South High School - Tiger Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

Text from Pages 1 - 72 of the 1909 volume:

f h'r i k r: • - .V • • . •• • A V 4 : s . • 4 «■ I t SPEC COLL SOUTH HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL Published by the Senior Class --of 1909 ===== We, the class of 1909, wish to express, however inadequately, our appreciation to PROF. JOSEPH E. JORGENS To him, whose keen interest and ever ready helping hand in every phase of school life has been a source of inspiration and uplift during our last year, we dedicate this annual. et tbe appreda tion of right tbeals manifest itself at our South Ibigh in faithful application to stub , in earnest anb vigorous strife on the pla grounb or on the rostrum, in true courtesy to our companions, in fairness to our competitors, in lo = alt to ourselves, our ctt£ beautiful, anb our country. 3- ]£. 3orgens. THE EDITORIAL STAFF REUBEN A. JOHNSON ASSOCIATE EDITORS Ethel Keatley Imadee Fraiken Fannie Parker Winifred Swift Editor EVELYN PETERSON LESLIE W. FOSTER Art Business Manager Ye Editors’ Invocation vF OUR delightful school days, and the fruit Of South High learning tree, whose mortal taste Brings light into the world, and all our joys With loss of lessons, till some teacher great Flunk us, then we regain the passing mark Sing. Heav’nly Muse, that in the ample seats Of A room, or of B room, didst inspire Those writers, who first told the graduates In the beginning, how the senior class Came out of South High, or, if essay work Delight thee more, and poetry that flow’d Fast from the pen of the author, we thence Invoke thy aid to our adventurous book. That with no middle flight intends to soar Above all annuals, while it pursues Things oft attempted now in prose or rhyme. And chiefly thou, O Reader, that dost prefer Before all novels, th’ upright book and pure Peruse this, for thou know’st, thou from the first May’st read it, and with mighty mind devoted Owl-like, set brooding o’er its mighty depths. And learn its contents, what in it is dark Pass over, what is good read and enjoy That from the leaves of this great argument I hou may’st extract sufficient mental food To justify the price of it to men. — 1 he Editors. (With apologies to Milton’s “Paradise Lost.’’) Page Nine A Parting Word [HIS message to the June Class of 1909, comes from a full heart to a group of young people peculiarly endeared to me by unusually long and close relations. Together we have studied literature, “the expression in memorable poetry and prose, of life and character,” during the junior and senior years of the high school course. This is the period when the student is awakening to the meaning and possibilities of life; and when he is interpreting character in the light that student and teacher together create. If the student is preparing at all seriously for a useful and happy future; if he is working consistently to that end; and if he is in sympathy with his teacher, the bonds uniting them will be as strong and enduring as life itself. My experience and my heart both inspire me with confident love for this class of 1909. I believe that our Salmagundi Club has developed practical power in its members that promises able, honorable, loyal, and patriotic citizens to our community. Symbolic of fine scholarship and inspiring personality, the Salmagundi banners, held by several of our members, will always float backward to the South High School, but their standards will be recognized as belonging to the wide world for which they strengthened us. Loving sympathy expressed in word and deed, is characteristic of this class, and it must add much to the happiness and brightness of the world when as individuals it has carried its spirit into many social centers. Lest this tribute seem to idealize this fine class more than is just to their human imperfections, let me say, that I have in mind two children who described the same garden. To the one, “Every rosetree had long cruel thorns upon it.” To the other. “Every thornbush had lovely roses growing on it!” I believe with Emerson that every act of the man inscribes itself in the memory of his fellows and in his own manners and face, and my interpretation of the character of the class of ’09 has been but the reading of their “own manners and faces.” Their ideals are sometimes set about by the thorns of thoughtlessness, but the beautiful rose, the noble ideal, is the true character. —Ella W. Bucknam. 'Page Ten Thirty-Six Braves AKE them without the time-honored, worn out feathers and war paint, without the rusty, rasping arrow-heads so generously aimed in their direction, and we have a brave, noble band of warriors, clad in the panoply of Justice and Fair-dealing. They are the representatives of the Latin, English, Commercial, and many other distinct tribes, all united under one great chieftain, who, tho young, yet firm and brave, leads them on to victory. Theirs is a long, monotonous, never-ending campaign; for Ignorance is on the warpath, and is ever escaping the arrows of Perseverance, Intelligence, and Reason, so carefully aimed in his direction. But with brave hearts and unflinching courage the warriors keep up the fight. Many scalps are taken, and many glorious victories won,—victories not for themselves but for us and for our fellow citizens. Our work is not to criticise or condemn, nor to be unappreciative or indifferent; but to perform our parts loyally and without grudge. It is for us to inspire the noble heroes; to applaud at their achievements; to give them the glory that is rightfully theirs; and. with joyful pride, to place a wreath of laurel leaves above everyone of the thirty-six noble brows. —A Scout. Page Eleven ROY H. HAZLUND. Pres. ’09 Class. Page Twelve ’09 Class Officers President . Roy H. Hazlund Vice-President Ethel Keatley Secretary Ruth Limond 1 reasurer . Edwin Larson Sergeant-at-Arms Paul Sleeper $$$ The Notables Valedictorian ..... ETHEL KEATLEY Salutatorian . MARGARET CORKREY Class Motto—Nulli Sccundus. Class Colors—Blue and Cold. Page Thirteen ETHEL KEATLEY Valedictorian Page Fourteen MARGARET CORKREY Salutatorian Our H onor Roll In our school-room bright and cheery, where the sunlight played at will. And the soft winds sighing gently, wooed out upon the hill. There were written in two columns, two together in a line. Names of boys and girls, on the honor roll of the class of 1909. First in line comes Ethel Keatley, Ethel always prime and sweet. That her very charm would gladden, every one she chanced to meet. Try your best to tease or “guy” her, she could quickly tell the sign. But of this I’ll tell the reason—she heads the class of 1909. Evelyn Peterson laughing sweetly, when others played or worked. She by some strange means or other not a task or duty shirked. When the marks at last were counted, she was found right up in line. And she’s on this very honor-roll, in the class of 1909. Carrie Lajord and Beulah Barnes, two tried friends as time will show. Always with their heads together, heeded neither friend or foe. They are students of first order; high the ladder they will climb. Reaching up to fame’s great temple—Oh! the class of 1909. But the corner of the school-room where sport and mirth seemed best of all, Was a place wherein were seated Imadee Fraiken and Ethel Fall. Keen of wit and short of stature, when to play they did incline They were shielded by the others in the class of 1909. From one corner smiled upon us, one in majesty so great. Large and strong and tall of stature—a foot-ball hero of ’08, Reuben Johnson, you will remember, was a hero true and fine. And we welcome him among us, in the class of 1909. Ethel von Birgelen and Carrie Loken, maidens thoughtful and sedate. Not a speck of noise or racket did they make with book or slate. Always in their lessons did they both with glory shine. They will always do great credit to the class of 1909. Carla Jules and Ethel Little, two dear members of our class. Who to all of you are familiar—each is a winsome little lass. Soft of voice and sweet of nature, by each face you’ll see the sign Why we’re glad to have them with us in the class of 1909. Jasper