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

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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

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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 couldn't: only five men were eligible for the game. The third quarter was fast and furious and found Humboldt in the lead for the lirst time, 17-15. Humboldt had the job of keeping that lead. 'The iron five were beginning to crack. It would be only a matter of a few minutes before they would col- lapse. The last quarter was fast. Humboldt was leading 21-17 with about two minutes to go. Mechanics made a basket, and both schools were going wild. Mechanics rained shots at our basket, but luckily they didn't go in. The whistle marking the end of the game was not heard by any of the players, because of the huge cheer by Humboldt rooters. The iron live had wong they had to be helped to their locker room. They were worn out and so happy, they cried. Coach McMann was carried around the gym and heaped with congratulations. Thus ended my most exciting day at Humboldt. Herman Firestone. Behind the Scenes UST let me tell you, folks, sez I, you're missing a bigger and better show when you miss what goes on back stage. O-ho! So you want to hear about what happened behind stage, Well, if you won't tell a soul, I'll tell you what I know, Do you remember the big Minstrel Show we had up here at school, oh, not so very long ago? You do. Well, do you remember the property girls who worked so hard? Oh, you don't re- member? Well, if you won't breathe a word of this, I'll tell you their names. One was tall, slim, and blonde-you must know Eleanor: the other was short and dark-Marion. At that time they were known as the charming blonde and the dashing brunette. Now they are known as Heidbrink and Marks in- corporated. Page Fourteen Well, these two girlies had a heap of work to do, and one of their tasks was to take care of the costumes. You remember the Dolly Sisters- Niehart, Greengard, and Mortinson? Well, their act had just gone over in a big way, and they had tripped dainti- ly down to the dressing room to change from their fluffy costumes to street clothes. Well, you know how girls are, always worrying about something, . Q I IN Y lTdll,.il E V In S Xxx Cx? q A. - -- 'V i 'ffl 1 J ' ,-if wx I--' llllll V 2: on Msooowess smssfff 1 GK and poor Marion and Eleanor rushed the winding stairs. Oh-for down shame, Marion and Eleanor. The Dolly Sisters girlies were in their B. V. D'sl The dashed upstairs-pantingly sat down on a little bench-and with faces crimson vowed never to be property girls again. Dorothy Schroeder. HVV110 Are Y0u?', SHALL always remember my first day at Humboldt-the most em- barrassing day in my life. Eva, Honey, Sue, Patty, Marion and I were seated together in the Rest Room. Honey drew a piece of gum from her purse and broke it up in live pieces giving each of us one, The Study Hall was quiet. Not knowing that one should not talk dur- ing a study period, I got up from my seat, and bent over Marion to see what she was doing. All at once 1 felt some- one tap my shoulder. I looked up into Mr. Billing's face. Fear gripped me. What had I done?