South High School - Tiger Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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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

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

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---Ex-Pres. Hang calls to order- Ob SwennyBang, you’ll never hang While “Gilligan” makes “a hit”— For it’s a frost, that he is lost; “He’ll do as ho sees fit.” ----Ex-Pres. Bars© “In the chair”-- Oh dear Ray Barse, this awful farce Of “Tonic Nourishment” Is just a josh, an awful bosh— To help your “flourishment.”