South High School - Tiger Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

Text from Pages 1 - 94 of the 1908 volume:

r v The Annual of the ’08 Class of South High School I’KI.NTI'.l) IIY Tin: I If OX Tit Alla 1 1 ‘ I llalSIl I N i COMPANY — •17 IIHNNKPIN AVKM'H PROFESSOR A. N. OZIAS Photo by I-ec This Volume we Gratefully Dedicate to PROF. A. N. OZIAS To Whose Uplifting Influence, Never Failing Cheer, Straight-Forward Character and Untiring Efforts We Owe More than Many Volumes Might Declare The F acuity A. N. Ozias Grace Watts Helen R. Fish Mary Kerr W. A. Westerson John H. Cook Kate MacDermid Mary T. Brewer Mira Wheeler Winifred Scurman Marian Gale Hugh de Bussieres Lillian L. Beck Esther Friedlander Jane A. Squyer Lila M. Klampe Sadie L. Keatley Elvise Butler Margaret M. Sheardown Ella W. Bucknam Geo. A Campbell William. E. Barlow Margaret C. Dorr Glenora L. Gilman T. P. Gruwell Mary L. Weber Harriet R. Greene Mary R. Byrnes Katharine Grover The Editorial Staff GEORGIE MAY MORSE, Editor ASSISTANT EDITORS Athena Marie Martin Ebba Marie Norman BUSINESS MANAGER Paul Goodwin Smith Carl Harry Olson ASSISTANT MANAGERS Charles Swaine Hixon Bjarne Wasmuth South High in the Old Days RADUATION from the class of ’92 probably seems to you as an event of very remote times. Still, to me, these sixteen years have passed very rapidly, and, looking back to the time 1 attended the South High, it seems but a little while. Of course, we didn’t have such a nice high school building in those days; the third floor of the Adams School, consisting of two school and two recitation rooms, held the high school classes. But we had the same studies as you of today, and a few of the dear old teachers who are still with you. Miss Kerr was our able teacher in algebra and geometry, and I often think how a few of us shivered when she asked all who had answer books to Wentworth’s Algebra to bring them next day. Miss Wheeler and Miss Watts were also with us in those days, and guided us thru latin, physics, etc. Like yourselves, we had our hard studies and also our good times; our noon lunches, brought from home and eaten sitting in the dormer windows of the dear old Adams School; our sleigh rides to St. Paul with Miss Kerr and Miss Watts for chaperons; and our class play. As we had no large assembly hall, we were obliged to rent one for our play. What fun we had practicing for it, and, when the all important evening came, and we as the actors and our appreciative parents, teachers and many friends as the audience; how we all did enjoy the evening; and the happy recollections of it are still with the class of ’92. The graduation exercises (and we were the last ones to graduate before the new South Side High was completed), were held in the Immanuel Baptist Church. MATILDA JORDAN ROWLEY. Class of '92. Page six Organized School Spirit OUTH High is the finest school in the world—its teachers are the best but it sadly lacks an organized school spirit. On the other hand, in individual examples of loy .lty and ability, we greatly excel other institutions which are far better organized. What other schools can boast of producing contemporaneously a scholar like Hixon; gridiron stars such as Haverstock, Flagstad, and Savage; popular idols like Presidents Dahl and Groettum; a business manager like Sleeper; an actor like Steinfeldt; singers like Mildred Ozias and Winkleblec; artists like Chatty Parkhurst and Morrill, Christianson, Smith and Gilkey; writers like Athena Martin, Borghild Dahl, Goetzenberger and Swenson:—1 pause, but there are scores of others! What other school can make such an individual showing? Now, why is it that under such extraordinary conditions, we don’t make Minneapolis forget she has any schools but South ? The mischief of the matter lies in the fact that we lack that intense unity which permits of rapid concentration. Organization is the only hen that hatches Unity. Why can’t we be football champions? Because we havn’t the hen that lays the egg that hatches the chicken that sustains the team. Why can’t we be debating champions? Because the same reason. Why! There’s nothing we can’t have nor be if we have organization; and without it Groettum can talk his grand old head off and we ll never progress one inch! If we would impress the outside world we must first impress our own people at home. Success lies in the proper evolution of the Freshman. He should be organized into a class with the “A’’ Freshman at the very first. Such a thing as the non-organization of the Sophomore is little short of criminal negligence on our part. The classes properly organized would have their own teams and their own councils. This would by no means segregate the school circle into four hostile segments but rather draw to a common centre the cream of all our abilities and render the school leaders Pa ;e seven that organized support which is always essential to true success. An old plan—but one which, when rightly applied, has ever been productive of great things. Organization is a necessity for the preservation of social health. There exists a little microbe, famous merely because of his insignificance and destructiveness. He gloats upon defeat and even embitters the sweet cup of victory with his gall. He is known everywhere. Miss Friendlander might call him the bugus eternus knockus. The best of us are not exempt from the ravages of this pest; altho 1 believe Flagstad is immune. As the knocking disease is exceedingly contagious, the microbe must be tabooed lest the institution die a moral death. The milder cases can be cured; but the more violently despondent patients should be ostracized. Organization is the only medicine that will really knock out that bugus eternus knockus. The teacher has her great part in the organization and advancement of the school. It is not my prerogative to criticize or advise her; but 1 would only remark that though she has earned her salary when she has left the class-room, she has not fulfilled her obligation to humanity until she has attended the various school functions. When one realizes that South High has met as a school scarcely once in four years, he is not surprised at its lack of organized school spirit. Deprived of her Auditorium, South has been in many respects as a blind man in a race with men who can see. Now, it is said, the Auditorium is to be restored. The healing balm is found ! Care should be taken, however, that there be enough remedy to cure both eyes. In other words we should see to it that the restored Auditorium be sufficiently roomy to seat our entire school—and any other high school as well. In fact it should be better all round than East Auditorium, principally, because to a greater majority of us South Siders, High School is our only University, and all conditions surrounding our last years of school should be the most convenient money can buy. Of course, this is no political argument—but school boards should not be influenced by politics. South should have an athletic field available at least for practice purposes. South should have a library that a Minne- !Jage eight apolis high school need not be ashamed of. The halls should be made sufficiently light on gloomy days that friends might recognize each other by the sense of sight. With the exception, possibly, of the A” and “B” rooms, all the rooms should be made more cheerful. We have been neglected; and one does not need the statistical mind of a Westerson to appreciate the system of rigid economy by which the school has been run. Why are we neglected ? There are two reasons which are really one. The board is busy-listening to grievances of other schools, and we have not asked for anything or if we have, it has been in an ineffective bean-blower style when we should have demanded with the concerted thunder of a perpetual cannonade. There it is again lack of organization ! With Organization and her daughters, Unity and Enthusiasm, like Monte Cristo we shall have our universe at our feet, and in that time—and it remains for you to say how soon South High will become in point of fact as well as in point of loyalty, the finest school in the world! HARRY COLLINS. Class of Jan. ’07 Page nine The Freshman Committee Dagny Dahl, Chairman Nellie Dwyer Della Newdick Mable Grant Ethel Thomas Page ten TMETHlSei zr © ) Page eleven The Freshmen ONT judge people by their looks, for the Freshmen of this year are not half as bad as the picture that represents them. The grammer schools of 1907 and 08 brought the South High something unexpected. Even the usual sarcasm of the obnoxious Seniors was ignored and we entered as though it were nothing unusual to be doing so. How eagerly we listened to every word that was uttered, and were finally conducted to our future abodes. Some of us stopped at Weber Junction and were given courage by its pleasant countenance, while others went on to Squyer Station, and a few stayed in the Fish Pond. Keeping in mind the old proverb that perfection is no trifle, we started the right path with only an occasional one being led astray by their elder classmates, much to their amusement, for of course we all know they are inclined to be a little jealous. When we received our first monthly reports most of us could boast of doubles. Of course some could not obtain such high honors but have been steadily advancing toward the front. We devoured Greek Mythology with gulping throats, but we went over it quite safely and hope the coming ones will not choke over it. For awhile Algebra was the only giant in our pathway, but we managed to pass him with a sigh of relief. The Freshmen have been going fast, for Algebra means ambition, Drawing stands for diligence, English represents elegance, and Latin is loyalty. Among us there are some very brilliant debators, one being Robert Moore, our Daniel Webster of the day. We can also boast of Francis Savage, who will some day be the world’s champion at football. The Freshmen now number about three hundred and seventy-two. With these prominent members, not excluding the more bashful ones, we hope to attain greater honors than have ever been won by South High before. COMMITTEE Pas:e twelve The Senior as the Freshman Sees Him FTER eight long years of hard study, the Freshman enters High School, quite sure she has accomplished great things. She comes armed with a long diploma, tied with yards of class-colors, and she is sure she knows things! She finds herself, the first day, among a great many other fresh men, like herself, and as she is being taken from one class-room to another, she wonders at the action of the pupils. She is accustomed to the discipline of the graded school, and does not understand the self-government used at High School. As she watches the throng of pupils hurrying thither and yon, a certain few attract her attention. They are slightly more dignified than the others, and are perfectly at ease where she is most frightened. Someone tells her they are the Seniors. She regards them with curiosity and awe at first. They have all but reached the desired goal. They go about intent upon their work, quite at ease, and entirely unconscious of the presence of two hundred diploma-armed people. That is a new phase of the question. She finds she is yet at the foot of another ladder, and it is time for her to set about the work of climbing. She later peeps into the room where they are assembled. They are discussing Chaucer and seem to have forgotten all about themselves, so intent do they listen to a little lady equally oblivious of present surroundings. The little Freshman hastens to her room, to con her little lessons, to bring to her English class one or more of the pearls of thought handed down just for her, from happy-hearted Irving. Anyway, Irving knew every one could not be wise Seniors and discuss Chaucer, so he left his smile and his humorous stories to the little Freshman, as a comfort after they got a steady footing on the lowest round of the High School ladder. MARION THOMAS Page thirteen The So ph omore Committee Hazel Bolin, Chairman Florence Brawthen Alvina Marth Agnes Free Grace Johnson Mable Johnson Patrick O’Donnel Elmer Scharpf Alpha Sjoblom Blanche Kinzle Helen Wallen Oscar Johnson fourteen ?v Pape fifteen The Class of 1910 Since we, a Sophomore, claim to be We ll put on our specs, to be wiser, you see We study our lessons, 'till we know them by heart. We study our lessons, that's why we are smart. There are exceptions, of course, to all rules, And that is why we have a few fools. But so few are the number That they cannot slumber, Nor drag, nor play, nor be lazy, nor wait. For we are Sophomores in 19-8. -A. S. So ph omore Locals Miss Blanche Kinzle became very much agitated last winter; so very much agitated that she boiled twice. The Assembly Hall is the proud possessor of a beautiful Temple. Esther Woolpy is very