South High School - Tiger Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

Text from Pages 1 - 66 of the 1906 volume:

s Thunder! Lighlning! General Mix! i We’re the Class of Ig 6! Here we come, On the run. Jigger! Harr y Nordley PRESIDENT Photo by Stafford $J u b 11 b tj t it g t a f f Tillie Will . . . . Editor Jay Elliot . . Managing Editor Sol Fligblman . Business Mgr. Perry Leonard . Asst. Bus. Mgr. 5 ablr of (Contents South High School...................................... 3 Class Yell........................................... 4 Harry Nordley, Class President..................•...... 5 Committee on Publication............................... 0 Class Poem..................................... 9 and 10 Class Dialogue.................................... 11-23 Scott Modernized.......................................24 Ye Editors’ Explanation................................25 A. B. C. for Freshmen..................................26 Girls’ Basket Ball Team....................... 27 and 28 A Moral for the Sophomores.............................28 Literary and Debating Society................. 29 and 30 Listen, Ye Juniors.....................................30 A Toast to the Girls of 06.............................31 Football Team..........................................32 Football...................................... 33 and 34 Toasts.................................................34 Our Offices and Notables...............................35 Members of the Class of 06....................... 37- 39 Last Will and Testament of the Class of ’06.... 40 and 41 In After Years.........................................42 That’s Right.......................................... 43 An Educational Advice................................. 47 One on You ?.......................................... 51 Want Ads...................................... 54 and 57 Lost and Found........................................ 57 Ever Hear This?....................................... 60 Some Don’t............................................ 61 THE CLASS ANNUAL OF ’06 9 CLASS POEM Should you ask me whence these legends, Whence these stories and traditions, I should answer, I should tell you From the whispering of the south wind From the chirping of the sparrows, From the annals of the South Town, From the records of our High School. On the avenue of cedars, Where the trolley spins along, Near the home of cake and peach-pie, Hear the striking of the gong. Tis the signal for assembling, And the lads and lassies small Hurry quickly, surely onward Toward the great red muse’s hall. And the air is fresh and wholesome And the trees have shed their green. But the color of these freshmen Still, alas, is plainly seen. For, with quiet fear and trembling, With diplomas shining bright, They have come to South Side High School For a four years’ bluff and fight. Now, around the tall red turret Hear the busy whisper fly, Is it amo amas amat? Or perchance plain x and y? O the school is buzzing with them, With their band 200 strong, As thru Scott and pure equations And French verbs they fly along. They were all so bonus bona, In their little Freshmen class; Never skipped—ah, no,—alas, So sedate about the hallwavs. Never saw them slyly reading Webster’s Rhetoric upside down, Guilty conscience never heeding. Sitting out upon the lawn. ¥ 10 THE CLASS ANNUAL OF ’0 0 But their fearful first-year folly Left them soon and studious mien, Soon possessed their childish faces As they strolled across the green. Now they call themselves grave sophomores, Take all knowledge for their stores, Now, they know all South High’s secrets, Even know of Miss Kerr’s doors. Science’s path of arcs and angles, Troubles erstwhile peaceful breasts, While brave Caesar’s fighting legions. Puzzling, throng thru Latin tests. Now the Prof, begins to know them. They’ve abandoned specs and frowns And instead they’re jolly juniors And appreciate their clowns. German, French and grave orations Never trouble e’en their dreams For the fighting years are over And they’re floating down the streams Cooked and roasted, ever jollied, Jollying they glide along, Still pretending, still just bluffing, Ice cream bricks is now their song. But Blue and Gold waves o’er the tower Of that little red school house Into A room seniors wander All as quiet as a mouse; The busy whisper now is silent, Vergil’s charms the tongue doth bind, Spheres and Frustrums with peroxide Settle deep into each mind. For the class of blue and golden For the class of 19-6 Is the class of grave great seniors And to them all knowledge sticks; Hearts are fast together woven .ana by memory’s mystic loom. The golden cloth will soon be finished And hung in auld acquaintance room. But should you ask me whom we envy As we journey toward the styx I should answer I should tell you Just the class of 19-6. Sing ye legions of the South High, Sing your alma mater’s praise. But remember, oh remember We are they of olden days. T. W. THE CLASS A X X U A L OF ’06 11 GHass Itahuutr As Things Might Be Dramatic {Irranuar Ed. Clark.........................Me phis to Perry Leonard .... Central High Dude Belle Wolpy . . . Imp Attendant on Mephisto Florence Foster..................Fortune Tel (Club fflrmbrra Harry Kebbbll Frank Lawler Lars Rand Nellie Erb Harry Nordlby Esther Carlson Benj. Pecabb, Rainy Foot Tillie Will Sol Fligelman, a Doctor Idah Grey Jay Elliot Virginia Slover Jake Lampert, Chauffeur Bertha Sanford Suriirttif (Stria Martha Brinsmaid Charbbttb Kimmerbe Marie Lidma May.me Bailey Scene—Hades, Club Room of Shades, Haunts, Shadows Time—1936. 12 THE CLASS ANNUAL OF 06 SCENE Shades’ Haunts and Shadows’ Club Rooms. Harry Kittell m sits reading. Enter Perry Leonard as Central boy. Perry—By jinks! what a bang-up joint this is! First decent dump I’ve bumped into since I got chucked off the earth yelling. “South High’s on the bum !’ ’ Play me a game of dominoes? Kittell—(jumping up and grabbing his throat) No! I’ll not! This is the Shades, Haunts and Shadows’ Club of 00. I’ll have you know! See? Skidoo! Go down to the boilers where you can light your cigarette. Greer’s waiting for all you chappies down west of the great coal beds. Clear out, now, you Central dude! Leonard—(bowing mockingly) Ah ! pardon me. Are you his majesty? Kittell—No; but I am his special photograph agent. Vamoose! I say. Leonard—Why, certainly; sorry to have troubled you. See you later likely, your highness. (Exit.) Kittell—(grinning) Don’t worry; Central’s quarters are a trifle too near the Stygian equator for us. (Enter Nellie Erb.) Nellie—For de land’s sakes, honey, what’s that? Kittell—(burying his face in paper) Those Central dudes needn’t think they can run this place as long as I’m boss of this ward. I sent him down where he can see a practical illustration of how his majesty applies the laws of ebulition. Beastly dull here; almost as bad as civics classes. Nellie—Oh say! I saw Westerson the other day when 1 went down the Orcus to sell some of that new soap—don’t chap, roughen or redden the hands; makes the skin soft, smooth, white and as free from pimples and freckles as a baby’s. Perry Leonard’s manufacturing it. I’ll bring you some some day. Well, as I was saying. I met Westerson when I was canvassing. He caused Baron Munchausen and a few other joke writers contemporaneous with Methuselah to bring a suit of plagiarism against him. He vowed he’d never stolen anything but green apples and jam from his mother’s pantry, but a jury, composed of whispering zero getters from his civics classes found him guilty, and he was sentenced to staring an owl out of countenance six months a year for sixty years. He’s grown so portly and Hadesified I wouldn’t have known him if he hadn’t raised his eyebrows at me. (Enter Lars Rand; the group exchange greetings.) Nellie—Oh boys, listen to this clipping from the “Black and Orange Gazette”!