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

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Of Sundry Things CWherein heart secrets are revealedj On Getting Up ETTING out of bed every morning is one of the hardest jobs I have. If my mother doesn't wake me, there is an educated woodpecker that seems to de- light in pecking a hole in the telephone pole opposite my window. This bothers me so that I get up immediately, but oh, how I would like to get hold of his neck. This woodpecker method works in sum- mer, but in winter I must turn to my mother to get me out, When I hear the call, Get-up, I get a pain in the neck, and I begin rubbing my eyes. I answer, Yep, and then I fall to sleep again to catch that last-minute rest. xi If-1-Q? Q Y' ,I RISE. ARISE. I ,' ?fiIifil1,5w if ml I I A 4 ff ' I' if as 5- --I .,,,, is I iw W 2 f ' f , , W-791 W0 Z! Z J..-V , , 5 gt, T 2- I .L -' -. ' -QQ lg fnggul i A11 educated woodpecker. About ten minutes later my mother calls again, Aren't you up yet? I an- swer her with another, 'AYep, and then stamp one foot on the floor so as to fool her. I again fall back to sleep. The next time I'm called, I hear the cuckoo clock strike eight: I jump up and I feel a little dizzy. I hurriedly dress, rush downstairs, and wonder why somebody doesn't call me earlier. To make things worse a cousin living with us thinks she has the privilege of staying in the bathroom for hours. Page Twelve But of all the mornings of the year, the ones where none of this happens is when we have an early start planned for a lish- ing trip. Then it is no trick at all to get up even at two or three o'clock. On Saturday morning, when I like to sleep till noon, my mother comes upstairs and gets me out early because she says it's cleaning day and she can't have anyone lying around in bed. So after being pestered I decide to get up and clean the rugs, meanwhile making up my mind that if I wish to sleep till noon I'll have to go to some desolate place a long distance from the city and my home, Clarence Cordes. From Out of Nowhere T was report-card day. You would think that after seeing so many such days their novelty would have worn off, but for some unaccountable reason I could still feel the pleasant thrill of anticipation which this day always brought to me. The study-hall was astir with a faint buzz as I got up to return a borrowed knife. Since Mr. Billing was on the op- posite side of the room, I did not trouble to secure permission. I returned the knife. As I was walking up the aisle to my own seat, one of the girls stopped me to ask about my marks. I gave her the desired information and started on. Again some- one questioned me. I turned my head to answer, when-out of nowhere-a hand grabbed my arm. I was so taken by surprise that for a moment I couldn't think. When I finally came to, I realized that it was Mr. Billing. I had never seen him so angry, He gave me a piece of his mind, and I certainly prolited by it. After what seemed an age

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HUMBOLDT LIFE JONATHAN-Is that you, Nance? NANCE-Yes, father. Goodbye, David. Wait! Oh-goodbye. CML De Vor comes down the stairs. His face expresses complete satisfactionj JONATHAN-Did you have a nice time? NANCE Cmumbling to hez'selfDfYes, we had a nice ride. JONATHAN-Fine fellow, David is. NANCE Cshe looks up in surprisej-I-low do you know? JONATHAN-Quite an artist. NANCE-What? JONATHAN-I said he is quite an artist. Like- able fellow, isn't he? NANCE-But dad, I thought- JONATHAN-That I didn't know David Van Dyne. NANCE-Yes. JONATHAN-Hmmmmm. NANCE-When did you meet him? JONATHAN-Meet him?-Oh, I almost forgot. There is someone here I want you to meet. Oh, David. CVoice off stagej-Coming. CA young man enters the roomj JONATHAN-Nance, this is David Van Dyne, Jr. NANCF-What? DAVID-Can't you even say I-Iello? NANCE-But, I don't understand. JONATHAN-Of course, you don't. When you came and told me that you were going out with a David Van Dyne, son of a steel magnate, I knew there was something wrong. I talked to Mr. Van Dyne this morning and he told me his son would be home this afternoon. The reason I had you come here, David. was to get the two of you to- gether. .Something must have scared the young man away, Nance. Did you say anything to makc him leave in such a hurry? NANCE-Only that I had told you who he was. JONATHAN-No wonder. CURTAIN ,l Achievement Do you often sit and wonder Why some heroes rise to fame, And wish that you were able To merit such acclaim? Do you often sit and wonder Why you cannot make the grade And become a national hero, And to you have homage paid? Don't say that you're unlucky, For this is far from true. Just use all the equipment That God has given you. Two eyes, two legs, two hands, two eyes, A brain you can employ. That's all your favorite hero had When he was just a boy. Abe Lincoln was a country lad, Who couldn't go to school, But by using his equipment. He achieved the highest goal. Teddy Roosevelt was a sickly lad Who fought his way to health, And continued on in manhood And achieved both fame and wealth. Lindbergh was just like you and me When he first started in But he did not fret at troubles: I-Ie took them with a grin. I-Ie became a national hero By using brain and eye And the wrote the word, Achievement Across the broad blue sky. You, too, can triumph over all If you have the will and grit, The fighting spirit that they had That would not let them quit. IVIURIEL JENNE. Page Eleven

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HUMBOLDT LIFE to me, he released my arm and stepped aside so I could get to my seat. Somewhere I could feel the effects of the grip, but that was not nearly so bad as the sudden, uncomfortable heat which seemed to pervade the room. Clara Fromouitch. On Cutting VVYISIIOIII Teeth HEN I was a child, I always regard- ed people who were cutting wisdom teeth with deep awe, I thought that it was a sign of being grown-up. I longed for the day when I could say, 'AI didn't have much sleep last night: I'm cutting a wisdom tooth. The time came. I cut my upper tooth without dilliculty, but my lower tooth hurt terribly. I was very irritable. My family felt sorrier for themselves than they did for me. After my family had suffered for about a week, they decided to send me to the dentist. I went. He told me that my wisdom teeth were different from others. Of course, I had a proud feeling at that. Even when I had pains, I was anxious to be different. The dentist told me that I had to have my two wisdom teeth extracted. He said that my lower tooth had not enough room to come out. My family almost died of surprise. They couldn't understand why a tooth couldn't come out in a monstrous mouth like mine. The upper tooth had to be pulled to prevent it from growing all the way down. I had my teeth extracted-or should I say pulled? Pulled seems a much bet- ter word. It suggests torture. My sensation while I was having my teeth pulled was peculiar. I felt as though the dentist were breaking my jaw. He is a rather small man, but he became a mon- ster to me. I wondered whether I should faint. I decided not to, for I thought I would still feel that horrible digging. Be- sides I never had fainted, and I didn't quite know how to go about it. Though the days after the extraction were unpleasant, I rather enjoyed them. My -lk -03 .if if J Il f ,fh 2 I ' family was just a little worried and paid more attention to me than usual. For several days, I wouldn't eat, a nd I wouldn't talk. That was extraordinary. It didn't last very long, however, I soon was myself again. - Now that it is over, I feel just as proud of my extracted wisdom teeth as the neigh- bor lady does of her four operations. I'm looking forward with dread to the time when I will have to have all my teeth pulled: but, still, I think I'll enjoy taking out my plate and showing it to my nieces and nephews. Felicia Walther, George is ax boy who can fightg He tries to lead with an rightg But when theylre close in He leads with his ching And then he wakes up the next night. JAMES MAUER. Page Thirteen