South High School - Tiger Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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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.

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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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c » e ) €■ PROPHECY OF CLASS OF '92. ES, I am a gypsy, a veritable gypsy, what is more a wandering gypsy, I am queen of the band. Respected by my own, by the world I am called a vagabond, a pariah, a beggar. But who can claim a nobler ancestry, a longer lineage than mine? Perhaps Pharaoh was my great great grandfather’s great great grandfather, who knows? And yet, scorned as I am apparently by respectable folks, do they not in reality bow to me, pay me homage, and regard me as more than the ordinary mortal? Countesses, duchesses and ladies of high degree come to me in disguise and in fear and trembling ask for their fates, noblemen have sought to penetrate the future, by my lifting the veil. Many profess unbelief but they always go away convinced. I have heard that there is to be a picnic around here to-day and, as these young folks are just at the curious age, I may expect a visit from them. They will come scoffing and saying it is just for fun, but they will wait anxiously for my words and by the correctness with which I shall name each one and the characteristics which I shall describe they will be compelled to believe me and will go away more slowly and thoughtfully than they came. But, hush! Here they come—Good-day sweet ladies, and is it to old Queen Caudace you come to hear your futures? Just cross her old hand with silver and she will trace a bright life for you: In your hand, Miss Rhodella Kirtland the Mount of Apollo is well developed. These Apollonian subjects love to shine before the world. The ascending branches on the Mount of Saturn denote musical success. Your utter lack of voice is made up by your unique manner of rendering solos. Your career as a Prima Donna will be short for the star and cross on the Mount of Jupiter indicate a brilliant marriage with a Japanese Noble. The magnificence of your Japanese Trousseau will be the envy of the court. Mr. Fred Dustin, the many confused lines on Mount Jupiter denote a long and unsuccessful struggle for greatness. You are to invent a wonderful patent, many wheeled, double action, electro magnetic, Latin verb conjugating machine. The wavy formation of lines denotes obstacles such as your forgetting Latin or the brilliancy and independence of the students who might l e supposed to need the machines. It seems you are unable to sell a single one. Your generous heart, indicated by the Mount of Apollo, piompts you to delight the hearts of small boys with the remains of your failure. YTou retire into the background and devote yourself to the manufacture of electric bells, that won’t work. v -