South Division High School - Cardinal Yearbook (Milwaukee, WI)

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CARDINAL ANNUAL INSIDE INFORMATION SCIENCE DEPARTMENT VER since we were little tors, we tugged at our mothers' apron strings crying, Why? We passed the eight grades of elementary school and were taught why two plus two equals four, and why we should never use i'them for an adjective. But we wanted more! We desired information about the natur- al phenomena of our world-why there were tides - Why a cat meowed - why automobiles sometimes stopped. Then South Division opened its gates to us. It offered a four-year Science Course, a route along which we could learn the absorbing things of life. The first year, the study of a little bit of ev- erything Was an effective starting point. With our transformation from green freshies to happy-go-lucky sophomores came a change in our science. We studied biology, plant and animal life. The study of inorganic chemistry occupied our third year. In the laboratory, infor- mation in text books was verified by ex- periments. Then we were full-fledged seniorsg we crowned our achievements with a course in physics, the study of mechanics, electricity, sound, and light. After four years of study, we stand at the gates of the school ready to pass out into the world. We realize now, that, although we have learned the why,' of some things, we must continue to study if we wish to keep abreast of the new scientific discoveries that are every day flooding the world. Even while we are puzzling over the latest invention and its effect on hu- manity, a later one is appearing on the market to astound and captivate us.

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CARDINAL ANNUAL BACK TO THE FOLD BCHOOL AGAIN! l OW whaddaya know? South's still where we left it! Hey, Tom, you old buzzard! Put the ol' mitt there! Will you look at our little sunbeam! Sun-tan's the racket, all right! Boy, wouldn't it be swellish to whizz across the lake this morning in the Sally Q? Some boat that! Oh, well, we have to get educated. Mr, Book says that education-now let's see what is it that Mr. Book says? Donlt be impolite! Easy there, or your insurance will come due tomorrowf! Land sakes, Marge, there's Tubby with his trombone. Go ask him whether he brought his cab, and, if he did, vamp him for a ride. Toot, toot! Don't be so doggy, or' I'll do it myself! Hello, Tubbyln '!Who's the keen warrior with Glad ?' Let's ramble after them and get a look at that squirrely tie. I hope for her sake he owns a chariot that's nibbyf' 'K 'Good-bye summer - good-bye - good-bye'. Hey, choke that canary! Shoo! Go 'way-the music room awaits thee. Do not disturb the cogitations of a serious man. First hour, English, second hour, civicsg third hour, off- You said it, joey! Whoops, man, easy -that's my solar plexus! Quick, lamp the pedal extremities of the intelligent- sia, all wrapped around with puppy blankets. Oh my, oh my!', There's Fat! What a man! Those arms., those chest, those tootsies! I'll bet he's slated for the All-City. What the-is that the 8:25 bell? Here's where the old bean begins to percolate! See you in the breadline. Cheeriof' All right, Wallie, let her go! U, rah, rah, Cobie!

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CARDINAL' ANNUAL PUPPET LOVE ENGLISH DEPARTMENT HAT ho! for a day in the Eng- lish Department! It is only 8:55, yet there is johnny Freshman, embarking on the adventure that will land him and john Silver on Treasure Island. There sits a dejected sophomore, his head propped on his hands, struggling to master English for Immediate Ure. Next we find him sympathizing with old Silas Marner and Eppie. Yonder we watch a jolly junior, gaily cavorting among essays and short stories, or gallantly conquering the principles of newswriting, or perchance digging a stubby pencil into the heart of a precis. We pause. 'lMy love is like a red, red rose, chants the haughty senior. We envy him his right to learn Bobbie Burns's love lyricsg we envy him his priv- ilege of reducing his audience to tears or laughter in public speaking, we wonder what this dignified being has done to de- serve an honest-to-goodness travelogue, in a darkened room, of the Scott Coun- try or beautiful Wordsworthshire. A So, through the live-long day, we learn and laugh with our good friends, the teachers. Our English class is the House of the Interpreter, and our English teacher is the Master. Under her guidance we are taught that literature is one expression of the thoughts and feelings of men. We follow that expression through story, drama, and poetry. Each day widens our horizons and adds to our understanding of the most vital thing in life-living. If, in the future, sadness or disaster over- takes us, the memory of these pleasant hours will heighten joy And cheer our minds in sorrow.