South High School - Tiger Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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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:

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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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22 Class Book. 1904 For he hasn’t vet learned what is coming. When his lesson he doesn’t prepare. I say, here’s to those freshmen With many a foolish whim; May their ambition never weaken, Nor their valor ever dim. —Curtain. —Lucy Hutchinson and Eugene Grvgla. !5 9 9 SAYS UNCLE SAM: This warovitch is sad indeed. But then 1 can’t buttinski. Because I fear some one might pull The whiskers of my chin ski. 9 9 9 Dan of frying pan fame (Strange to sav) is still called by the same, For ’tis leap-year ; but the girl is to blame When a merry Mary marries his name. 9 9 9 The Saturday Evening Post says: ’‘Making business of exercise is just about as joyful as making love by mathematics.” Here is a new field. Juniors who are considering evading mathematics had better reconsider. There is always a chance, you know. 9 9 9 ’Tis strange! Yet—’tis true, really true! This doubtsome fact will I tell to you: A girl called Jeannette a cousin doth know Who sits in the hammock at 20 below! 9 9 9 The art of sliding down ice-covered stairs, gracefully and without injury, is now taught by mail. Inquire of Mabel Hildebrand. 9 9 9 Wanted—I would like to know what part of the Civics lesson I am supposed to learn for today.—Lulu Gilkey. . 9 9 9 7:30 is certainlv the art-istic time for calling. 9 9 9 You can’t make a horse drink but vou can lead him to water. —Watts.