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

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I told him this was the study hall and that the students were studying. But why are they so hunchedbacked P asked the Puritan. The youths and maidens in my times were straight as arrows. Not knowing what to reply, I merely told him to proceed. I then went up some queer steps, he continued, and entered the room on the left. There a good woman was telling the lads and lasses about an island called Texas. I told him that this good woman was Miss Fanning who was talking about her home in the state of Texas. Never heard of it, replied Miles Standish. From there I went into a terriffic noise, like an Indian war-hoop. I hastily drew my sword again, but instead of being surrounded by fierce Mohawks, the halls filled with youths and maidens. How did you like the students? I asked. Well, confessed Miles, I did find them- rather queer. The lasses were dressed in queer short costumes with their tresses hunched together like the head dress of a Commanche Indian. But, no doubt, they are just as good as the Puri- tan lasses were, he added politely. The boys were rather weak looking, as if they never did much work. I also saw many of them walking with pretty lasses up and down the halls. Well, at least they aren't afraid of women as you are, I returned with some heat. The Captain hastily changed the subject. I heard someone call 'Miles' At first I thought some one was calling me but turning around I beheld a youth, whose name I later found, was also Miles. Think- ing I could seek some information from him, of my whereabouts, I asked him. but all he said was-'Connect your phones to the out put side of the amplifier. Of course the amplifier connects to your storage battery to light the filaments and 'B' battery of from 40 to 100 volts for the plates of the amplifier tubes or tube.' Oh, that was Miles Cooper who is very much interested in Wireless, I explained. I roamed around the building for sometime. I tried to talk to some of the lads and lasses, but their English was so queer, that I could not understand them. When the sun was high in the heavens, I happened to hear faint music. I wan- dered down stairs and there I saw a strange sight. The youths and maidens were walking around the room hanging on to each other, While some one was playing queer music not unlike the Indian plays for his war dances. The Captain's voice was growing fainter and fainter-until it died away. I glanced at the chair where he had been sitting and found it to be empty. I-Ie had vanished like a dream. Thus ended my interview with Miles Standish. Adela H ajek Miss Whaleyfz Edward, when have you a vacant period F Knopp: I am vacant the sixth period, maamf' Eight

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Qgeamvn A Play in'One Act :weve THE BETTER GAME CHARACTERS NANCY CLIFTON, a high school junior who is infatuated with TEDDY HARRIS, a new-comer in town who has not met favor with JACK CLIFTON, captain of the high school football team, and his pals and fellow players POODLE POWIS and JEFF SAUNDERS. SCENE 1 It is about ten thirty in the evening of a beautiful fall day near the beginning of the football season. By the sound of merry laughter, youthful voices engaged in rollicking conversation, the strumming of a ukelele, and numerous other noises, we know that a younger member of the Clifton family is entertaining. There is something in the air tonight. 'Something which tells us that the un- usual is about to take place. Let us wait here in the shrubbery near the tiny summer house and watch. What a pretty setting. The big, white home to the right, the beautiful, green lawn with its lilac hedges along thewalk, but sh- there's someone coming up the sidewalk. Oh how handsome he is, and we wonder who he's whistling for? There's someone coming out of the house, what a sweet little girl, and as she runs across the lawn to her hero's side, seizes his hand and says affectionately: Teddy , let our play begin: THE PLAY TEDDY - Good evening Nancy, dear. NANCY fnervouslyj - Oh Teddy! TEDDY- Are you ready? NANCY- Why Teddy. It was to be 11 o'clock. It is only 10 now. TEDDY-Yes, I know, but I thought- NANCY- Oh, Iym so excited. I'm almost afraid to do it. Do you really think We ought to, Teddy? TEDDY - Ought to. Why Nancy, you know we decided we could not live with- out each other any longer. NANCY-Oh I know-It's just that nobody takes us seriously. Mother and . Dada laugh and joke and Jack teases so. Oh I think brothers are the hor- ridest creatures. TEDDY-Well, Jack doesn't know what love is, you see, or he could not joke about it. NANCY-But mother and father joke too. TEDDY- Probably they don't know what love is either, the vital kind of love like ours is. NANCY-Mother was twenty-three and father twenty-tive when they were married. Seven years older than we are. My that's awfully old. TEDDY-Age make no difference in love, they say, but youth and love are 'sposed to go together, twenty isn't very youthful so you see how it is. Ten