South High School - Tiger Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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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;

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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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Class Book, 1904 9 In nineteen hundred four, King Philip won renown And ’twas in the year of nineteen-four that Reuben came to town. Great Alfred burned the cakes in nineteen hundred four; And when the angry dame came back, A1 ducked behind the door. She could not find a flat-iron, so grabbed a cord-wood stick— Rut, as I told you before. Great Alfred was too quick. 'I'lie great year nineteen-four heard Paul Jones name resound. In the same great year a little more of radium was found. We bought Louisiana in the year of nineteen-four; ’Twas the same time that young Georgie made Cornwallis feel so sore. King Solomon went to court in nineteen hundred four. Jones built a house that year, it had a hardwood floor; Noah sailed his Ark in nineteen hundred four. The arc-light came out then, twas never seen before. A great many more I could tell to those who may he waiting around to hear. But pause I must, for a cause that is just—To wipe off a pensive tear. For, in that year, a famous class went out of South High’s door. 'Twas the greatest class, of all the mass—The Class of Nineteen-four. John. Going back to those Shakspere plays again, you remember the scales Shvlock had to weigh out Antonio’s flesh with— Sally. Yes ; what about them ? John. When he was forced to give them up to the state, it was the cause of his downfall. Sally. How do you make that out? John. He lost his balance and could never regain it. John. Speaking of the old times reminds me of home (becoming serious). It reminds me of Mr. Jones, too. I guess I’ll be going. Sally. That's so. Ma will he wanting them stamps and the mail. too. Guess I'll be going. John. Let’s go together, then. Sally. All right. Give me a two-cent stamp. Mr. Ximpkins. (They leave, forgetting the mail, which Ximpkins discovers on the counter—runs to the door).