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

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Sky-High BY Jl2ANl?'l 1'li Al:RliUDENl5liRG HY Violet Monroe. 1 senior at Vwfoodbridge High, gazed moodily out of the study hall window. Lessons, lessons, nothing but lessons and no fun attached. Why don't l get the 'breaks' once in a while and get asked to a party? she thought. Rosemary and Janet and Ruth were constantly being asked some- where. Just last period Janet had told her she had a date for that evening with one of the school's 'Asheiksf' Well, she would just have to wait, that was all. It was a fine, spring day not long after this post-mortem of herself, that Violet decided to go down to the airport and watch the planes take off. She was intensely interested in aviation: and as each plane left the ground, a thrill of exultation and freedom ran through her. Gee, it must be glorious to fly a plane, she thought. Suddenly, a smiling, helmet-clad pilot was approaching. Why, it was Jack Tully, voted the handsomest boy in the senior class. Violet turned to see whom he was smiling at behind her, The field was empty. Could it be4Violet smiled back. g i 4 1- X , - - -K3 r X cl g ,', lg Li Z1 , ' , ese, . f -p ,KM ,ff I 'i ,,k f X' K 1 '7.g7f2r:53-' X ' f 1 ! 4 . I S Aida! il w. , N' sf eww A ' 3 , l X t ' ' I s x pix 'Ll as X K ,af 2-E - F f -4- iiiii 22: t' ' ti - ,, iQ?.,-e,,,:Ti- I-li. Violet. want to go for a sky ride? The air's swell high up. lt's a keen day for a hop. lVly little plane is this red one over here, he elucidated, all in a split-second. Why, I'd love to, Jack, answered Violet, with her heart in her eyes. But -she finished in confusion. A'But what? lt's the greatest sport on earth. Come on. All right, Jack, she assented. lt seemed funny to be calling him Jack. Why, he had never even spoken to her before. Page Seven

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Natalicfs Decision BY lVlII.DRED Kumi ATALIE GREY walked slowly on through Sunnyside Woods. Her .Y thoughts were far from the pretty flowers blossoming along the sides tE?9?gfF?l of the path she was following. So great a problem filled her mind in the trees. that she was unaware of the birds singing and the squirrels chattering Don Smith, a rich city man, had proposed to her, and she was to give her answer that day. Don was a happy-go-lucky, fat young man who possessed all the wealth any designing mother of a marriageable girl could desire. But one thing was lacking-that was love. Natalie loved Keith Woodwell, a poor, energetic farmer. Born of poor parents, Natalie had experienced many hardships, so the thought of marrying money and ending all her drudgery tempted her greatly. In her earlier years, Natalie, when in trouble, had often come to the woods for consolation. So now again she came to it to settle the greatest problem of her life, She sat down at the foot of a giant oak tree beside which ran a little babbling brook. The moss around the foot of the tree made an ideal cushion. Soon the troubled girl was wrapped in the arms of the great comforter-Sleep. It seemed to Natalie that a great white cloud settled on the ground and then ascended. But the reason for its trip to earth was soon made apparent, for, as it rose, scores of graceful little people with beautifully colored wings appeared and danced in the chequered shade of the tall oak trees. Three fairies, Riches, Love, and Experience danced so close to Natalie that she could hear their conversation. Experience was saying in a sad voice, HYou certainly cause a great deal of trouble, Riches. Yes, I know I do, replied Riches. 'But I certainly try to do right. Many of the people in the world would be very wretched if I did not supply them with wealth. Riches are not all that count, said Love. 'AWhat would the world be without love and friendship? You are right, my child, agreed Experience. HThe other day I chanced to pass 'a beautiful mansion. I saw a miserable woman bewailing the fact that she had married for money and so had lost happiness. That is a very good example of how the lust for comfort and money deprives one of the better things in life, soulfully mourned Love as she flitted away. 'Alt is much better to work hard for someone you love and gain happiness by it than to be idle and unhappy with plenty of money. We must be off! cried the leader of the fairies. So each one mounted a leaf and flew away. Natalie awoke and rubbed her eyes. Was it a dream or was it real? Had the fairies tried to warn her? Dream or no dream, the fairies dancing in the chequered shade of the oak trees had decided the question for her. She heard a familiar voice calling her. NatalieY Oh, Natalief' I'm coming, Keith, she answered with a happy ring in her voice. For always, she added to herself. Pagq Sir gm, .

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Here, put on this coat and helmet, Jack instructed, as they entered the little monoplane. l'It's kinda breezy up in the clouds. you know. Now then, all set? Uh-huh, and I'm just excited to death. This is splendid of you, Jack. A'Not a bit of it, that gentleman replied gaily. A whir of the propellors, a slight jolt, and the little, red monoplane left the ground. Up, up it soared, until it pierced the clouds. I-Iow does it ride? Jack called above' the noise of the motors. l'WonderfulY I hate to go down, Violet answered. Well, this won't be the last ride for you, if I can help it, Jack replied. Slowly, the plane floated down to earth, like some winged eagle in descent. Jack climbed out and helped Violet to alight. For once Violet abandoned her shyness. A'Thanks a thousand times: it's been the thrill of a lifetime. Only, where in the wide world did you get a plane, and how did you learn to fly? Well, you know, graduation means presents, and so Dad asked me a long time ago what I wanted. Well, I told him I wanted a plane more than any- thing. So he got me a plane and signed up for a lesson course. Jack and Violet went home in Jack's roadster. This won't be your last flight with me, will it, Vi? Jack asked appealingly. UNO, I should say not-I mean-er-if you don't want it to be, Violet replied. - I should hope not, Jack protested vehemently. HSay, I don't know if I should tell you this or not, but everyone said you were awfully shy and timid. I think you're a good sport-and you would make a splendid girl- friend, Jack added mischievously. HYou went sky-high with me the first time I really met you. ' And Violet forgot that she had ever been bashful. Our Garden The loveliest spot in all the world, The spot where I love to go Is our garden, so fragrant and warm and sweet, Where all of the flowers grow. There are buttercups, daisies, and holly-hocks, too, 'Mid sweet forget-me-nots blue, And sweet, pale roses of delicate pink, Near pansies of every hue. The bees buzz busily o'er the flowers While the sun hovers soft and low, Making our garden a Paradise And-a spot where I love to go. Dorothy Schroeder. Pagr Eight