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

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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

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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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Writing An Essay Did you ever start to write an essay about fifteen minutes before it was due? Well, then you have my sympathy. Miss Whaley assigns the essay about three days ahead of time so as to give you plenty of time to write a masterpiece. The Hrst two nights the essay worries you about as much as the price of butter in Bulgariag but the third night you really begin your essay as a serious matter. After supper you get out pencil and paper and start to writeg but just at this critical moment Jack calls up and reminds you that Ruth St. Dennis is at the Metropolitan. Consequently, you decide that you will have plenty of time to Write your essay when you get home from the showy but when you get home you are too tired to write an essay. However, you still have the third period left the next day. The scene shifts to Billing's Rest Room on the following day. You take your seat as usualg but you are surprised to see that the new girl that is creating such a sensation at school is sitting back of you. Of course, you must let her know who you are. Just to start a conversation, you ask her for some theme paper fyour theme-book is fullj. You soon become acquainted with her, and, as a matter of fact, she gets more attention than your essay. Vxfhen the period is almost over, you start to write your essay. You have an abundance of good ideas, but you have not time to put them into good English. You finish your essay on time but oh-the mistakes! Maybe you will get a red' mark on your essay, but you have become acquainted with the new girl just the same. Paul f01I7'I.S'0H Commencement Day How little did I think to see this day! Ch, happy were the hours now past and gone- The days of joy, attaining what I've won! Through weary months of waiting as I lay Ill, sad and well nigh hopeless, still a ray Of sunshine cheered, and then new hope would rung As in the spring sap anwsers to the sun, Again would sweet ambition come to stay. At last has come this day of days to me So eagerly awaited nine long years. May I from its ideals never stray. Ch! day of thrills, why dawn thus silently? Do you not understand my happy tears? Sing, birds, and usher in Commencement Day. R'llf1l F. Snziflz, '22 Editoris Note: Because of illness, Ruth Smith was graduated five years later than the class with which she entered. , Ten.