Roosevelt High School - Sagamore Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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NINETEEN TVVENTY-FOUR MIRROR Musings of an Old Maid OIV time has flown. It is twenty-nine years tonight since our class graduated from Roosevelt High School. VVe were the first class to graduate and we were a mighty fine group of youngsters too. Since then some of us have traveled all over the world, but here I sit alone in a little cottage with Tabby and Poll, translating Edgar Guest into Greek. Clarence Reamer has made and lost two fortunes since that night. The first he made by managing the Ford plant, and lost by speculating in Wall Street. Concerning the second, nobody knows the details, but it is known that he gave a large sum to an orphan asylum for dogs. Poor Clarence! I saw him yesterday, sweeping Nicollet Avenue, but he has a faithful wife who stays by him through thick and thin so he is happy. Esther takes in washing to support her husband and I forget how many children she has. Little Gordon used to play in our street, but he is grown up now. lNIadame Dagmar Larson is one of our group of whom we are very proud. She has her own music studio and has become quite famous. She has written music that even Paderewski could not play. I hear that the poet Edmund Loughran calls there quite often. In all these years he has never married. It is wonderful to be so devoted to one's art. And they say his neckties are a symphony in color. The evening paper was fairly ablaze tonight with the name of Moria Desmonde. She used to call herself Hazel Nelson, but now she is Mona, the brightest star in America. She is a woman over forty, but she doesn't look a day over sixteen. I wonder how she does it. ' Billy, too, has become quite famous, but in a far more creditable man- ner. VVhen he was young, he was a baseball star, but he gave up every- thing to become a missionary in dark Africa. They say he even teaches the heathen pickaninies a bit of Shakespeare. The last heard of him was that he had made an excellent stew for some of the Cannibals. His work has been an inspiration to us all. A socialist handbill left on my doorstep today had printed on it: Vote for Ida Ferg for governor! I will clean up the state. I wonder which way she means that. They say she is a good housekeeper, so I guess I'll vote for her. Maybe Ida-will be president soon. Yvelll VVelll It's eight o'clock, bed time. Come, Polly. Come, Tabby. We must bank the fire and lock the door. Goodnight, everybody! -VERA DALY June 1924. Pam' l ifli-cn

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THE ROOSEVELT HIGH SCHOOL Senior Class Will E, the Senior Class of June 1924, after two years spent at Roose- velt High School, Hennepin County, Minneapolis, Minnesota, are still of sound body and mind. Due to the uncertainty of life, however, we have decided to make this our last will and testament. VVe bequeath certain precious heirlooms to our fellow students, with the request that they treat them with respect and courtesy. To the B Seniors, and to the Juniors we leave Room 104 as a home room, the auditorium seats in the center section known as rows C, D. E, and F, the privilege of having our advisors, ten tons of worries, several law suits, all our old pencils and pens, our drawing material, and lastly, all our dear enemies, acquired. To the Sophomores we give the liberties we had as such. To the Freshmen we leave nothing but luck. As special bequests we leave to hlarjorie Becker, Vera's studiousness, to Gordon, Bill's chance of adding a few inches to his height, to Caston Calerstrom, Hazel's quick wit, to June Peterson, Dagmar's talkativeness, to Richard McMahon, Ed,mund's dramatic ability, to Birdsey, Clarence's place on the annual staff, to Lawrence VValsh, Elmer's ability to argue, to Florence Elker, Ida's quietness. hfloreover, we will to anybody who wishes them, our gum wads, if they can be found, to the discoverer, our physics marks. To lVIr. Greenwood, we leave for liquidation, all our bankruptcy pro- ceedings, our Hnancial embarrassments, and our stocks in the sand banks of Lake Nokomis, for how could we as a class hope to succeed financially, when our advisors-Hayes, Crogan, and Lundgren-stood for H. C. L. fHigh Cost of Livingj? To hfliss Hayes, we leave our best wishes for great success in her dramatic club work in the years to' come. To Miss Crogan, we leave the task of guiding the unstable Juniors in the path that they-should tread.. YVe leave behind us our best wishes to this friend and pal in her stupendous task. To Mr. Lundgren, we leave the responsibility of being as kind and understanding a daddy as he has been to us. To lVIr. Carlson, We bequeath our love and respect, and we trust that the students of Roosevelt High School may for many years be so fortunate as to have him for their guide and counsellor. Lastly, we do bequeath to all other heirs of the student body and to the faculty not herein mentioned, our best interest in their success, re- taining of our store of worldly possessions, merely pleasant memories of happy days spent at Roosevelt. We appoint Mr. T. Bear sole executor of this our last will and testa- ment, and we swear? CDon't let Mr. von Levern hear itj that all pre- vious wills made by us, are dull and void. Piano QSignedJ ESTHER MARTINSON VVitnesses Flag Pole QSealedJ Blotter June Class '24. Page Fourteen

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H EROOSEVELT HIGH SCHOO Senior Class Poem ,e1ITHFUL classmates of Roosevelt High, Our Parting Day is drawing nigh,- 'lVe've stood together through the days, But now, ere long, we part our ways. Together 'we've worked and planned in days gone by, .ind struggled for the honor of Roosevelt High. But now our duties and tasks are done,' IVe've run a good race and our goal is won. .ind to you, old R. H. S., we give a parting thought Of all the happiness, in days gone by, to us you've brought. Yozfve moulded well our characters and given us higlz ideals find jitted us for entering new and untried yields. In -all of the activities, your honor to uphold, Fife ever have been faithful to the Mar'oot1 and Gold, But no-w, our High School days lzave passed beyond recall, Leaving for us only the memories of it all. Dear old R. H. S., we dread to leave your halls, But we must go because the world now calls- nlnd so old classmates we say farewell to you, Here's wishing -wealth and happiness in everything you do! -EDMUND LOUGHRAN June 1924. huge' . I