pious for she is at the Temple most of the time. We all agree with a certain English teacher who says that teachers are a superfluity in school. One memorable event which none of us can ever forget, as long as we can remember, is the great (?) speech which Hazel Bolin delivered one fifteen minute period. (She blushed too.) English Teacher: What did Moses write? First Sophomore: Ten Commandments, 1 guess. Second Sophomore: What’s them. One day as a certain Sophomore was on her way to school, she overheard a remark spoken by one of three Seniors who were in front of her. The remark was, “I am here at my haven of rest, at last. Imagine! How we Sophomores look forward to the time when we can call school our “haven of rest. Page sixteen Sophomore Nursery Rhymes Little Geneva Blodgett Sat on a tuffet Studying Geometry, There came Karl Snyder And sat down beside her And frightened Miss Blodgett away. Lawrence Lund, a man of law. Sold his bed and lay upon straw. Sold the straw and slept on grass To buy himself a looking glass. • Little drops of peroxide, Little drops of paint Helps to make Ruth’s freckles Look as if they ain’t. If Roy Everlands upon the Minus track The little Jones will take him by the hand And lead him back Louise Kaelling, bright and gay Always has some jokes to play. While Alpha Sjoblom’s tears will start If she fails to touch the lOO mark. Rickety, Rickety, Ren We all been. Sophomores, Sophomores Rickety, Rickety, Ren. Page seventeen The Senior as the Sophomore Sees Him (With Apologia to Shakespeare.) Ye Gods it doth amaze me That one of such a feeble brain power should So get the start of the student world. And bear the sheepskin alone. Why look, he doth strut about the room Like a teacher, and we well-mannered Sophs Dodge ’round him o’er the seats and desks, To find ourselves way up in the front row. He had a fever when he was in Geometry, And when the test was on, I did mark How he did shake; Tis true this senior did shake; His painted lips did from their color fly And that same eye whose bend doth awe the bold Did lose his luster: I did see him cheat. Aye, and that tongue of his, that bids the Juniors Mark him, and note his tens in teachers’ books, Alas ! it cried, “Give me some help, you Sophomore,’’ Like a Freshman girl; of such stuff he is made. WILSON POND. Class of ’10. FAMILIAR SOUNDS AND SAYINGS. Say! What’s our lesson for to-morrow } I’m not prepared to-day. Please speak so the class can hear you. Did you bring your excuse to-day ? There goes the bell! It’s the best thing I’ve heard to-day! You come in at one o’clock please. I’m not sure of it. Page eighteen Page nineteen Ray G. McKennan Officers of the Class of ’09 President Vice-President Secretary Treasurer Sergeant-at-arms Ray G. McKennan Ethel Jennings Ethel Keatly Joel Lundeen Ralph Veblin Paj?e twenty Pa«:e twenty-one The Class of June ’09 HERE once dawned a Monday so bright and devoid of cool, traditional color attributed to the innocent day that few, especially students and pedagogues, would now be able to recognize it. That September Monday of 1905 will be a date conned, loved and revered by future generations. For on that immortal day an army of what, semi-bug language, may be termed human caterpillars, had congregated in the world-famed South High Nursery. They were soon settled and ignoring the cruel taunts of the upper classmen, passed the first stage of their evolution in industriously devouring all that could broaden their youthful minds and subdue their animal spirits. The second stage in the unfolding of these interesting representatives of the animal kingdom was one of wisdom and knowledge. Cunningly they evaded the advice and demands of their beloved instructors and rapaciously devoured all of the forbidden fruit within their reach. Such a state might have seemed hopeless to the careless observer; but under that counterfeited exterior was a large percentage of unalloyed metal which came quickly to the surface in the third and present stage. During this happy period of the metamorphosis the various genera have been organized into one great class, which, although apparently dead, is undergoing the most wonderful transformation of all. But all have wisely agreed in the election of a mighty monarch whose only misdemeanor has been the bestowal of the abominable title of quitters1’ upon the innocent gentle sex. The purposed Leap Year celebration which occasioned the wrath of their wise ruler died a natural death, and preparations were soon begun for the grand Senior Reception. When the finances began to decline, the lady bugs came to the rescue, and cheerfully, at cut prices, disposed of a famous saccharine substance of their own concotion, and the admiring swains generously purchased this pennoche par excellence. In this manner, and by a poll tax the Page twenty-two necessary expenses were met, and on a beautiful moonlight evening when the grass was wet with fragrant dew, a grand informal hop was given in honor of the departing Seniors. It was the crowning event of the social aspirations of the class, well attended and particularly enjoyed by the Junior maids, the majority of whom through no fault of their own, found it necessary to hold individual fetes on their own lawns. However, while in this stage, the chrysalids are becoming not only socially but educationly transformed. They have dwarfed Shakespere and Scott by their world-startling works, ranging from the deepest prose to the grandest poetry, and they have produced athletes who deem it only recreation to break the records of great world champions. These ascensions, both of body and mind, are chiefly due to the absolutism of the good and wise paternal despots who are carefully preparing the beautiful Junior cocoons for the final transformation. Then when the dignified beautiful and renowned Senior butterflies have flown out into the great world garden to gather nectar and eat the fruit of their toil, these worthy successors shall fill the vacancy, and strive with all the combined originality and mimicry of their natures to live up to the standards of such an excellent criterion as the present Senior class has proved to be. When they shall reach this highest and perfect stage in their development, only one great sorrow will mar their happiness;—the loss of their beloved guardian angel—but unselfishly they will consent to his doing a little missionary work among the heathen in the West, and will graciously accept the new guardian. Then the gay butterflies will flit about the big sunny halls, while the more sombre moths will seek the light of the reference table, and for one, short, happy year all will dwell in that Eldorado which always makes good the dear, old South High. ETHEL KEATLEY Page twenty-three The Senior as the Junior Sees Him Senior! could you but see yourself as thru the rose-colored spectacles of a Junior! Three years have caused the rosy tint to fade so that we see you almost as you are. We do not think of you as our senior in learning nor yet in age, (for it is hard to admit) there are many elderly Juniors and also many young seniors. We consider you superior to us in the ability to hold your high and respected position with as little application as possible. To study is very childish for a Senior. Not to study is a sort of malady which comes with seniority, the first symptoms of which, we Juniors are beginning to feel already. But it is entirely beyond our comprehension how you manage to brazen it thru on your reputation which is really no better than ours. Books to you are but a dream, while to us they possess the unpleasantness of reality. For you there exists no rules; you tread upon us heartlessly and we bear it, knowing that we will soon rise to fill your place and can then taste the forbidden fruit of the all-powerful Senior. Then here’s to the Senior lad and lass. Who do all others by far surpass ! WINIFRED C. SWIFT. Call • Pa e twenty-four A DAINTY CdfcD Page twenty-five HE B Senior classes of South High seem to have been dormant until the January class of ’08 entered, then a different atmosphere filled the entire building. Such a class, both in numbers and proficiency, was never before known or heard of in the annals of that institution of learning Never did a class have such a bright outlook ; never did a class accomplish so much as this one. It was a very short time before we were all known by students, teachers and principal; by the students because of our ever studious appearance, by the teachers by reason of our good behavior and brilliant recitations, and by the principal for never being sent to the office but often going there for advice. We finished our Freshman year in fine style, as we could not well do otherwise with such good instructors as Miss Brewer, who taught us, via est longas, and which we have since found to be true : Miss Green made crosses, pluses and minuses on the board EARL HAWTHORNE HAVERSTOCK Presnlcnt Page twenty-six but the only one we ever found her able to make well, was the latter. We delighted in going to Miss Dorr’s room to hear those fairy tales she is so fond of telling and to which we listened so attentively. We had often heard the older students talk about Geometry. The first few days we could not recite well because everything we had heard seemed too real, so we took our zeros and said nothing. The one o’clock row was never filled (more than once during any one period) and no one was ever sent to the office. Time passed swiftly during this second year of our studies and we were sorry when we had to bid adieu to Miss Schureman who tried so earnestly to show us the different kinds of feet when the only ones we knew anything about were large ones. We were very attentive in history when the subject was explained with many examples of the day by Miss Beck, indeed, we seemed to have learned more things while pursuing this subject than during the study of any other. The Salmagundi Club with its enticing opportunities caught our eye, when we entered upon our Junior year, and with Mrs. Buckman as leader we soon had a dramatic organization along with our social and educational studies. We heard about Scott, George Eliot, Brutus, Caesar and Shakespeare, when we were not rehearsing our plays, but this was not often. Many of our 438 members were ambitious and were not satisfied with only leading the school with high standings in studies so they entered a new field of work, athletics. Here many of them made stars of themselves and brot the standard of the school to its zenith in football, baseball, track and basketball teams, in fact the teams of both the boys and girls organizations were mostly represented by Juniors among whom we may mention : Chellgard, Lundeen, Solem and Haverstock, while the girl representatives were Misses Delvin, Smith and Eggers, three of the star girl basketball players. It was while Juniors that we organized as a class but owing to the fact that football season was on nothing out of the ordinary routine of school-life happened. We are now B Seniors and B room is our abode where under the ever watchful eye of Miss Kerr we are taught to become dignified as Seniors should be. The only time we are permitted to see our future home, A room, is when by virtue of our recitations Page twenty-seven we can spend one brief period there each day with Miss Watts who reads to us those delightful tales written by a man named Chaucer. Some in our class study Chemistry but the majority take Botany, its not so dangerous. Shortly after we became B Seniors, a meeting was held at which the following officers were elected: President, Earl Haver-stock; Vice-President, Cecil Smith; Secretary, Mildred Ozias; Treasurer, Walter Nelson ; Sergeant-at-arms, Bessie Delvin. It will be but one short term more that we can remain in the halls of literature to enjoy the privileges of Seniors so we have determined to make the most of our time, do no more than we really have to. We feel sorry that in so short a time we must leave behind our fellow-students; the teachers, with whom we have spent so much time trying to prepare ourselves for life so that we might go on our way rejoicing, and our esteemed Principal, Mr. Ozias, who has so kindly advised us in times of gloom and doubt and encouraged us in our work. We, the Class of January, 1909, of South High School, wish to thank the ”An Seniors for permitting us to use this much of the space in their annual, for it is more than we expected. EARL HAWTHORNE HAVERSTOCK President January Class, 909 A ROUNDLET Our Freshman year was crammed with study; Our Sophomore year was filled with fun; Our Junior year was steeped in worry; Our Senior year ah, well!—it's done! M. C. O. Page twenty-eight I draw the wizard’s circle upon the sands, blue flames. I describe an inner circle, and green flames come responsive to my words of magic. I touch the common center of both with my wand and red flames, like adders’ tongues, leap from the earth. Over these flames 1 place my caldron filled with the blood of a new-killed doe and as it boils, I watch the blood red mist as it rises to meet the Spirits of the air. I chant my conjurations, and while 1 speak, the ruddy fumes take human forms, out of the fathomless future. After Four and Twenty Years ENTER old South High for the express purpose of attending a reunion of the class of January 190.....what? Alas, twas never known! The reunion was held in C. Room. For memories seemed to hover within the postals of those four walls,—memories of heated discussion, fiery tirades, and excited waving of arms. Upon entering, the first spectacle which presented itself to my eye was a brilliant, green plaid suit, and a more brilliant tie, above which I finally beheld a ruddy countenance, “Lester Williams !” I exclaimed. It was indeed he, and as he advanced to shake hands with me, he fell into a two-step and waltz combined, which new dance he was trying to install into Minneapolis society, he said. He conducted one in a courtly manner, tho’ still pirouetting, about the room, recalling to my mind others of my old class. Mounted on a table was a haggard individual holding forth in technical terms, for the edification of many men, who listened with rapt attention. Something familiar about him struck me, and then I knew him to be Alex. Lagaard, the great wizard of the twentiety century. We passed from this group to another one composed of two men and two women. The men were strangers to me, and I was wondering what brought them to our reunion when I suddenly recognized Irene Kennedy and Hazel Carlson in the two women. We chatted a moment. They introduced me to their husbands, and informed me that they were about to remove to their summer home at the North Pole Summer Resort. 1 asked them by what means Page twenty-nine of travel they meant to go, and Hazel (who was now Mrs. Algermon Montmorency) said, by the North Pole Air Line, which, by-the-way, was built by one of our classmates. Do you remember Alferd Anderson } Here he comes, now. I followed her glance and saw Mr. Anderson approaching, in the very pink of fashion, and at his side was a little woman who looked very much like Belle Fitzsimmons. Scarcely had 1 glanced at him when a thundering voice proclaimed that Earl Haverstock would honor us with a selection from Mid Summer Night’s Dream. This was not to be lightly regarded, for Mr. Haverstock had won world-wide fame playing a Shakespearean role, and I had heard how he starred, in turn, Mable Colburn and Bessie Delvin (or Mdlle. Elizabeth Delvin, as she calls herself on the stage) and discarded them both for Florence McCall, who was quite a Scream” in New York last season. She, by-the-way, was absent on a little tour of the Western Hemisphere in her new air-ship, and sent a little message of regrets to the class, which Mr. Haverstock read. After this was over, several people gathered in the rear of the room, and 1 drew near to discover the attraction. Imagine my amazement at finding a foreign-looking personage seated on the floor, surrounded by trained monkeys! The gentleman held a paper bag, from which he drew out huge ham sandwiches and proceeded to regale the animals. I was at a loss to guess the name of this one of my classmates, until Mr. Williams informed me that it was Wesley Pierson, the famous monkey trainer, who had won applause from the crowned heads of Europe. While gazing with rapt attention at the antics of the monkeys, some one called my name and warmly shook my hand. I reluctantly raised my eyes, and recognized Herr Musicmeister Walter Nelson. He had allowed his hair to grow quite long, and it hung in picturesque waves on his shoulder. Altogether, he looked the part. I considered his friendliness quite a condescension, and was beaming with happy content, when a woman rushed up to us, seized his arm, and while gazing at me like an angry tigress, said, Walter! 1 never dreamed you would neglect me so! And Walter was led away. I enquired of Mr. Williams as to the woman’s identity, but all he knew was that she was Walter’s wife, and her first name Ruth, Page thirty which did not enlighten me much. 1 walked off in high dungeon, and blindly stumbled against an invalid s chair. Seated in it was Paul Sleeper! 1 solicitously asked what calamity had reduced him to the state in which I found him. He, glad to unload his burden of care on sympathetic shoulders, told me how, the year after he graduated from High School, he had fallen while dancing a barn dance and had injured his spine. From that sad day to this he had never walked a step! He ended by saying, Do not grieve for me dear friend, I am spending my life in a better cause than many who have the use of their limbs. 1 am striving to do away with the sinful, ungainly dissipation of dancing, from modern society. 1 have gained the interest and co-operation of one of my old classmates, and she, as my secretary, has made it possible for me to go ahead with this glorious work. Irene! he looked anxiously about for Irene, who suddenly appeared, and I rushed up to her and embraced her as a long lost friend. Irene Garrett! I cried, and could scarce contain my joy. We chatted merrily for a while, but were suddenly startled by a shrill whistle, and cries of Hoist away! Pull in the line ! and the like. I saw several men advancing, in purple uniforms, and I looked questioning at Irene. She pointed out Clifton Peterson, Henry Bjerke, and Clifford Brinsmade among them, and told me they were conductors on the Rapid Transit Airship Circuit, and were showing off their knowledge of the work. Over in the corner, two women, in severe, mannish suits and spectacles, were holding forth, and pausing to catch the drift of their words, 1 recognized Anna Edgars and Cecil Smith. Irene told me they were following in Carrie Nation’s footsteps and had, indeed, abolished every saloon in Minneapolis with the exception of one kept by Earl Ericcson, which they meant to raid on the following day. Altho’ I should like to have listened to what they were saying, I was forced to move on, and come suddenly face to face with Helen Benedict (nee Lawler) who, I knew, had married the famous M. Benedict Benedict, who tunneled the Atlantic. Behind her was Chatty Parkhouse, employed as a sort of companion. Helen told me that they had been having trouble with their new air-ship, because speeding had been prohibited in the upper stratum of air, and they found 90 auto-power difficult to restrain. She also gave me a Page thirty-one bit of gossip about two members who were absent, viz., Oscar Solem and Martin Lindquist. It seems they had jointly patented a new advertisement for ivory soap,—huge balloons resembling soap-bubbles, with the words Ivory Soap—It Floats, printed on them, which are set at large and float around over all the big cities. Suddenly Charles Maney burst into view. He was on roller skates (with a motor at each foot and steering gear at waist) and stopped only long enough to pass the time of day, and then sped away on his daily route delivering mail. I passed on and beheld two figures, a man and a woman approaching, and with much difficulty I recognized Albert Mangney and Gertrude Humbolt. Both had their heads shaved guiltless of hair, and upon inquiring 1 found that they have together taken up the cause of hygiene, and are striving to do away with hair, believing it to carry germs. Next Emma Ullberg approached me. She was wearing the cap and apron of a nurse, and a motor attachment in the form of wings by which she propels herself in case of a hurry-up call. At that moment Elmer Dahl entered the room in a long black robe. He had joined the priesthood and his face had assumed the saintly expression suitable for his calling. Oscar Klingen passed me. His face was care worn and haggard. He had spent his days looking for the missing link. I was weary and hungry, and felt a very human throb of satisfaction when I beheld Martin Groettum making for me with a huge plate of doughnuts. These he deposited on a chair near me, and sat down to talk. We ate doughnuts and he told me all the gossip he knew concerning our classmates. First and foremost, how Charlotte Stockwell had made a reputation on the political platform ; how Elizabeth McPhail and Mary Pond had both won medals in a great art exhibition at Paris. In fact, some of their work was hanging on the wall opposite us. And how Carl Marlgreen had installed air-ship landings on top of all the big department stores and now kept an air-ship garage; and at last, how Agnes Olson had made a fortune as a cartoonist, “indeed was positively the rage!” I finally arose, put on my wraps, and was just passing out the door when I came face to face with Charlotte Torrance. “Charlotte”! I cried,“What means this robe?” A soulful smile lit up her countenance which was already shining with an inner light, as she Page thirty-two answered, 1 have dedicated my life to the convent. I am now the happy possessor of the name “Mother Superior”........Quite overcome, I glided in a dazed manner out into the street.and now.......... .....the fire ceases to burn; the flames are sucked back into the earth,—the doe’s blood has boiled away; the caldron cools, and my poor, weak wand is powerless to recall my shadowy friends for the space of even one fleeting moment. —M. C. O. The Board of Education have taken from South its firm foundation. Professor A. N. Ozias has been unanimously elected to fill the office of principal of the new West High school. We are glad for Mr. Ozias, but we are sorry for South High. Never has our principal failed to live up to the expectations of any South High student; and this is saying much, for one must find it hard to please so many. Mr. Ozias has not held his head high above us, but has come to us and given reasonable, practical advise, which we have always been at liberty to seek. Kind to South’s teachers, kind to South’s students, he has ever been a favorite. We thank him for his works, and wish him happiness and prosperity in his new field of service. -M. Page thirt -three Alliteration’s Artful Aid Assists Artistic Alfred Anderson LFRED ANDERSON’S Aunt Abbie anxiously awaited Alfred’s arrival at Andover. Aunt Abbie annually asked Alfred and Alfred annually accepted, and autumn after autumn arrived at Andover as arranged. Alfred, attractively attired, arrived and asked Aunt Abbie about apples. Aunt Abbie answered, Ay, Alfred, apples are abundant. Alfred ate an apple, and Aunt Abbie asked Alfred’s assistance about arranging asters. Alfred always assisted Aunt Abbie, and Aunt Abbie appreciated Alfred’s amiable acts. Aunt Abbie’s asters artistically arranged, Alfred asked Aunt Abbie about afternoon amusements. Aunt Abbie allowed Alfred any agreeable amusements appropriate and attainable. Alfred ardently admired Algernon Arnold, Architect, and also Algernon’s adjacent abode. Alfred’s absorbed attention attracted Algernon. Alfred accompanied Algernon around Andover, asking about architecture, and Algernon accommodatingly answered all Alfred asked. As afternoon advanced, Alfred again arrived at Aunt Abbie’s abode, and Alfred and Algernon’s appearance allayed Aunt Abbie’s anxieties about Alfred’s absence. Alfred’s abstracted air attracted Aunt Abbie’s attention, and Aunt Abbie asked about Alfred’s afternoon amusements. Alfred’s animated account amused Aunt Abbie. Aunt Abbie’s assistant, Ann, arranged an appetizing array. Alfred’s appetite appeased, Aunt Abbie arranged Alfted’s attic apartment, and Alfred agilely ascended. UNIDENTIFIED. Pa e thirty-four Page thirty-seven JOHN A. DAHL Presf. Class '08 Page thirty-eight Officers of the Class of ’08 President Vice-President Secretary Treasurer Sergeant-at-arms John Arthur Dahl Inez Marie Brown Georgie May Morse Carl O. Flagstad Ralph Hosenpud Valedictoiian Salutatorian THE NOTABLES Charles Swaine Hixon Adelaide Swinburne THE HONOR ROLL Charles Swaine Hixon Adelaide Swinburne Naomi Marie Lenander Borghild Margarethe Dahl Lillian Constance Lee Frank Leslie Lyons Antonia Emma Marquis James Roberts Irene Ritter Edith Clarice Cass Estelle Lorraine Finnberg Elsie Fastenau Frieda Dean Beck Ethel Margaret Hughes Helen Harrison Helen Louise Mayo Ebba Marie Norman Alice Chase Anna M. D. Terning Clara Marie Peterson Inez Marie Brown Marie Beatte Sogarden Mary Olgo Diesen Clarence Cyrus Peterson Page thirty-nine The Two Paths (Dedicated to the Members of the Class of 08.) HERE’S the great, broad,river with world-wide fame; There’s the babbling brook in the joy of life; There’s the little spring in a woodland grove; There’s the muddy stream in the land of strife. And wherever we will, our path will lead, The roar of the river may call some there, And the muddy stream has its own career, The gurgling brook said an enchanting prayer. Light, now, the fire-alter of ambition ! While a noble career is calling you. Let not the flame flicker—and so go out; Stand by your purpose, nto yourself be true. There’s a green, verdant, valley to Kingdom Come, To one side stands Failure with out-stretched arms; But proud, noble, success, with head erect, Stands awaiting us with her golden charms. Failure! her yoke easy,her burden light. Her sham betrayed in the prosaic air! Thru the valley of the shadow of death Our high hopes have been storm-swept and laid bare. Oh Failure! how strange thy code of honor, How finely jewelled is thy honest worth ; With thy tempting charms, oh, fickle Goddess! You’ve scorned thy victims with heartless mirth. Oh, Ruler of that muddy stream of life! Why does the water look tranquilly clear? Why make it a flowery bed of ease? But tis too late,—God’s wrath you do not fear. And too late we learn, were on to Failure! It came to us as a thief in the night, It murdered our ambition and honor. It slew our justice and our love of right. Page forty She came not as a cruel enemy, But upon our head, laid a gentle hand. It seem’d so true, we thrust her not away. But heard her harsh laugh while in her command. She drew us gently, softly, to her breast. And walk’d with us thru the voyage of life, She placed us in her dark and muddy stream, Where all is bitterness—contention—strife. We had not the power to turn about. For Failure stood there, over at our side, Oh, what undoing, she in time, hath wrought, For her our Savior lived on earth and died. A lad comes up o’er the crest of a hill, A noble lad of but fifteen summers. He pauses, and looks down to the valley, He sees cavalry, infantry, drummers. Brave men they are, with purpose bold and strong, Willing to fight to have a country free, As he beholds them, in his eyes there glows, A light that was never on land or sea, He joined that army, took up the fight, He fought with the American forces; But with hot-headed youth to lead him on. Took one of many dishonest courses. He left his home, he deserted the army, But not because he was afraid to fight, In him was born the spirit of command; With Green Mountain Boys he was to unite. On he fought in the Colonial Cause, Displaying to the world, bravery, skill; Wounded at Saratoga the world wept. But again in command by the people’s will. By his request he found another field, And to betray West Point he did agree; A brilliant and dashing American, But he was a traitor to his country. Even those he served could not honor him, Page forty-one Every true American hates his name ; To-day the traitor, Benedict Arnold, Is not thot of thru honorable fame. His might have been such a noble career. He had the characteristics of a man. To-day he might have posed as an ideal. If he’d lived the life that his youth began. But the road to success reached far out, Into the land of comfort, work, and play; Some choose the path to adventure and fame, Others, the quiet and lonlier way. There is many a path from this great road, And it leads to many a diff’rent goal: Success means not the same to every one, But to all, that simplicity of soul. Many are they who crave the gleam of foot-lights, And enjoy the applaud of the world ; But work on calmly with an iron grip. Until your banner, life-work, has unfurled. Now, standing where the brook and river meet, Let your ideals abound in honest truth, We long for something noble—something great, Such—is the enthusiasm of youth. We are the makers of the world to come, Shall our world be filled with strife and sorrow? A thousand nays! Let it live on and grow! Let Peace thrive in our Land-of-Tomorrow! We build with marble our Castles-in-Spain, We create the ideal we most esteem; Time may not build our Castle as did youth, The real, must needs be diff’rent from the dream. Tis not the same castle—not the same hope, That we build to occupy our heart-shrine; Some follow the path the rose leaves have made; The path to your castle leads not to mine. There’s a shady path side the gurgling brook, At it’s end may be our Castle-in-Spain, Page forty-two And if its marble pillars fall—alas! We awake, to find failure and Disdain. Have a firm foundation ’neath your ideals. Why let them fall and receive not Success? But strive, each in his separate star, To work for what his heart craves, and possess. If our work be honest, if it be true. If we crave not fame but a simple life. And live quietly side the mountain stream, It is also, then, that Success is ripe. But there’s the rush, the roar of the river, That is calling us on, into the fray, Have we the courage to fight the mighty waves That incessantly block our onward way? There’s another boy taking the same path, But it has led to a far diff’rent road ; As Arnold, his youth thrill’d with ambition. And he began with an honorable code. But he kept on in the path of Success, By the hand of truth his works have been filled ; He tried not to get ahead of himself, When he was a child, he thot as a child. And so it was when he became a man, That he put from him childish thots and deeds ; As a Republican and Reformer For the great coming of Success he pleads. Then, at the outbreak of another war, His was a place among just presiders; But he longed to work for his country. So lead the cavalry of Rough Riders, We know the successful life he has led. How he’s toiled to help United States; Our life can be as noble as was his, For it has been so ordained by the kates. We honor the purpose he did possess; Let us then adopt a Karean cry, Ten thousand of ten thousand years! Success! Page forty three Success to our Theodore Roosevelt! There’s a pearly gate in a jasper wall, And its portals are opened wide thru all, Then guided by the celestial moon We learn Success ere we enter too soon. GEORGIE MAY MORSE A Word of Appreciation we are Seniors; (and Seniors, you know, think themselves quite high and mighty) ; and we are beginning to look upon our instructors as friends and not as officers of the law; and as we are about to leave the dear old halls of South we begin to see and appreciate what all the teachers of our High School have done for us. They have not only made the path to knowledge seem smooth and pleasant, but they have helped us morally as well, and have done much to strengthen our character. Each of us, I feel sure, will make a better man or woman for coming in contact with the South High teachers, and the South High principal, Mr. Ozias. We have felt their influence but perhaps, did not know its worth until the time comes for us to go from them, and as we depart, each on his separate work, we want our instructors to know that their work has not all been in vain; and we hope we leave with them a kind feeling toward the class of 08. What they have done for us we may not be able to repay, but we at least do not desire that they live in ignorance of our appreciation. We want to thank them for their influence and their work. —M. Page forty-four President’s Address S President of the Senior class, 1 address you with the keen appreciation of the relations that exist between us. We have been fellow students for four years—four years of mental and physical development. In these few years we have consoled with each other in times of sorrow, and rejoiced in seasons of happiness. Now we go forth—some may carry on their studies to a higher institution of learning ; while others may enter upon the field of commerce. But whatever be the sphere that our future leads to, let us ever journey thru life giving a helping hand to all those with whom we come in contact. To Professor Ozias and the South High teachers we are indebted beyond reparation. Their unceasing energy coupled with their wisdom and kindness has won our highest esteem, and so have the various committees served us well. None have been afraid to work; all have gone into the game with an avowed determination to do their best. They have succeeded, and 1 thank them for it. Cheer up! fellow-students of the Freshman,Sophomore and Junior classes! Altho we Seniors have used you rather roughly remember that your day is coming. And now we thank you for both the support you have rendered us, and the amusement you have afforded us. But we must be off! To maintain the honor of South High we leave for the Bn Seniors and Juniors. They may not have one-fourth of their members on the roll of honor as did we, but they are capable of keeping in the race. We have not come in first in athletics, yet we have so paved the road that with but little energy on your part you will become undisputed champions. But the time for our departure draws near; and now sadly, tis true, we bid a last farewell! JOHN A. DAHL Pasre forty-five As He Sees It person'behind the desk'has a point of view ; is an artificial if not an unnatural one. He has it frail hold upon his position, he has been sub-ct for mirth by great and small since he first as seen in this attitude—as witness the pedagogue of Goldsmith 'severe and stern to view' and the comic valentine crop of 1908. And yet he is mauger his nondescript position, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer as a Christian is. Do you suppose the 'person behind the desk' likes lessons, and punctuality, and regularity, and books of Marks, and cards, and registers? Do you think he doesn't enjoy nonsense, and freedom, and holidays, and cakes and ale? Do you imagine his likes and dislikes are all abnormal because he is 'behind the desk' instead of before it? Try both points of view; you will find him human still. He loves and hates, and rejoices, and sorrows as do those who have kept only the natural attitude of the learner instead of adding to it that of the teacher. For him as for you. Is the arched sky blue; For him is the green grass growing. For him as for you, Does the bird sing true; For him is the soft breeze blowing. For him as for you, Are the frost and the dew; For him is the brook’s gentle singing. For him as for-you, Are the rose and the rue; For him is the vesper bell’s ringing. G. W. PaKe forty-six The Literary and Debating Society OW hard it is to have to begin work again after three long months—did 1 say long? I meant short—of sunshine, flowers, and good times, or, in other words, three months of vacation. Books and pencils and pads are loathsome things— not to mention Virgil translations, geometry problems and chemistry experiments. Yes, it does seem strange that one must endure all these in order to gain an education. But such is the way of the world ! Along with all these brain-cracking, nerve-trying duties lo! an announcement appeared on the A room board. It read:— First meeting of the 'Lit.1 Interesting program - all come ! The Lit had begun its work. Faithful members and loyal friends gathered in the Assembly Hall; and the meeting came to order. After all the necassary but interesting preliminaries, the officers for the semester were elected. Maurtiz Nelson was chosen president; Harry Collins, vice-president; Eva Kerr, secretary; and Professor Ozias, treasurer. The contest for places on the debating team began with the following meeting, which resulted in the selection of the well equipped trio, Mauritz Nelson, Ralph Parker and Richard Groettum ; Mr. Nelson being the only one who had not served on the team the previous year. Under Professor Westerson, the team made excellent preparation for the first debate of the season, meeting the North High team. The proposition, Resolved that the Federal Government should undertake the education of the southern negro. Granted that the southern status will not object and that it is constitutional, was enthusiastically debated before a large number of North High and South High friends. The judges, in some mysterious way influenced by Fates, decided in favor of Noith High, who had supported the negative of the question. This ended the work of the team, and in January two of its Pajre forty-seven members were graduated, which left Mr. Groettum to fill the presidential chair by the unanimous vote of the society. The meetings of the society during the past year, have been enjoyable as well as profitable—thanks to the never ceastng efforts of Professor Wester-son and our worthy critic, Mrs. Bucknam. May the good work go on; may the society start out next year more enthusiastic, more earnest, more determined to win the championship than ever; and may a long and prosperous life be theirs, while we, the Seniors of June’08, bid a farewell to the Literary and Debating Society of South High. -E. M. H. Fortunately the A Senior class is the unhappy possessor of not even one artist. I say fortunately, because if we had been it would have deprived us of the work of Miss Chattye I. Parkhurst and Mr. Winfred Christensen. We are sure that no A Senior, (provided he had been gifted with the proper artistic ability), could possibly have done better than Miss Parkhurst, the B Senior, and Mr. Christensen, the Junior. For their work we thank them; and our hope is that they will continue in this line and make double their already noteworthy talent. —M. Page forty-eight Havre forty-nine Athletic Training EVER in the history of the world has the athletic spirit been so general as it is at present. Even during the period of the ancient Greeks when one’s social standing was determined by his physical achievements, athletics were not so universally indulged in as at the present time. It is only reasonable to suppose that the supremacy of Greece in all the higher forms of civilization was intimately related to the wonderful interest taken in all forms of physical activity. Let every true patriotic American hail with delight the present interest in athletics, gradually increasing in this country; for such is a guarantee of the future welfare and integrity of our nation. Notwithstanding the universal spread of athletics the subject still needs a preacher and 1 am glad to have the opportunity to bring up for consideration the great value morally, intellectually and physically of athletic training. Under the conditions of our city life the bodies of the average boy and girl do not get the proper amount of invigorating, whereas they should receive as careful training as their mental organism. It is only good sense to reason without turning to science for proof that the sound mind depends upon the sound body? We should consider more than we do the important relationship of our physical and mental bodies and note whether we are developing the different parts of our system harmoniously. True education is that cultivation which produces the well rounded out man physically, mentally and morally. Am 1 fully educating and preparing myself to meet the demands of good citizenship ?—is the question every student in high school should ask himself. Far too small a per cent, of high school students are taking any active part in athletics. When the time comes that young men will feel that it is their positive duty to take part in athletics because it is their duty to care for their bodies, then athletics will become an educational force worthy of a place in the PiiKe fifty curriculum. There is a far higher, nobler and important use for athletics than just for the purpose of winning contests and producing the athlete. What young man can afford to neglect in his early life a training which tests as well as develops courage, strength, tenacity, endurance, rapidity, precision, foresight, self-assertiveness, and confidence in selfessential qualities to successful careers. A man who has never learned, forgotten how to play, or lost his interest in competitive sport, is one to be pitied. Let us learn how to play and follow our natural inclinations toward athletics when young that our youthful vigor may be retained though the years pass by. May the day soon come when every school will have its gymnasium, the playground, a graded system of athletics (that all may be able and encouraged to participate and not just the few) and other facilities which will encourage the proper athletic spirit among the young people of this city. Many are the grounds therefore upon which athletics are justified and any one of them should be sufficient to secure active support for athletics from every loyal Minneapolitan. CARLETON BURRIER The Football Games HE football season of 1907 was a very great success altho the championship was not won. South High has in the past produced some of the best football players of any Western High School. She has suffered some of the greatest hardships that has ever befallen a High School team. The last season opened with only three of the ”Sn men of 1906 back in the game and before the first practice game of the season was played, one of these, Arthur Straite, was lost to the team because Page fifty-one of an injury received on the school campus. This left but two men of the old team, Captain Flagstad, a member of the June Class of 1908, and Harry Zahner as a nucleus about which to mold a team that would be capable of placing South at the top of the list at the close of the season, thus upholding the good records made in athletics in previous years. The first two weeks of September, 1907, passed without a call for practice, owing to the fact that the Manager had been unable to secure a Coach. It was hoped that the Coach of the 1906 team, Jimmy Ellis, could be secured but he was out of town so it was necessary to look for someone else, but fortunately the look was not very prolonged as Mr. Carlton Burner, an Eastern man, now on the teaching staff of the city schools, came to our assistance. The Manager issued a call for players to which about forty responded but were lacking in football knowledge and togs. The latter were secured immediately but the former had to be left to the Coach, who was well able to handle that part of it. The squad was divided into three teams, one about as good as the other, but it was not long before two teams consisting of the best of the squads were formed. These two teams practiced day after day, the Coach shifting the men about from one team and one position to another so as to find out where each man could show his best qualities. The customary practice: falling on the ball, running, punting, drop-kicking and tackling were indulged in each afternoon of the week until the men became proficient in these lines. It was quite a while before any signal practice could be done as the field was not enclosed and it was difficulty to keep the spectators back. At this stage of the game Minnehaha Ball Park was secured and every day at three o’clock the teams representing the available material of the school could be seen, each man striving his best to secure a position on what he called the first team, altho none had been picked as yet, thus giving each and every man an equal opportunity. One cause why a school does not produce a better team than it does is owing to this, that the Coach picks a first team too early in the season, thus the men who are not selected lose hope and confidence and usually fail to put in an appearance for practice. Of course this is not the spirit that a student should show, but it is Page fifty-two more often the case than otherwise. This was not the case at South last season as Coach Burrier, by experience, had found out the proper methods of dealing with High School students. Consequently no team was picked until rather late in the season after each man had had a chance to show what he could do, and even then, later in the season, many changes were made. The first game was played on the St. Thomas grounds with the team representing that school, which ended with neither side scoring. This game put South stock up considerably as a good estimate of the playing qualities of individual man and team-work was displayed this early in the season. Nearly every man of the entire squad capable of playing ball was given an opportunity in this game, and Coach Burrier and the school were well satisfied with the result as it showed the dogged determination and perseverance of the men engaged. This game also showed that South had in Capt. Flagstad, a man who was worthy of the position and who was a tower of strength to the line. Many times he broke thru the opposing line and stopped play after play before they were fairly started, thus causing great annoyance to the opposite side and encouraging his own men to follow him and thus secure a victory. Altho the score does not denote a defeat for St. Thomas, it certainly was a victory for South. On the eleventh of October the team lined up against the East High School Team on the North High Athletic Field. A large gathering of supporters and interested men filled the grandstand. Long before the teams came onto the field cheers for the two schools filled the air, pennants waved to and fro, and everything indicated a good game. The players were soon upon the grounds and each team devoted some time to practice before the referee s whistle blew announcing that the game was on. The teams appeared to be pretty well matched as to weight, as they lined up for the kick-off, but before long it seemed as the South would be scored on repeatedly as the East team, after considerable playing, made a touchdown and kicked goal. The first half ended with this score, but with that determination to never give up, which has characterized South High teams in the past. The men went into the second half bent on securing their first victory. Never once during the Page fifty-three half was the South goal in danger as the men played fiercely, gain after gain was made around ends and thru the line until the ball was placed behind the goal-posts four times and Zahner kicked goal twice, besides making much of the ground that was gained on end runs and thru tackle. Wethall played well in the back-field, as did Groettum, a man new to football, but willing to learn and work. Of the linemen—Flagstad at center; Zahner and Solem at tackles—deserve credit; while Haverstock made several gains on end runs. The next Friday, St. Paul Central was taken on at Minnehaha Ball Park and after a hard fought contest with a seventy-five yard run thru the entire opposing team, from a punt, Haverstock secured a touch down but failed to kick goal. South was defeated by the referee making several bad decisions in favor of his, the St. Paul team, when South was very near the goal posts. A free-for-all fight was narrowly averted after the game and had the referee not made his escape when he did things would have ended different from what they did. A poorer specimen of sportsmen never represented a High School than the St. Paul Central Team of 1907. This was the roughest team that South played during the entire season. On October twenty-fifth, a day made for spectator as well as for player, South lined up against their old-time rivals, North High, on North High grounds. North had a team that is seldom to be found in a High School, both in weight and playing ability. Altho before the game the teams seemed evenly matched, but when they appeared on the field the South team looked like pigmies. The South men must have had stage fright or were alarmed at the size of their opponents for no resistance seemed to be offered to the terrible onslaught dealt them. A steady march up and down the field without the least thot of South scoring seemed to be the best way to tell the account of the game. North made touchdown after touchdown and did not fail to kick a single goal until the total figured fifty-seven to...........well, perhaps it is best to say little about this game, altho most of the men played good football, but the odds against them were too great. Williams and Jorgensen played at ends, while Zahner and Solem held the tackle positions well, Carpenter and Lundeen at guards and Capt. Flagstad at center, Paj?e fifty-four was not only a tower of strength in that capacity but helped the guards wonderfully. Haverstock played quarter thru most of the game but Savage, who went in during the last few minutes, showed that he was capable of running the team well. Downham, Wet-hall, Peterson, Sandy and Groettum played good but not up to standard. North high had a team that any school would be proud to be represented by and men composed it who are true sportsmen and bid fair to become participants in a faster company. For the next two weeks South practiced for the Minneapolis Central game which was scheduled for November eight at Nicollet Ball Park. What player was there at South who did not wait impatiently with a burning desire in his heart to play against the red and blue? What student was there not ready with megaphone, banner and lungs to do his or her share of the rooting? Of all games this one is looked forward to with great anticipation. It was an ideal day for football with the stands crowded and the band playing, students singing and cheering as the team came upon the field. The teams were pretty evenly matched, with the Central team a trifle in the advantage. The line-up had been changed considerably during the two weeks previous to the game. It proved the making of a better team. Nordstrom was at left end on offence and at hals on defence; Williams at right end ; Zahner and Johnson at tackles; Johnson taking Solem’s place as he was out with a lame knee; Lundeen and Carpenter at guards; and Capt. Flagstad, the old reliable, at center. In the backfield a greater change had taken place- Savage was at quarter; Sandy and Haverstock at halves; and Groettum at fullback. From the first whistle to the end of the first half the teams seesawed up and down the field, neither side being able to cross the opponents goal line, altho South made two