North High School - Polaris Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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 JOAN OF ARC Oh Maid from Orleans, so chastely white, So wrapt in dreams, in visions of the right, The holy light of martyrs in your eyes, How glorious death to him who nobly dies! Florence Krieg. Page Twelve

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FOREWORD Again we complete a year’s history in North High. We look forward to vacation with the hope of a pleasant and I trust a profitable change from the work of our school days. If we do not look forward after vacation to days of continued study, it will mean we do not hope or care about growth or it may be stated that we confess we are w illing to go backward since we know there is no such thing in the fullest sense as standing still. The past year has seen a higher standard in North High in several respects. We trust our basket ball team has set a pace which will lead to many championships not only in athletics but in other activities of the school. The music department is to be congratulated upon their accomplishments. Our debate teams have brought honor to the school. The many school organizations have accomplished results worthy of commendation from the entire school. The spirit of loyalty and sacrifice of effort has been especially evident this year as shown by the recent “Faculty Entertainment. ’ The graduating classes of the year are to be congratulated for their success in the completion of their courses and it is the earnest wish of the faculty that they may go on to even higher attainments. May the time soon come when it shall be the ambition of all to win an honor pin for high scholarship. Loyalty to the school means loyalty to yourself as a member of the school having a real appreciation of those aims for which the school is organized and endeavors to promote. May the class of 1925 and the school as a whole gain a true vision of those principles upon which true success is based. Page Eleven

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HALL OF FAME—South Corridor NORTH’S GUARDIAN If you who did today roam through these halls Were standing by Joan d’Arc tonight, You too could see her as the silence falls, Demurely sitting in her armor white, Joan, the maid who guards the Fremont stair And closely watches those who pass her by. But yet more closely, those who, unaware, Think her the sleeping guardian of North High. Though many years have passed since sons of North By valiant fighting the first trophies won, Yet she remembers how they all went forth And brought home honor for the deeds they’d done. And never weary through the nights and days She guards the trophies while we go our ways. Zella Dulinc, June ’24. Page Thirteen