Jefferson Junior High School - Jeffersonian Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

Page 14 text:

The Jeffersonian Page 10 BOY ATHLETIC CHAMPIONS Flint row—Left to right: Wally Tuft, golf: Willard Cummin . basketball, (capl.L hockey. and aerviee ball; Moiral Pamerleau. service ball and basket ball: Hob JcnM-n. basket boll, service ball and hockey: Vernon Hllchfe’dt. «rvic« b ll (rapt..) bnsket hall ?nd hockey: Bill Cooley, service ball, basket ball and hockey. I captain) ; Dick Simons, hockey; Sylvester Mack, basket ball, service ball and htekey : Wayne Wilde. homeahoe: Carleton Derum lab-ont), basket ball and hockey. Second row Wallace Swanson, service ball: Arnold Anderson, service ball: Klsworth fleeter, basket ball: Fred Sexsmith. basket ball: John Hanson, basket ball: Thomas James, basket ball: Harry Philips, basket ball. Third rjw Arnold Dahlin. service trail; George Tinkhnm. service ball: Kim Cole, service ball: Jerome Rogne. service ball: Edward •Meyers, service ball: Lawrence Richard , service ball: George Graham, service ball, basket hall and hockey: James Lyon, service boll: Earle Van Wulkenberg. tennis. CLASS HISTORY OF 309 Continued from Page 5 hangs in our room at the present time. Among the prominent students of 309 are: James Haven, seventh grade, best all around boy; Lydia Wright, sexenth grade best all around girl; Franklin Westphal, eighth grade best all a.ound boy; Beatrice Staple, eighth grade all around girl; Lincoln Smith, the present president of our room; Helen Belle Boice, 9 A class president; Lincoln Smith, cartoonist; Ann Lajoie, most talented girl. SOME JEFFERSONIAN SAYINGS 1 have ever deemed it more honorable and profitable, too, to set a good example than to follow a bad one. Conscience is the only clue that will eternally guide a man clear of all doubts and inconsistencies. WONDERS OF THE AMERICAN DESERT Mile; and miles of painted sa; d stre.ch onward like an endless sea. Sagebrush and cactus are the only vegetation. A lew Mexican s in their adobe huts are the only inhabitants. Many tin cans and dilapidated cars that line the road are mute evidences that civilization has found its way to this silent place also. All the forces cf man are making this spot blossom forth in all its glory. The great American desert, one landmark that has stood through the ages, is slowly brt surely being conquered. CLASS HISTORY OF ROOM 307 Continued from Page 4 We are 9A’s at last, and, in the final election for the whole 9A group, two of our own members have been honored: Elizabeth Ann Fawkes was elected secretary, and John Erb, treasurer. We greatly regret leaving this splendid school and wish to thank Mr. Sifert and our teachers for the way they have tried to lead us to success in our studies, and victory in our sports.

Page 13 text:

