South High School - Tiger Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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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).

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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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IO Class Boo k, 1904 Simpkins. Sally ! Sally Oatcake!! You've forgot your mail! O. John!-----I'll he denied if I’m going to run after any spring chickens. Xo, sir! I can't spare the time. • My business is too large. (Enter Jones and Perkins, talking.) Jones. Yessir, the hog made quite a find when it rooted up that ’04 sheepskin. All the other hogs were jealous and the billy goat hutted in and wanted to eat it. So we named the hilly goat “Hilly Newton.” Perkins. It’s a well known fact, you know, that a turkey gobbles. Jones. Yes. Perkins. Well, that fact isn’t so well known about the Literary Society but you ought to see them eat fudge. Jones. I know. I’ve seen Westerson eating it! Perkins. You remember the big hill back of the town— Jones. Yes. Perkins. And you remember the clay bank back there? Jones. Yes; what’s the matter with them? Perkins. Well, doesn’t it seem strange to find Clay near the Hill. Jones. Xo: Clay and Hill used to be found together quite often when I went to school. Perkins. I tell you. tho e hogs are proud of their find. It is just like those good old championship foot-ball days to see them root. Jones. Those times were great, weren’t they? Perkins. You are right, they were. Hut what’s become of the senior class of the year we won the championship? Jones. Let’s buy a paper. Maybe we can find out more in there. I heard Harold Winslow, the Seven-Corners newsboy, hollering “all about the hog’s queer find.” ( Buys paper.) Perkins. Hogs are the ones that generally do make the find. That was a great class though—the class that made Minneapolis famous. Old Han McKenna was in that class! He is head of Teamstsers Union Xo. 9 now. Boss Bauer, too. He runs the Eighty-nine-cent Store down on Washington. We have some famous women from that class as well.