South High School - Tiger Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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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?

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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.

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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.