South High School - Tiger Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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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

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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

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 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