The Jeffersonian Page 9 JEFFERSON 9-B’s OF HOME ROOMS 3 3 AND 321 first i ow—l ft to right: Betty Ann footer. Marcella Clark. June Dcnfieltl, Adeline Anderson. Ethel Anderson, future Callander, Alid.j Free he. Katherine Belden. Jcnn Merrick (vice president), Dorothy Fisk. Second row Mary Green, Boh Jenwn. (president), Helen Jana Harrison. Harlen Housen. Mary lender . Vera Godfrey, Elmo Soevilli. Third row Vernon Blickfeldt, (treasurer). Bill Goolcy. Willard Cumminns. Georwe Graham, Sylvester Mack. Kldridgc Cowan, Wallace Swanson. Jerome Bngnc. George fink ham. James Lyons. Vincent Carnia. Kim Cole, fourth row Dick Simons. Russel Anderson. fifth row Olive Edgley. Elixnheth White. Ro»e Morgan. Lois Roma, (secretary), Betty Weecka (vice president). Joan Helk, Virginia Lm Daniels (president). Lilyan Cherry. Sixth row Virginia Auer. Marrietta Fan fir Id. Frances Forney, Leanorc Sloan. Barbara Odell. Margaret Johnson. Florence Schenck. Joyce Shaw, Arthur Admunson, Olga Kuchynka. Seventh row Jrck Smalley, Ray Falnr.er, Ion Dodds, Sybil Sinker. Yvonne Walker, Clarence Hlllerance. Earl Van Vnlkcnberg, Charles Cline. Berwell, Berwcll Keyes. Fred Hoover. Eighth row- Philip Hill. Rudolph Koecmla. Richard Dahlen, Howard Saschonsky. Ix wcl Cameron. Bob Templeton. George Pierceaon. Ninth row Otis Marsh, Edward Cramer. Ilnrvey Lageroon. C lv|n DeLnittre. WHY I PREFER HUMAN MUSIC ARLEEN BASS (Arleen Bass a 310 member of the 9A class won first prize honors and twenty-five dollars in cash in a local music essay contest with this essay.) I jet us picture for a moment Heethoven the great composer, entering a modem movie house. As he is about to ascend the huge carpeted staircase he pauses a moment and then taps the shoulder of an usher standing near. “Pray tell me,” he requests, “what that sound I hear may be.” The usher looks at the inquirer with a puzzled expression upon his face. “Oh, you mean the music?” “Music!” a look of incredulity appears on the composer’s countenance. “Surely you are mistaken! Music!” He is extremely indignant, but presently his face softens and an amused look appears, as if he were enjoying inward mirth. “Music,” he muses and his smile fades into one of deep pity. “Poor souls,” he murmurs, turning away, “they know not the beauty of real tones.” This is somewhat the same impression we get upon entering a theatre where artificial music is played. The mechanical sound offends our sensitive ears, and if we are used to true music we cannot enjoy the picture through which it plays. Down with canned music! Forward with real musicians! Pride costs us more than hunger, thirst, and cold.

Page 15 text:

The Jeffersonian Page 11 THE GIRL ATHLETIC CHAMPIONS Klr»t iow Left to ritrht: Sylvan Meixner. Mlltlr.M Hoppe. Mtrtha Mclm. Ilnrtwol StromU'rv. Annette Strand, (captain), Gertrude ! pixnirn.. n. Mirian Grahrm. Audrey Valiquettc. IxaiIm: Hdnicn. Str« n.l row Ai.etn Dwyor. Irene hwyir, P.-tticia Weld. Jrnet K. Moratrcm. UsrjtH Purnell. Margaret Nel»on. Ann Avery. Helen IKckcnmn. Kathleen Ilrrdin, Orl NcIImmi, Marian Meyers. l oris Sad tm. n. THE STORM RUTH NYE BELL ( lx pictured by William Tell Overture ) A soft whispering breeze swept over the grassy valley overlooked by mountains which stood like sentinels in the distance. The contented cattle were grazing in the valley, while farther up the mountain, daring goats frisked happily about It was a very picture of peace and pastoral contentment. Then out of the West came clouds. They chased one another about the sky and were thought to be of no harm. But it proved contrary for the sky darkened and the little clouds became one huge mass of black-ne s. The wind rose and, shrieking into every nook and corner, blotted out the peaceful scene. The rain fell, the lightning Mashed, and the thunder broke forth in startling peals. The storm with all its fury descended upon the valley. A s suddenly as it had come, the storm was gone. The sun. just setting behind the purple hills in the distance, added its resplendent glory to the picture of the freshened valley with its new beauty and life. It was once more a peaceful valley, for the wind had subsided, and a soft breeze had blown away the clouds. Just as the sun went down behind the distant mountains, the shepherds played a song upon their mellow pipes of reeds as if in farewell to the closing day. Continued from Pajre 2 a fairy queen, “and the star shall be yours if you are willing to wait and work for it. Beautiful things come only through striving.” One bright morning the apple tree was happily surprised when she awoke and all her branches were covered with delicate pink blossoms. When the blossoms were gone, to her surprise there were loads of little green apples. Day by day she gloried in her treasure, caring for her baby apples. Because she lived not only i'herself, she received her promise. Therefore, new you will find in the center of every apple a str.r, while tucked snugly away in each tiny point cf this star is a brown seed which the apple tree d: lights in having us plant. Continued frem Page 3 cloc’c is a relic that is highly prized by my grand-lather. It is an old musket earned in the Revolutionary war by some great, great uncle of grandfather’s, who lost his life in the Battle of Bunker Hill. The musket is old and rusty, and the leather strap by which it is suspended is nearly worn in two. An air of antiquity, which I love, prevails in the room, and causes me to spend a great deal of my time in it when I visit Northfield every summer.