— There was a young fellow named Rand, And he had considerable sand. When he went out to walk, He did nothing but talk— And Hazel thought she’d like him canned. THE CLASS ANNUAL OF ’OU 13 (Rand looks sulky.) But never mind, boys, Hazel’s “rich-ley” blessed after all; isn’t she, Lars? Rand (sternly)—See here, Nellie Erb ! Mephisto wants you down at the Styx Harbor to give Cerebrus his daily airing. If you don’t go right away he’s going to send the chief of his imps after you, and I tell you what, that’s no fun! Nellie — Oh dear! the horrid thine! (Exit.) Kittel—Well, old chap, what’s the news? Rand—Nothing much; Piatt’s just arrived. He died in St. Peter, raving over a combination of football and love affair. Hasn’t recovered yet. (Great noise outside; Piatt rushes in and bows down before the image.) Piatt— Thou god of great athletic frame. Thou Hercules of world-wide fame, Thou god of football brave, I pray thee now. Oh mighty one, My happiness to save! My heart is big, my shoulders wide; My football hair, twas e’er my pride; My grace—ah! sad to say— They call me clumsy, awkward, too; I’m like a lion at play. I called upon a maiden sweet ; She was so slight, so small, so neat; I called upon her much, But, ah! the woe, she bade me go! I stepped upon her feet! But thou. Oh god! whose mighty power Hath helped me through each doubtful hour, And even English Lit., I pray thee, make this maid relent— For thou with girls are it! Kittel—Oh, come off! Piatt; his scarlet majesty won’t stand any of that, you know. Rand—Oh, choke it, Ben. You’ll get used to seeing the other fellow march off with your girl. 1 did. And Haz that is, she was the best girl in forty townships! Piatt (heedless)—Oh, ye gods! it doth amaze me! Oh kindly spirits of hades, earth and Elysium ! Oh shades of Miss Kerr and-Chaucer! aid me in this distress! (Enter Sol Fligelman, with doctor’s valise.) Fligelman—Ah! a patient! Victim of revised football rules, is he? Oh, Piatt, really haven’t thought of him for some time. Been too busy fixing up North and Central stars who have arrived quite suddenly. South High’s doing something in athletics now. And, by the by, Carl Ott is still there, I hear. 14 THE CLASS ANNUAL OF 06 Rand—Poor Piatt! His girl fixed him just about as Central used to. It broke his heart; and now he’s praying to the old South High Spirit of ’06. You’d better fix him up a bit. Fligelman (looking grave, puts on specs and makes cabalistic motions over astonished Piatt) — Thou hero of that ancient field, Just listen to my lay; Mephisto, he doth love such men, Such football heroes gay. He likes them cooked or roasted; He likes them done quite brown— So let him never see you ‘Till you’ve lived your record down. (Exit Piatt; enter Harry Nordlev, Tillie Will and Esther Carlson.) Nordley—Well, Tillie, what shall I do about it? The fellows want me as Chief-High-Speech-Maker, and I shall have to appoint committees, and I can’t----- Esther—Of course you can! Didn’t Perry Leonard do it? Even Louis Spiegel is doing excellent work as president of an English business college, where all literary and business instruction is instilled in your brains in six weeks—at three hours per week. Tillie—Oh, shucks! Give it up. The very idea of your thinking you could do such a thing as being president of an association of which I am not a member, is preposterous! Who is there to protest against unqualified members, bad measures, etc. ? Of course you can’t! I protest in the name of the organization, the populace, good government, and the honor of Mephisto—in the name of everything, and my advice as a thoroughly competent, logical and first judge, is “Go home! Politics is not for you!’’ Nordley (sorrowfully)—Well, I’ll see. Esther (consolingly) — Never mind, Harry; just keep it up. You know, you really do know how to pass a measure and dismiss a meeting all by yourself. Some day you’ll .know all the Roberts’ rules of order just as Perry Leonard does. (Exit Nordley.) Rand—Oh, I say, Esther, have you received a letter from George Johnson since he went down to Ignesurbs to be chief of police? Esther—Oh, yes; I’ve heard from him. His recommendations from Harry Nordley were excellent. He succeeded in capturing a loose idea of Euclid’s, which was doing damage in a club to which Jay Elliot, the Jevne boys and Virginia Slover belong. Sol (grinning)—Speaking of angels, etc., here she comes’ Haven’t seen her for ages. (Enter Virginia.) Virginia—Oh, boys, I’ve just had the jolliest haunting trip! But Arthur Reum just monopolized my attentions! I did get time to see Hazel Trevette Richley, though, Lars. She keeps a seminary for the social instruction of young men. THE CLASS ANNUAL OF ’0(5 15 Full course given in three years. These haunting tours aresuch fun! (Sinks into a chair with much ado.) Rand—Oh, pickles! How about Arthur? Kittel—Yes, tell the news. Is Arthur still acting as Mr. Beatrice Fairfax? Thought he couldn’t get along without you? You certainly did make a hit in that line. Virginia—Yes, we did. Clyde Richley took our advice and won Hazel. Ethel Broadbent, who once encouraged a certain Jay Elliot, after we told her to beware of his fickle fault-finding, settled down in a house of her own, made her own furniture, and lives in solitary bliss with two canaries, a parrot, four cats and a teakettle. I called on her and she wasn’t a bit afraid. Rand—But tell us about Arthur! Esther—Yes, do! Virginia— Oh, well! I actually found him changing the place of my portrait on the piano. I started to scold him about it, but he has acquired such celerity in speaking!— You know, lie’s done a little insurance soliciting since I left— It took him so long to say good evening that the sun rose and 1 had to leave. In that way, and in guarding my picture, I spent most of my time. I must report to Mephisto, now. Good bye. (Exit.) All—Good bye. (Enter Jay Elliot.) Elliot — Hear ye! Hear ye! Hear ye! The Sorority Girls are coming! (Fligelman. Kittell, Elliot and Rand sing. Enter girls in classic robes, with pennants. Song.) SORORITY SONG (Lohengrin Wedding March) Sol, Lars, Jay and Harry sing: Hail to the girls, Honored by all, Come they to greet us, Summoned at our call. Greek sisters they, Famed far and wide. Alpha and Beta, They stand side by side. Mayme, Martha, Marie and Charlotte enter, singing: Fresh from the shrines Of Hades’ queen Come we to join Our classmates serene. Greek sisters we, Famed far and wide; Alpha and Beta, We stand side by side. 1G THE CLASS A NNUAL OF ’00 (Music changes to “Yankee Doodle.’’) Girls: I. We went through Virgil like a flash, A-riding on a pony; We took some French and struck it slick, By the system of Marconi. Refrain: (Martha and Charlotte)— We’re the Alpha Sigma girls, Wear our classic dresses. (Mayme and Marie)—“ We re the Beta Kappa Phi, Now could you ever guess it? II. The boys they thought we were all right. As likewise did our teachers; We’ve found in Hades just our place. Among its novel features. Refrain. III. For here we sit beside the throne, In great Mephisto’s court-room, And help initiate the folk. In the mysteries of the ghost’s tomb. Refrain: IV. We pull the strings of queenly power Our knowledge is so mighty, For we’re the Grecian sisters dear, Who take all things so lightly. Refrain: Rand Well, girls, what’s the latest news from Mephisto’s court room? Marie The greatest ever! His majesty has decided to build a roller skating rink, and he’s going to make Martha chief instructress. She claims to be able to show them how to stand and keep them from falling, if they don’t know how to skate. (Boys shout with laughter.) Charlotte—And Mayme Bailey is to hunt up boys and invite them to the rink. Elliot—Oh, gee! that’s swell! There’ll be great skating with that combination! I 'm going out to get my skates oiled. (Exit.) Martha—Oh, pshaw! I have a lot more important news than that. Its about some old South High people. All (crowding about)—Let’s hear it! Martha—Well, Harry Hildebrand arrived the other day. He had been giving lectures on ‘ How I Got my Golden Hair” —but when it faded, he died of grief. Now he’s Hades’ greatest literary dictator. Today Miss Watts dared to criticise his work, and Mephisto sentenced her to six months captivity in a school room, where she writhes in chains while THE CLASS ANNUAL OF ’00 17 a number of imps scatter small bits of paper which she is unable to pick up. (Exclamations of horror from all. Enter excitedly, Bertha Sanford and Frank Lawler.) Both—Oh! has anybody here red hair? Chorus—No! Why? What’s up? Bertha (turning to Frank with a gesture of despair) — What shall we do? We’ve got to have more fire under the boilers, and where shall we get the fuel? Chorus—Tell us what this fuss is about! Lawler—Ralph Douglas and Sivert Fjermstad went into the coal business together and got from King Frederick Coaker, of Esperanto, a monopoly of the whole supply; so none can be mined, either on earth, Mars or in Hades, without their permission; and that they won’t give. I am keeper of the coal store, since my earthly habit of dealing minerals, particularly lead pencils, so eminently fitted me for that position. Bertha—And now, since the supply has given out, Oscar Wilson has just arrived. He has been starring in Rip Van Winkle, and they say that even Joe Jefferson couldn’t do the twenty years’ nap better than he. Altogether, he’s been so sleepy since the fall of ’05 that Mephisto is desirous of jarring him up somewhat. Fligelman—Ah! now 1 remember! He fell asleep afterthat East-South talking match. And Mephisto has ordered Elta Lenart and the rest of that bunch, Ingrid Gustafson, Clayton Griswold, Harold Noreen and even Phoebe Warner—that collection whose heads, both in and out. were bright—to heat the oven and wake Oscar up! Kittell Well, Lawler, I’ll go with you. I think I can find what you want. Arthur Swanson in his brilliant chemical experiments has found substance which will change iron to gold or coal; and since George Reynolds has controlled the iron market he’s been feeling gracious to Mephisto. I’ll find Art for you. (Exeunt Kittell and Lawler.) Bertha (looking after them) — Well, there goes a good couple. Frank has a lot of pencil sharpening energy and Harry Kittell is a first-class agent. He even went into the bill-posting business and, with the help of Elta Lenart, made a fortune at it. It was he who made Ed Johnson and Harold Noreen quite as famous tailors as Harry Mitchell. Martha—Isn’t it strange how things turn out? Now I never would have expected it, but Nevada Evans, after wavering undecidedly between great numbers of Eastern suitors, rejected them all and married Oklahoma Bill. They have settled in Wyoming and are the representative couple of the west. Charlotte—Yes. I heard from Mephisto the other day that Myrtle Stenning and Edna Lampert had graduated from a school of domestic art in 1910. Now they own a very popular sandwich wagon which brings them great profit. Rand—Listen to this attraction at the New York Majestic Theatre. (Reads) Morris Skordrud presents Dagmar John- 18 THE CLASS ANNUAL OF ’06 son and Lillian Nordell in a howling comedy, ' He Laughs Best Who Laughs all the Time.” (All smile reminiscently. Enter precipitately, Jake Lampert.) Lampert—Well, well! So glad to see you all! Been wanting to come for some time. Edna s sandwich wagon was a dreadful bore, and then, I got rather tired acting as chauffeur to Edward Enger’s automobiles. Since Ed’s been King Coaker’s dancing master lie’s kept me mighty busy. (Enter imp, with sharp-pronged fork.) Imp—Here, you ! Come away ! The keeper of the door way, Miss Kerr, demands your presence. You came in at the wrong entrance. (Exeunt Imp and Jake.) Tillie—Ah ! that reminds me ! I have a committee meeting with Mephisto, Clarence Oberg and Emily Hafstad. Clarence has such training as minister to England that he’s now Satan’s Chief Councillor. Emily joined an anarchistic association in Russia and was sent to Siberia. She escaped and led a revolution in South America. She was killed there and is now dictator of policies to Mephisto. (Exit Tillie.) May me—I must go, too. Peryl Johnson will be waiting for me. We have started a name bureau which fills a long needed want. Names Latinized, modernized, euphoni-fied, Frenchified and extra-letterized at reasonable rates. Tillie Will’s going to be one of our customers. (Exit.) Rand —Why was Beth filled with (re)Morse? Charlotte—That’s easy. Because Elliot’s a Jay. Marie—Oh, say! You know Lillian Flaten arrived some months ago and started a new sorority. Even the board of education is its firm friend. She is going to give an affair for Mae Thornton, who saved nine children from drowning in the Styx. We re all very proud of her, and I’m going to be there. (Looks at watch.) I must go now, but I’ll see you all again. (Exit.) Elliot (entering)—Good evening. I’ve just met a lot of the fellows and, as lord-high-knocker to his Satanic majesty, I can’t miss the chance of knocking a few. Mephisto just received a petition from “Pius Aeneas” which sets forth the brilliant, kindly virtues of Miss Friedlander, and the horrible torture she endured on earth; so he is sending her to the Blessful Islands, where a loud voiced, attentive Virgil class will make life a heaven. Fligelman—Oh, have you heard Ed Clark took such a dislike to German that he’s married a French girl? Martha—A marconigram from Esther Apelt who, because of her fondness for saying “hello” to people, is central on a big telephone exchange owned by Elsie and Howard Williams, says that Frances F'erguson and Anna Kramer are matrons of a children’s home, and Lizzie Aase is a botany teacher in a great eastern college. Bertha—I hear Signe Holmboe has won world-wide fame by discovering a chemical compound which will produce an extra foot of height in a single night. She is now preparing Hattie Robertson and Matie Crogan for exhibition T HE CLASS A N N UAL OF C) 6 19 as giantesses. Clara Kjelsberg married Ingvald Koeltrud and they are now professors in a mathematical school. Marie Lundeen is their chief assistant. She spent ten years studying every known form of mathematics, and was lecturing on the impossibility of reaching the moon by telegraphy, when Loretta Lindscog invented a system of communication which disproved Marie’s theories. Since then she has been with the Koettrud’s. (Enter Imp.) Imp—Is Martha Brinsmaid here? Come; it has reached the ears of Satan that you spent too much time on earth at Velma Kluge s fashionable modiste establishment. You must answer. Vanity is a great sin in a throne garden. Esther Oh, Martha! It isn’t true! Mephisto Imp—Come, Miss Carlson, you are talking treason, and besides, you smile too sweetly. Come at once. (Exeunt Martha, Esther and the Imp.) Elliot—I say, that’s a shame! Gee! here’s Jake again! Lampert (entering)—Well, I got in at the right door this time. I'm just boiling over with news. Bertha—Tell us about it. When 1 was on earth I went to see Myra Fall and Josie Weber in a vaudeville dance. I tried to smuggle into hades some of Ethel Crittenden’s face cream, guaranteed to make the complexion as lovely as her own, and got caught. I have been here ever since. What’s the news? Lampert—Jessie Stearns hasbecome a member of a professional pin committee, guaranteed to provide pins for all classes without exorbitant price, and Mabel Linder has but recently completed her exploration of the Thibetian plateau. Charlotte—Did you hear that Myrtle Anderson was a professional writer of love letters and Jay Elliot used to deliver them for her before he came to us? I fancy he hasn’t told you. Elliot—That’s all right, Charlotte; you and Frances Hurlburt used to deliver mighty fine speeches as club women, even better than the woman suffrage lectures by Effie Brikheimer and Martha Blegen at Chautauqua. Lampert—Grace Law, after scoring many victories in basket ball, married a young lawyer who was attracted by her name. Mabel Limond is doing excellent work on a New York newspaper. Her senior year training at South High developed wonderful literary talents. (Enter Martha Brinsmaid and Florence Foster.) Martha—Here’s Florence Foster, the age’s greatest seer, whom ye do all remember. She’s just come, and can tell you about any of the absent classmates since this is the twenty-fifth anniversary of our club’s foundation. Rand—Well, well, Florence! tell us what become of Arthur Chase. Florence—He is taking Professor Ozias’ place. 