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

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Well, she was just as calm as the waters on a lily-pond on a cool summers day. She gimme my excuse an' a lot of advice besides, which I seen to it that I didn't take much an' then told me to run along to my class, Rite here an' now I tell you I aint ever going to take her advice. I always did have the takeums ever since I was too old to have the measles, etc. VVell, I did jist as she sed-an' run. An' run rite into a teacher: O Swede! I just wish you could lay your lamps on her once. Your vision will never be clear again if you do. Ever since I did I seem to be living in the days of long ago. Not that she ain't a pleasing spectacle-she is. Remember when we used to be wiked kids an' whould get spanked for it-an' we'd dream about running away and coming to a nice white house with a green shutter on it, an' with a nice dis- appointed-in-love-lady inside, who would adopt us rite off? Well, here's our lady. Don't believe she was disappointed an' all that, but she'll do nicely. Say, when she caught me running she sez to me: Girlie-here, here goodness me! VVe don't run like that at Humboldt. We walk around like dignified ladies. An' say once she got started, she never wound out. She sed this is an insti- tution fer lernin' an' I shud leve my foot-ball tactics on the field an' conduct myself like a lady. Say, she made me feel littler than ever. There ain't much left to us birds after all these techers bawl us out. Guess they think it's fun to scare the wits 'n a years' growth out of us, but I also guess we'll haf to stand for it 'cause they're our sooperiors an' are deserving of our respect. No-Swede, them ain't my own words. Its alrite fer me to use 'em tho cause I'm up here to acquire things, and thems some of the things I acquired alredy. I'm writing this in the study hall so if W ya find a lot of mistakes you'll know its be- , K cause I was keeping one eye on Mr. Billing. The word that describes him is mouselike. j K b - He is famous for his attacks from the rear. Q' K ,UQ O! I here him approaching now, so I'll V Y -'W M j have to cut this chatter and be ready for the S ' . fray. ' F Vg I'm awful sorry I can't tell you about the -- humane beings up here but time is short 81 J' valuable. f - Hoping to here for a favorable reply- Mrs. Ryan tot me that. I remain, Very truly yours, A HUMBOLDT INMATE Lillian Truhlar There is a young singer named Blume VVho can sing very sweet tunes His songs of rare note And his jokes, we all vote Ought surely be placed in Tut's tomb. Eight

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sinus mm:-31 LIQFERA Tidy I 2 Dere Swede : Humboldt High School February 5, l923 I just haf to write to tell you about myself, fyou no I always was good at thatj. IVell, the honorable me is a freshman at Humboldt High School now. just think of it--if you can-when my ma told that old maid across the alley from us, she threw up her hands and sed: VVell, I'd never a thunk it. Here was me taking her for a little girl right along I I entered las' week 'n I've than I did in all the rest of my If-vvvfxx x , ,JJ F To begin with I must tell you xf actually am. You see it's this the reduction. Humboldt is situ- ously high hill an, to get to the climb it, I's kids named it the XIX, ff. V t f strenuous work-this climbin' ing when I got to the top I had the wast line that I had to hang get some pins to do the This hill did another my meeting with Miss got all I tinly wound up before got there the old get an old excuse. This San' let me tell you ft. tallfnot very broad that, ,cause if she was as ther wouldn't be any There aint haf nuf now. Don't wasn't I I l W1 N l i She wares glasses wot give lerned more in this week days heretofore. that I'm reducing. Yes, I wayfthat is what causes ated on the top of a enorm- school, I naturally haf to IQ e duction Hillf, It's business. The other morn- reduced so much around on to my skirt 'til I could hold up act for me. thing fer meeit speeded up I-low. You see one day I I got to the top and when bell had rung so I had to Miss How's the office lady she's a stringer. About 9 tho', thank heavens for broad as she is tall-well, room for us kids, that's all. a Jiercine' look to her eves. l as . 'member what colar they are but I don't believe there changeable. Hell, it as pleasant as ya mite think of it at first. VVhen I stood in front of her and gazed up to see just how site took it--about my being late, you know. I think this four feet of me shrunked ,bout one haf. 5lt'T't'lI

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February 22, 1923 I paused in the erection of my aerial and vvrathfully surveyed the large elm tree whose towering branches occupied precisely that part of the ether through which I had decided my wire was to run. That tree is coming down, I firmly declared and determinedly set out after the axe. I worked hard, the chips dew fast, and before long the great tree came down with a crash. I wiped my brow and with a sigh of relief rested upon my axe, viewing my accomplishment with the utmost satisfaction. A closing of the back door gave evidence of the approach of' my father. He started dazedly at the scene of destruction for a moment, and then regaining his power of speech, flew into a violent rage. VVhat the-Who the-How the-, he sputtered inarticulately. A ready tale of complete ignorance of the crime was on the tip of my tongue, but realizing the futility of such a course, and recalling the happy ending of a similar case in the early history of our country, I changed my mind and cried, Father, I cannot tell a lie. That tree interfered with my aerial and I chopped it down with this axe. My father's anger was now terrible to behold. I trembled with terror when I saw him pick up the axe and start wrathfully toward me. I shut my eyes. Already I beheld shrieking headlines in the next morning's paper: A second slam of the door arrested my premonitory meditations. On open- ing my eyes I discovered that my father had passed me and gone into the house. A few seconds later a rending and crashing noise told me of the destruction of my radio set. Before I had had time to brood ruefully over this sad turn of affairs, my father once more appeared in the yard. He grasped my ear firmly and led me in the direction of the woodshed. '6Father, I cried desperately, are you not making a mistake. George VVa- Here my stern parent interrupted: 'fBy George, you will VV-A-H. Louis R. Hosking. l -! ll MI N ' QM Ll l Nine