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

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HUMBOLDT LIFE Out ofthe Grab Bag CWherein Seniors Diuulge Unforget- table Euentsj Third Hour URING third hour I spend my time in Miss Sherman's room. Miss Sherman has a class to be proud of, for there are only three girls in the room. Besides having this great advan- tage, the class is honored by the pres- ence of some exceptional students of economics. Among these are Emerald Thomas, whose abilities have increased admirably since going to the C. M. T. C. camp: Allen Van, the boy won- der: and John Bell, the child prodigy. X K P XJOHNUY BELL 9 - - our. X A Xxca-urn PRomGY N gtg- .gs JC . 3-7:4 iifek The third hour is a very playful group as can be attested to by Miss Sherman. One morning when she ar- rived late from a teachers' meeting Miss Sherman found Ward Conklin's Ford parked upon her doorstep. Another time all the erasers were missing, to be found later outside the window. A few practical jokers decided to fool the rest of the class. On a bright morning five boys arrived before the rest of the pupils. Making believe the door was locked, they had the rest of the students clustered around waiting for someone to unlock the door. The bell rang, and Miss Sherman came to the door to see what was detaining her class. The upshot of that joke was that the class had to take a test. Although Miss Sherman has a great deal of trouble with her third hour, I think she enjoys it as much as we do. Frank Haskell. Page Twelve The Wages of Sin HE scene of this little episode in my Humboldt life is the cottage under the reign of Miss Burns. The time is a day during the first term of l929, my sophomore year. I had en- rolled in Cwirls' Glee Club. Miss Burns was explaining something in minute de- tail. Ah, thought I, Unow is my chance to answer that note I received last pe- riod. I drew out a small piece of paper and industriously began writing. I had completely forgotten that there was a teacher in the room who was trying her best to make the girls understand the musical topic under discussion. Sud- denly Miss Burns stopped her explana- tion and remained quiet. I saw her looking at me, and it was then that I remembered I should be listening to her instead of writing a note. But, too late--, We shall omit the ensuing conversa- tion and skip to the climax which oc- curred when Miss Burns took my note, a very personal one, and threatened to read it to the class. To my great re- lief, she didn't carry out her threat. As the period dragged on, I made my greatest possible mental effort to learn of a way by which I might re- gain that small piece of paper resting so peacefully in Miss Burns' pocket. Before a decision was reached, the bell rang. I would recover my note then or never. Bravely I went up to the desk and pleaded for its return. After a solemn promise on my part to the effect that no more notes would be written in class, Miss Burns kindly tore my note into pieces. I drew a deep breath and departed from the room with the reali- zation that life was good after all. Vera Braun.

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HUMBOLDT LIFE new land in the world that the nations can claim as colonies, there is bound to be war to see who will govern and re- ceive the profits from the backward countries. There will always be some nations which are stronger than others, and they will try to force their influence on the weaker nations: thus there will always be war. I, Imperialism, stand for war. League of Nations: I am an organ- ization which has been formed to help weaker nations, when they are op- pressed. The stronger nations will learn that Imperialism has passed away with the last generation. I, The League of Nations, will care for and protect the weak, and soon nations will not try to press their influence upon another coun- try. I solve your problem, Imperialism. Militarism: My problem will never be solved. I am Militarism. I stand for war, because war demands a large army and navy. No nation will ever come to the front ranks without these. No nation has come to rank first that hasnit had military virtues and ideas. Militarism and war go hand in hand. World Court: You, too, are fooled. I will settle all questions and arguments if the nations bring them to me. Many famous lawyers, politicians, and diplo- mats serve and have served on my benches. You will pass with Imperial- ism, when I receive the support of the world. World: War, have you any more followers to speak for you? War: Yes, Heroism. Heroism: Think, World, think of the wonderful chance to become a hero and to earn medals in a war. Man cannot show his real self until he is made to face a crisis and the guns of the front line trenches. Many men who claim to be brave are brave, until they have to go to war. That is the place where the true character of a man is shown. Peace: But the real men are the ones who can agree and who do their best to keep their country out of war. Men can prove their character better in times of peace than in times of war. World: War, have you any more to say? War: No, you have heard all my arguments and you have also heard Peace's weak little answers about what he is going to do. Ha Hal Make your decision quickly. Peace may become im- patient. World: You say you have nothing more to say? Then who are the rest of this company? ' War: Clsooking. at Fire, Famine, etc.j Those? Oh, they're nothing. Just forget them. Peace: No, World. You have called us together today to hear everybody's point of view. I pray you, World, hear from these also. War: See, Peace knows she is losing. Come, give your decision. World: No, we shall hear them all. We came together today to hear all. Speak, you-I do not know your names-and tell us what you think. Famine, Fire, etc.: We are feach one steps forward and gives his namej Famine, Fire, Plague, Death, Misery, Heartache. Greed. and High Taxes. CNationalism turns and points to them as they speak their namej, Imperialism and War cannot escape us. We are after him wherever he goes. He is ashamed of us and tries to keep us in the background so the World will for- get about us and just think of the glories of war. Progress in Science, etc.: They are the results of war. We are the re- sults of peace. Our names are Cstepping forwardj Progress in Science, Progress in Literature, Education, Mechanics. Arts, Music, Political and Charity Or- ganizations, Happiness, and Unity of Familiesj. The results of Peace are far more beneficial than those of war. World: At last we have heard from everybody. My decision is the follow- CContinued on Page 493 Page Eleven