20 THE CLASS ANNUAL OF '06 Martha— The prof, did never like the race, His pupils loved an easy case. His teachers liked a certain Grace, His daughter really liked A. Chase. Fligelman — But what about our teachers? (All laugh.) Florence—Presto, chango, singo. All—(Song.) IN 19-30-6 It’s nineteen-thirty-six. I see all my teachers here. Say, isn’t it all a dream? Professor Ozias is just paying our hack fare. Say, this must be all a dream! There’s Miss McDermid hearing brilliant recitations from A class on Monday, all in spite of Sundy’s peace-and calm. For seven days Miss Watts, now pastor, pours out healing balm. O, say, isn’t this all a dream? Chorus: O, say, isn’t this all a dream? O, say, can things be as they seem? There sits Miss Klampe, now the Pope infallible is she. Still Mrs. Buckman’s teaching I shall, you and he will be. O, say, isn’t it all a dream? O, say, isn’t it all a dream? II. Miss Kerr’s made classes learn. How’d she do it? Theorized. Say, isn’t it all a dream? Mister Westerson’s eyebrows have at last been paralyzed Say, this must all be a dream ! Monsieurde Bussieres still strives along with might and main, To make French idioms and speech to everyone quite plain; While all honor the champion of the Junior ball, Miss Swane. O, say, isn’t this all a dream? Chorus: O, say, isn’t this all a dream? O, say, can things be as they seem? Poor Miss Friedlander is quite deaf, she’s strained her hearing so; And Mr. Cook has cooked his goose and joined us down below. O, say, isn’t it all a dream? O, say, isn’t it all a dream? THE CLASS A N X U A L OF ’06 21 Fligelman—Well, well! who would have thought it! Mary Morris and Margaret Gunderson have collaborated to produce the greatest American novel! Florence—Walter Stenvig has written a grand opera and composed the music. It is wonderful. Lampert—By the way, Esther Olsen, Esther Mansfield and Esther Anderson are traveling asthetrio on finance, and have been received in all the courts of Europe. Africa and Asia. Florence (in a trance)—Ah! the vision! Mabel Carlson in one of Velma Kluge’s creations, comes forth, the belle of the ball. Olga Dahl is in the White House, a hostess tonight—oh! splendor incomparable! Even Elta Lenart's hair can’t beat it. Bertha—Would that I were there! Florence—Lo! she comes forth! John Bathurst, resplendent in gold-braided livery, drives her carriage. The moon shines, and—oh! strange sight! there on its silvery surface see I, Cora Seamans who made a baloon ascension several years ago and has not been heard of since. There she reigns, as Queen of the Lunites. Katherine Stranahan, in England, holds the king and queen and all the nation in silence as she makes Westminster ring with softest music. And now. Ruby Rood, with gentle touch, lulls the ocean to rest with her latest lullaby. Martha—Ah! the glory! But where is Marion, sweet Marion Foster? Lampert—Marion wedded a French count and is now the most popular lady in France. Elsie Nelson has rented a cottage on the Alps and is writing poetry on nature, while a dozen or more young men in the valleys are rhapsodizing on “Eves, the windows of the soul. V w Rand—Alas! ’twas ever thus! Charlotte—I hear that George Gamble and Oscar Olstad are keeping a bachelors’ establishment. Oscar does the cooking and George pays the rent. In lighter moments the latter writes poetry on “Waiting at the Gate, and the former is a great preacher. They couldn’t marry and live together, you see. Martha—Oh! here’s Ida Grey! She’s the counsel for the Jewish race. Shvlock was so delighted with her defense that he got her the position. Even Florence Slater and Mabel Moberg have won no more fame in writing formal essays than she, as a lawyer. Ida (entering)—I’ve heard the finest thing about Mary Langon and Grace Parsons. They married English brothers, and now Grace leads a symphony club and Mary is England’s greatest botanist. Isn’t that fine? Rand—This paper says that Marie Lidman is teaching men how to propose by letter. Lillian Blomgren has joined her with a department in how to look beautiful and sit up straight—what 0(5 girls can’t do! They ought to make a success of it. THE CLASS ANNUAL OF ’0 6 Ida—And John Nordberg, who didn’t like a strenuous life, was elected vice-president, and hasn’t been heard of since. Mayme (entering)—Ho! everybody! listen! Gertrude Swinburne has just furnished the prettiest little place in the lake district. She and Josephine Braa are studying Virgil together. Cicero claims that they are the best authorities on the classics. Florence—Mary Schwartz and Minnie Sandberg have taken the places of Miss Kerr and Miss Friedlander at South High. Its hard to say whether the old or the new regime is more popular. Martha—They don’t teach French and German any more at South High. Miss Klampe and Mr. DeBussieres made the two so beloved that the present generation have spoken them from the cradle. Lampert If you’d give a fellow a chance to speak I ’d tell you about Hannah Lajord and Emma Gilbertson. They're both in the United States Congress this term, advocating airship rate regulation. Elliot—What! I had a ride in that new two hundred miles an hour airship that Mary Johnson invented. It made the air literally blow through me. Ida—Gracious! That experience is almost as bad as Arnold Larson’s experience. He went sailing in a submarine boat and the water soaked through and through him. He’s now on exhibit as a human sponge. (Great noise outside. Enter Mephisto and Imp.) Mephisto—Booh! (shivering) this marconigram says Millie Johnson has just found the north pole. One could always have a hot time in South High, so I came here to get warmed up. Ah! my servant! (Florence bows) make this bunch sing. (Florence mumbles. All stand stupefied.) Florence—On this merry day of May, nineteen six and thirty, sing! Ein, zwei, drei! sing! sing! CLASS SONG Come along and get you ready, Wear your graduation gown; For there’s going to be some doings In that great South High School town, Where each boy’s got some wisdom And each girl has got some brains. And e’en the foolish freshmens’ necks Are not as long as those of cranes. THE CLASS ANNUAL OF 00 23 Sing, O sing, for here’s the year of all; Sing, O sing, to beat the Junior Ball. And when you see the Seniors, Just shout and say, Oh joy, They were seniors of great 19-6— Yes, truly. We’re the class, the class of 19-6; We re the class that’s first on e’en the Styx. And when you see us once, Just say a precious mix, They are the Seniors of South High, 06. Sure you know our mighty powers; Yes, you've heard of our great fame. We’re the class whose every member Is sure bound to make a name. And our teachers, they will tell you That we’ve not a single dunce; For, like brave and fighting Caesar. We could do ten things at once. Refrain — So we learned our lessons daily, And we had some jolly times. And the faculty all loved us— That was worst of all our crimes. And we danced and went on picnics— But we knew our Latin rules. Yes, we’re the best off seniors, In South High, the best of schools. Refrain— t So, O friends, tho South High 06 be far away And eyes grow dim and our hair is scant and gray; Then we will sing once more, For ye happy olden days When we were Seniors and wore blue and gold Mephisto—Grand! Now the day breaks; peace and excitement be with you all till we meet again. (Curtain) 24 THE CLASS A X X U A L ’0 6 O F SCOTT MODERNIZED Breathes there a man with soul so dead. Who never to himself has said, “I guess I’ll just skip school today,” Who while in classes ne’er hath yearned To foreget all he’d ever learned And stay out doors in sunny May? If such there breathe, go mark him well. For him