South High School - Tiger Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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A Class Book. 1904 had never been produced, we might have survived our Senior year in full possession of our health and common sense. But alas, the whole year was marred by the study of that pagan script and at the end of it we found ourselves, like the ancient Latins, thinking backwards. One day the clock in our Virgil recitation room stopped. The suspense was simply unbearable. None of the awful places of which Virgil speaks could have caused a more intense nervous tension. Our achievements in the class room were insignificant when compared to the victories won by the members of the class in other lines. ()ur valedictorian not only secured the highest average for scholarship in the city but won second honors for the school in the “Lake Poets” essay contest. Another member of the class, a talented young lady, won third place in the State Debating League essay contest. Two members of the class were also on the school debating team which won the championship of the fifth and second congressional districts. These are but a few of the honors won by individuals and the class mav congratulate itself on having as members the stars of the championship football team, baseball team and divers other champions too numerous to mention. After a winter of study and work spring finally came around and the Beta Kappa Phi girls kindly invited the bovs to a picnic. 'I'lie boys brought eatables and naturally expected that the girls would pay expenses but they were disappointed. Leap year is not. after all, a blessing to the lx ys for they not only had to tackle the “grub” proposition but were kept in suspense as to their partners until some girl kindly condescended to ask them. The paramount issue of the year was, of course, the Senior Memorial. 'Flic means by which funds were to be raised caused considerable discussion. We finally decided upon the Journal Newsboys’ Band. At last we are readv to graduate. We have passed thru each of the successive stages, the stepping stones to seniority, supremacy and independence, and, as we stand upon the threshold of future activities, we look back and review, with pride, the career so glorious which has made us candidates for life’s battle. —Arthur Anderson.

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CI (i s s B o o k, 1904 3 members of our class, it surpassed everythin previously rendered. One morning as the mist cleared away, the Junior banner was beheld floating proudly in the breeze of South town in defiance of the whole Senior class, much to the chagrin of that honorable body. The culminating event of the year was the farewell hall that we gave to the Seniors. It was, probably, the most elaborate affair given by South High students. Our pen cannot find sufficient superlatives to justly depict the scene upon that memorable night. Let it suffice to say that the retiring dynasty resigned its prestige to the rising rulers with the best of grace and g xxl will, and harmony prevailed thruout. ot long after the hall we became Seniors. We at first found it somewhat difficult to maintain the dignity which our new and exalted position demanded, hut we soon adjusted ourselves to suit the new conditions. We went to our recitations with graver countenances and when we recited it was not with that timid, questioning look that had previously characterized 11s: hut with hold confidence in our powers we made rules in Virgil and formulated definitions and made axioms to suit exigencies in geometry. The chief event of our first term as Seniors was the winning of the foot hall championship. In spite of the greatest obstacles, lack of support and proper facilities for training our hoys succeeded in developing the strongest team in the state. The boys deserved recognition and the Senior class presented each member of the team with a handsome watch fob. Of all the classes which we attended during our Senior year the Civics class was probably the most interesting. In this class wireless telegraphy was developed to a high state of efficiency. 'The operators, however, worked under great difficulties and the messages transmitted by the feminine portion of the class were often intercepted by the boys who perused them with the greatest interest. One day for some unaccountable reason the members of the American history class were unable to recite: they seemed to he dazzled. A11 investigation was started and the cause was traced to Mr. Westerson’s new shoes which shone so resplendent-ly. In our Virgil class we experienced all the sensations to which the minds of human beings are subject. If the Aeneid of Virgil

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CI a s s Boo k, j 9 0 4 5 (HlasH 0atj Sialogup Time: March, 1929. Place: A small country town. Scene: In the general store. Shr (East: Nimpkins, storekeeper.......................Theodore Bauer Sally Oatcake ...................................Agnes Hill Jones’ hired man, John.....................Brewer Goodsell Hiram Jones.................................Erwin Thompson Sarah Punkins...............................Marion Springer Myrandy Saunders.................................Alice Leland Timothy Pay streak, prospector.................Willis Xewton Ximpkins. Xo one seems to appreciate the trials of a country storekeeper. A man comes in and buys a fine saw and after using it a month brings it hack, claiming the saw has false teeth. Then another one comes in and says the auger I sold him bit him. Think of that! Buys an auger and gets hit for nothing. It just bores me. Now here comes a man into the store and he wants some chewin’ tobacco, and the first thing he asks for is Climax. I tell him that he ought not to have his climax first but should gradually work up to it—but he insists on having the Climax at once, contrary to all the rules of rhetoric. Then a man comes in with a little Colt to trade. Now don’t mistake me. 1 traded everything of value in the store for that little Colt. Some of those Colts have a forcible way about them. This one was a regular bulldog. I told the man to make himself at home. He did! He smoked a fifty-cent cigar at mv expense and said he enjoyed a gentleman's smoke. You see. he was a gentlemail of the road. Then here comes Jones’ wife for some canned fruit—some peaches—and she cant tell for the life of her what brand to take. But that’s an easy case. I simply tell her that Arthur Anderson likes the Hildebrand. (Door-bell rings.) Hello! Who’s thisr