South High School - Tiger Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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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)

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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.

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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.