no pleasant raptures swell. He takes his seat in English Lit. Recites his lesson, every bit. From Chaucer, Shakespeare, Milton, Scott, Until the atmosphere gets hot, In Virgil he is on the verge Of knowing every Latin word. Its origin, its use, its case, He spiels it off with shameless face. In history the class all hist While he goes flying down the list From Norman Bill to San Juan Hill Until you wish he’d take a pill. He knows his German and his French; He needs no book beneath the bench. In chemistry, with unaffected grace, His looks adorn the venerable place. Rules from his lips prevail with double sway. And those who know it not begin to pray That he’ll recite all they don’t know, And on the easy parts give them a show. Now, you ask, who’s this great phenom? Is his name Charlie, Dick, or Tom? I do not know, I cannot say, I’m sure of this much anyway, It is not I, nor does he mix With the dear old class of Nineteen-Six. —Harry Kittell. THE CLASS A N N U A L OF ’06 25 YE EDITORS’ EXPLANATION N RESPONSE to a demand, a loud and thundering demand for the “Class of ’06“ to appear in print, we, the editors, launch this, our attempt, upon the troubled seas of literary merit and contemporary criticism. Certain set principles, fixed by the Fates, in the early ages of the whining school-boy, we suspect, and subsequently sanctioned, since the days of Demosthenes, by every class, senior or otherwise, that has dared to submit to cold type and glaring publicity, its inmost thots and most solemn secrets; certain set principles, we sav, demand that such a chronicle as we now intrust to the gentle treatment of our coldly sympathetic victims must contain a class poem, a class will, a class history, a class prophecy and perchance a few class jokes. Altho we have a will, yet we cannot, nay, considering the lands thru which we have gone in the course of preparation for this volume, we dare not ignore such worthy precedent and here you find recorded to the best of our prose and poetical ability all these necessary requisites of a truly classical and eminently successful class annual. We beg you to remember when an impulse and a few stray words that have slipped in between these covers leads you to clench your metaphorical fists at us, that “he who laughs last laughs best” and that it was all well spoken and must be well taken, according to some ancient doctor’s prescription. And now, lest we forget, we thank all of our friends who have so kindly and trustfully aided us in the enterprise ; we remember with special gratitude our advertisers. (May they never regret their patronage.) We ask forgiveness from all whom it may concern; and with shaking knees, quivering pen and a queer, undiagnosible palpitation of the heart, we submit this tome to thee. Be thou gentle with it, we pray. The Editors. 26 THE CLASS A N X U A L 0 6 O F ABC FOR FRESHMEN A is for Ardence, a quality found In freshmen and others quite as unsound. B is for Brains, brimming over with knowledge; You think you know more than a man just from college. C is for Carefulness, loaded with which You fear being found asleep at the switch. D is for Digging in books you’d best wave; Or, the first thing you know, they’ll be digging your grave. E is for Easy. You do all they say, You’ll die of brain-soft’ning some not distant day. F is for Freshmen; remember you’re it; The nerve of you all almost gives me a fit. G is for Goodness and Greenness and Gawk. To see you are these takes no eye of a hawk. Let us stop here and say, with hearty good will. We wish you success in your climb up the hill; For, though, like Macaulay, we patronize those Whom we see trying hard to improve on our prose. We, also, in truth to the justice we own, Must admit that we’re not like the Pope on his throne; But just human beings, no more and no less. And, as such, we all wish you the height of success. THE CLASS ANNUAL OF ’06 27 GIRLS’ BASKET BALL TEAM FTER one of the most successful seasons in South High Basket Ball history, the girls' quintet brought the season to a fitting close with a banquet to their coach, Miss Frank. A most enjoyable evening was spent and there were many clever responses to the toastmistress. The season opened the last of October with about thirty girls out to practice, confident that Miss Frank would bring Girls Basket Hall Team out the best team possible. Altho the majority of the girls knew nothing whatever of the game, under the able tutelage of their coach, they soon were able to make a creditable showing. The girls went immediately into training and practiced twice a week at the Y. W. C. A. gymnasium. After two months’ strenuous training the first team was chosen, consisting of Myrtle Anderson and Nellie Loberg, forwards, Signe Larson, center, and Myrtle Stenning and Grace Law, guards. Miss Law was chosen captain and under her able leadership the girls learned to play together very well. On January 22, the team was defeated by the crack University five. But altho the score was large, the girls were 28 THE CLASS A X N UAL O F 0 G not discouraged (?). The game showed lack of speed and experience. Saturday evening, February 19, at the Y. W. C. A. Building the Orange and Black were led into camp 33 to 10 by the girls of the Central High. The game was fast, but the teamwork of those opposing and their surpassing strength told in their favor. The game was somewhat rough, as the invaders were liable to violate Basket Ball rules in order to make their points. The persistent work of the coach, who will be ably assisted by Nellie Loberg, next year’s captain, we hope will greatly aid in the better development of the team of “ 07.” Howard Williams. A MORAL FOR SOPHOMORES There was a silly sophomore. Who thought he knew enough. He said: “ I’ll cut out study And try my luck at bluff. The FYeshmen are so foolish; They study night and day ; The jolly Juniors stumble As they dance along the way. The Seniors look so solemn. Their teachers they deceive. But 1 know all, and study Is foolish, I perceive.” And so that silly sophomore Played basket ball instead. He never looked at Caesar— Quoth he: “Is he not dead?” The hours thus-glided by, They went on golden wings And slowly teacher’s note-books Blossomed with round rings. And now the silly sophomore, In deep despair has sunk; The cruel reports now whisper, “Another case of flunk.” T H E C I- A S S A X X U A L O F 0 (3 29 Literary and Debating Society HE Literary and Debating Society of South High began its work at the opening of school in September with Edwin Me Keen as president, Ruth Rheburg, secretary, and Professor Ozias, treasurer. For a time there were regular weekly meetings, in which the subject under discussion was the question proposed by the High School Debating League. About Thanksgiving a special debate was held for the purpose of choosing a team to represent the school. Six of the teachers acted as judges and six of the participants were chosen to enter the final contest. In this contest, held in early December, Tillie Will. 06; Virginia Slover, 00; Richard Groetum. 07, with Edwin McKeen, ’07, as substitute, were selected to represent the school in interscholastic debates. After the team had been chosen the society proceeded with its meetings, debating upon various subjects. Besides this feature, interesting declamations, extemporaneous speeches, essays, orations and musical numbers served to vary and render the programs entertaining. The new term opened with Harry Kittell as president Tillie Will,. vice-president; Eta Lenart, secretary, and Professor Ozias. treasurer. On January twelfth, a league debate was held with East High in their auditorium. South High won the affirmative, receiving a unanimous decision. On February 2d a debate with Central High took place in the same hall, and Central was victorious. Mr. Westerson acted as coach for the debating team and as general guardian and chaperon of the society. Altho the attendance has always been large and enthusiastic the meetings have been better than ever this year. The weekly programs have been well attended. The number of supporters of the Orange and Black at the interscholastic debates has been greater than in previous years and the membership is nearly one hundred. The annual Oratorical and Declamatory Contest, held Friday evening. May eighteenth, was a decided success and prizes in declamation were awarded to Virginia Slover and Lourain Foure while Richard Greottum and Ralph Parker carried off the honors in oration. 