Roosevelt High School - Sagamore Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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HE MIRRO JUNIOR CLASS

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THE MIRRGR 25 .Uuninr iqiaturg ISTORY is rather dangerous ground to tread upon in the presence of most students, but class history-Oh, that's different! Several years ago, Old South High witnessed the advent of a most verdant crop of Freshies. Among the boys, knee-length trousers and the traditional unwashed parts of a boy's anatomy, were much in evidence, and among the girls hair-ribbons and short dresses. For an entire year we crept along, as inconspicuously as possible, on the dark sides of the halls, to avoid meeting those bright and shining lights-the Seniors. Teachers, believing it more blessed to give than to receive, dealt out fiunks with generous hands. Yet, in spite of it all, we managed to survive the terrible ordeal: and none the worse for the wear we began our Sophomore year. Through a long and tedious process, we had reached a semi-civilized state. We had graduated into long trousers, bobbed hair, and the practice of sleeping during the day and tripping the light fantastic at night. During that year came the terrible news that we must leave our Alma, Mater. It seemed that our grief was greater than we could bear, but every cloud has a silver lining so-well. here we are! As pioneers in this untracked wilderness. we believe we have been singularly active and successful. We have taken part in various activities: we have done something hitherto unheard of in a high school-we, as Juniors, have respected the Sophs and Freshies and have allowed them some privileges: we have made a name for ourselves. What if we are noted as some of the star 'flunkees and skippers of the school-it's something to be famous at all! We're full-fledged flippers and fiappers fthe male of the speciesjp Three cheers for the Juniors! e