South High School - Tiger Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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SASF EE) TO THE JlWmorg Of tt. VIRGINIA CRAVeN. DIED OSTOBEf 3, 1890. Her loving presence in the school-room ever tended to guide, incite, and elevate the minds of those with whom she daily came in contact. Even though gone from our presence, these duties she still performs if we diligently preserve the memory of her life and death,—a life useful, wise and pure—of death resigned peaceful and holy. “ Call not back the dear departed, Anchored safe where storms are o’er, On the borderland we left her, Soon to meet and part no more. Far beyond this world of changes, Far beyond this world of care, We shall find our missing loved one In our Father’s mansion fair. ”

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In OF IR6N6 R. DOW. DIED cUOUST 30, 1891. Her life was so pure and her Christian faitli so undoubted that we may feel the assurance that she has gone to the home prepared for those who love and faithfully serve the Lord Jesus. “ One by one earth's ties are broken, As we see our love decay; And the hopes so fondly cherished Brighten but to pass away. One by one our hopes grow brighter, As we near the shining shore; For we know across the river Wait the loved ones gone before.”

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CLASS STATISTICS ------ ------- COME West—I say. “Go West” were the words that fell from the lips of Horace Greeley some years ago when he looked around him and saw the thousands of young men who were striving to climb the ladder of wealth by living on five cent lunches and lodging in poorly ventilated rooms. These words proved him, indeed, a true prophet in regard to the advantages the West offers, but he little knew of some of the wonders of the age which were already developing in the great West. No need of the Exposition Board to send hundreds of miles away for curiosities to fill the Exposition when we have one at our very door. Some years ago, Dame Nature had an infant at her disposal, and looking around her for some level spot to deposit her offspring, passed through the saintly city of St. Paul, through the streets of Minneapolis, and laid it gently down on the steps of the Adams’ Home for Mental Culture, knowing full well that big-hearted Father Jordan was never yet known to shut his doors against the rising generation. I will now describe this monstrosity of nature, which in due course of time developed into the Senior Class of the same institution. To begin with its age is on the shady side of 500 yrs; its exact age being 493 yrs., 3 mo., 17 days, 12 hours, 15 minutes and 30 seconds. It is 140 ft. high and at each step it covers the distance of 500 ft., occupying only 7 lirs. in journeying around this terrestrial globe. The size of its waist, allowing 12 inches to the foot, is 7434 in., or nearly 62 ft. around. This huge mass of organic matter weighs 3423 lbs., and to raise it an inch from the ground would require a derrick run by an engine of 40 horse-power. The length of its arm being in exact proportion to its height is 504 inches. Its fairy-white hand is usually covered with a well fitting glove, 92 inches in size, and made especially for it. But the smallest parts about this conglomeration of matter are its feet; small, dainty, little feet covered by a patent leather tipped shoe, No. 56 inches in size, which of course are manufactured in Chicago. Its clothes fit to perfection and I judge by their color that its favorite hues are pink and cream; delicate taste indeed. Its complexion varies with the seasons of the year, embracing all the colors of the rainbow and ranging from a creamy pink to a rich walnut. Eyes, which none but a poet can describe. At times they speak the language of love, then again they pour forth fiery vengeance from their depths. They seem to see down into your very soul and give forth an intelligence