Gibbs, our ardent classmate, tackled things of brilliant hue, And always came out victor in the things he tried to do. He will always be found ready—never once behind the time; He has mastered all his lessons, in the class of 1909. Then there follows two dear classmates, Elsie Gronvall and Ruth Smith, Who would laugh and talk and giggle, till dear teacher took a “fit.” They were bright and earnest students, had their lessons always fine. We are proud to have them with us, in the class of 1909. By herself off in a corner where the chances were but few To engage in any mischief, but with lots of work to do, Agnes Conroy, a girl of merit, digging still in learning fine. Had her seat and learned her lesson, with the class of 1909. Page Sixteen Monsie Harmon and Margaret Anderson on this roll have found a place; Each has culled her tedious lesson, leaving many a pleasant trace. Every day we felt in fervor, on our lips to catch the sign. When our teacher softly whispered, “Slumber, sweet poor 1909.” To our teachers, friends and school board, who have stood so nobly by. While we’ve labored thru our lessons, I will fondly say “good-bye.” I have tried your love and patience by this little rhyme of mine; But you must bestow your censure, in the class of 1909. —M. A. C. Page Seventeen The Auditorium HERE has been considerable agitation of late in South Minneapolis, for increased facilities at South High School. It is not necessary to elaborate upon all of the needs; the total inadequacy of the school to expeditiously handle the large and increasing number of pupils, has often been dwelt upon. The ludicrous aspect of holding classes on stair landings has doubtless caused many a member of the St. Paul School Board to nudge his fellow member in the ribs and chuckle over it. The hardest blow of all, however, was received when South High was officially guillotined by the School Board, who deprived it of its auditorium, by cutting that up into recitation rooms by means of screens. Estimated by Miss Kerr’s “Higher Algebra,” the process of inequalities in particular, it is found that a school without an auditorium is running at about fifty per cent of the efficiency it should have under the present regime, an “esprit de corps'’ is an unknown quantity. Pupils enter the school in the morning, go into their seating rooms, manage to recite four or five periods, then depart for home, naively unconscious that they are members of a vast organization. This process is continued indefinitely, resulting in a listless student body. With a brand new auditorium of ample dimensions and attractive appearance, what a change would take place! Once more could the pupils assemble before football games, practice vigorous yells, and sing songs that make the blood tingle,—such songs as only Harry Collins can write. Then, indeed, would South support its champions on the athletic field, in a manner that would make the other schools turn green with jealousy. Debaters par excellence, such as Nyvall, Kohn, Rauch and Company would have suitable practice for presenting irresistible arguments. Lower classmen would become interested in debate work, enter enthusiastically into it, and South High would soon be the proud possessor of the trophy emblematic of debating superiority. Page Eighteen The Salmagundi Club, the oasis of the senior English desert, could be made to include the entire school, and the programs be given periodically. Ability to speak with force and ease would be developed, and greater enthusiasm for English work would be felt by all students. No longer would it be necessary to journey across the river to see Miss Fish’s skillfully directed actors present their plays, but they could be given to greater advantage among familiar surroundings. The graduating exercises could be given at home. All the possible benefits are far too numerous to mention. With a new auditorium, now unattainable, improvement would take place among the pupils and be manifested in every department of school activities. If “Minneapolis makes good”; here is an opportunity. Special commendation should be given to Prof. Jorgens for the zeal and energy he has directed to this end. The efforts of the “Alumni Association” are especially gratifying, and it is the duty of every loyal South Sider to give his support to the movement, which will transform this air castle into a tangible one of wood, brick and stone.—R. J. Page Nineteen The Class Prophecy O, Hail! Hail! to thee who slumbers. For, I sing of the deeds and wonders Of the famous June class of 1909. Who seldom ever were blind To the lessons, smiles and frowns, Of the teachers whose heads were crowned With garlands of learning and wisdom— That glorified S. H. their home of study and fun. Who always were as bright as gold. Who never, never could be sold. No matter how high you bid You never could our consent win. The gods in mighty war wculd engage, Their anger in passion would rage; Jove’s thunder could tremble around. While Neptune’s bellows would deeply resound. For the Fates have consecrated them to fame. And in honor has inscribed their names. Lo, what is the sweet, melodious song. That seems to cheer my dreary march along? Why, it is Miss Gjertsen, whose singing is renown; Whose name is known in every city and town. Sam Kohn as a politician great Always wins in every debate (?) His parliamentary rules can never perish. For by Seniors and wisemen they are cherished. Misses Fall and Fraiken are teachers so stern. They force their pupils to study and learn The problems and theorems which they despised. For time has told them it makes pupils wise. The Fates have granted Mr. Sleeper’s prayer. •Page Tu'enly For, in an airship he sails through the open air. And dreams sweet dreams, as the vessel glides Through the beams trembling on floating tides. Miss Gronwall has written a great essay, Which S. H. students will study some day. Mr. Donham over a boys’ school presides And most strictly their actions guides. Keeping all the bewitching girls away, For he thinks they are entirely too gay. Miss Aagot’s cakes are the village pride. For she as a pastry cook is doing fine. Fred Gilbert, who was an ’09 athletic boy, Being married now has another joy. The flat so rings witth a rumbling sound. When ice cream and olives are passed around. They bring to him a remembrance so gay. That it makes him happy all the day. Miss Fannie, who never was unkind 1 he children in a district school do mind. The children in a district school does mind. Miss Lajord in music still delights. Making the social so blithesome and bright. Mr. Olaison is governor of some state. Where Jasper Gibbs has real estate. Miss Christianson an oil painter is she. Dear Monsie has written a U. S. history. While Agnes and Lillie instruct in a school. Where everyone follows the old golden rule. Elsie A., as nurse girl is doing her best. While Marion is happy and lives out West. Irene and Helen have a dancing school. Where they teach all the waltzes and two-step rules. There Joseph, the fiddler, gently plays. So, all the dancers are happy and gay. Some Haslund is president of some big concern; No doubt as president of ’09 he learned I he many things that all wisemen do. But those that profited by them are few. Marian Woll and Ruth, trip it as they go. So lightly, gracefully on their fantastic toe. For, great fancy dancers some day they’ll be. And probably will perform for you and me. It is David Nyval who’s a great pianist star, And always on concert trips travels afar. Mr. Dewars as professor does command The respect and honor of all on the land. Many a tear has Winifred shed. For, alas, the Fates would not let her wed The one she wished with all her heart. So now she spends all her time in art. Miss Inez is teacher of a Western school, Where Agnes, Verna and Bertha help her rule. Miss Moe has abandoned the city life, She lives in the country and is a farmer’s wife. Both May and Gertrude in teaching delight; The scholars all love them with all their might. Miss Caroline Korthof is a society belle; Miss Bergelen to this land has said farewell. She now lives in Germany in great state. But Oh, it is so strange to relate. That Messrs. Hammel and Larason did sail In an airship, but, being hit by the hail. They landed in an island far in the sea. Where they live as cannibals in great glee. Mabel Hall is married, to whom I don’t know, I think he is a machinist, at least I heard so. Nellie, Marie and modest Evangeline Are spending all their wealth and time In far India, uplifting the Hindu; Elvera and Ruth J. are helping, too. Miss Jules accompanies those who sing. And with sweet music makes the piano ring. Mr. Jorgenson is so puffed up with pride. ‘Page Twenty- Tno For he reached the top of the ladder in great strides. Miss Little now lives in the far East, Why she went back I know not in the least. I wonder if it could ever be— Because someone is so happy. Messrs. Dahl and Carlson a discovery have found. So now are making washing powders the year round. From someone I have just lately heard. That Miss Kerr the people has stirred By her essays and speeches so fine. For they with wisdom and learning do shine. Misses Carmen and Jennie stenographers are, While Misses Nash and McCall have traveled afar. Mr. Nelson as stage manager has done so fine; He had great experience in the year ’09. Mr. A. Johnson is still a “parfit gentil knight.” While Harold as scientist has reached the height. Misses Balcom and Ferriter teach school no more. For now they live on the farther shore. Mabel Bower took up domestic art. But the trouble was she’s too full of larks. So now, she is someone’s wife at last. And delights in telling of her happy past. Olga and Esther are crossing the deep blue sea. Where I hope they are thinking of you and me. Misses Gladys and Hazel are milliners fine. Who always at Easter have hats on time. Agnes, Luella and Grace Clark, On a ship for Ireland did embark; And now they wander o’er Ireland green. And in America are never seen. Margaret Corkery is a dear little nun. Though sometimes she enjoys a little fun. And romps around as she used to do. But those times are very, very few. Miss Young though not so very old. Her fame as teacher can never be sold. Mr. Aasgard as illustrator has great success. His designs for annuals are always the best. When the Alphian Boreus with its windy blasts Is busy blowing off the ladies’ hats. They no longer do despair. At the havoc made in their hair. For they know that they can go 7 o the parlors where hair is dressed just so. By the popular Misses Ruth and Maud. So it is no wonder they receive such laud. Mr. Chellgard is pitcher of the National League in N. Y. They say he is a second Mathewson, Oh, My! Mrs. Beulah a famous dramatist is she, She is still as cute as anyone can be. Margaret Ahderson, who was a clever maid. In South High as teacher has stayed. I hey say, taking Latin from her is no snap. And in her classes you can never take a nap. It is Mr. Foster, who’s free from all care, O, the melodies that float thru the air, As he on the grind organ so gently plays All the popular songs of the coming days. Miss Ahern in woman suffrage does believe. On this question she lectures from morning till eve. Misses Flart and Gertrude Bleecher Are two very learned and clever teachers. John Parker as a sturdy farmer is content. It is Ethel Keatley the Fates have sent Down where the sun is careering in glory and might, ’Mid the deep blue sky and the cloudlets white. Where in the valley the butterflies flit, And on the bluebells and daisies the bees do sit. It is here she teaches the whole day long. Making with her sweetness life a song. It is Reuben Johnson who deserves some praise For having much experience in early days. It is in printing that he now delights. ‘Page Twenty-Four In which no one can beat him if they try all night. In Paris as a model Miss Rand appears. She knows all the fashions for the coming years. Hulda Lofgren musical recitals does attend. So they some wisdom to her may lend. Misses Eleanor and Phoebe are happy all the day, For they teach little tots on the piano to play, Tho how long single they will stay Is something I cannot say. Mabel and Nettie have had a rule passed So tardy ones in disgrace will not be cast When they so patiently wait for the freights to go by. For they remembered their days at South High. Miss Belina a telephone girl is she. While Miss Smith as teacher is busy as a bee. Marrilla an artistic photographer is she. And Senior Class pictures are her specialty. Misses Virginia and Pearl have gone over the sea. Miss Widen is still a maiden free. Edna at home you will always find. Where she always is of a happy mind. For she says, that she would never be A teacher, which she thinks is mere slavery. Miss Snyder is yet in her youthful prime. For she minds not the folly of Father 1 ime. It was during the summer of ’09 That she, with Miss Watson, so clever and fine. No doubt inspired by Reverend Clark. Journeyed to Congo state in Africa so dark. And there with their sweetness the natives have stirred, According to what people have heard. Have done more good in that short time Than a hundred men could do all their lives. Miss Porter lives in the Eastern Hill, Where as nurse she tends all who are ill. The three Carls in partnership have gone To open a hotel on Long Island Sound. But, laugh not at this dreary wit. For, I just had a prophetic fit. And if you think this is absurd You need not believe a single word. Farewell Words by Winiprbd Swift. Lightly Music by David Nvvall Jr. OP. j. No. 2. -X-t----------.— ----1 —A—-A - —� --- 1 1. Starofouryouthful school-days. 2. Mem’ries come stealing o’er me, 3. Friends will soon be part - ed -V V A A � — I I ±zz i—r Here’s to you old South High, Tho’t-sof theold South High. C’lass of’0-9 South High. £ shr- Long we’ve sung your Years we’ve spent to Loy-al hearts are A 55. Sfet a r Ji prais - es, Now we must say good - by. With thy geth - er Soon we must say good - by. No one’s beat - ing Beat-ing our last good - by. Oh, the Copyright, 1909. by D. Nyvall Jr. ‘Page Twenty-Six blessings you’ve crowned us dai - ly, Mornings we’ve sought you schooldays were ev-er sweet - er, No spot on earth ties of our years to - geth - er. Linked as they are can not Sl- -fc- y ; E =T gai - ly, com - plet - er, sev - er, Your loving care we’re leav - - ing. Our tho’ts are with you ev - - er. Star of our youth-ful school - days. —•--- — —N S SI s J Baas � — Page Twenty Seven By Fancy Led Oh Luxury! When free from school I seek some shadowed brook or pool. And, on the velvet of its banks I lie and give unuttered thanks That I, not of the maddening throng. May follow Fancy all day long. And, when the sun invades my shrine, I feel the best of life is mine. First fitful Fancy bids me stay To watch the brook trout at their play. Who. in some cool and shady nook. Make romping ripples in the brook. Then Fancy beckons me to seek The hill-side void of brook or creek Where wind-flowers lift their azure heads, Late risen from their furry beds. Then, fickle as a butterfly, By Fancy led, I turn my eye To gaze upon the distant hills Barren of trees and flowers and rills. The most majestic view of all. Where Echo answers Fancy’s call And, crowned by the glow of the setting sun Which heralds night when the day is done. —Winifred C. Swift. 'Page Twenty-Eight The Seniors’ Progress [S I walked thru a maze where buds and briars grew in profusion, I came to a place where seemed a Ravine SjK of Happiness, and I laid me down on a rustic bench to sleep, and as I slept I dreamed a dream, and lo, I saw a great company of pilgrims journeying toward the City of Learning, and most of them walked on their own feet, save a few who rode on ponies. And lo, sounds of music burst upon my ear, and I beheld Mrs. Ethel Pleasetheworld waving her arms and singing: “Those who live to sing must sing to live.” Now I saw beside her Mrs. Carla Everready who accompanied on a mouth-organ, but I noticed that now and then she stopped to partake a morsel of stolen pie, and was put back in tune only by a slender, grayhaired, spectacled goddess, sometimes known as the Spy. Lo, I looked again, and beheld Nyvall the Talkative, among this musical company, and between his bouquets and the recipient’s blushes, I felt my head turn ’round and closed my eyes tight, but opened them in time to see Talkative turning the music for Mrs. Carrie Catchtheworld, and as he conversed, he asked whether she liked musicians better than music, and she said “Yes,” and I cared not to hear any more of their light conversation. And then I caught sight of Mrs. Ethel Holdtheworld, a famous Dutch (?) or German musician, who held the world “enravished” at her sweet sounds. And I beheld beside her Phoebe Helptheworld advancing with a portable organ from which pealed forth the touching airs of the Salvation Army. The salt came into my eyes, and a flood of tears almost drowned the musicians, but like the Children of Israel, they walked across on dry land, and I saw pursuing them an agitated and admiring company. I saw that the leader, although very Little, carried a great burden, and I recognized Ethel the Globe-trotter. As she passed up the Hill of Difficulty, she dropped this great burden; but it was gallantly restored by Gilbert the Monopolist, who had a corner on everything from a thundering laugh to the Little-Johnson twins; but I heard rumors of some very able Bust-the-Trusts who were following hard behind. ‘Page Tnenty-Nine Lo, now strains of music fell upon my ear, and all these worthy pilgrims sank into insignificance with the mighty peals of “When Reuben Comes to Town,” and behold the Johnsonian parade, whose leader, Mr. Worldly Wiseman, with his short cuts and numerous flirtations, had his hands full as well as a head and heart full. On his left walked Mrs. Eleanor Fairchild, a masterpiece of Heaven’s workmanship, who might have brightened the whole world with her beauty had she not belonged to the aforesaid Trust. And beside her walked Mrs. Gladys Shy and Sweet, a coquette in disguise, followed by “a very parfit gentle knight,” Sir Arthur of the Ladies’ Court. “loo much Johnson,” 1 sighed, and looked away, and I beheld that the company had now reached a place called Emersonian Lane, lined with stately cedars, and I could see that Eddie, the people’s man. and Aasgard, the Standpatter, desired to remain here for their artistic resemblances; but a certain Murilla Vain Glory would have none of it. She, and Mrs. Maud Lovease, Mrs. Ruth Vain-beauty, and Mrs. Imadee Sparklingwit, declared their intention of going on to Vanity Fair, and, sad to relate, they fell into the Mire of Squabbling, and would have there stuck had not Paul the Peacemaker led them on to the Plains of Arbitration. 1 hen, lo, I perceived following what at first appeared to be a flock of wild geese; but upon closer acquaintance I learned that it was the Effervescent Sunshine Band, and I saw Mesdames Winnie Giggle-ever, Evelyn Sweetever, Fannie Laughaday and Margaret Saucywit, and I saw that at times they greatly attracted the aforesaid Worldly Wiseman. Now, methought I saw a doll approaching, but upon closer view I found it was Mr. Clarence Fourescort, and with him was Mr. John Doll’spark; and when I questioned them as to faith professed, they replied, “The Mormon,” and I knew that they spake the Truth, for actions speak louder than words. Now I saw some Bergs approaching, and was sore afraid that they might be converted to Mormonism; but they had a “gard” of independent spirit whose name was Mrs. Nettie Holdherown, and she steered them clear of the love-lorn reefs. Now I saw so many pilgrims, and they ran so fast that I had not time nor space to record their doings; but I did catch sight of one Mrs. Beulah Calldownpraise, and pursuing her was what first appeared to be a Cone; page Thirty but as the object drew nearer, I could see that it was a certain Samuel Glorygetter, and I was sore amazed! And I asked him whether he considered flirtations exactly apropros, and he glared at me and said, in a loud voice, “You have entirely misinterpreted the question!” I dared ask no more questions, but silently watched the company’s progress. I saw that at one time as they climbed up the Hill of Financial Difficulty they came to a narrow ledge whereon they held a hard-time festival. And I saw that they were greatly refreshed, for they feasted on deviled ham and rare old peanuts, and “they did all eat and were filled, and they took up of the broken meat that was left, seven cans full! And now I saw that they went on to the House of the Interpreter, and I asw that she was a very motherly way-shower, and, among other bits of caution, she warned them to be extremely careful in crossing the rough places, not to let their “wishbone be where their backbone ought to be,” and she pleaded that whatever they did, not to get on the “Black List.” I could see that they took this advice much to heart, and. as they journeyed on. I could not keep back the tears when I saw that while a few danced on the Informal Heights, many were forced to walk through the Valley of Humiliation; but I saw that they had to overlook the petty disappointments of the social world, and except for a little jealousy over “1 he Rivals,” all were full of joy and anticipation until, with waving scrolls and garlands of flowers, they entered Nulli Secundus into the widespread City of Learning. —E. K. Old South High A beautiful temple of learning. The home of all study and fun. Oh, the days of hopeful planning. In S. H. so inspiringly begun. It is here, from the dreary world we have been sheltered. For four happy years—some more. It is here we secured all our knowledge— Do any of us long for more? We owe much to this stone building, To the teachers and profs, so wise. It is with sad hearts we are leaving The place we’ll extol to the skies. Many a time in the bright future The famous ’09 will say Hurrah for old South and its teachers. For they all showed us the way. —E (page Thirty-One Page Thirtu-Two THE CLASS PLAY CHARACTERS The Rivals A Comedy in Five Acts, —by— Richard Brinsley Sheridan Presented by the June Class of 1909. Dramatis Personae. Sir Anthony Absolute Captain Absolute . . . Bob Acres........... Faulkland........... Sir Lucius O’Trigger Fag................. David............... Mrs. Malaprop . . . . Lydia Languish .... Julia .............. Lucy................ ......Fred Gilbert . .Arthur Aasgard . . Harry Jorgensen Harold Kjellander . . . . Alex Douhan . . . Edwin Larson . .Carl Nordstrom ...Marion Wolk . . . Beulah Barnes Ethel Little .... Mabel Bauer TOASTED FISH. Sing a song of gratitude To our own Miss Fish so dear, Sound her praise ’mid the multitude Till it echoes far and near— For she’s coaching our class play 1 hat’s destined to fame forever— I hen here’s to Miss Fish alway. May her virtues be forgotten never. ‘Page Thri];.Three For the Honor of St. Albans N A crisp autumnal day there was assembled a large group of boys on the beautiful campus of St. Albans Academy. They seemed to be greatly agitated, to a spectator, and their faces wore a troubled expression. In the center of the group were Sam Munsey and Coach Carrol. Kingston College had sent a challenge to play them. St. Albans must accept the challenge. Sam Munsey was reading the letter of acceptance that was to be sent to Kingston. St. Albans and Kingston were the rivals for the championship of the state. And a game between the two was anxiously awaited. Four days after the reading of the acceptance, Sam Munsey, the President of the Athletic Association, called a meeting of that society. For a while order and quiet prevailed. But soon the question, which lay heavily upon the minds of all the students, was launched forth, and all formalities were thrown aside. Kermit Jones, the little, wiry quarter, was the first to come to the point. “Whatever will happen to us?” he said. “Here it is only two days until the day of the game and Walt, our best fullback, laid up with a broken arm.” “Can’t Ralph Bender play ‘full instead?” spoke up Ned Blackwood. “Well, but he can’t play like Walt,” responded “Shorty,” his classmates’ nickname for him. Ralph Bender was a fine, well built boy, but he did not seem to be a favorite among the student body. He was not so experienced a player as Walter Ball, and so the prospect indeed looked dark for the St. Al-banites. “But Ralph is Walt’s substitute, so