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

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THE MU BEAUTY AND ME By DQROTHY WHITBECK, '29 That heading doesn't mean anything--no one ever associates the two. It's just one of life's paradoxes that I should know something about acquir- ing looks. As this is about human beauty-or lack of it-I've tried to decide whether I ought to start at the legs and work up, start at the hair and work down, or start in the middle and broaden out. The latter I happen to be do- ing personally-but that's another story. I think I'll start at the most im- portant item-the figure, and the reduction of it. You may laugh at woman's dieting and doing the high-kick so that she'll represent a broom handle, but there isn't a man who won't pull his coat tight to show his slender hips, or wear knickers to display his shapely legs--if he has them. Man will never understand the real tragedies of woman's life. I've spent hours rotating my legs madly in air, as I counted one, two, Cpuffj one, two- and do I measure any less in yardage of circumference? I've walked perfect miles on my toes Without resting-are my ankles willowy? I've lifted suites of furniture thousands of time CI may exaggeratej but are my arms tenderly rounded? Now for faces. Sadly I admit that those on magazine covers are in the minority. The only- skin I'd love to touch is that of a fox-around my neck: I've tried to ward off a bad complexion by reaching for a Lucky instead of a sweet, but all I've been rewarded by is a slap on the fingers. My girl friend had been sick, and I went to see her. My dear! I cried at first sight, You're deathly pale-what is it? Anxiety must have been in my face, for she laughed, and told me not to worry. You see, it's only my complexion,-mask. I'm not sure, but I think a better way would be to apply a porous plaster to the face, and when it is pulled off-no skin, no skin troubles. However, I haven't tried it, for I've been more interested in my expression. Honestly, you know, a girl with pearly teeth like mine ought to laugh oftener, but fat cheeks don't improve the picture. I read in the Cogwheel that sleeping on a collar button would pro- duce a dimple. I didn't have a collar button, so I used my finger-I couldn't write for a Week afterward. I've heard surgeons can make permanent dimples -I guess they cut out a patch of skin and sew the hole together. I wouldn't risk that, though, for it'd be just my luck to have them knot the thread, and my dimple would be a wart. Still. if a girl has beautiful hair, that is enough. l've eaten burnt crusts till my stomach is black, and does my hair curl? I got upi courage to have it permanented, and now it resembles the mane of a rocking horse, after three kids with carmelly fingers have been ighting over it. And yet--and yet- you should have seen it before. Music By LORRAINE Gow, '29 Upon the stillness of the night I hear the music of the breeze: It plays upon a mellow harp Fashioned from the leafiess trees. The music of past centuries Soft and low it plays for me- The winging birds add to the wind A lonely, broken melody! Page Thirteen

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THE M Beautiful weather, don't you think? No answer. MyI What chatterboxes you children are! Still no answer. They rode in this state until they reached the railway station. The train was just pulling in. Cast your eyes in yon direction, commanded Don with an eloquent wave of his hand toward the station platform. There, to their joy, they saw none- other than Miles Henderson. But their rapture was short lived, A smae11 blond girl stepped off the train, and with a glad exclamation, Miles clasped her in his arms. The girls looked at each other in bewilderment. They had never dreamed that Miles might have another sweetheart. So astonished were they that Don's mischievous smile and sly nod at Miles passed unnoticed. Do you see? queried Don, turning to the girls. They evidently did: for with arms around each other they had already started to walk home. The next day there was an item in the paper, announcing the arrival of Doris Henderson who was to spend the week-end with her brother, Miles. At the end of that time, they were both going to return to the city, Miles' busi- ness being over. So the small blond girl was only his sister, but it was too late now. Jane and Mary had long since reached the decision that sweetheart or sister, no man was worth the price of a broken friendship between them. Girls, remarked sophisticated Don, as he Hnished reading the news item, are awful dumb. They give me a pain. Oh, well- A Group of Verses By ELSIE PETERING, '29 MY SHIP Dream ship Only a cloud Vague and formless, as yet, I watch the horizon for you. In vain. THE FOG Damp breath Of some unseen one Enfolds me clutchinglyz Damp fingers push me on - ,. on In space. SUNSET , At eve Farewell, O Sun Orb of crystalline fire Leave your rosy hues behind For me. l OF MUD Oozy - Slimy and dank, Slippery under foot, A gleamingly treacherous mass Of mud. Page Twelve

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TH E Mu THE CLASS WILL We, the class of 1929, in the county of Bliss, in the state of Mental Blankness, do publish and declare this to be our final will and testimony.- CCopyrighted.H First, we direct that our executors, herein named, to first pay all our just debts and expenses, including bills in the lunch room and elsewhere. Second, we give, devise, and bequeath: Cor sell if we canj-- ARTICLE 1. To Nlr. Lange: ' 1. The great sport of taking the new Seniors on expeditions to Spring Lake. KO, they have some of the nice rainstorms out there.j 2. The pleasure of being able to say after we have become famous that we were his pupils, ARTICLE 2. To Nlr. Hillard: 1. The fun of meeting the new students in the first floor corridor at about 8:33 each morning. 2. The pleasure and labor of making our excuse blanks for our succes- sors. ARTICLE 3. To Miss Creglow: 1. The supreme bliss of having been adviser to such a brilliant class as that of 1929. ARTICLE 4. To Miss Copley and Miss Deem: 1. The opportunity to teach to the new Seniors the works of Messrs. Bacon and Milton. r 2. The fun of hearing the aforementioned Seniors recite Studies, that much loved essay by Francis Bacon. ARTICLE 5. To our other Teachers: 1. The vacation they so richly deserve after the strenuous time they had teaching us. ARTICLE 6. To the new Seniors: l, The joy 'of being Seniors and paying Senior dues, etc, 2, The pleasure derived from Friendship, Revenge, Paradise Lost and other such literary difficulties. 3. The job of 'ltotin' that 10-lb. volume called Newcomer-Andrews Twelve Centuries of English Literature. ARTICLE 7. To the Juniors : 1. The monetary worries that precede the J. S. 2. The lovable work of giving informals, t ARTICLE 8. To the Sophomores: l. The honor of wearing their first sport sweaters and long panties. 2. .lust the dignity of sudden elevation. 3. The exercise derived from lugging those heavy, brown brief cases. 4. Our much used copies of Five Plays of Shakespeare. Page Fourteen