South High School - Tiger Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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I remember, I remember, The Physics, our delight. The booklets and the “Pancoasts” red We loved with all our might! The class-room where the teacher drew Strange circles in the air; We’d like to skip this period, But, Oh! we didn’t dare! I remember, I remember, One time I didn’t flunk; The girls were eating candy then, And offered me a chunk. ’Twas but a piece of peppermint, But now ’tis little joy To know I’ll ne’er be treated more In school, by girl or boy. I remember, I remember, Demand for boys was great. We used to think their number small, And sadly mused on fate. But for their number, they, of course, Are never to be blamed; And of our boys we certainly Have never been ashamed. I’ll remember, I’ll remember, My class through thick and thin; Of her I always shall be proud, As I have always been. Her metal’s of the truest steel; And may it always be South High school's noblest, truest class, Dear class of 1903! —Mabel Marcella Parker, Class Poet. 6

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The Phi Beta Sigma is the “baby” sorority of the school, and also the largest. It was organized only a few months before graduation and on its rolls we find the names of thirty-three senior girls, many of them famous on the rostrum, on the basket ball floor and in the class room. In their number we find both the valedictorian and the salutatorian. Miss Lula Stobbs is the leader of this group. The Gamma Sigma “frat” was founded in our Junior year and is the only fraternity in the school. Among its members we find the names of many famous athletes, orators and statesmen of South high school, having contributed all four presidents of the class of ’03. Although in the past year there has been an organized attempt to break up the “frat” it has weathered the storm and is now stronger than ever with the brightest possible prospects for a successful season next year. Eleven members of this industrious colony will graduate this year. AN ODE TO THE SENIORS I remember, I remember, When we first started in; We were but puny freshmen then, How young we must have been! We did not start a bit too soon, Nor make too long a stay; We’ve had an awful lot of fun, And hate to go away. I remember, I remember. When we were sophomores, Our courage often failed us then, Hard by the class-room doors. We studied Webster’s Rhetoric, And History by Myer; They both were curious looking things, I’ve seldom seen one dryer. 5

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EDITORIAL the first Senior annual published by a South has endeavored to print only those items which would render the book attractive as a reminder of the happy days in South Side’s “darksome halls” in which we left the “Clock.” In whatever way this annual may excel, credit should be given to the class poet, historian, prophets, the class day committee, and the associate editors, Harriet Brearley, Blanche Scal-len, Mildreth Haggard, Earle Lawler, Arthur Has-lund, and Irving Robitshek. Whatever blame there is should be laid up against the editor, Ernest Stover, for in this “Annual” he is the “root of all evil.” Whoever receives any “knocks” at our hands please pass them up as they are given, only in good natured fun. Whoever seeks vengeance please remember that the editor has left town. Whoever receives any flattery, please consider it as such, for we mean no harm. Whoever receives this book please accept it that you may keep it and keep it that you may remember the greatest of all classes, the Class of 1903. class for a number of years, the editorial 7