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

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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

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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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HQPEL-M.A.H.S.--1-HQHQ Jeanne was the recognized woman ten- nis champion of the city. Grace played as well as the average player, but usu- ally took advantages from Jeanne. To- day, however, brilliant player though Jeanne was, the brilliancy of her game seemed offset by an energy and surety of stroke in Grace. For two sets they played a game of give and take, neither taking a great lead. Both sets had been deuce sets and nothing but the sheerest luck had sent one into the hands of each. At the beginning of the third set, however, the strain of keeping up with Jeanne's exceptional playing began to tell on Grace. Her smashes cost her the utmost energy. Her aces became fewer and farther between. Neverthe- less, although the more demanding strokes had become unstable, she still maintained control over the more sim- ple strokes. But these could not avail her much with Jeanne on the opposite side of the net and she, realizing this, became discouraged. Jeanne, used to strenuous playing, scarcely felt any effects whatever, but knowing her own superiority in the game, admired her friend the more for her show of tenacity in this game which would decide if she were to be the one to promote girls' athletics in the high schools of Helena. The games stood four-five, Jeanne ahead. Unless she won this time, she she lost the match and with it her pur- pose. If she won this game, she still had a chance of victory. It was her service, and as she started to serve the first ball, she attempted to pull herself together. She lifted her racket with an effort and served the ball into the net. The second ball was likewise a net ball. Love-five. The next balls were served wildly out of bounds until the score stood love-forty. She could not lose the next point! The match practically depended on it! As she stood on the base line prepar- ing to serve the next ball she had a feeling that she could make it and served a swift, low ball into the service court almost on the alley line. Jeanne was there to meet it and lifted it neatly just over the net. Grace ran swiftly forward and after carrying it just over the net, ran back again to meet Jeanne's return ball at the base line. Jeanne still covered the net so she lifted a beau- tiful swift lob over Jeanne's head to the boundary line, scoring the point. She felt uplifted, but knew she was still playing on the edge of a precipice. One bad stroke and she would lose! She served an easy ball which Jeanne drove into a far corner. When Grace reached the ball she gloried in the fact that she had a strong back hand. De- termining to kill the ball, she swung her racket back and with a sweeping back hand stroke drove the ball a full yard clear of the base line, out of bounds. She had lost and merely because she was too eager to kill the ball! She walked a trifle grumpily to the net and grinned wanly as she held out her hand to Jeanne. Jeanne shook hands and with a bow and a benevolent smile said, You winln Ye-ah! Like so much ln You played a Fme game. And you played better! You played without any advantages. I notice you didn't have any, your- self! As I said before, you win! As I insinuated before, win what?', Why, what we played for. Uh-huh! I was just thinking that we didn't mention the stakes of this contest, but, come to think of it, now, I had decided that if you lost, I'd speak to Miss Flem- ming about this fool notion of yours. You've no objection, I hope! Anticipation By Sara' Tenenbaum A tree stood lonely, cold, and bare Awaiting Spring's arrival there, With buds and leaves and birdlingis nest All snuggled closely to her breast, With soft green grasses at her feet, And nodding daisies in retreat- To stand there swaying in the breeze! Ah, soon to know these ectasies Instead of dreary, dismal days That know no light of joyous rays! Page Twelve