he will be the one to play, and he is the next best man for the position, but I don’t know how he will do in a championship game,” interposed Coach Carrol. “It’s the toughest luck we ever struck,” said the pessimistic poet, Johnnie Mitchell, “they’ve got the cinch on us this time.” “We’ll give them the hardest rub we can,” responded the game little Shorty. Then followed a rooter practice that made the hall resound with noise. At sharp two o’clock on Saturday, the grandstand was already filled with the blue and gold and the scarlet’s supporters. When the teams trotted on the field for the last signal practice, and to get limbered up, a universal groan escaped the St. Albans’ supporters when they saw the Page Thirty-Four heavy team their little, light team must oppose. Shorty looked like a pigmy compared to Kingston’s quarter. From the kick-off the game became a hard-fought struggle for victory. Now down the field Kingston would plow through St. Albans’ line, and again St. Albans would gain by some well-executed pass. 1 3-42-21. Snap went the ball, and a Kingston man was darting for the goal. But Shorty and Ralph tackled him in succession, and Shorty was easily disposed of, but Ralph hung on for dear life. At last a jerk, a plunge, and he was left lying on the ground. He heard faintly the sound of the whistle and staggered to his feet. He knew some bones were broken. Should he leave the field? “No, I will play ’till I drop,’’ he said to himself. During the intermission he suffered terrible pain, but said nothing, and everyone was too excited to notice his blanched face. Again they trot on the field, and again they must stand that hammer, hammer of the Kingston line. The score stands 5 to 0 in favor of Kingston. All the boys wore a “do or die” expression, and play they did. Never had Kingston met such a stubborn line of defense. Passes shot into the air one after the other in bewildering succession. At length Ralph received a pass on Kingston’s eight-yard line and squirmed through for a touchdown. The St. Albans rooters went wild. The game was now tie. “Five minutes more to play,” yelled the referee. Again Kingston started her plowing mass of humanity through St. Albans’ weakening line. Will they ever stop? Yes, at length St. Albans gets the ball and starts her brilliant forward passes that so bewilder her heavy opponents. But, alas, they get the ball and all seems lost. A mass play is started. 25-60-31-33, and the two teams plunge and surge. “Who is that in the blue sweater, running to the goal?” ask the rooters. It was Ralph. On the fumble of the ball, his watchful eye detected it rolling playfully on the ground, and hastily he had grabbed it, and was running for the longed-for touchdown that would win the game for his loved college. How he ran, as he had never done before, but his chest felt as if it was weighed down, his breath came in gasps, he wondered why he was running alone. St. Albans was holding Kingston like a stone wall, but at length Ralph heard the patter, patter of approaching feet. Nearer and nearer they sounded. He tried to quicken his pace, but his knees seemed to give way, and then he felt that dreaded vice-like grip about the knees that betokened that his progress was stopped by Kingston’s hardest tackier. He stumbled a foot, reeled another, and crash, his head struck the goal posts, and he knew no more until his jersey was ripped open, and cold water was thrown on his chest. There was Carrol kneeling over him, and round about all the ardent admirers of his 40-yard dash. Way off in the distance he heard, “Rah! Rah! Bender!” and added faintly, “and St. Albans!” —Harold Kjellander. Page Thirty-Fice Our Last Will and Testament E, THE June class of nineteen hundred and nine, of the city of Minneapolis and the state of Minnesota, being pronounced by the ablest and most eminent physicians of this city in a sound condition of mind and body, do make, decree and establish the following will: First: We do decree that our funeral services be conducted by our friends and well-wishers with all pomp and ceremony due to the high and respected position which we have held. Second: After the payment of our funeral expenses and the settle- ment of all our just debts, we dispose of our property as follows: Item: To our friend, Mr. Nelson, the janitor, we affectionately bequeath the large amount of real estate which we have accumulated. This property is situated in the corner of the cloak-room back of our A-room residence. Item: To the January and June classes of ’10 we leave our A-room residence, together with all books, pictures, busts, reliefs, beautifully carved desks, and all other articles of furniture found therein. Item: To said classes of ’10 we also leave our constitution for self- government, together with our code of laws and all other official documents and papers connected therewith; and we earnestly urge that they govern themselves properly and conduct all town meetings according to parliamentary law. Item: To the January class of ’10 we bequeath our dignity. Also the right to hold the high and respected position of an A-senior with very little study. Item: To the June class of ’10 we bequeath twenty-three cents ($0.23) with which to purchase a mirror. Said mirror to be hung at the north end of the Senior girls’ cloak room. We hope that thereby both the beauty and the temper of said students may be much improved. Item: To our dear alma mater, S. H. S., we leave one picture with all our photographs printed thereon. Said picture to be hung in her spacious halls for the verdant freshmen to gaze upon for their further edification. (page Thirty Six Item: To Mrs. Bucknam we bequeath one pair of glasses with gold chain attached. Said glasses only to be used when her own are lost or broken. Third: We advise our heirs to appoint a good writer or artistic printer to care for the town bulletin board, and see that all notices are neatly written thereon. Fourth: We do appoint Prof. Joseph Jorgens as the sole executor of this our will. In testimony thereof we, the class of ’09, have to this, our will, set our hand and seal this fourteenth day of March, in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred and nine. stir Seal. This instrument was on the day of the date thereof signed, sealed, and published and declared by the testators, the class of ’09, to be their last will and testament. Witness: Pater Anchises Phoebus Apollo John Milton Residing at: 109 Shade St., Orcus Mt. Olympus Council Center, Pandemonium Page Thirty-Seven Chronicles of the Land of Columbia (Often Called America) By Swift, Recorder. Book I. And it came to pass in the year of our Lord, nineteen hundred and eight, in the reign of Theodore, whose surname was Roosevelt, that there went forth a decree throughout all the land, that a feast must be prepared, for some said. Why stand we idle while other men feast and make merry? and accordingly a council was appointed to arrange said feast, and it was a goodly class, and the council counseled among themselves, saying one to another. Let us assemble together this class of nineteen nine to a so-called masquerade ball, but the maidens were exceeding wroth when it became known that they were to mask their fair countenances, and accordingly this ball did not come to pass. Book • There in that class was a man, one Clifford, surnamed Oliason, a goodly man, much beloved by all. He called upon our ruler, Roy, surnamed Haslund, and cried in a loud voice. “This class is exceeding slow. Come, let us. when night settles down and shrouds all in darkness, depart from this land in a so-called invention, sleigh,” and all with one accord shouted “Yea, yea.” But it came to pass that John, surnamed Parker, a man far wiser than all others, spake thus unto our chief: “Does not a sleigh need snow by which to glide smoothly on the ground?” And, verily, as there was no snow on the face of this land, it came to pass that no sleigh ride was recorded in our chronicles. Book IB. Full thirty days after it came to pass that Edwin, by the family name Larson, arose before this mighty assemblage and decreed that a Hardtime Feast would be