attempts at field goal, she failed in both. Going into the second half, with a determination to defeat Central and with stick-to-it-ive-ness that wins, South ploughed the opposing line and soon when within striking distance of the goal, Haverstock was called on to drop-kick. The line held like a stonewall. The opposing line seemed to hesitate a moment until it was too late. The ball sailed thru the air on to its destination, squarely between Page fifty-five I the uprights, over the bar, a goal! South had defeated Central! but wait, the game is not yet over; the whistle blows once more and the ball is kicked off again. The battle rages! Central is gaining ground, yes, but the whistle blows again, the end of the game South 4; Central 0. Never were team and students more jubilant; never were team and students more sorrowful. South went home with a well earned victory as well as a great surprise. Central went home with defeat ringing in their ears. Savage proved himself a good field general and every man on the team earned his reward. The following week Pillsbury Academy was played at Nicollet Park and the red and black men by superior physical condition, owing to their fine training which they are able to secure, put another feather in their cap. The only score for South was made by Groettum, after several brilliant end runs and line plays. On the twenty-second of November, the students and faculty of the school gave to the team a most elaborate and finely appointed banquet at which all the defenders of South gave accounts of their experience with football teams and many of the teachers, students and interested business men, gave stirring speeches. Miss Georgie Morse capped the climax when she gave her toast, to the team of 1907. November twenty-third found the team at St. Cloud, where the high school team of that place was played but not defeated. It seems the twenty-three was for South. As manager, 1 wish to thank all who have seen fit to help make the season of 1907 a success. To the principal, Mr. Ozias, great thanks is due for the manner in which he helped the boys; for his interest in their work and his kind advice and ever ready willingness to do all in his power to stimulate clean, fair athletics and place South at top. The teachers we thank for the way they supported the players both in their studies and by attending the games and encouraging the student body to do its share in winning the games. And the students gave their hearty support in attending all games, thus making it possible to produce the team which was produced. To Coach PaKe fifty-six I HE FOOTBALL TEAM Johnson Peterson Downham Jorgenson Photu by l e Brm. Sandys Wethall Savage Solem Lundeen Carpenter Williams Haverstock Burrier. Coach Flaxstad. Capt. Zahner Groettum Nordstrom Carlton Burrier enough thanks cannot be given, for no High School Coach has ever done as much for a team and school as he did for South during the season of 1907. Shortly after the close of the season, the members who had earned the right of being classed regulars were banqueted by Coach Burrier at the West Hotel. After a most sumptuous dinner, the Coach, in an attractive and witty speech, told of the benefits of High School athletics; also athletics at South, how and why they should be encouraged. Several others spoke, among them the retiring captain, Carl Flagstad, who thanked all of the members for their hearty support and cooperation during the season. Harry Zahner, the all-star tackle and ground gainer, was elected to captain the 1908 team. To the following sixteen men, sweaters with the school insignia were given: Capt. Flagstad, Zahner, Williams, Carpenter, Lundeen, Solem, Nordstrom, Savage, Peterson, Groettum, Sandy, Bownham, Wethall, Johnson, Jorgensen and Haverstock. Success to the new captain is the wish of all. The regular team 1 wish to thank for the way in which they helped me to do my share of the work, and to those second team men and substitutes, who without ever intending to become a regular player, proved so valuable an assistance to the making of the team. Captain Carl Flagstad, one of the most consistent, earnest and hard working men that had ever donned moleskins on a High School team, has done much to bring South to the front. Never did he wait for another but plunged into the thickest of the fight, always willing to do more than his share of the work. Mr. Paul Sleeper also deserves thanks for his untiring efforts as assistant manager. It is now our desire that Captain Zahner and his team may attain even greater success in the year of 1908. EARL HAWTHORNE HAVERSTOCK Manager Page fifty-seven The Track Team T the first signs of awakening spring, 1908, the track team was again organized and put under the management of Wm. Farnquist. The Pills-bury House Gymnasium was secured as training quarters, and about thirty men began the long course of training. In the University and preparatory meet Haverstock carried off the highest honors for South, getting a first in the 60 yard dash and low hurdle heats and a third in each final. South received second place in this meet among the High Schools. Cross country running then was introduced to the High Schools, a sport which has never before been taken up and every South High athlete suddenly became interested in it. According to the enthusiasm shown in this sport South High will undoubtedly take the cross country honors well in hand. When the track enthusiasm was at its height, a new idea of having an inter class meet, was brought up before the school. Captains were chosen for the various teams and arrangements made for the meet. Among the candidates of whom good work is expected for theii class and school are as follows: Freshmen:—F. Savage, (capt.), C. Kittelson, J. Drew, H. Borgman. Sophomores:—F. Bruce, (capt.), Rueben Johnson, W. Flynn, S. Merril, F. Haverstock, E. Burgeson, O. Johnson. Juniors: H. Jorgenson, (capt.), C. Nordstrom, Wm. Farn- quist, J. Holstad, R. Haslund, J. Lundeen, F. Gilbert, C. Nelson. Seniors: O. Solem, (capt.), E. Haverstock, R. Groettum, S. Swenson, W. Pierson, H. Bjerke, W. Wethall, C. Peterson. A team will be picked from the winners of the class meet to represent South in the Interscolastic and Northwestern meets, which are to take place May 23rd and in June. With this abundance of new and old material South will certainly make good. W. F. Page fifty-eight The Baseball Team FTER baseball had deteriorated among the high schools in the last few years to practically nothing, an able leader, a good sport, and a lover of athletics, Carleton A. Burrier, by name, came forth and again put the great national game upon a firm basis; upon the high standard where this sport belongs. Mr. Burrier took the intiative at all meetings from the st rt and has settled satisfactorily all matters coming up. At the first meeting he summoned the managers and captains of the respective high schools of the city to a dinner in order to talk over the prospects of baseball for the coming season. Frequent meetings followed at which the subject was freely debated upon and motions were made for the adoption of a constitution, which were unanimously carried. At a final gathering, and in the presence of some of the members of the Board of Education, a constitution was adopted containing all of the clauses of a National League constitution. A schedule of games was also formed which later met with the disapproval of the several principals. A series of three games was to have been played with each high school, the same to be played on Wednesday and Friday afternoons. The midweek was contrary to the rules of the Board which prescribed that games could only be played on Fridays. This ruling was a severe blow to our hopes, but we were forced to comply. The organization was to be known as 11 The Minneapolis High School Baseball League. The Minneapolis Journal offers a trophy, to be the property of the team winning the most games, and gold medals, to be awarded to the players of the all-star team. The men who were responsible for this movement who established the principle which the schools will follow in the future, and to whom much credit is due, are Messrs. Carleton A. Burrier, Abe. A. Steinfeldt and Michael McCarthy, of South High; George Krough and Axel Johnson, of North High ; R. Doty and Eugene D. Page fifty-nine Mitchell, of East High ; and Howard Ross, of Central High. Mr. McMerny, of the Minneapolis Journal, is our press representative. At the time of the annual’s going to press. South High had played but a few games, and these only for practice. The first two games were with St. Thomas, a very strong team, which had, a few days previous to the game, beaten a professional baseball club. On the first day we were beaten 10 to I, while the second day they managed to score ten times to our two. This is not, however, a bad showing considering that half of our regular team lailed to appear and our line-up had to be completed with mediocre players. Even at that our boys played a snappy game, hit the ball hard and often, fielded surely but rather slowly and displayed a lot of ginger. The Macalester game was a disappointment for we were again beaten (20 to 0.) This time, as before, a majority of our regulars were absent, for our principal bat-breakers were under the impression that the game was to be called off because of unfavorable weather. The game with the MU. of M.,n which was to have followed, was called off on account of rain, as was also the East High game which was scheduled for the week following. The rain saved each team from a severe drubbing at our hands. Manager Steinfeldt is very optimistic regarding the prospects for a winning team this season. At the first call for candidates about forty men reported for practise, demonstrating that baseball enthusiasm was at fever heat. The complete roster of the South High team consists of: McCarty and Chellgards, pitchers; Williams and Holstead, catchers; Bathurst and Lawler, shortstops ; Sanborn and Solem, 1st basemen; Straite and McCarthy, 2nd basemen; Groettum, 3rd baseman; Steinfeldt, Jay, Peterson, Thorpe and Solem, out-fielders. —A. A. S. Pajje sixty Jay THE BASEBALL TEAM Ness Solem McCarty. Capt. Sanborn Thorpe Steinfeldt, Mgr. Strait Williams Lawler Holstead The Girls’Basket Ball Team HE South High Girls Basket Ball squad started the season with most brilliant prospects. With a nucleous of several players of the previous year’s championship team, with a large amount of good material, with Miss Ring for a captain and Miss Gaghagen for a coach, the championship of the cities seemed certain. Practice was begun early and when the first game was played, Dec. 19, 1907, Miss Gaghagen had worked together a very strong team. The first game, however, went against them. The Aggies won by a very narrow margin, 16 to I 7. From that time to the end of the season, with but two exceptions, the South High team had one continual line of victories, the first team of the University of Minnesota being one of the victims. South was badly beaten but once, when Central ran up a score of 29 to 9. Their other defeat was at the hands of Stanley Hall, a very close game with a final score of 8 to 5. Too much cannot be said about the work of Miss Gaghagen, who made the team what it was. She willingly gave up two afternoons of every week to attend the practices, and gave much time also to the managing of the team. In this duty she was most ably assisted by the work of Mr. Savage, the manager. Line-up for the Central game: R. F. Mabel Abrahamson S. F. Cecil Smith, Hazel Weedel R. G.—Ethel Ring S. G.—Inez McNaughton, Cecil Smith C.