30 THE CLASS AN X U A L O F ’00 Altho the debating team suffered defeat early in the season the Literary and Debating Society of South High has had one of the most successful years on record and the large percentage of under-class men who have participated in its meetings leads us to believe that a new year of greater activity and accomplishments is before it. LISTEN, YE JUNIORS O, hear, ye jolly Juniors, Just listen to my lay. For Seniors know more in an hour Than you can know all day. We know it’s well-nigh useless To waste our precious space. But, then, we full realize The urgency of the case. The name of South High Seniors Has grown to us so dear. We’ve made it shine so brightly. We want to keep it clear. The course of time rolls onward, To higher fields we go; ’Tis only this necessity That gives you any show. We ask you now to heed us, Because we love the place. Be careful when you’re seniors And keep a solemn face. No whispering in A Room— That is our rigid rule. For the records of past Seniors And the glory of the school. We know you are not pretty. We know your brows are low. We know your hats are ugly, And your noses no just so. So, do not leave a picture To hang upon the wall. ’Twere as bad as saying “pickles,” And it would not do at all. Be gentle with the teachers, And treat the Freshmen well. Make under-class men realize That you're the high school swell. Now, if all this you follow, And listen to our rules. And imitate our pretty ways, You won’t be foolish fools. T H E CLASS A X X U A L O F ’0 0 .31 A Toast to the Girls of ’06 O WRITE of the girls of 0(5, the pen should be dipped in the humid colors of the rainbow, and the paper dried with the dust from the wings of the butterfly. But as I have done neither, I am incapable of properly toasting the pillars of that mighty class. Milton says, “With woman, sin came into the world,” but had that woman been of the type of the girl of 06, undoubtedly we’d still be living in paradise today. Had Eve played basket-ball or been socially occupied in one of the sororities, she would have had no time for serpents and forbidden fruit. Above all, had Eve been a member of the debating league, she could have argued with Satan the advisability-of eating that apple, as well as the best system of nomination was argued on the memorable night at the East High Auditorium. Then here’s to the girls of ’06; may they make history, and be to the world what they have been to their class. Bertha Sanford. Football Club THE CLASS A X X UAL O F 0 6 33 FOOTBALL c..... L. G... L. T.. L. E.. Q.... TOOK a strong interest in the football end of athletics. The team did not secure first place, but nevertheless • it made for itself a record that gave honor to the school and to the class. Considering that almost all the players were playing on a high school team for the first time, and that previous to that time there had been no football team since “03,” “06” and the entire school together with the south side people may well be proud of their boys, who (although every player was greatly outweighed by his opponent) went into every contest with a determination to win credit, if not the game. The team was managed by an “06” classman, Paul Solem, who also played quarterback. The entire lineup included: R. E..................................H. Gunderson R. T............................Johnson, Zahner R. G..... .... Piatt ........................Wethal, Flagstad ..................................Zalusky .................................Dalquist ..................................Hedding ....................................Solem R. H........................................Holmestrom L. H............................................. Rose F.........................................W. Gunderson Of the entire team there were six players who were members of the “06” class and the January class preceding, who were in a way affiliated with “06”. On Nov. 10, the teams played Central High at Nicollet Park, in the presence of about 1,500 spectators. Owing to a mishap of one of the players Central received a big advantage and succeeded in 34 THE CLASS A N N U A L O F ’ 0 0 defeating our boys 18 to 0. But the style of football our boys played astonished and received the admiration of every spectator. “00” feels that her task is fully completed, since once more football has been set upon a firm foundation and enough players properly trained to start a championship team when 44 07 becomes the senior class and that her works are rewarded since two of her members were placed on the Twin City All Star. A TOAST Here’s a toast that is worthy the drinking, So drink deep; you may then do your thinking. When the throbbing pulse of the universe Leats low, And the silent night softly soothes our fevered mind. When the loving moon floods our souls with languor so. And smiling stars make us all forget life’s grind, When the little breeze that has played so hard all night, In the early hours gently wanders by our side, As we slowly pass from the crowds and noise and light, Through the peaceful paths of the homewavs, shadow pied. O, drink to the stars and the moon. And breezes and tresses and peace. And voices and thoughts all in tune. Let clear ringing laughter ne’er cease. Drink deep of the cool and restful airs. For those are the nectars so sweet In which aftermaths of affairs We drink as we stroll through the street. A TOAST Oh, here’s to our school-days, my dearest. When joy is just unalloyed joy, When pleasure’s not tinctured with pain, dear, And you and I just girl and,boy. (To be proposed when you can say it appreciatively without omitting a single word.) THE CLASS A N X U A L O F ’ 0 6 35 (Pfftrrra of (filaaa Harry Nordlby Lars Rand . . Ruby Rood . Jay Elliot George Johnson . . President Vice-President . Secretary . Treasurer Sergeant-at-Arms ®ur Nntablra Tillie Will . Martha Brinsmaid . Gertrude Swinburne Valedictorian Salutatorian Salutatorian THE CLASS AN N UAL OF 06 37 Members of the Glass of '06 Manual Training— Ethel Lillian Broadbent Arthur Gage Chase Edward Henry Enger ♦George Hawthorne Gamble Emil O. Jeone George W. Jeone Harry James Kittell Arnold J. Larsen Mabel C. Linder John Nordberg Harold Andrew Noreen ♦Oscar A. Olstad George Westfall Reynolds Clyde A. Richley English ♦Ingvald Kvitrud Kathryn Stranahan Literary Myrtle Vera Anderson Esther Ella Apelt Mayme Bailey Effie Belle Birkheimer Lillian D. Blomgren Frederick J. Coaker ♦Ethel Frances Crittenden Nevada Sutherland Evans Myra Adeline Fall Lillian Amelia Flaten ♦Frances Naomi Ferguson Florence Frances Foster Marion Woodman Foster Ingrid Eleda Gustafson Signe E. R. Holmboe Carl Edmund Johnson ♦Dagmar Elizabeth Johnson 38 T H’E CLASS ANNUAL O F ' 0 0 George Clifford Johnson Millie Elvira Johnson Anna Kramer Edna Lampert Jacob Lampert Grace Florence Law Mabel Limond Mary Morris Elizabeth King Morse Luverne Newcomb Lillian Lucille Nodell Harry Richard Nordley Bertha Bessie Sanford ♦Mary Schwartz ♦Cora Emily Seamons Morris Chester Skordrud Florence Margaret Slater Paul 0. Solem Jessie Alice Stearns Myrtle Olive Stenning Walter E. Stenvig Ellen Mae Thornton Florence Aurora Turnquist Pheobe Handley Warner Josephine Georgia Weber Oscar S. Wilson Belle Woolpy Latin— Esther Josephine Anderson Lizzie Bergetta Aase John F. Bathurst Martha Christine Blegen Josephine Ovidia Braa ♦Martha May Brinsmaid ♦Esther Marie Carlson Edward K. Clark ♦Mattie Marie Crogan ♦Olga Dahl Ralph E. Douglas Jay R. Elliot ♦Nellie May Erb Sivert Fjermstad Solomon Fligelman Emma Elizabeth Gilbertson ♦Ida Martineau Grey Clayton Griswold Margaret Emilie Gunderson ♦Emily Berlini Hafstad ♦Frances Lillian Hurlburt Marie Johnson Pearl Speakman Johnston THE CLASS ANNUAL OK 00 39 Charlotte Cordelia Kimmerle ♦Clara Amanda Kjelsberg Velma May Kluge Hannah Lajord Mary Agatha Langan Frank John Lawler Daisy Elta Lenart Frank Perry Leonard Marie Elizabeth Lidman Lou Retta Wilhelmina Lindscog ♦Marie Lundeen Esther Luella Mansfield Mabel Jane Moberg Elsie Wilhelmina Nelson Clarence Emil Oberg ♦Esther Olson Grace Lord Parsons John Benjamin Piatt Lars Rand Arthur William Reum Harriet Jane Robertson Ruby May Rood Wilhelmina Sandberg ♦Virginia Slover Louis Spiegel Arthur E. Swanson ♦Gertrude Swinburne ♦Hazel Eola Trevette ♦Tillie May Will ♦Howard Yolen Williams Elsie May Williams Name marked with ( ) are those of Honor Pupils. 