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HUMBOLDT LIFE Moral Appended T is a well-known fact that each of us, either fortunately or other- wise, possesses a dual personality. The weakest spot in my make-up is an in- satiable curiosity-like the monkey who wants to see all and hear all. It was this-shall I say weakness, that brought about my downfall. Please take Udown- fall literally. Since the lowest form of intelligence is looking at pictures, you may explain, as you will, my desire to see Marjory Vining's graduation picture during a quiet interim in the sixth period study. Mr. Billing, who usually tries to be so accommodating, would not turn around or leave the Sacred Sanctum of Study in an attempt to round up a few who are seized with Wanderlust. Finally, some basketball hero at- tracted Mr. Billings attention with the astonishing fact that he had found his jersey. At last a clear path for me. Success! I gazed on Marjory's entranc- ing dimples with the proper degree of enthusiasm. Somebody very obliging- ly just then asked Mr. Billing if he might go to the Library to get a Liter- ary Digest CSpice of Lifej. Aha, a clear aisle back, too. CllvXT.C , Q5 Q 1,1 r No.r21S' : I ' X' A 15-S' ,- , ' ,W . I cm moMAs5 Foot B But stay-did I say clear? As great an obstacle as confronted the Spartans at the pass of Thermopylae stood be- tween me and my seat- namely, Emerald Thomas' foot. I tripped, and if a dirigible had crashed into the roof, the crash it made would have been a mere squeak in comparison with mine as I hurriedly descended to become bet- ter acquainted with the floor. Such illustrious men as Chaucer, Caesar, and Milton were deserted in my behalf. I held the attention, much to my chagrin, of every person in that study hall, Moral: Cpropaganda for Mr. Bill- ing's benef1t.j Ask permission for every venture you may want to make. You see I believe in righteous retribu- tion. Goldie Sagarsky. Excitement UMBOLDT was to play Me- chanic Arts High School January 9, 1930, in the opening game of the basketball conference, a school they had not beaten in ten years. Humboldt was considered a dark horse in the year's race while Mechanics, as state champion the previous year, was pre-season fa- vorite. There were hopes in our tribe and everyone knew Humboldt would fight to win. The day of the game ar- rived and Humboldt had sold more tickets than ever before. That meant a crowd and excitement. Gloom entered the camp when Zovatsky, Humboldt regular forward. was declared out of the game with an infected foot. Yet we still had the do or die spirit. The Macalester gym was packed when both teams came out on the floor. Humboldt came out in a slow, delib- erate walk. Who said we would be nervous? At the end of the first quarter Hum- boldt was losing 8-2. Though six points are a great deal in a basketball game. one quarter doesn't make a full game. Humboldt hit her stride in the second quarter and came within striking distance of Mechanics. A short rest, and the teams went out on the floor again. Mechanics made a fewe substitutions but Humboldt Page Thirteen