South High School - Tiger Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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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.

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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.

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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