South High School - Tiger Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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MARIE JOHNSON Valedictorian ROSE SCHUSSLER Photos by Lee Salutatorian CLAUDE ROSSMAN President

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are very energetic. The president, Reuben Edcjuist, is ably assisted by Lewis Bicknell. On Wednesday afternoon of each week, a very enjoyable program, generally consisting of a debate, an extemporaneous speech, an essay, and several musical numbers, is rendered by the members of the society. Arthur Anderson, distinguished for his powerful voice. Carl Huntington for his ease of manner, and Reuben Edcjuist for his skill at repartee, represented the school in the debating lists this year, and although the decision was not in our favor, we are confident that our speakers won the debate. As an instance of its activity, the Literary Society gave an oratorical contest, in which the Debate in Hell was quite an important number, and a banquet at which the literary people demonstrated their extraordinary capacity for assimilation. The Shakespeare Class and the Athletic Association have represented the class along dramatic lines. “Midsummer Night’s Dream” was a pronounced success if one can judge by the appreciation of the audience. Willis Newton, in the role of Moonshine, and Reuben Carlson as Thisbe, “took” immensely, but Reuben Edquist, as Bottom and later as Pyramus, made the “hit” of the day. At the benefit given by the Athletic Association, in “The Two Old Cronies.” Ernest Stover made a great “hit” as the champion smoker, and in “Box and Cox” Earle Lawler was the star as James Cox. Although the South High boasts expert mathematicians, physicists, and linguists, and has attained to the highest general average, nevertheless, it is to be best known through its literary and dramatic accomplishments. The motto, “Labor est non cassus” is very appropriate, not only for the Senior class, but also for the whole school. —Mildreth Janet Haggard.

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HOW WE FEEL ON COMMENCEMENT NIGHT ’E are sitting tonight on this old platform, So old and yet so new, Our hearts beat strangely, sadly warm. Our eyes are filled with dew. Many are the hearts that are tender tonight, Mellowed by a common grief, Many are the marks the class-book brought to light Our pain’s beyond belief. Seventy-five per cent., seventy-five per cent., Seventy-five just drags us through. Seventy-five per cent., seventy-five per cent., Seventy-five just pulled us through. We are living again that direful day, ’Twas for our pictures booked; When we saw them, we swooned away, We’d forgotten how we looked. Many are the souls that are bankrupt tonight, Bitter tears our sad eyes fill, Many are the hearts weary of the sight Of that mammoth picture bill, Thinking tonight, thinking tonight, Thinking of that picture bill. Thinking tonight, thinking tonight, Thinking of that picture bill. We feel awkward tonight in these clothes so new, These clothes do feel so queer— With our hands we don’t know what to do— Our hearts beat wild with fear. Many are the hearts that are trembling tonight, Waiting for our turn to speak. Many are the knees knocking sore with fright For fear our shoes will squeak. Waiting tonight, waiting tonight, Waiting for your turn to speak; Waiting tonight, waiting tonight, Waiting for your turn to speak. —Mabel Parker, Class Poet 9