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

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man Connolly hid himself in the shadow of a big building, and watched pro- ceedings. First, they opened the black objects they had and took out-the patrolman leaned forward to see what they were-violins. Connolly could feel his face becoming red. The two burglars began to play soft, melting airs. They kept it up for about fifteen minutes, but there was no response from above. They played louder, Still no response did they get. They played so loud that the immediate neighborhood was filled with the sound. Then, as if in answer, a window was thrown up above them. There were steps on the balcony. The two serenaders looked up expectantly. Splash! Instead of roses or sweet words they received a deluge. At the same time a masculine voice thundered, 'iYou get out of here and stay out. Then there was the sound of a closing window. Patrolman Connolly heard short, angry ejaculations as the Romeos hurried away. You got eet wrong again, you beeg fool, one of them stormed in broken English, She not leeve dere. You say she leeve alone. Da ver' next time you do such a ting, youu- But that was all the patrolman could hear. The pair had disappeared around a corner. Wops, he exploded inwardly as he hurried back to his station. lt's a wonder thev can't do their serenadin' without actin' like thieves. For a good part of the wav he was silent. Finally, he broke out into a laugh. I'll bet that water on top of this chilly night dampened their ardor for a time, he chuckled. Evelyn Stotz, 'Z l. Now we're happy, work is o'er, A long vacation's at our door, All day long we'll laugh and play, Indulge in all things that are gay. No more shall we arise at dawn, Eat, and then to school be gone. We'll lie in bed till ten o'clock, And late at night. our eyes we'll lock. Again we'll use that nice word ain't Without a teacher's sharp complaint. No need to saV, 'Tm unprepared, Because from lessons we are sparedg We can read novels if we wish Or go to a picture of Dorothy Gish, Without the thought of early rising, Or next dayis history. agonizing. We will not read such dry old books Of stupid girls with pretty looks. As Dora in David Copperfield, And husbands who to them will vield. l can't tell all the things we'll do, ,lust anything that pleases you. So bid goodbye to the dear old school, And welcome, summer, free from rule. -'24, FIFTEEX

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A SENIOR MEETING fwritten for the Edification of the Lower Classesl There will be a Senior meeting in room seven at enrollment period today. So reads the notice on the bulletin board in very large print in order that every Senior, whether large or small, may see it. At the end of the fourth period the mighty Seniors slowly wend their way to room seven. First appears a pretty little brunette who is know as l..auty g she is accompanied by another charming girl who has curly, bobbed hair, and who is always smiling. Then follows a large group of girls who are all talking at the same time about the students who have leading parts in the Operetta. Now some of the boys are beginning to stroll in, among them the President of the Class who has a very stern look upon his face, and who walks with a military stride to his place at the desk, while the other boys rush for the seats in the back of the room. Here another group of girls comes, all are listening to a pretty, light haired girl who is telling them about her experiences in the office where she is taking office training. She is very attractive and pleasant, and I believe the brightest member of the Senior Class. And now come some more of the prominent boys, among whom may be mentioned l'lumboldt's great cartoonist and his associates. Fritz Kriesler. the second, and our newly elected cheer leader are also in this group, be- sides other important members whom l will not take time to mention. When all have assembled, our President raps loudly for order which re- quires a great deal of strength because of the chatter among the members, especially the boys. After all business matters have been settled, our Sergeant-at-Arms sug- gests that we have a pow-wow some evening when the moon is predicted to shine, whereupon all eyes turn to look for the talented writer who wrote the beautiful sonnet on the moon. The President again uses a great deal of strength to call the attention of the boys in the rear of the room who are, as usual, cracking jokes or playing tricks on one another. More suggestions are made, but no one, except the President, seems in- terestedg so a motion is made that we adjourn, and it is carried by a majority of the members. Elsie Thysell .2 l. A DISAPPOINTMENT The night was crisp with hoar frost. A silver moon shone down on New York, and turned it to a heap of glistening diamonds. Everything was still. Towards the suburbs of the great metropolis two men were stealthily dodg- ing from the shadow of one building to another. They stole around corners and ran through dark alleys, always keeping as much as possible in darkness. Patrolman Connolly caught a glimpse of them just as they rounded a corner into an alleyway. Each man seemed to be carrying something black under his arm. I wonder what they are up to, he muttered, 'Tm going to see what happens. l-le followed at a distance, and kept himself in shadow so as not to be seen by the two men, but he never let himself lose sight of them. Burglars, he thought as he hurried along noiselessly. At length, after what seemed miles of dodging around corners and through alleys, the pair stopped under the balcony of a big house. Patrol- Iff TT' HT Ii ICN

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I I MISS CLARA IDDINGS Adviser CLASS OF I92I