North High School - Polaris Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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• • • As You Like It It is the purpose of this book to capture the spirit of North High in pictures. Before this year started, who could possibly tell, or who would want to know, the troubles we would have in getting those pictures? How were we to know that our photographers with their high degree of coordination would break our camera and then fix it so every picture taken was out of focus? Why wouldn't Dexter Clarke's car start the day of the wrestling meet, and how did he expect to take a skiing picture without a camera? Who among us can forget the time Steve Laden was almost transferred to Henry for a photographic error? This didn't bother us though, because, as Jeff Kessel says, Chuck Lundberg never forgot to take a picture, he was just late sometimes. In spite of everything, the photographers then had the gall to go on strike just before Sno-Wcck! Just think, though, without our photographers, we wouldn't have pictures like these. Because we were lucky enough to get these pictures, you will be lucky enough to have a choice of captions. So check the one you think is best. 1 1 Quick. Sam! I caught me another I—J one. I | brother's footsteps. I---1 I'm not leaving these stands until we win a L—1 game. j Come on. Sam. let's swing! The flying wedge, now there was a play . 1 1 Stick with me. and we’ll both grad- I 13

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Homecoming, 1965 Old Abe Lincoln has seen another Homecoming come and go. One wonders what thoughts mn through his mind at a time when school spirit is at its peak and the air is electric with excitement. Wonder it' those kids ever realize what I go through during that week? Tradition! Bet I could give them a few hints as to the real meaning of the word. Kids running around me, worrying where to stick me next with tape for decorations and then ripping them off in half the time they spent putting them on. Boy. kids will never change; the tape left behind two years ago finally yellowed and fell off itself. Each year is unique in itself, though. There is still the same undercurrent of excitement about queen petitions, slogans, and the game. Yet, even with the different faces, the kids have that certain thing’ in common. I can pick out the sophomores right away with their looks of complete familiarity which hides their amazement, and the juniors who arc already planning their greater final Homecoming. Then there arc the cver-so-confident seniors whose expectations of the whole affair are nothing less than spectacular. Queen Colleen and her escort, Roger Schumacher, reminisce about the happenings of an eventful day. Yes, year after year they’re all there! The Sues and Lindas who cry as Bonni is chosen queen, the Toms and Terrys who stand in front of me and argue the outcome of the game and of course the teachers who hide behind me as students rush for the auditorium. Victory or defeat; I can tell by the distant cries from the field and by those from the team at the end of the game. Then, as perspiring boys and girls gather around me for a breather while the band takes an intermission at the victory dance, I know it’s almost over! Finally, when only the janitors arc left to sweep by me with their huge mops, it h all over! All for North High stand up and smile! 12 65—22—37

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Drum major Til Bergman leads the band through the magic lamp of Polarabia. And so. Your Wickedness, we arc sure Babanna is eager to meet you, says Wizard Gary Rosen to 14 Caliph. Jim Bukstein. Holiday Revue: “North to Polarabia” A puff of smoke, a whistle and the band burst through a magic lamp ... thus began the 1966 Holiday Revue, North To Polarabia. As the band’s concert ended, the curtains opened and the audience was suddenly transported to the mystic land of Polarabia. There they saw the best of North's talent perform before the evil Caliph; where Percy the Terrible and the evil wizard Mcphistopheles went so far as to kidnap the tailor’s beautiful daughter, Babanna, and make her a member of his harem. Oh, crumbling sand dunes, is there no one to save this innocent wench?! Of course there is, foolish mortals ... It’s Rex Machcstus!!! Although captured in one rescue attempt and sent to a desert slave gang, our hero Rex leads a slave revolt and escapes. He and his followers return to the palace in the nick of time to overthrow the Caliph and prevent his marriage to Babanna. So, as the sun sets in the North, the good tailor is made Caliph, Babanna and Rex plan to marry, and everyone lives happily ever after! Babanna Horowitz, says Gary Rosen to Barb Bcrlovitz, meet the Caliph, Percy the Terrible.