither the wise men toward whom they turned Nor the wise men they meet, each day, , Can teach them a thing they've not already learned, In that High School over the way. For the moon never beams without bringing them dreams, Of the wonderful students they are, And the stars never rise but they think just how wise They have been to have climbed up so far, And so all the night time they dream in their pride Of their greatness-such greatness as no class besides Ever reached in its lifetime, they say, In that High School over the way. Florence LUh1'11fl1H1, 'l9