South High School - Tiger Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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CI a s s Boo k. 1904 11 W hy, we’re even represented at that big hotel at the lake. After aimlessly wandering around the country for some time (for her health) Blanche Haverstock was sought out for the position of superintendent—of the dish-washers. Say, Jones, did you know that Earnest Crew was up at the insane asylum? Jones. No; how does that come about? He never studied at school that I know of. Perkins. Xo: it wasn’t that. He worked so industriously down in manual training that they gave him the position of instructor in that department at the school for the feeble-minded. Jones. W ell, what’s become of Jim Bowman, then ? I haven’t heard anything about him. Perkins. He used to study his English lit. I le is one of Crew’s pupils. Jones. So St. Peter took them in ! Perkins. And since the real thing has disappeared, Kixmoeller and Stromme have been faking as the Siamese twins. They are all tied up with ropes, you know. Jones. They were bound to be together, weren’t they? Perkins. You remember how dramatically inclined Myrtle Pendergrass and Alice W inter used to be? Jones. Yes. W hat are they doing now ? Perkins. They are starring in the great melodrama “Pair o’ Dice Lost.” Martin Hovde takes the part of Timid Tim, the villain, in the same play. Jones. I hear that Harry Hoover is proprietor of those new bachelor apartments down on Park. They say that many prominent men are staying there. Perkins. Yes, even W illiam W’ingreene, that gentleman of leisure and model of fashion, has taken up his residence there. Jones. That reminds me. Can you figure out how W illis Xevvton made such a large stake with that enormous appetite of his. They call people who arc always reading, book-worms. I guess lie must have been a grub-worm. Perkins. Folks say that suckers bite on grub-worms. Jones. You remember Bennie Zimmerman—his head of wool always reminded me of a sheep.

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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.

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12 Class Book, 1904 Perkins. You don't say! He is running a baa baa shop now. Jones. That was a busy class. They remind me of bees. Perkins. Oh, that’s so! I was‘going to tell you that two hives of our bees swarmed yesterday. Jones. Did you get the “hives?” Perkins. No. I let the hives bee. Jones. Let’s see what the paper has to say (reads). Society News—I’ll see what the personals say—Hutchinson’s had a scanty supply of coal but let us not worry, a new ton went their way. Perkins. A Newton! Jones (reads). Some people say that the leaves on the trees betoken Spring, but every I Vinter retains some Autumn leaves. Haven’t vou ever heard them Russel? (Door-bell rings. Enter Sarah Punkins and Myrandy Saunders.) Mrs. Saunders. Why, it’s outrageous how much they are charging for postage stamps. Two cents apiece!—and they won’t even give you trading stamps with them. Mrs. Perkins. They’re forever trying to make a fortune off us country folk. Mrs. Saunders. I have a mind not to buy one. It would serve him right. Hut this letter has to go off today—Oh, dear! (they go up to the counter). Perkins. Yes; the weather’s been clearin’ up some lately, but you don’t know when to depend on it. We may get a cold wave on commencement dav. (Door-bell rings. Enter Timothy Paystreak, long reported lost on the trail. Looks around bewildered.) Paystreak. Is this Nimpkin’s cross-corners store? Simpkins. Yes, sir. Is there anything I can do for you? Mrs. Saunders. Wal, land sakes! ef it ain’t Timothy Paystreak who went up to the Klondike! Paystreak. Hello, Myrandy Saunders and Sarah Punkins, and Hiram Jones and Si Perkins. How be ye all? Mrs. Punkins. Well, ef it ain’t Timothy Paystreak himself! How did you get down here? Paystreak. I came down on the sixty-mile limited. It’s the