South High School - Tiger Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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20 Class Book, 1904 We conquered all the classes— In a ring, we had them set; We took the teachers all by storm. We won all whom we met, For, we were the class of South High, nineteen-four. We’ve conquered French and chemistry, In physics, we were “Cooked.” We’ve tried our hand at German And in English Lit. we’re booked. We’ve Latin grammar up our sleeve And Caesar “on the spot But we struck a Marsh, were deeply mired, Got thru, ain’t that a lot ? Ha! You bet we’re always Johnny on the spot. Chorus. Hurrah, hurray! Just hear the freshmen bray! It sounds just like a donkey— But it’s sophomores eating hay. They all can use Some sugar with a scoop; But it takes the graduates To loop the loop, scoop, loop. All others find they’re left right in the soup. Jones, (to Ximpkins). Has the mail-man come? Nitnpkins. Yes, but you’ll have to wait just a minute till I get the mail sorted. (Dumps the mail on the counter). Here you are, Sally Oatcake, and here’s a letter for Mr. Oatcake. Sam Jones, here you are John. John. Anything for me. Nitnpkins. Nope, just for your boss—Punkins—Saunders —Here's a letter for Si Perkins and a package for Hiram Jones. And here’s a postal for Timothy Paystreak from Dawson. Here, it’s from Jake and he asks if you arrived alright. (Gives out the mail). (All saunter out, talking). Nitnpkins. Well, I’ve had a busy day of it, guess I’ll close up a little early today. (Puts on his coat and starts to go but turns around at the door and becomes aware of the freshmen in the audience).

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Class Book, 1904 19 Sophie Brown, who captained the “U team for two years, lost her heart but don't worry—an old school-mate found it. Brewer Goodsell is traveling with a side show. A remarkably developed bump of knowledge is a peculiarity of the freak. Edna Lindstrom, after leaving school, went back to the old dairy farm to help the folks. Beatrice Gjertsen has joined a serenading troupe. The tin-can chorus is their specialty. Minnie Clausen measures out root-beer at Lake Harriet— “fresh from the roots of the tree. Marv Schanfeld has joined the Salvation Army. Cecilia Brat-ager has proved, by her own example, that women may become great philosophers. Francelle Smith is | osing in the Minneapolis Dry Goods Store window, showing the advantages of a good hair-dye, when properly used. Mary Markev: Have you tried the original “Markcy Chew- ing Candy?” It's great! Alice Enger has become a lion-tamer. As ambassador to Germany, Frank Busch greatly appreciates his thoro ( ?) early training in German. Maybelle Anderson is at her old corner (Sixth and Nicollet) selling violets. After teaching school for a year at Anoka, May Ames was tendered a position out in Kansas which she accepted and—well, you know the rest. “Cow-catcher” Oftedal. as he is now known, has a flourishing ranch down in Texas. Carl Hasselburg has left the modern sciences and gone back to the good old art of blacksmithing at which lie is very successful. Katherine Clifford is following close in the footsteps of Carrie Nation. Blenda Rassmussen and Elizabeth Jones are seen lightly tripping. hand in hand, in America’s greatest painting “The Farm.” And this, is the long and short of your old comrades. Mrs. Punkins. Where was it? John. Yes, where was it ? (All sing. Tune “Hurrah for Baffins Bay.”) Twas in the good class nineteen-four. I never shall forget The times we had behind its door; No one was forced to fret.

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Class Book. 19,04 21 0 O, there are those Freshmen. I came pretty near forgetting you. I just want to tell you a thing or two before I leave. Lest you forget, I say it yet, uneeda little advice. Before starting in on the deep consideration of my subject, I want to tell you that if you’re in trouble, go to the Prof., he will give you help and if you take a study from Cook, you won’t need any help. Now the subject of my advice is ‘‘bluff.” Eat it for your breakfast, play it on the piano, and when the rental agent throws you out, bring it to school. The days of studying are past. It is a useless diversion properly consigned to the dime-museum. Study and be a freak is the modern verdict. So say our great men and—the teachers can’t tell the cliff! By a judicious use of bluff, you get your name on the honor-roll and have time to play marbles on the side. Shakespeare says, in one of his great dramas—I’ve forgotten which one—it is bluff that makes the man: and Shakespeare is a good friend of mine. So bluff freshmen! Bluff, be bluff and get bluffed. Now don’t go in the back door of B room. It’s the wrong directrix and an ounce of prevention is better than a pound from Miss Kerr’s pointer. Take English lit. of Miss Watts for a cinch and remember when you go unprepared to Miss Klampe, you’ve had such a headache. They’ll try to Cook you in two years, freshmen, but don’t worry about the future—you are too green to burn. Now. I’ve got to go. so: Here’s to those merry freshmen, The amusement of the school; To each foolish individual, Tho he makes himself a mule. I thought, when I was a freshman, I’d a senior like to be; But I’ve found out since, it’s better, much, Thru a freshman’s eyes to see. No worry his, no fore-thought, He need not ever care: