South High School - Tiger Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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THE CLASS ANNUAL OF ’07 13 that no name has ever been found for her. While under her jurisdiction all were forced to toil and sweat, and their fins, used to harder labor, were now employed in fanning their heated countenances. In spite of all precautions, as often as they attempted to pass these rocks, she, with her threats and frowns would drive them back. Finally, as a protection from this their common foe, they found it necessary to band themselves together under one leader. So they chose for their captain a gentle crappy. For about half the way, all went well, but then, when the enemy’s threats grew louder, they chose a bolder leader, a mighty athlete. During this time they were so undisturbed by the foe that they even found time for social enjoyment. A kindly feeling, dwelling within their bosom, toward another school swimming on before, urged an attempt to entertain them at a pompous ball. In preparation for these festivities, the maiden fish showed their ability to rise to the occasion by raising the lion’s share of the expenses, with specimens of their house-wifery. After this oc-cured several perils and numerous narrow escapes, but with the loss of a very few members, they passed the dangerous rocks. Then came a season of happiness, but not of rest, a time when each different inhabitant of the deep of knowledge, finally realized that he was well skilled in dodging bait and the epithet, ‘‘sucker.’’ and could very fluently repeat in the original dialect: “ hail that Aprille with his showers swoote, The droghte of Marche,’’ etc. The sharks were found to be well versed in the “Exploits of the Man,’’ and were often heard calling upon some mysterious being in the terms, “(), pins Aeneas.” The duty of administering laughing-gas for the blues and some other dope for a few cases of chronic “stayontis,” were turned over to several of the pedagogues, namely to one dealing in drugs and sundries to another weighing out chestnuts and special doses of a lighter gas. and still to another who spent her time hunting up ancient manuscripts of old Latin and ( Ireek heroes, or delving into their dusty depths and then dealing them out to poor overworked fishes, to be committed word for word or to be written out from memory in some dead hut unburied language. During this stage of existence, it was quite the fashion to say (iuten Morgen, schones wetter heute, nicht walir, have you got your Dutch?” Oh, how tired they were of helping one dear pedagogue pick up the shells from the ocean floor, or of sweeping the foam from off its surface; hut nevertheless, a welcome relief was furnished them by the entertainment of one Debating Society or the victorious games of a particular Basket Ball team. hat a period of joy it was, what a season of happiness! Then came one terrible day. The morning dawned fresh and clear without a sign of impending ill; but suddenly as they were in the midst of pleasures, they were disturbed by a scraping and scratching. Without warning they were huddled together and mysteriously drawn upward. After scrambling and struggling they found to their dismay that they were in a net. Many frantic attempts to break through the meshes did they make; but only the slippery eels and smaller fish succeeded in escaping. No help came, and they were drawn slowly but surely upward, nearer and nearer the surface until at last they were thrown upon terra firma, far away from the waters of dear old South I lye.

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T II K ( L A S S A X NUAL OF f 0 7 15 EDITORIAL AXXl’AL is to serve as a synopsis of the events id history of the Senior C lass of 07. a class con-ining the largest, finest and best scholars ever aduated from South High School. W e want to give to the public an idea of what has been going on within the four walls of our dear old school, the happy moments of study and play, the sorrowful periods of hard work on some of our parts as the honor roll proclaims. The editing staff give special credit to the class poets, the history and will committees, and all others who have so faithfully labored to make this little volume a success. If any receive what is known at the editor's desk as a slam consider it an acknowledgement of your popularity. If any have a grievance please remember the entire staff sailed for Europe last night. Classmate, when in future years you come across this beautiful book of the class of “Green and Gold. pleasant touching memories will awake within you as you proudly exclaim, I was a member of the 0 class of South High School. —Editors.