- Bessie Delvin —C. S. H. Page sixty-two Girls’ Basketball Team Photo by (•nlling and Hesse Miss Gaghagen, Coach Mary Aldrich Mabel Abrahamson Irene Ritter Hazel Weedel Inez McNaughton Cecil Smith Margery Duffy, Mascot Bess Delvin Page sixty-three Social Functions E do not boast of the countless numbers of out social affairs ; we rather boast of the excellence of each of the functions participated in by the students of South High in the past school year. First on our list of the more important comes the Football Banquet, given by the students of South High to the members of the football team. It was given at the close of the season, (Nov. 22, 1907,) at Donaldson’s Tea Rooms. The evening was an entire success from the very beginning. The evening itself was exceptionally fine; the dinner was exceptionally fine; and last, but fully as important, the toasts and speeches were exceptionally fine. Albert Hillman, president of the January class of 07, presided as toast-master. Among those who spoke were: Supt. Jordan, Director W. K. Hicks, Prof. Ozias, Mr. Leary, Coach Burrier, Prof. Cook and Miss Klampe of the faculty, and many of our prominent students, members of the A. A., and players of our team. Everything combined to make the evening so enjoyable that its memories will linger long with South High and her friends. The next occasion worthy of a special mention in our volumn of 08, was the informal given by the Alumni Association of South High School, at Mrs. Noble s hall, the evening of Feb. 28, 1908, The hall is one of the most beautiful in the city and altho not exceptionally large was not uncomfortably crowded and a very pleasant evening resulted. Our last and possibly most important affair of the year (up to the time of sending our copy to press) was the Alumni Junior Reception, given by the Junior class of South High for the Seniors of ’08. The Reception was given Friday evening, April 24, 1908, at the Masonic Temple, the only hall procurable which would accomodate so large an assemblage. Few apparently were daunted by the rainy evening and the hall was well filled despite the unfavorable weather. The music, refreshments, etc., were very good. We will not dwell, for want of space, upon the decorations - let it suffice Page sixty-four to say that they were beyond comparison. Harry G. Higgins, of the Alumni, was master of ceremonies, and the patrons and patronesses present were Prof, and Mrs. A. N. Ozias and Prof. W. A. Westerson. Many others were unable to attend because of the disagreeable weather. Do not let our reader suppose that the activities of South High have been limited to the above. Far from it! We have in fact had the usual roller skating cotillions, two of which were given by the A. A. We have not sufficient space to dialate upon roller skating, but that will be unnecessary for our last cotillion, given at the Casino, Friday, March 13, 1908, will remain permanently fixed in the minds of all those present who, no doubt, will tell of it to other classmen, and they to yet others, and thus it will go down in history as one particularly bright spot in the memories of Sunny South. We will not speak of our sleigh ride parties for, alas, they failed to materialize because of unfavorable weather, lack of snow and a few other minor, yet aggravating mishaps, and so they existed only in the minds of South siders. We do, however, wish to speak a word as to future events which we hope will be among the true bright spots of our class memories. We will probably have the usual Senior picnic and an informal, and the evening of the 22nd of May, we hope to present our class play, The Snowball at East High Auditorium and we hereby extend a cordial invitation to all our friends to be present and applaud our success or mourn our fall. THE CAST Felix Fea'herstone, a practical Joker Uncle John, who does not understand Harry Pendergast, who does Saunders, a man servant Mrs. Featherstone, who presses the joke Ethel Granger, an innocent victim Penelope, the avenging venus Clyde W. Winkleblec John A. Dahl Paul G. Smith Guy W. Johnson Georgie M. Morse Alice Chase Grace A. Lang P. G. S. Pane sixty-five Class Poem Hark ye! List ye! and 1 will tell you How it happened long ago; How they came here, what they did here; Everything you wish to know. Twas in clear, sweet, warm September, When the fields are ripe with corn. There came a message to each member Bidding him ready the next morn. So they came in worthy numbers To that great old South High School. Books in hand, no thought of slumbers. For they must learn every rule. Oh they studied night and morning, Not one thought to idle play. Gave heed to the teacher’s warning, Thought green just as nice as gray. Until ere they fully knew it, Someone whispered in their ear, Hannibal is dead and buried ! You’ll be Sophomore’s next year! Suffer more? oh, no, they did not; Geometry was just like fun ; German’s umlaut and it’s ablaut Were as easy as to run. Lincoln’s speeches are not needy ; Let brave Caesar have full sway, Said they, Veri, vidi, vici !M And then put their books away. Pagre sixty-six For they now were jolly Juniors, Football was their greatest aim. What if they should get a zero If they could but win the game! And the halls were gay with laughter. Gleeful voices thru them rang. History had for them no terrors French, they said, is but a sham. French verbs are by far much easier Than the tugs of basket ball; For we just say 'Bon jour, monsieur,' Then hope that he’ll not on us call. Oh their days were full of sunshine, One o’clock tea they often had ; For alas sometimes a Kindlein Forgot what the teacher said. All they knew I could not tell you ’ Fwas enough to make a hit, And they well knew how to argue For they learned it at the Lit. Ferns and mosses were their treasures And much other precious dope; For they must needs take their measures Only through the microscope. But at last their august sisters Sweet farewells to them did say, And they knew that they were Seniors For full many a long day. Now they walk with solemn faces Through the halls of South High School Page sixty-seven Wishing from each one his good graces Turning in at dear A Room. Here they work as old De Soto Great discoveries for to make, nSceptemur agendo is their motto, Honor to get for merit’s sake. For their school days now are numbered At that dear old S. H.S. Before long they all will wander Into unknown wilderness. Now we ask dear Alma Mater, When we all are gray and old, Don’t forget, oh please remember We are those, the blue and gold. Leave a corner on your hearthrug, Place a welcome at your gate, For your once much erring Seniors For the class of 19-8. BORGH1LD M. DAHL Page sixty-eight Mother Goose Revised Trot, trot across the street to buy a nickel pie. Trot, trot back again, oh, so good ! oh my, Give Paul a bite and Walter too, and don’t forget dear John. Then trot, trot back again our little pie’s all gone. Miss Clara, so sweet, sat in her seat Studying history and Lit, When along came Bill Swan and talked oh so long, That she did not study one bit. There once was a guy and what do you think ? He lived on the strangest of vituals and drink. He said, I will eat to grow tall, that I will,11 And if he’s not perished he’s growing up still. As Ruth Noreen and Howard Were walking out one Sunday, Said Ruth Noreen to Howard, Tomorrow will be Monday. The botany class has missed a wee lass And don’t know where to find her; But never you fear— Ad. will soon reappear With Irene Ritter behind her. Upon my hon, Our good friend John Made quite a famous hit. You ask me how? 1 tell you now— This pictures they were it. No more no less Six score, ah ! yes They are so great to see. Think what they’re meant To represent You’ll quite agree with me. Page seventy Little Lillie Apelt, Running out the door, Wonder what she's up to? Skippin’ history four. Abraham Steinfeldt, with all his high airs; Abraham Steinfeldt tumbled down stairs! But all of the laughter and jollity then Helped to put Abe together again. Sing a song of Abraham, with Ada by his side; Sing a song of Jacobs, with Morse and Ralph besides; And when the song is over, thru fair or gloomy weather. Did you ever chance to wonder why they always stick together ? When Otto was a Freshie, My he did study tho; But since he is a Senior, He let’s his lessons go. See! See ! What shall 1 see ? Joseph’s head where his feet ought to be. Lessons! lessons! go away; Come again some other day, Little Bjarne wants to play. Charley loves to think he’s good, But Charley is a dandy! For when it comes to fiddling. Our Charley is quite handy. Paul-a-dandy! Jack'a-spandy! Likes nice girls and sugar candy. When he sees them at recess he’ll stop, Get some sweets, and away go hop, hop, hop. MINERVA Fane seventy-one Extra!! All About the Return of the South High Fleet! 1NNEAPOLIS, June 2. — The South High fleet steamed into the harbor to-day, where it was greeted by hundreds of people, who have been patiently waiting for its coming. The fleet left in 1904 and have had a rather calm journey. Some of the ships first anchored at Beck Bay, while others went on a little farther to Dorr Harbor. After peacefully cruising around at these places for two years importing Latin, English Composition, Algebra, Drawing, and English Grammar, they again joined forces and headed for the stormy capes of Kerr. Here they encountered the cliffs of Cicero and the whirlpools of Botany. These compelled them to stay longer than they desired. They then sailed for the island of Watts, where such tranquility reigns. Icebergs, looking like bits of paper from a distance, were always floating on the waters surrounding this island, and these disturbed Admiral Watts so greatly, that she, together with some of the sailors, attempted to clear the ocean of them, but in vain, for they were replaced by others the next day. The stormy Chemistry, Civics and Geometry winds impeded their course the last year, but this fleet was not to be overcome by such trifles and it surmounted all the difficulties. Three cheers and a tiger for South High Fleet of‘08! May it ever have such calm and profitable voyages! EBBA M. NORMAN Page seven ty-t wo The Road to Tomorrow If our dreams were only true, ah! yes and if we could but see Into the distant future what we were all to be! This wish breathed 1 as lone 1 sat when lo, it seemed to me, 1 was treading the road to tomorrow, and seeing what I’d longed to see. First I saw our friend John Dahl, a dancing master smart. Who tried to do the Barn Dance stunt—he had it all by heart. You all remember John, I’m sure; he always rushed the girls. Imagine then our old John D. performing magic whirls. Then Miss Henderson passed by with large scrolls under her arm, 1 was told she was going to the mother’s club, where all her manner and charm Had made her presiding officer, and that day she was to read A paper treating on the thot that Women should always lead. Next 1 saw Theadora Aase in her own style so dainty and sweet, A housewife, a kind, loving maiden, her home so tidy and neat. She awaited no former vocation but answered her duty’s first call, To be the world’s ideal housewife and live happily ever withal. Miss Lillian Apelt was chief say of a matrimonial bureau. She answered the plea of the heart-sick; she restored loves of long ago; And so busy was she with these questions and letters that oft to her came. She scarcely had time to eat, drink or sleep for fear she’d delay the • whole game. Otto Doeltz was boss barber, he knew the art so well, That everyone went to him to try to bribe him to tell. Guy was sent to congress, a great favorite was he, Who strode the world like a colossus as one could easily see. Mr. Richard Groettum is jack-of-all trades and master of all. From reading, adding, debating, down to playing ball. Laura Hartman, Scientist, gave a series of lectures grand, 7 ravelling round from town to town, it was the best of its kind in the land. Pajte seventy-three Miss Frieda Beck will demonstrate the art of the marseille wave. If you’ll visit her hair-dressing rooms, or any other style you would brave. Mr. Lyons I saw by the papers was head of the railroad trust. Here’s to your fortune, Leslie, if only the work don’t bust. Uncle Sam required the services of Miss Marquis, As the government’s French translator. Did you like it? Oui, oui, oui. Constance Marsh was leader of Women Suffragettes. Faith Leonard was the leader of a cotillion most correct. Buford J. and George J. went partnership in law. Flagstad one day left this part and settled in Utah, Was elected to the Senate. He had wives twenty-three; How he could ever stand it is more than 1 can see. Dear little Helen Mayo! what became of her? She was an old man’s darling, for she married a millionaire ? After conflicting emotions, Ruth Noreen had settled down, To be a good, old farmer’s wife, just fifteen miles from town ; And in the summer garden so successful was she found, That all the house-wives envied her for many miles around. Miss Marshall was the leader of women’s latest fashion! Absolute in what she said; she gave out styles most dashing. Miss Baird was private secretary, and to whom do you think it should be ? No other than that far-famed personage, the Honorable John Dooley. Harold Brown made posters and bill-boards ; they surely were great. They were used all over the country ; he went at a tremendous rate. James Roberts, most profoundly enrapt in study brown, Has solved the problems of this life and set his views all down; So we have Robert’s essays, philosophy and style. He is a great authority on the way that you should smile. Ada Selcer, too, was a thinker so very deep and profound ! The answer to the whys and wherefores of life she claims that she has found. Hannah Peterson went out west to amuse herself I heard : To raise onions and drive cattle as free as any bird. Miss Quilty had been left by will a real menagarie. Page seventy-four Miss Enns was a Latin teacher, as wise as she could be. Miss Ebba Norman, a high school teacher, if you please Was teaching