South High School - Tiger Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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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.

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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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8 Class Book, 1904 Sally. O, John! Do you remember a long time ago, when we used to go to that little Cedar-block school? John. And studied Shakspere under Mrs. Buck man? Sally. Yes. I’ll bet a straw you can’t tell me where that Morocco-bound prince fell down. John (tripping). 1 guess it was in Tripoli. Ninipkins (looking up from his books). “Suit the word to the action, the action to the word.” Sally. And do you remember how we had to get up and recite parts of the plays? John. Do I? (Runs his hands through his hair). Is this mv German lesson I see before me ? Come, let me grasp thee! I have thee not, yet I see thee still! Art thou but a vision, a night-mare as it were? Methinks it is a stern reality. Though 'tis not yet written, methinks I discern the blood-red spots of Miss Klampe’s pen on thy face. Away! Hither! I’ll none of thee. Xinipkins. John, do you remember the apparatus Mr. Cooke was going to have running in just a few days, when you were still juniors. John. Yes. Xinipkins. He pretty nearly has it in working order now. Sally. You don’t say! 1 didn’t expect that for several years yet. Sally. You remember how Marion Springer used to wear her hair parted in the middle, don’t you? John. Yes. Sally. There was a sale on “rats” soon afterwards—Marion wears her hair pompadour now. Xinipkins. W hy is it. John, that, like so many of those seniors, von never used to get your lessons? John. I did not alwavs get my algebra And never my civics knew; But I learned one date in history That is good enough for two. In nineteen hundred four. Columbus sailed the main. And in nineteen hundred four was Harold the IIarcfoot. slain;