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

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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.

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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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Beowulf, 1923 Model james Lackey, the captain of them all, did spake: I-Iosking, be thou speedy, and bid these puny warriors from Mechanics, who are assembled without, come in to see me. Say, moreover, that they are welcome guests to our school. Ay!-our school, the greatest and most renowned learning house on this planet. fThen to the hall door went the mighty Hoskingj These words he announced: My Lord, the Prince of Humboldt, bids me tell you he knows your noble- ness. He glories to know that you have boldly crossed the surging Mississippi solely to see him. I say, come hither unto our war hall, most welcome guests, there to attire yourselves in blue and white war-gear. Behold! Here comes the all-powerful eleven. A brave and famed band of fighters are they. Then great joy was acclaimed by the lusty voiced on-lookers, lead by a fantastically adorned cheer leader, Brant Dunham. Lo, here does issue forth from the opposite end, a host of puney cake-eaters. Now, Hosking did spy the hateful enemy employing foul methods. He launched out upon the great field of battle and lone-handed thrust his brawny, sinewy hands about the neck of full many a man and Hung them headlong into the more. Now there was one puny opponent who had thrice attempted to hasten hither unto the goal. just as he was about to tread on ground, tread upon never by hostile -feet, Karnstedt rushed with deer-like speed to the hoaf of the tawny- naired, frenzied spoiler and on the ground, laid him grovelling much as the wolf drags down his prey. Now it was well nigh unto the seventh hour and the shade of death was stealing upon the gore-bestained field. The score was even when the sturdy Pickell dashed across the goal-line, thus bringing victory to the worthy players of Hum- boldt. THE LUCKY THIRTEEN Did Most for Class ----------- Most Popular Boy - Most Popular Girl - Most Modest Girl - Most Bashful Boy Class Flapper VVittiest Boy VVittiest Girl Best Bluffer - - Class Cake Eater - Best Student ------ Class Clown - - ' Most Frequent Visitor of the Ofiice - - Miss IVlzaIey - - Elway Isaacson Loretta Mzzehlbazzer Jllargzzeriie Anderson Eric Quant Ardella Brick Paul fglmson Grace fack - JOIITZI Godbout - IarkH0dgs01z - Dorothy Stanley Hcfwzzan lVOIfgram - lVaIfer.S'cl1wandi Iilmwz