40 THE CLASS ANNUAL OF ’06 Last Will and Testament of Class of ’06 HE CLASS of 06 South High School, which by learned diagnosis of most eminently competent physicians, has always been the sanest class of all the sane classes in a school almost entirely free from the stain of lunacy, now being in the last stages of existence as a distinct organization and by the unanimous agreement of said worthy doctors, being in a state of mind even more completely rational than ever before writes this, its last will and testament: To the innocent class of ’07 and to all the unsophisticated, credulous and confiding classes whom time, circumstances, hard study, good luck, first year repudiations or other mundane accidents shall elevate to the high dignity of bearing the title of seniors we do tenderly, solemnly and with kindness aforethought bequeath our hard-learned experience in selecting a photographer. To the January seniors of '07 and to certain stray members of the June class whose stationary credits do in the sight of their teachers and Professor Ozias entitle them to a share of this legacy we will the honor of sitting in A room. To the said January seniors and the said June seniors, who by reason of inheritance, shall sit in the aforesaid bequeathed room, we do leave with great regret and sincerest pain the kindly ministrations of the ruler of said room, Miss Watts. To the ever-verdant freshmen and to the sapiently foolish sophomores do we bequeath our well-prized prerogative of laughing, jeering or sneering at the millinery monstrosities which our wards, the present juniors affect with such varied degrees of grace and ease. With great uneasiness of mind and trepidation of spirit do we bequeath to South Side High School one large card where on is imprinted according to due process of law the portrait of each separate member of the most glorious of all classes, our class of 1906. However, be it understood that upon condition of aforesaid legacies being put face wall-ward in book-room, lumber-room, attic or other place inconsistent with the dignity or beauty of such bequeathed gift, the picture shall immediately revert to the member of the class whose lot it is first to be married. THE CLASS ANNUAL OF 0 6 41 To whomever cares to take it we do solemnly and with due consideration bequeath the duty and pleasure of changing the frayed ventilator curtains of A room. Let it be expressly understood that we stipulate that this must be done upon consultation with Miss Watts in order that the colors be not such as to seriously disarrange the fineness of any artistic temperament. To Miss Watts we do bequeath, because we deeply realize the dire necessity of it, one gavel of extraordinary weight with which to keep order for our successors, the Juniors. To our successors we bequeath our interest in football, basketball, baseball and all other athletics practiced by the teams of South High School. To certain of our successors, whose fitness is to be decided by the members of the Literary Society in solemn conclave met, we will the offices of president, vice-president and secretary of said organization. All worthy successors, said worthiness to be decided by Professor Ozias, we endow with all our good behavior and our scholarly sense of the fitness of things, likewise with our dutiful habit of being prepared to recite at all times in all things. Whatever else remains of our goods and chattels, personal effects and high school property we trustfully leave in charge of the trustees, Miss Watts, Miss Friedlander, Miss Gilman, Miss McDermid, Miss Kerr, Miss Klampe, Mr. Westerson, Mr. De Bussieres and Professor Ozias to dispose of next September as they think best. We do solemnly appoint as executor of this, our last will and testament. Professor Ozias. (Signed) Class of ’06. Witnesses: Shades of Chaucer, Shakespeare, Goldsmith, Milton, Euclid, Virgil, Goethe, Odin, Edison, Newton, Bernhardt. Elta Lenart. 42 T H e C L A S S A X X U A L O F ’ 0 0 1 IN AFTER YEARS When years from now, ’mid toils and cares, I pause. And let my thoughts rove listlessly o'er all The happy days brought up at Mem’rv’s call. The faces, ways and pranks it deftly draws, I wave the wand of Thought and straightway cause The misty curtains wove by Space to fall. And show the shades in Retrospect’s bright hall, A moving sight well worthy Love’s applause. I see each episode, each joy, and pain, All sugared o’er by sweet Forgetfulness. Until my youth seems paradise. God bless That fleeting youth! O let me e’er retain Those sacred mem’ries! Let them e’er be nigh. Remembrances of school at old South High! THAT’S RIGHT When, in the course of human events, you become cognizant of the fact that to the end of bettering your appearance, a new suit or hat, or pair of shoes is necessary, you immediately go to the place where they not only have the best of everything, but where you are among friends. This is natural. When one of your friends is able to supply you with articles inferior to none, at reasonable prices, would you go elsewhere? No. Why should you? Then, since these firms whose names appear in this book have aided us in the publishing of our class annual, it is no more than right that you show how much you appreciate their support by patronizing them at every opportunity. 44 THE CLASS ANNUAL OF ’ 0 (5 the Universe YOUNG MEN’S FASHION SHOP The only one of its kind in the Northwest OUR NEW UNIVERSITY SUIT (Just like cut.) Exclusive here. $ I .OO to- $30.00 Nifty Haberdashery Correct Hats Sole Agents for the STEIN-BLOCH SMART CLOTHES 32-34 Sixth Street South 01. ML Barnes lEttgraitpr mb gwirty 3lmiitalinur� nf all ktniu Hall Programs Eitgraurb on linrt Nntirr CElir 'lift Auummrnurulo uirrr Emjiraurit tig Ouiiiro With the largest and most complete stock of Photographic Materials and of Kodaks and Cameras, we feel entitled to ask for your patronage and custom —in this line. 0. H. Peck Company 2-U6 5th Street South Wp conduct a printing shop, which is thcra hly able to suit you with high class stationery? and particularly class work of this sort. Try us next time. No. 3 Folding Pocket Kodak $17.50 Got your Latin prose? What’s the Geometry? Clear out! I’ll have to change some seats. The eternal fitness of things. Well, to get back to the lesson. By the way, do you remember the story of— They didn’t hear a word you said. Now, the key to the situation is— O, I know vou of old. What do you know today? I don’t believe I can do that. Not prepared One o’clock session. Common decencies of English. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7. No whispering in the room. MONDAY O, Morpheus, our minds this day Prom Lethean forgetfulness, we pray Lot not the poppy dew of sleep $11 sooth; Let Miss McDermid’s Chemistry run smooth. THE CLASS ANNUAL OF ’06 45 i tafforb ODfftrtal Jnjotngrapljrr ’UB (Clans £nuttj rljiuil 46 THE CLASS ANNUAL OF '0 6 | : HOLTZERMANN’S CHICAGO STORE CO 417-425 CEDAR AVENUE THE LARGEST ASSORTMENT OF FINE IMPORTED NOVELTIES IN THE UNITED STATES THE CLASS ANNUAL OF ’0 6 47 AN EDUCATIONAL ADVICE The paths of success are many and varied; some find them thru literary genius, thru science and art; others by means of professional practices; and then there are those who succeed in sailing the sea of success in a staunch ship built by the shrewd hand of business ability. But, before one can build such a ship, he must be trained both bv education and experience. The former he gains through the help of others, namely, in a business college; the latter must be sought alone. As an advice to those who wish to become business men and women, and who desire the preparatory aid of others,-to those the Eclectic Business College extends a welcome hand with advice and education. —S. F. 48 THE CLASS ANNUAL OF 0fi Typewriting Room The above cut shows one of our elegantly equipped and well lighted class rooms. Gllir Erlrrtu Is a South Side College for the South Side. A special term is offered during the months of June, July and August, at special rates. ALL GRADUATES HOLDING POSITIONS You are cordially invited to visit the College. Call, write or phone J. M. Balzer, President, for information and handsomely illustrated catalog. ®Ijr iErlprtir Suaittpaa (Cnllpgp 225 FIFTH STREET SOUTH (DiaK mally opposite Court House) THE CLASS A X X UAL OF 0 6 49 REMEMBER R. A. Latham Floral Conservatory 83 South Tenth Street Is the place for High School Students and others to get the best of everything at the right price. ONE ORDER WILL MAKE YOU MY CUSTOMER VISIT THE.... ’Phone: T. C.f 3022. Arcade Bowling and Billiard Parlors The largest and most up-to-date, with eight alleys and seven billiard tables. Try and bowl with our rubber balls, the only equipment of its kind in the city. P. BOOSALIS, Prop. 615-17-19 HENNEPIN AVENUE 50 THE CLASS AN N UAL OF ’00 ROBT. F. KREISS Manufacturing Jewelers and Engravers Makers of Class Pins and Rings 304 Nicollet Avenue Minneapolis, Minn. Makers of ’06 Class Pins T H E C L A S S A N X U A L O F ’0 0 51 ONE ON YOU Beth Morse thinks that if all the rest of the ship went down, she’d stick to the Hull. There’s many a slip Twixt the pie and the lip. Why is Art Reum so happy? Because he is Virginia’S lover. What is Ethel going to do after leaving school? Why, she is bent on going a-Broad. Why is Grace like the railroad rate regulation? Because she’s a lawless Law. Why is Miss Kerr so fiery? Because she’s full of Burns. Why won’t Myra Fall? Because Phoebe will Warner. Why should Grace be good? Because she is a Parson’s daughter. When is a Lam pert? When it’s a Jake. Why is Georgie like a lamb upon the grassy lee? Because he is a Gamble(r) as you can plainly see. All manual training students become greatly addicted to the use of vise. Freshman — What do you do in Physics? Senior You get physically roasted by a competent cook. Miss Kerr says that a teacher can’t get good board under $30 per month. The Board of Education certainly does come high. Miss Friedlander—Jay Elliot may recite. Jay—I can’t. Miss Friedlander— You surely know some of it. Jay—-I don’t know anything. 52 THE CLASS A NNUAL OF 0 G Haberdashery STYLES FOR MEN The Newest and Latest STYLES in Haberdashery are always found at headquarters. That’s here. We are nothing if not progressive. We keep ahead of the times, always. Careful and experienced selection of the best styles and fabrics in hats, hosiery, underwear, shirts, collars, cuffs, neckwear, gloves, and other requisites of the well dressed man. enable us to cater to the plainest as well as the most fastidious taste. Fit, comfort. durablity and price are our long suit. If it’s yours, too, we can please you—every day. w. V. WHIPPLE 426 Nicollet Avenue Minneapolis ZTbe “F°r the Man Who Sboe Cares” When in need of your next pair call on STANLEY SHOE CO. 422 Nicollet Avenue THE CLASS ANNUAL OF 00 53 HEGNA DRY GOODS GO. 263-265 Cedar Avenue 1807-1809 2'A Street Complete Outfitters for Men, Women and Children EVERY DEPARTMENT ON ONE FLOOR Our Millinery Section is one of the handsomest in the city. House Furnishings at popular department store prices. Visit our Premium Room when in the store. Everything in this room is given free to savers of our stamps. 'I'HONKl T. C . -J4IO LOFGREN CO. FASHIONABLE T A I I; O R S 020 Nicollkt Avknuk MINNEAPOLIS 0, P, NASH The Original CANDY MAN ALL HOME MADE CANDY Pure and Good 327 Cedar Avenue 327 Cedar Avenue 54 THE CLASS AX X U A L OF '06 « READ ’06 WANT ADS WANTED—By the Seniors, 120 pairs of blue goggles to protect the eyes from the bad effects of viewing the Junior headgear. WANTED—A louder voice. Martha Blegen. WANTED—By the Juniors, some Diamond Dyes. Any color but green will be considered. WANTED—Mr. Wilson wishes to announce that his ballad, “Oh Why Did They Build the Lake so Near the Shore,” is now on sale. WANTED—by Orange and Black football team, to arrange for games with any fast 13 or 14-vear-old team in the city. WANTED—Agents to handle my latest book entitled, “Treatise on the Educational Value of Solid Geometry.” Sells on sight. Emil Jevne. WANTED—Young man of good appearance to sharpen my pencils daily. Experience and references required. Nellie Erb. WANTED—A laughing cure. Lillie Nodell and Dagmar Johnson. WANTED—Anyone wishing instruction in mesmerizing teachers and girls apply to J. B. Piatt. WANTED—Any young ladies and gentlemen desiring to learn dancing, go to Miss Hazel Trevette’s Dancing Academy. She gives a great many hops. WANTED—By Arthur Reum, a little swiftness. WANTED—Someone to say something in senior meetings. WANTED—A secretary to keep track of my girls-J. B. Piatt. [Continued on Page 57] THE CLASS ANNUAL OF ’06 55 RESERVED PURE SPRING WATER The Glenwood-Inglewood Co, MH HENNEPIN AVENUE All Over Town, And always satisfactory. Will keep their shape, And are worth tfe price. Garments Made by . . TALLANT 38 South Third Street Get Your Building Material - OF - Lampert Lumber Company And your Education at the South Side High School. General Offices: Lampert Lumber Company 1032 Lumber Exchange 50 T H E C L A S S A X X U A L O F 0 0 Chas. WilKins 6 Co. Plumbing and Heating © Gas Electric Fixtures 528 Second Avenue South Both 'Phones 1648 Minneapolis, Minn. Reserved by A FRIEND ’Phones: Office. Twin City. 1854 N.W . Main 1154 'Phones: Bam. Twin City. 5239 Res., N. W.. So. 1376-L2 BE8T STORAGE IN THE CITY The 0. G. Peterson Express Storage Co. Packing, Moving, Storing and Shipping Household Goods, Pianos, Safes, Boilers, Etc. GENERAL FREIGHT TRANSFER AND LIGHT DELIVERY Office: 50i Second Ave. South MINNEAPOLIS, MINN. T H E CLASS A X X U A L O F ' 0 6 READ ’06 WANT ADS [Continued from Page 54] WANTED Please go away and let me sleep. Oscar Wilson. WANTED—All to buy sure cure for “suffering bald-heads.’ Address Chester Skordnid. WANTED—Everybody to buy The Twentieth Century Geometry. Entirely axiomatic. Suitable for beginners. Edited by Harry Kittell and Stuart Elliot. WANTED—Contracts for erecting and furnishing houses. Address Ethel Broadbent. WANTED By Civics classes, some excitement. WANTED—By Elta Lenart, a dressmaker who is willing to prolong shoulder seams indefinitely and b ouse sleeves over the wrists. LOST AND FOUND 24 LOST—Our former brilliancy. Return to Vergil II for reward. FOUND—A pocket handkerchief with lace and insertion. Young man to whom it belongs can have same by paying expense of keeping it. LOST—My usually calm entrance into B Room. Return to Perry Leonard. FOUND—In Geometry III class, a reserved seat. Owner please apply to Nellie Erb for the same. LOST—The place in Virgil class. Finder please return to class for much gratitude. LOST, STRAYED OR STOLEN—A few passing credits. Magnificent reward if returned to the Big Book. LOST—My seat in A room. Any one who can inform me as to its whereabouts will receive a generous reward. 58 THE CLASS A X N U A L OF ’0 0 Established 1871 Bentson Tailoring Co. Importers of Foreign and Domestic Woolens Removed to 313 Hennepin Avenue Minneapolis, Minn. Bring Your Entire Wash to Falconer’s Laundry 509-511 Second Avenue South Collars and Cuffs «• One Cent Each RESERVED HERRMAN Beaufort Hotel The Hair Cutter 112-16 Third St. S. i