Norman’s Rhetoric with an air of familiar ease. I took a trip to the Vaudeville and there saw Clarence Peterson, Juggling so swiftly, so lightly a juggler, so great, on my hon. The next one whom 1 saw was Walt; they say he was the matinee idol; His acting so charming, so winning, that great were the honors for Wethall. Alice Chase was the star actress of the whole American stage; As clever, bright and winning as any of her age. I heard that the Honorable Paul Smith had won a grand renown By playing dramas from Shakespeare and Ibsen all the way down ; But that night we heard Smith singing Coon songs, clever and bright. He sang so fine, they want him to stay and sing all night. I scarce believed my eyes when I beheld Miss Fisher then Appear upon the stage as a young comedian. She showed some tasty fun and wit and humor too, likewise; This one comedian this earth can surely call a prize. Miss Roedell, as Madame Squalleenac, brought unprecedented fame By her melodies and screeching—great was Olivia’s name. Joseph Flahavan bounded forward, an Olympian acrobat; For, tho he was a druggist, he still had knack at that. And Charles Lamp was the leader of a band of noted players. In motion, style and manner he had the Oberhoffer airs; Never did band produce such sounds as that one did that night. Nor, altogether did you ever see such a strange and wonderful sight. Just as I filed out, I spied a sign, your fortune on your hand, Told by Morse Rosen, Palmist, the greatest one in this land ; Before you leave this town you should come and visit me. Come and make a visit, ladies hands a specialty! Another sign my eye caught was Hosenpud,Stocks and Bonds; Then I saw Milton Lundquist on his daily usual rounds, A big and burly policeman, in his suit of blue and brass; Ever elert and right on time to make you keep off the grass. Would you ever believe it when you hear that our friend Inez Brown Took up a claim out West and went to settle down To live the simple Western life, to scorn all pomp and style; Pane seventy-five To win a handsome Cheyenne in the sweet, sweet bye and bye. Miss Sogarden had departed to be a school ma’am bright; To thrash the little hopefuls if they did not go aright. Irene Ritter was always lucky; she inherited a vast estate. She simply lived, ate, drank and slept at the usual ordinary rate. Clara Peterson went abroad as companion to Milady To read, to talk, to chat with her, she was always ready. A bookkeeper bright was Hildur, as active and quick as could be; She could add sixty columns of figures in the time you could count three. 1 bumped right into Michael! Why, McCarthy, how do you do ? I’m an advertising solicitor, said he, We’ve got some great hustling to do ? Alma Olimb never believed in co-ed—now she could show it too, For she founded a school for the girls, just girls, to prove what it would do. May Johnson was the teacher of mathematics there; The school was always kept with all its former care. Way down South in Africa amid the Hottentots, Glendora Gaus was preaching on broad, wide, open lots The need of physical training, the art of oratory ; So just a little more to add to civilization’s story. Miss Keeler was a governess, so very, very shy, That when her pupil popped the quiz she humbly said oh, my ! Which goes to answer very well—Frances Frederickson Was giving airs and songs to be re-told on the graphophone. Way out West in Idaho a cowboy rode away Fast as he could, Harry Hanson it was, whoop ! whoop ! hooray ! To convert the gentile was the task of Miss Maybelle Youngdahl, Together with Hazel Wallin, who went to down the base idol The Chinese people worshipped and great was the praise of their work; For never on any occasion were they known their duty to shirk. When someone called, Ho ! there Louise, how do the Injuns act ? I learned that Miss Zignego superintended an Indian tract, Laid aside for school and for the education of the Red. Selma Ness, as cooking-school boss, was always quite well fed. Caruso number two indeed was Mister Winkleblec; I'aKe seventy-six A most famous opera singer and none his course could check. Perry Walton owned an air-ship and was going to give a race! 1 saw them as they were just ready to go from their starting place. And oh, by the way, Abe Steinfeldt was a dealer in fine cloths, Successor to Harry Mitchell; just a trifle higher, then, his nose. Alas! for Marjorie Pulford, no one knows just where she flew! Tis said she eloped in an air-ship, but 1 cannot vouchsafe that it’s true. Thompson took it easy without a trial or care; He made a great success in life and was a millionaire. 1 said goodbye to Adelaide for she was leaving that day, To take her seat in congress, A woman Suffragette, they say. Sidel Swenson made his living by sketching new cartoons ; By prophesying coming days and arranging the new moons. 1 did not see Bjarne Washmuth at all, for a smart globe-trotter was he. He was taking a walking tour, I heard, thru every country. 1 read in the paper all the good work Naomi Lenander had done, To further humanity’s interest, she was the most philanthropic one. Mr. Hixon passed by with a telescope and often stared at the skies; One could soon find out that he’d become a prof, in astronomy so wise. Miss Cheatham tried her best to sell her book on Botany; As from door to door she travelled with her little speech to say. A principal of a high school Lizzie Dahl was found to be ; She believed in spare the rod and spoil the child, with great severity. Everywhere I saw on sale some new invention clever, Which bore the patent of Danielson, a remarkable genius endeavor. But what of John McHardy ? Well, his fate it was to be A far-off Klondyke seeker for gold and riches, he. Tis said that for ten blessed years he had not come back here. He’d written home to say that he was wealthier every year. Florence Nightingale has at last had a revival for patient, loving, kind. Helen Harrison at the head of a Training school you would find ; In her nurse’s cap and gown so neat, she’s welcomed by all who knew her. Helen lives on in her noble work and there is no one truer. Miss Terning and Miss Pardoe together went to this school, P«Ke seventy-seven Where Helen Harrison verily showed the nurses’ golden rule. 1 rode on the car for three cents and 1 heard one wise man say, Good for our Alderman Ben. Swanson, we can ride for three cents today. I met a prof, with a learned air, nose pinchers and a wig; I learned that he was the prof, of geom. and had the big-head big; And when he spoke 1 recognized Bill Swan that had once been, Swan’s New Method was the book they used in high schools then. As you’ll guess in a twinkling, Miss Barret, with her dignified business-like air, Was a type-type-tap-tap-type-tap to a wealthy old millionare. A thoroly worthy proofreader, Miss Birgilen had become, And she was so capable ever that things for her always did hum. A travelling medical specimen in the rural district lugs His little grip of bottles, bandages, herbs and drugs. Often called in time of need, sought for far and wide; Doc Brugger is the one by whose opinion they’ll abide. Ray Carpenter, a sailor lad so merry and so true; You’ll scarcely know your classmate in his bonny suit of blue. Then forward comes Miss Borghild Dahl to advocate women’s right, With her argument of woman’s power, strength and might; And as she goes from place to place to make these speeches grand, She’s the strongest leader of women in this land. A word and a hand-shake with Peters, now a retired, old bach ; Gertrude Ebel as his housekeeper, ’twas whispered they’d make a fine match. Miss Hanson was a good business woman, reliable, always correct. Miss Jones, ever an old maid, wrote on the blessings of her sect. Edith Cass had just succeeded Polly Pen and Peggy Pinn ; She had to write to humor the most capricious whim, So yery correct in style, That when she passed, we wonder if we had used the right smile. Howard Downham had taken a trip to the North Pole, then. And was giving illustrated lectures on all that he had seen. Miss Fuller said that she was selling a new kind of soap ; To hustle and sell a hundred bars a day was her chief hope. We found Lillie Lee, amidst her art and clay. Page seventy-eight Puttering and modeling; it seemed to her mere play; But there were some noteworthy pieces to be found among them all. We are truly indebted to Lillie s work most highly worthy withal. Just around the corner was a little candy store. Which Elsie Fastenau kept all alone; this was her work, no more. A happy old maid was Elsie, sunshiny, loving and kind ; She was the most contented of any that we could find. Verna Olaison was head milliner with her styles so tasty and neat. Her specialty was the Sad Bachelor Hat” which surely no one could beat. Pater Jacobs had fulfilled Goldsmiths character ideal. He was a priest, a father a husbandman, we know him for his zeal. Rudolph drove an auto, you can guess that he made a noise. Harry Olson was riding master in an academy for boys. Joseph Goetzenberger had made a wonderful compound, And then secured a patent for this tonic that he had found. I noticed a tall slender person with youngsters at her heel; Ethel Hughes! a kindergarten teacher; how glad it made me feel To see her once again and ask where all the others were, To see the way the little ones all still clung to her. She told me that in a private school, newly built in the East. Ruth Geddes was the matron, to say she was kind is least. Ethel Ring with all her graces was head of the athletic part And coach of the basket ball team; she really was quite smart. Alfreda Johnson, preceptress put forth the no-breakfast plan. And said that you should exercise and diet all you can. Grace Lang, she said, was Madame Savante, who could go ahead and see What there was before us, for a trance medium was she. Allen Hull, the editor met us then and said, Who said Holstrom was painless? 1 thot I'd lose my head. And he put his hand up to his face in mortal agony. Alma Holstrom was a dentist, and strictly painless. See! Ethel, 1 asked, What became of Estelle and Mary Diesen? Why, they are now swell dressmakers, always right in with the season. And Almeda! Bless you, she is now writing the swellest poetry Page seventy-nine Which Ethel Quickert sets to tune. They’ve won great popularity. 1 wonder if the weathei man will make it rain today? Ethel laughed and said, Weather lady you should say, For Georgie Morse now has the say of the government bureau, But the paper hasn’t come out yet, so I’m sure that I don’t know. And while I wondered strangely, 1 found myself alone Sitting where 1 had been, just a very short time ago. I rubbed my eyes. How strange it seemed! I knew not what to say. I had taken the Road to Tomorrow, Now 1 had to come back to Today. MINERVA Afv'vta Page eighty The Graduates Theodora Aase Florence Baird Hiram Brugger Edith Clarice Cass Alice Chase Peter Danielson Lizzie Dahl Otto Doeltz Gertrude Evangeline Ebel Edna L. Enns Joseph Charles Flahavan Frances Frederickson Velma Fuller Glendora Alice Gaus Ruth Northrup Geddes Joseph J. Geotzenberger Harry Hanson LATIN COURSE Helen Harrison Charles Swain Hixon Alma Nordene Holstrom Ethel Margaret Hughes Aaron Jacobs Alfreda Hilda Johnson Buford Paul Johnson George Edwald Johnson May Lillian Johnson Florence A Keeler Grace Adell Lang Naomi Marie Lenander Faith Leonard Milton C. Lunquist Frank Leslie Lyons Athena Marie Martin Helen Louise Mayo Selma Ness Ebba Marie Norman William M. Peters Marie Louise Quilty Almeda Rhymer Ethel Grace Ring Irene L. hitter James Roberts Ada Selcer Marie Beatte Sogarden William Joseph Swan I. Benjamin Swanson Sidel Bernhardt Swenson Adelaide Swinburne Hazel Wallin Mabel C. Youngdahl Louise Marie Zignego Inez M. Brown Bertha Emily Cheatham Borghild Margarethe Dahl Mary Olgo Diesen Elsie Fastenau Estelle Lorraine Finnberg C. Harriet Fisher Abraham A. Howard W. Downham Carl A. Flagstad Richard Ellert Groettum Zora Berta Henderson LITERARY COURSE Alma Hanson Laura Josephine Hartman Amy Julia Jones Lillie Constance Lee Antonia Emma Marquis Contance M. Marsh Florence Marshall |. Steinfeldt Anna Marie ENGLISH COURSE Ralph Hosenpud Allan Paul Hull Georgie May Morse John Alexander McHardy Ruth A. Noreen Verna Josephine Olaison Almo Josephine Olimb Hannah Pederson Clara Marie Peterson Marjorie Louise Pulford Olivia Mae Roedell Terning Carl Harry Olson Florence Marie Pardoe Maurice Calvin Rosen Bjarne Wasmuth MAN UAL TRAINING COURSE John Arthur Dahl Perry Walton Charles Joachim Lamp Walter Goodwin Wethall COMMERCIAL COURSE Frieda Dean Beck W'illis Ray Carpenter Julia Ann Barret Adelaide von Birgelen James Harold Brown Guy Uri Johnson Michael Matt. McCarthy Amanda Hildur Olson Rudolph Opsal Clarence Cyrus Peterson Ethel M. Quickert Paul Goodwin Smith Thomas Thompson Clyde W. Winkleblec Page eighty-one r V . •