South High School - Tiger Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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6 C I a s s Boo k, i p o 4 Enter Sally Oatcake. Simpkins. Goo l morning, Sally. How’s all the folks this morning? Sally. O. they’re pretty fair, except that one of the turkeys has a had cold, but maw said it would get over that if you jest gave it time. James has hung his tin watch around its neck. He says that ought to give it time. Is there any mail for Oatcake’s this morning? Simpkins. Yes. here’s a postal for you, Sally, from George Townsend. W hat will John say when he finds out you’ve got a fellow in town ? Sally. I haven’t got any fellow in town. Simpkins. You hev, too. Here is his name signed “your steady. George.” and he began it “Dearest Sal.” You can’t fool me; it’s right here on this postal. Sally. What business have you got reading my mail. I’d like to know. Simpkins. Wal, the mail-man gave me all the mail upside down and how could I tell which was yourn until I’d read both sides. Resides, in looking at a question, its always best to look at it from both sides. Sally. You haven’t any business reading my mail, anyway. Rut say—I made up a poem on the wav down here this morning. Do you want to hear it? Simpkins. I didn't know you was a poet, but sally out. I’ll listen. Sally. (), I ain’t a registered poet. This is the way it goes: O, there once was a Jay Traveling with 2.000 of hay. IYrched on his unbought load. Said he to the long road: “What are the wild, weary, whimpering winds saying?” Straightway the road turned And would his question have spurned: Rut. from the look of surprise In the Jay’s Ion.some eyes, He took pity, I surmise. And answered, thus-wise: “The wistful, whistling, winter winds are haying, not say-

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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

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Class Book, 1904 ing. They have been on a still-hunt for a summer clime, but have not found it and now are singing the pickle chorus.” Simpkins. The wind singing the pickle chorus! What do you mean by the “pickle chorus?” Sally. Why, fifty-seven varieties, of course. (Door-bell rings. Enter John.) John. Hello, Sally. Sally. Hello, John. Run out'of seed for plantin’? John. Xope. The boss sent me down for some tarnips and coffee. Simpkins. How much will you have, John? John (impatiently). (), I ain’t talking business now. Well, I haven’t seen you for the longest time. Sally. Simpkins. You might forget. John. 1 low much did you say ? John. O, a peck of coffee and half a pound of tarnips. Simpkins. What’s that? John. Make it a whole pound of tarnips. I’ll eat some on the way back. Sally. What do you think of the weather. John? John. Wal. I should think it was time for Winter hut the weather says Spring-er, I’m not well acquainted with it. Anyway there was scarcely any Coleburn the last week. Sally. If this warm weather keeps on, the Young leaves will soon start to Russel. I heard the Maybelles ringing this morn-ing. John. Is that so? It’s about time for the Swift fisherman to start searching for his Rates. I saw a Martin this morning and Mrs. Jones says a rooster Crew in Earnest. Sally. (). I’m so glad! Soon we can (iambic on the green again. My mother says that folks that hasn’t got some Ames don’t amount to much. What are you making such a wry face about. John ? John. Wal, if you’d been working in the fields for three weeks and planting nothing hut rye. I’ll bet you would make a rye-face. Sally. You’re always kicking, John. W hat’s the reason? John. Kixmocllcr is my name. I suppose.