South High School - Tiger Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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Ask where’s the verb? and we can tell. We’ve conned geometry with zeal ’Til prisms joined in one mad retd With quadrilaterals and cones. The while we scarce suppressed our groans. We’ve read of Shakespeare, Milton, Gray, Compared their writings, style and rank. But more than all we’ve learned the way To change unkindly Fortune’s blank To marks that cheer our weary way; We’ve learned to lend a helping hand To others as they onward go Step by step, a toiling band, To greater heights from plains below. Our labor has been hard ’tis true; But what is gained of worth without The throbbing heart, e’en aching too? Forgotten now our care and doubt, Forgot the burdens that we bore. Those heavy tasks set day by day Have brought us nearei to the shore Illumed by Truth’s immortal ray. The sun for us now seems to rise, We’re as the earth in early spring, When winter birds upon the wing Meet Robin Redbreast now the king. We almost hear that chirp so clear That merry note of hope and cheer As nodding that small head so wise Away to yonder wood he flies. Bright paths of light stretch out for all, No clouds appear whence rain can fall. Joy sits as if to be our queen And hints of pleasures yet unseen; And only smiles, no word will speak; But will let each meaning seek. The time is near, 0 friends so true, When we no longer as of yore, Shall in one path our work pursue. The bells of life ring out their peals, To tell us that our paths diverge. Both hope and fear, each young heart feels As from our school life we emerge. What deeds may life from us expect? But as we wonder what they are A note of guidance we detect. “ Let Duty lx? thy polar star. ” Ah, Bells of life, peal on! peal on! Thou hast for each a ioyous song, Which we will by no discord jar, Thou canst thy peals through life prolong.

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t C ) CL TSS POETTJ. LASSMATES, gathered here to-night, Teachers, friends, our hearts so near. Accept the greeting of the poet. She greets you in that name so dear, That name we always love to hear, The name of those to honors new, The name of the class of '92. To those of you who may not know Of this our class, its virtues too, The poet tells }Tou, we can show The -best to cipher and construe; The best to laugh, the best to shout; The best to work, the l est to play; The best to think a puzzle out. The best that sees the light of day. We have our Burke, our Bacon, Loche, We have our Kingsley, and our Hume, Mozart and Lind, all in our stock. In truth, of each, one may assume, Of those the world doth largely rate We point you in our class to one Who is to him a worthy mate; Whom neither great nor wise will shun. We’re not a class to cut a dash; We’re not a class to break a law, And make our friends look on in awe, And fear results from actions rash: But we’re a class of strength and might. We work along with greatest joy To aid a fallen cause that’s right, And vice and evil to destroy. We’ve met our text books day by day As though we loved their deeps to sound; We’ve learned of Ethiope and Malay, Of tides, and clouds, and circles round, Of bones and muscles, tissues, nerves; We’ve studied diction, figures, style; History, too, its purpose serves; At unknown quantities we smile. In Latin, we can masters show Of Virgil or of Cicero. In German, one point we know well

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Our trials, when they come, will meet, As problems that we met in school. We’ll struggle on nor fear defeat; We’ll find a way to solve by rule. We’ll go forth bodly to the world; We’ll hold our banners all unfurled. How sweet ’twould be to think the class, And all that should be here, by right With whom we climbed the mountain pass; Were each in his own place to-night! But no, the word comes sadly back One, one, from earth has heavenward flown Her loving presence here we lack. The flowers of earth are killed by frost, And bloom in fairer fields of light. The pearl of countless price is lost, In depths of seas beyond our sight. That loved one joined a higher band Than this on earth, of which we are: By her we’re led to a brighter land Our model she, altho’ afar. And now the remnant of this band, Who’ve walked together hand in hand. Must say a last, a fond good-bye; Tho’ from each breast it brings a sigh. May each find joy and peace in life; Be each a conqueror in the strife. Each grow more noble, pure and true, An onward, upward way pursue. Adelaide Ann W inton.