Rochester High School - Rochord Yearbook (Rochester, MN)

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SHOPPING ALONE Hy fllargnret Sfozeell, ,Sl The first time I was allowed to go down town alone was the most thrilling, adven- turous, yet embarrassing and nerve-racking day that I have ever spent. I had my own money and was going to do some shopping. I set joyfully about it. I bought ridicu- lous things, lost some money, asked clerks foolish questions, and looked and stared at things as I had never dared to do before. By the time I had completed my first adven- ture, l was quite loaded down with little ten cent and quarter articles. Next I went to the show. It took me fully hve minutes to get my ten cents out of my pocket, and all the time I could hear the sarcastic remarks of the people waiting be- hind me. XYhen I linally got into the lobby, I breathed a sigh of relief, but as I turned to enter the show, I felt a package slipping. I about doubled myself up trying to turn around to put it under my arm, but at the same moment three other packages fell. XYhen I stooped to pick them up, I imagine I looked as old Hepzibah in The House of the Seven Gables did when she tried to pick up the marbles she had spilled in her small cent shop. I could feel the heat rush to my face as I saw all the people looking at me, some laughing, but others saying, That's that pesky little kid that kept us waiting outside. Good enough for her. As it was dark and quite late when I left the theater, I decided to take a bus. I was nearly exhausted when I reached one. I handed my last quarter to the driver and waited for my change. First he looked at it, then at me, and again at the quarter. I heard some snickering from the people in the bus, but I thought that my quarter was as good as anyone's, so I didnyt say anything. Then the driver asked, HXYIICYC are you going? Home, I replied. ' XYell, where do you live ? he inquired. On Seventh Avenue, I told him. Then he, too, started to laugh, and said, I'm sorry, miss, but this' bus goes to Chat- field. Friday the Thirteenth? Not Quite! By Hubert Crown, '33 Ding, dong, ding, dong, ding, dongg ding, dongf, Hubert! shouted' my Mother. It!s eight o'clock, and you know it isnlt Satur- day. At this I dressed hurriedly and dashed for my bicycle. I started on it with a jump, but boom! A flat tire! Dropping it with a bang, I started run- ning. ,Soon I was at Broadway and right past the stop sign, not noticing it. A shrill Whistle came from a nearby policeman. He gruffly demanded me to obey the law, and after he had given me a lecture on traffic regulations, I was sent on my way. I enter- ed the school room on the run just as the bell went brr-r-r. Hubert, said my teacher, 'fwill you Page Ten please hand in your report card ? XYhy-er I guess--aWI must have for- gotten it,', I stammered. f NYell, as this is the third day since you were given it, you will have to go to Miss NYhiting's office. Because this was my third offense at for- getting, my knees shook as I made my way to the ofhce. Forgetting again! XYell, an hour after school each night for a week may cure you of that,' Miss NYhiting told me. As I turned to leave, she called, Young man, whatys that in your pocket ? Fortunately for me, it was my card, and it was signed. Mother must have remembered it. School seemed quite a pleasant place after all.

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GET RICH QUICK By William Schacht, ,SO Almost everybody has heard of some get rich quick scheme. Maybe you have been a sticker yourself. If you have, you are 11ot the only one. For every day some smart and clever salesman is out trying to sell some Uhuml' stock, and every day some per- son is falling and thinking himself lucky to get in on such a money making proposition. There are the old gold brick plan, bum oil well stock, gold mines out on the plains of Abraham, the plan to drain the Pacific and get Captain Kidd's sunken treasures, and selling land under the sea down in Flor- ida. You have heard of all these, but here is something new. The pamphlets of a new company are just out. The Cat-Rat Com- pany addresses you in this way. Very dear friend: W'e want you to know that this billion dollar making proposition is offered to only one in your community. You are the lucky one. XVe chose you because President Hoover, who is a very heavy stockholder in our corporation, recommended you to us. He said that you were a personal friend of his and that he wanted you to get in on the money. Even if Henry Ford lived in your community, you would be the only one of- fered this opportunity. Don't read one word further unless you are interested in yachting on the South Seas, wintering down in Florida, and light- ing your cigars with one hundred dollar bills, for those are but a few of the pleasures you will be experiencing in less than a year after your investment. But you want to know how you are going to make all this money. All right, here is the plan with the following slogan:- Rats make catsg Cats make rats, Cats and rats make money for you. On the outskirts of Reno we have se- lected a beautiful piece of desert land. Here we will have our pens. It will cost us nothing, since no one owns it, and no one uses it. First we will stock our farm with rats and mice. This will be very simple because everybody will be glad to get rid of their old rats and will send them to us joyfully. Again the cost will be nothing. Now it is a well known fact that cats eat rats, and that cats are attracted to rats by their odor, so the supplying of cats will be simple. The cats will be attracted from all parts of the world to our farm by the odor of the rats. XX'hen they arrive we will place them in pens, the cost is still nothing. When we have the cats nice and fat from the meat of the rats, we will kill them and sell their lovely furs for enormous sums. They are now selling for 39998, but we will have a monopoly and will be able to raise the priee up to S100 per hide. How are we going to feed the rats? That's simple. Vile will feed them the dead eats. The cost is still nothing. Now we have a block of 5000 shares saved for you. XYe want to pay you 1,00--H Of course I know you would like to hear more about the proposition, but I lost the rest of the pamphlet. Sorry. .,R.... MAN'S GIFT TO BEAUTY Magic-the melody that ripples from in- spired fingers! A soft low murmuring like the sea at sunset, Or high and shrill, the north wind's bluster- ing echo. Sweet, whispering lullabies that linger gently Within one's consciousness. Plaintive, sad melodies from gypsy campiires, Proud, stirring marches that make feet impatient. Vvho can forget the swelling deep re-echo- ing of the organ's voice- The breathless whispering of silvery harp- strings- Or the clear sweetness of the clarinet or flute- Sharp, searching notes of master Violinsg the wild reply Of thousands of band instruments? Music Makes life an interesting adventure. -Haizel Olson, '31 Page Nine

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PRAISE UF THE U DERCLASSES lei, .If-,mi Infizifztfffn, -.en juniors-Class of '31 XX't- wt-rt- wt-ll rt-prt-scntt-tl this yt-ar in --st-,lim-S! Seniors! Rah! Rah! Rah! tht- tryouts for tht- tlt-clantation contt-st sinrt- ,luniorsl juniors! llah! llah! l-lah ! it attractt-tl tht- intt-rt-st ot' numt-rtuis n1t-in- 'lXw, quit razzing tht- juniors. 'l'ht-y arc 1101? 01- 1110 011155 M1931- outstantling. By tht- way, havt- you ht-artl 11111111 5113 111110 Y1111 50011 1110 0111591 1111315 about tht- rt-ct-nt affairs of tht- junior t-lass? wt-'rv 51011111551 1110 01011 1-fflt-11-11 1110111 1111- XYt-'rt- participating in all school actiyitit-s, X0111' 111 S1110 0Xl'01150S 111 11111' S0111111' 101117 :lmj wg,-L, taking lm actin. 1,31-t in CVC,-5-- Stunt- itlt-a, isn't it? 'l'ht-y'rt- ahsolutt-ly mar! tljjjjg' from flmmatifg U, footlmlll ,lugt at X'L'lOl1SlOlllilllg'--f--flZl1'li1llllL'tllySlZllltl wt-think Ht-rsrht-l Cast, flart-ncc tXlt-xantlt-r, lionaltl lirut-, Xlargit- l awt't-tt, Kit-hartl Hargt-slit-iint-r prt-st-nt, thc 'lunior class play is attracting tht-y'll lat- t-yt-n lit-ttt-r looking than thost- tvt-ryont-'s intt-rt-st, antl l'm willing' to say ortlt-rt-tl lay tht- class ot' 1930, antl tht-irs art- that tht- jnrotluction will lit- worthy of tht- jmrt-tty nifty! notit't- ini- tht- st-hool. .Xs far as girls' haskt-thall is cont't-rnt-tl. 'l'ht-rt- art- thrt-t- juniors in tht- jazz or- n't-'rt- 'way aht-atl ot' tht- otht-r t-lasst-s. ,X tht-stra, 'l't-gg l.an'lt-r, Mary tirt-wt-, antl largt- nuinlmt-r ol' junior girls turnt-tl up this llnlton l H : ' Qot-sslt-r. lht-rt- art- st-yt-ral stu' yt-ar for jmractit-t-. tlt-nts who havt- joint-tl tht- lmantl antl ort'ht-s- l ootlmall has t-lainit-tl tht- intt-rt-st of tht- tras, antl tht- St-nior tiirls tilt-t- tflulm antl lmoys antl now that it's lmasltt-tlmall st-ason. niixt-tl t-horus also hayt- a nunilmt-r of hoys tht-rc art- liyt- ol' our hoys on tht- stjuatl. intl girls of tht- junior class t-nrollt-tl. l-lut tlon't you think wt-'rc nt-g-lt-t'ting- our 'l'ht- tlraniatit- antl Urpht-an clulms, Social classroom work! l.ast six wt-t-ks jvt-rilitl nt- t'it-nt't-. liatlio St-it-nt-t-, Commt-rcial. antl hatl 22 juniors on tht- honor roll. l rt-nt'h't-lulis all Claim st-yt-ral actiyt- junior Hut ht-rt- coint-s ont- ot' tht- Sojilioinort-s. ll10l1lllL'l'4. l.t-t's ht-ar what ht- has to say. Page lilffr-t-11