South High School - Tiger Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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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

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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