South High School - Tiger Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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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.

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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.

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