Mechanic Arts High School - M Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

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FI1'FEiM.A.H.S.lFIfFE GILLIG, ROSE, Valedictorian HERMAN, TILLIE, Salutatorian GRANT, MILTON KRINKE, HAZEL ANDERSON, ALVERA MILLUNCHICK, BERNICE ' GREENBERG, SOLOMON TENENBAUM, SARA HANSEN, PHYLLIS FINBERG, ROSALIND BRONER, MAX BRIST, GRACE LIPSER, MIRIAM GELLER, FLORENCE THOMAS, BILLY WILLIAMS, RENA KARP, WILLIAM PAULSON, LORRAINE CURRIE, MARGARET POSNANSKY, GERTRUDE HERMAN, EDNA SMOLIK, MAR-I-ORIE PENSHORN, BERNICE AXLING, MAYME SCHUBRING, MARVIN HESLI, EDITH HAKANSON. VIRGINIA PETRANTON, IRENE DIM, JENNIE ZEELAN, HELEN MELSTROM. HELEN CIKANEK, EMILY MARTIN, MARION TURNER, DOROTHY Page Ten HONOR ROLL TOENSING, ALVIN SMITH, VERNA MAE PHILIPP, LUCILE HOFFMAN, ROSE MURPHY, WILLIAM SWADEN, SOPHIA CRAM, ARBUTUS PETERSON, DOROTHY JENSEN, CARL EMERSON, MAMIE HOFFMAN, MARGARET TRAUTMAN, EMMA SMITH, GLADYS LONEWOLF, CHEQUITA WOOLERY, RUTH SHONKA, ERNEST KOPP, LORETTA YOUNGQUIST, CARL FEYDER, WILLIAM BOGART, ROYAL RISBRUDT, RUSSELL ROOF, FRANCIS BAILEY, MARGARET GRUBER, LILLIAN HODGMAN. HOPE MICKLESON, PEARL HAIDER, MAGDALENA KEEFE, MARGARET NELSON. MYRON PEHRSON, MILDRED WILSON, WILLETTE MELCHER, BIONDINA LASER, EMILY THREINEN, ROSELLA

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TO MISS ELEANORA F. DEEM Whose sympathy and understanding of youth, whose keen sense of justice, boundless generosity, unfailing kindness, and unwavering loyalty have aided so much in building up the Mechanic Arts Spirit and Ideals. We, the M Staff, join in love and gratitude, the Alumni and the Senior Class in dedicating to her this 1928 M . Page Nine

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FlgFlgiM..A.H.s.-1--FIQFE PLAYING FOR STAKES By Marian Dickman As Grace Lee dived easily into the water from the spring-board at the Y, she glimpsed the face of Jeanne France, her chum, and shouted laughingly, yet with the air of one earnestly pursuing a subject, Will you? When she had emerged and climbed again to the platform, Jeanne was bal- anced lightly on the edge of the board and as she too dived she called teasing- ly, with a rougish grin, But why? After this fashion they had always carried on a conversation, debate, or otherwise, Grace earnestly and with an end in view, Jeanne laughingly, and gently but effectively parrying. This difference in their characters combined with a surprising similarity in their tastes had always kept them friends and perhaps would forever. Chums and neighbors from childhood, they had gone to the same grammar school to- gether. A certain desire for novelty had prompted them each to attend a different one of the two high schools of Helena which had long considered them- selves bitter rivals. Grace had always felt very strongly on the subject of girls' athletics. When she had first joined the G. A. C., of which she soon became president, she had joined with the intention of pro- moting them. Until this, the end of her junior year, she had seen no oppor- tunity for the development of her plan which was to put girls' athletics on the same footing as those of the boys'. Heretofore girls' competition had been limited to that between athletic clubs. She felt that girls, too, should enjoy the thrill of lighting, not merely for a game, but for a cup, in other words for the honor, the reputation, and the name of their school. Surely the joy of inter- school competition should not be denied girls! She and Miss Nelson, the adviser of the club, had discussed the subject pro and con, finally deciding that the time to begin was during the tennis season. No one could say that tennis was not a woman's game. Without a doubt there would be com- petition from the various private schools but the venture would never be a success and the contestants would never play full-heartedly unless West High, their real rival, turned out a team. The G. A. C. would undoubtedly have a team but for the lasting effects of their venture the West High team must be a school team-not a club team. To this end Grace had for a week tried to reason with her chum, Jeanne, the president of the West High Athletic Club, but with no particular success. Jeanne was perfectly content with the present plan and saw no need of change. Equally immovable was Miss Flem- ming, the West High Athletic Club's adviser, who argued that such a move would draw attention from boys' ath- letics. However, Grace knew the power Jeanne had over Miss Flemming and realized that all would be well if she could sway Jeanne to her side and have her speak a word to Miss Flemming. Hence for a week she had been reason- ing with Jeanne, sometimes for hours at a time. Their greeting was merely an urgent, Please, will you? and a teasing, But why? They continued the argument between dives at the pool, one eagerly, the other jokingly. As they went into the dress- ing room later Grace started, Jeannie, haven't you decided yet? Please, won't you speak to Miss - Oh, for the love of Mike, Grace, interrupted Jeanne, beating her hands against her ears, please can it! Why, you've driven me dizzy! Will you! Will you! Will you! I'l1 go nuts yet! I absolutely can't listen any longer, so I'll tell you what we'll do. Tomorrow morning at six bells I'll meet you at the courts. We'll play it off Grace clapped her hand over her mcH.1th in sheer joy and gasped, You wi ! Jeanne threw a towel at her in ap- parent disgust, yet with a twinkle in her eye, and said, I will-play it off. I just know I can beat you, Grace said excitedly, even though you are about six times as good a player. I feel it in my bones. It's just possible you may. Of course, you'll have the advantages as usual - You just bet your neck I won't have the advantages, my girl. Not this time! And I'll beat you, too! The next morning shortly after six an earnest game of tennis had begun. For an hour all that was heard was the twang of the rackets as they hit the balls, the scuffle of running feet, the bounce of the ball, an occasional excited exclama- tion, and a cheerful Love-live or Thirty-five. Never had two been as evenly match- ed as these two were this morning. Page Eleven W