exceeding suitable, insomuch that so-called fowl had Page Thirtu-Eigtl caused their eggs to become valued at four shillings. Likewise on the eighth day of the first month of the year nineteen hundred and nine there came to pass a great banquet where .many fair maidens came robed in costly (?) garments of purple and red calico, and behold, also the men arrayeth themselves in wondrous creations. At this goodly festival men and giddy maidens did partake of full many a dance, but there arose a trouble within the throng and the reason thereof was this: A beautiful maid, Evelyn Marianna, waxed exceeding wroth because Carl, a gallant youth, surnamed Nordale, sought to instruct the guests in a Greek game, “We allow our swine in the drawing room, inasmuch as we are Irish. Nevertheless we all did partake of a soft drink known as coffee, and ham, surnamed Beelzebub, and goodly nuts. Thus endeth the one festival of this class. Book IV. Full many days after, a worthy youth, Fred, whose surname was Gilbert, pondered in his- mighty brain the exceeding joys of a Senior Informal, so it came to pass that a decree went throughout the land that a dance should be given. Hence at the summons of our great and good ruler, many thousands flocked to the banquet hall on the twenty-sixth day of the third month in the year nineteen hundred and nine. The decorations thereof in this hall were most pleasing, inasmuch as all who beheld them were awestricken. And verily, there was at this dance full many a gorgeous and handsome maid, and even more courtly were the many youths. It came to pass that, as the dance was merrily on, a sudden darkness fell over all the throng, a darkness so terrible that the maidens sought protection of the brave men at their sides. But inasmuch as darkness cannot be penetrated it henceforth shall remain uncertain as to the degree of protection these maidens received. Thus endeth the Senior Informal, and they get them each to his own home. Here endeth the chronicles of the lightsome events of the Senior Class of ’09. Page Thirty-Nine ’09 Alphabet A’s for this Annual, The book of the year. Read through with a smile But never a tear. B is for Beulah, The pride of our class. Who as “Lydia Languish” Can all others surpass. C is for Corkrey And otherwise curls. “Similis deae”— She o’erpowers the girls. • D stands for David, Not David with a sling, But David with a music roll Who makes our school room ring. E is for Evelyn Who teaches bit by bit A wondrous ’09 solo, “The baby tjock och fet! F stands for fun And Fraiken and Fall, Where’er you find one You’ll surely find all. G is for Gjertson, Well known by her song. And at Westerson’s jokes She will laugh the day long. H is for Haslund; He canceled, of late. An engagement with whom To hear the debate? Page Forty I is for Irene So pretty and gay. She needs a little poodle dog 1 o keep the boys away. J is for Johnsons, Just four you will see; They came over the ocean From one family tree. K stands for Keatle The North Star of ’09— And Copernicus says In his system she’ll shine. L is for Limond, A maid of fair brow. Just listen—I bet She is giggling now! M’s for Mar ilia, A critic of art. She turned Eggan down And thus broke his heart. N is for Nordstrom, Our brave “left end’’ hero. When he plays on the team He gets many a zero. O’s for the others. Whose names are not here, But one hundred and four Can’t expect to appear. P is for Parkers, Near kindred are they. Who will rest on their laurels In a near future day. Q is for questions Which bright pupils ask To take up the time In our Virgil II class. ‘Pane Forty-One R is for Rand Who can not be beat. She’s a popular lass. Oh so short, but so sweet! S stands for Sleeper, A jolly little elf. Courteous to others, Forgetful of himself. T is for thoughts That come to us each day Of our four high school years Which so soon flew away. U is for useful, Which our school lessons are; V’s for vacation, Much better by far. W is for Wing, Our little bird Phoebe; In many respects She is smarter than we be. X. Y and Z! My song is sung! —W. C. S. Page Forty-Two RAUCH KOHN NWALL. Jr. OUR DEBATERS EBATING at South High during the past year has come into its own. The new city league has widened the field and given a fairer chance of development to debaters of each high school. A team defeated at the start is not now ousted from the contest, as in the state league, but rather given three additional opportunities of defending its right for the championship. This marks a new era in Minneapolis high school debating. When the bleachers were snow-covered this year, and the gridiron frozen. South High, according to precedent, turned from the football to the debating arena. The try-out for the team was held early in the winter. Eight members of the Literary Society entered as candidates. Our Debating Team Page Forty-Three David Lundeen, Samuel Cohen and Samuel Rauch were chosen to bear the orange and black through the four intellectual skirmishes. David Nyvall, Ethel Keatley and Marie Berg won second places. The debate with Central was the first appearance before the footlights. Our men upheld the affirmative of the state question: “Resolved, That the United States should annex Cuba.” They pleaded forcibly for the annexation of the island, but Central built a strong citadel, based upon the establishment of a protectorate, and carried off two of the three votes cast. South won, nevertheless, the faith of her supporters in an able, well-equipped team. The encounter with West gave us our first taste of victory. This time Mr. Cohen, Mr. Rauch and Mr. Nyvall supported the negative. They ruthlessly hauled down the green and white with their appeals for Cuban independence. I he decision of two to one in favor of the negative gave full vent to South’s pent-up enthusiasm. Two votes wrested from East in the succeeding contest gave us five points in the race. The North-South and West-Central debates were the decisive contests. North, with six points, had an equal chance with Central of winning the championship. We saw victory ahead in a unanimous vote over North. 1 his was the grand climax of the season. School enthusiasm broke in a great wave of loyalty over the prospective champions. But Caesar had his Brutus, Charles I his Cromwell—and our team its North High. Of the three tragedies, however, the debaters alone survived with glory and with heads. The one vote of the judges brought us in three votes behind the Central champions. The work of the team cannot be counted in votes. The training in the thorough study of a subject, the clever play of wit against wit in the deft handling of it—these have a value beyond the decisions of judges. The work of a team made up of seniors is doubly appreciated; but the benefit they have derived from it and the glory it has given South High school set a greater price upon it than any tribute the class can give. —Nellie M. Kerr. ‘Page Fourth-Four William C. Farnquist, President B Seniors. OFFICERS OF THE B SENIOR CLASS. President ......................................William C. Farnquist Vice President........................................Helen Sheridan Secretary .................................................Elizabeth Muckley Treasurer ......................................................Carl Gunnarson Sergeant-at-Arms.....................................Arthur Munson Page Fort);-FitX The Class of January, 1910 Historical Sketch. HEN the Class of January, 1910, entered South High in the month of January of 1906, it at once became evident that here was a set of students who were not blind followers, that here was a group of thinkers who would add new luster to the annals of the famous school. The teachers were very much interested in these remarkable freshmen. They were delighted with their intelligent answers and quick understanding. Never were there better mutual relations between teacher and pupil. In fact, they were ideal, and as one of their number expressed himself regarding instructors, “They treated us as equals, but worked us like pack horses.” 1 hough the class was unusually intelligent. it was not heavy minded. Thus it happened that during vacant periods individuals would indulge in lively conversation, and many were the instances when it became the painful duty of the devoted room principal to give a minus in deportment. There is reason to believe that she did this reluctantly, for two individuals, who were especially given over to argumentation, have testified that though they spent entire periods in such noisy discussions, which ranged in subject-matter from the correct pronunciation of a word to the best method of securing light and shade effects, she never ventured to “soak” them with anything worse than a plus-minus. However, the members of the Class of January, 1910, were not working for marks; they were attending high school in order to get an education, and marks were entirely immaterial. Indeed, South High had never seen such sensible freshmen. Mr. Ozias, then the principal of that school, was heard to remark, “Our new students are a fine set.” This was very significant coming unsolicited from a man of such guarded utterance. The sophomore stage of this illustrious group (the literal meaning of the word can by no truthful means be applied to the January Class of 1910) is especially to be noted. It was then that they aroused the envy of their immediate predecessors to the highest pitch. It was then that Minneapolis, the greatest of municipalities, stopped in her busy industry, and bowed to them. This is how it happened. The class had continued to conduct itself in such a noble, dignified and business-like way that one of the school’s instructors had called Dr. Jordan’s attention to it. The eminent educator, ever on the lookout for instances of successful school work, made it a point to visit South High at his earliest opportunity. He ‘Page Forty-Six arrrived one crisp morning and reviewed the class of January, 1910, and was so satisfied with what he had seen that he did not hesitate to deliver a short eulogy over his modest audience. From that moment the fame of the Class of 1910 was made and it gracefully received the homage of a city. As Juniors, this unique class created a great sensation. Several of its members had so developed their argumentative powers that they never allowed a doubtful statement to pass unchallenged. This was an annoyance to some teachers, but the majority hailed the outburst with joy. One individual in particular exercised this power most fearlessly. He had at his command the hugest of vocabularies and his onslaughts were ferocious. Once, when aroused by opposition to a high degree of poetic heat, he hurled this piece of verbosity across the room: “Jealousy, that baleful bird incubated in a satanic farrago, whose black and brooding wings begrimed with spleen blot out love’s sun, whose acerbating beak bores through the human heart, while continuously it ghoulishly battens on its own disgorged venom, has been, is, and will ever be. the cursed pest of all lethality.” The astonished teacher gasped, but recovered, and summoning her rhetorical powers denounced the unnatural use of jawbreaking polysyllables. But she has lived to regret it, for only recently she made her rescission in this form: “That’s right. Use big words. We need them.’’ 1 he class as a whole, however, never indulged in such ponderous effervescence, but there were many who possessed unusual gifts of pure, simple, and forceful English, as the perusal of their several publications, which were given out at about this time will show. “Salmagundi Breezes” was a distinct success, having won the prize in severe competition with the “Erudite Examiner,” which was published by the other division of the January Class of 1910. The “Knowledgeton Review” was very flourishing during the second term of the Junior year. It therefore appears that the Class of 1910 was the creator of an era of great literary activity, whose effect on the community was nothing short of wonderful. This class is now known as the B Senior set. Its members are not resting on their laurels; they are working hard. Indeed, to quote a clause from their constitution, they are “helping to build up the school by making themselves a strong unit therein.” The B Seniors, although they constitute the most greatly honored group of students of which South High or any other school can boast, do not look down upon the A Seniors. In fact, they feel a certain fellowship for them, for if there ever was a class who believed and lived up to Emerson’s jewel of philosophy, it was the Class of January, 1910. “All are needed by each one; Nothing is fair or good alone.”—Emerson. —Arthur Wester. 'Page Fortu-Sccen OLD FAITHFUL Page Forty-Eight “The City (Minneapolis) has games; let them freely play at ball, and barley breaks. —BURTON. “The Anatomy of Melancholy.’ The Foot Ball Team 1 , -1 s 1 I i $ 1 •$ i £ r$ % f %. j|% r i ' t Flagstad Savage Newman peterson R. Johnson Sleeper. Mgr. Solem Kjelland, Coach Luxden O. Johnson Zahner, Capt. Gilbert Jorgensen Nordstrom Page Fifhi The Football Team HE football season through which S. S. H. has just passed did not bring the championship to the school, ’and therefore to many it seemed a failure. This is one of the facts which we should try to outlive. It is not true in this one instance alone, but in every school where we find an athletic team of any kind. The football world is divided into classes, with each class having its head and foot, and of course, each team is rated according to the position it holds in its own class, determined by the number of games it wins or loses. Only one team can reach the top. but that does not say that the rest are failures. It only means a less amount of success in the winning of its games. South High School did not reach the top, but it was far from a failure. The opening of the season found but few of the old regulars back in the line-up, and also no great abundance of material to fill up the holes left vacant by former men. There was a lack of weight, but the boys had a spirit and will which brought them well up towards the top. Lacking weight they had to resort to the open style of play to a great extent. This style is yet in its infancy, and it takes a long time to develop it into any form of accuracy. The determination they showed in the mastering of this style of the game was remarkable. Good results were also obtained. This was shown to a marked degree in the game with West High, when ten out of fourteen forward passes were executed with success. I do not think it necessary to give an account of each game played, as it is but a tiresome repetition of facts already known. Neither do I wish to point out any individual stars. Every man on the team showed the right spirit and grasped every opportunity given him, and if one showed up better than another it was because he had more opportunities to do so. There is, however, one thing I wish to say about the team which, more than anything else, ought to make us all feel proud of them. I refer to ‘Page Fiftu-One the way the boys conducted themselves on the field. It is the unsportsmanlike conduct of some of the players of this great game that makes it so unpopular with many people. When one plays the game in any way but the clean, sportsmanlike way in which it ought to be played he at once loses the greatest benefit to be derived from the king of outdoor sports. In closing let me say a word to the students of South High School: It is a popular idea in all schools that the coach and eleven big and husky men make up the team. They are the men who actually do the work, but alone they can never win the championship. In the first place, we must have enough men trying for the different positions to create a keen rivalry which acts as a stimulus for greater work. Then we must have a second team which we can practice against. And last, but not least, we must have the support of the student body. There are legitimate excuses for not attending games, but I believe I am giving a liberal estimate when I say that not over 25 per cent of the students have such excuses, and the other 75 per cent ought to be at every game. There is nothing that will so drive a man to do his best on the field as to see a mass of his fellow students