South High School - Tiger Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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i6 Class Book, 1904 Jones. Oh, the advantage of his height naturally won him Mr. Nelson’s old position. He will greet you with pan and duster. Mrs. Saunders. Who’s heard about Nellie Worthington and Louise Campbell? Paystreak. Ha! They are teaching German to the little Indians at Klukwan. They learned the language so perfectly under Miss Klampe. Mrs. Pint kins.. Blanche Barsc is a demure school-ma’am up in northern Minn. Perkins. Did you know that Marion Springer was married? Chorus. No! Perkins. Yes; she married an old bachelor. Paystreak. How is Alice Bruce faring. Sally. From the number of elegant carriages that stop in front of a certain house on which a neat sign Fashionable Dressmaking” hangs, 1 judge that she and Emma Beckman are very prosperous. Nimpkins. Say! A city book agent was in here and sold me this book. He says it is a compendium of lots of information. You might sec if my eighty-nine cents’ worth is in there. Sally (to John). All right; let’s look at it. Mrs. Punkins. Yes; Miss Harter is going to be married to a young man from Red Wing. Sally (reading). The stars shine bright On a moonless night.” That’s by Lydia Bates. It says she is a good authority on stars. (Turns page, reads.) Mr. Barlow’s wind machine. What is that? Perkins. Haven’t you heard of Mr. Barlow’s wind machine? (All sing—tune “Oh, Dunderbeck.”) O, Barlow, Mister Barlow, how could you he so mean? The microbes and bacteria will never more be seen. They’ll be blown to atoms in Barlow’s wind machine. O, Barlow. Mister Barlow, how could you he so mean?

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Class Book, 1904 15 educated the Eskimos so that they drink kerosene in place of raw oil. Kerosene has such a “refined” taste, don’t you know? Arthur Anderson is up there with him. He was a Methodist minister out on the coast but when Seth came along, went north with his outfit. 1 met quite a few members of old Xaughty-four.” I suppose you would like to hear of them. Mrs. Pun kins. Yes. Tell about them. Paystrcak. Well, first person I met was Arnold Anderson. He is third assistant cabin boy on the “A1 Ki.” plying between Seattle and Skagway. One afternoon when sitting on deck, someone started a funny- graft a-going. These were the words of introduction: “Hun- garian Rhapsody, by Miss Jeannette Gamble of London and Paris, Columbia Record!” Pearl Gunther, Etta Mvrcs and Emma I laker have a prosperous laundry near Sulphur Gulch. They do all of their work with gold dust! One day, up in Circle City, I came across a book by Miss Leah Fligelman, effectually disproving the Darwinian Theory. Everybody reads it up there. Let me tell you a little incident that happened in connection with it. Just as I’d finished a square meal and was leaving the table of a restaurant up there. I overheard one waiter remark to another: “No, he isn't descended from a monkey, he’s descended from a hog. Miss Mabel Hildebrand, the Albino, is traveling with Ring-ling’s circus. She attracts large crowds by her beautiful hair. When I was leaving the boat on my second trip to the states, I met Ruth Banker embarking for the far east. She is a trained nurse and her pleasant face has given courage to many a wounded soldier. Mrs. Saunders. Do you know what has become of Russel McBride? He went up there to hunt for gold. Paystrcak. Last 1 heard of him he was still hunting for it. Peter Ostrand has made quite a little dust. tho. You remember how muscular he was at school—he’s traveling around now, exhibiting as a strong man. Wal, I ain’t heard much news about you people. What’s become of George Johnson ?

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Class Book, 1904 '7 Mrs. Punkins. That reminds me of the old school house. Don’t you love the old school things, tho? (All sing. Tune, '‘Down On the Farm.”) (By Brewer Good sell.) O, I love the dear old school house And the dear old school yard, too, And all the little school things— Each one I'll tell to you: There the small paper wads used to fly, fly, fly, And oft they'd glance on the teacher’s eye. And the tablets large marched in lines of blue While the fire escapes from the windows, too, And the rulers dropped upon the floor In South Side High. O, I love the dear old school house And the dear old school yard, too, And all the little school things, Each one I’ll tell to you: I recall my seat by the small ink well; And the pleasant sound of the recess hell; And the janitor with his brush and broom That awoke every microbe in the room; And the office where I sometimes sat Tn South Side High. O, I love the dear old school house And the dear old school yard, too, And all the little school things— Each one I’ll tell to you: There I studied Dutch till I had a fit And then one day I on English lit. O, ’twas lots of fun saying hie, haec, hoc, As I raked my brain for a brand new joke, And reading books three inches thick, In South Side High. Sally. Oh. here’s all you want to know about your old schoolmates. Shall I read it? Mrs. Punkins. Oh, do! Jones. Yes; go ahead. John. Oh, joy!