in the stands and hear them give lusty cheers for his own school. South High School has prospects for a good team for next year. There will be a bunch of boys who will do their part to bring the championship to South High School. Let the rest of the students do their part by coming to the games and supporting the team and we will have reason to feel proud of our boys, not for their sportsmanship alone, but for the great game they have played. —Coach Kjelland. pai Fift9-T� ° The South Independents Champions of Twin Cities Bess Delvin Mabel Abraham son Mildred Fleming Dora Thomas Cecil Smith Hazel Wkedel Aagot Peterson HE South High girls’ basket ball squad started a most promising season by practice for a tournament. Just before the date set for the tournament all basket ball was barred from the high schools and the girls were forced to play independently, taking the name of the “South Independents.” The tournament was a great success, the Sophs and Seniors playing a fast game for the honors. The Seniors won by a score of 21 to 15. The South five next defeated the South St. Paul quint in two games. The first score was 1 6 to 1, the last score 58 to 4. The next game was played with the Cooke’s Institute girls. South was again victorious, 38 to 10. Two games were then scheduled with the Drummond Hall girls. One played at Cooke’s Institute with South at the big end of the score, 48 to 1 4. The other at Drummond Hall. The final score was 1 6 to 1 3 in favor of South. The Lyndale girls (old Central five) were next defeated 31 to 20. Two out-of-town games were played at St. Cloud and Hudson. The South quint met their only defeat against the Normal girls. The Hudson game was a walk-away for South, the final score being 31 to 5. The successful season and superior work of the South Side five was due in a large measure to the faithful work of their coach, “Herb” Nelson. Miss Delvin acted as manager. The line-up for the season was as follows: Right forward, Mabel Abrahamson, captain; left forward, Bessie Delvin; right guard, Cecil Smith; left guard, Dora Thomas; center. Hazel Weedel; substitutes, Mildred Fleming, Aagot Petterson.—B. P. D. Page Fifty-Three Base Ball Jorgensen Nordstrom Sanborn Chellgard OUTH HIGH school has had a baseball team for many years which has ranked among the best teams in the I win Cities. Last year’s team was a credit to the school, and although they were not the pennant winners, they showed decided ability by winning from St. Paul Central, who beat the league champions. North High, by a big score, and by playing another game with the North Siders, in which the latter nearly tasted defeat. Now, with the 1909 season at hand, there are prospects of a championship team, which will win laurels for South High school. With the following men back as a nucleus for the team, the prospects are bright indeed: Holstad, who did remarkable work behind the bat last season, and who also won the victory over St. Paul Central, the champions of St. Paul, by pitching a wonderful game, will be back to perform the catching “stunt.” He will be a strong factor in the team. Chellgard, the star twirler and captain of this year’s team, known throughout the Twin Cities for his ability as a pitcher, will be one of the main supports of the team. Chellgard has played two years on the team and is considered by many the best pitcher in the high school teams of the Twin Cities. Lawler, known in the league as the “Midget,” played a wonderful game at “short” last year, being the star in several games. Although he Page Fifty-Four Holstad Lawler Thorpe Newman is small, he can hit as well as the average player, and without a doubt excels in fielding. If Manager Sanborn’s playing at third base during the last two years is taken as a criterion, he will be a mountain of strength to the team. Thorpe, the all-around third baseman of last year’s team, will continue to play the third “sack.” He can always be depended upon, a fact which he clearly demonstrated in the game against East High, which South won by a large score. Peterson was in the game every minute last year and was one of the best men in the field. He is a sure batter and can be depended upon for a “single” or “two-bagger” whenever needed. Nordstrom, another star outfielder, put up a good article of ball. He gives promise of splendid development this year. There are other promising candidates, among whom Jorgensen, Newman and Gulden are worthy of special mention. All of these players “made good” in various amateur teams last season and should be successful in landing a permanent position on the team. With a large number of good candidates a fast second team should be developed, which would give the first team a good rub. By selling buttons at ten cents apiece, sufficient money has been raised to procure new uniforms, which have been sorely needed in the past. Sweater-vests will be awarded the team at the completion of the season. This should materially aid in the developing of the team, as the players have something to strive for. With proper support from the student body, the season should prove a memorable one in the athletic history of South High school. —Ray Sanborn, Mgr. Page Fi fy-Fivi Respectfully Dedicated to HARRY ZAHNER, Captain of S. H. S. Football team (with apologies to Walt Whitman). Oh, Captain, our Captain! I he football game is done; The half-back’s legs are broken, The South High song is sung. Your guards lie near With sprains severe, “Left tackle” needs repairing; While “quarter” limps around the field With wounds from deeds most daring. Oh, Captain, our Captain! Look o’er the battle ground! For there your men are lying. No one of them is sound. You stand alone. All hope has flown. There’s neither shout nor cheering; To gather up your football squad The ambulance is nearing. —w. c. s. 'Page Fifty-Six The Track Team ARLY in the year South High school chose a manager for its track team. Wm. Farnquist was re-elected for the position and he anticipates a successful year. The main event in track circles will be the inter-class meet. This was held for the first time last year and proved a great success. The seniors, aided by Earl Haverstock, carried off the first honors with 44 points. The juniors, with Nordstrom as main point-winner, second with 34 points. The third place resulted in a tie between the sophomores and freshmen, each getting 9 points. This year it seems an even go for all the teams and will add a great deal to further mutual emulation between the contestants. In the high school meet, South took second place in the weights, and although no points were won in the running events, our men came close to the winners. Track work, with a little encouragement, promises to become a sport of universal interest, which by right ought to arouse as much enthusiasm as baseball or football. —Wm. Farnquist. ‘page Fifty-Seven Harry Jorgenson, during his freshman year, when speaking of “The Last Days of Pompeii,” said the city was buried by the saliva of Mt. Vesuvius. Miss Gale was once greatly surprised to find the following on Eddie Larson’s paper: “Hawthorne’s greatest works are: ‘Moses from an Old Mess,’ and ‘Scarlet Fever.’ ” Miss Parker, reciting in English II., “Dante had a quinine nose.” Miss Little is guilty of the following translation, written in a Caesar test: “The Roman army was sent under the yolk.” When questioned as to what effect the natural beauty of their country would have on Greek, Alexander Douhran immediately replied that it would make them “swell dressers.” Roy Hazlund, in German: “The man doctor has a mass of cousins by the name of Smith.” Helen Lawler writing an essay for English: “Hours spent in a li- brary are never gone to lost.” Jasper Gibbs: “Jefferson wrote the ‘Declaration of Independence,’ while Adams seconded the motion.” Carl Nordstrom in English III: “One of Lincoln’s main topics was to enforce the law without a shed of blood.” Fred Gilbert in English III: “An abstract term is one that exists in the mind only. Example, honesty is the best policy.” Maud Kelly is responsible for the following: “An abstract term is an inventory or inanimate idea.” This remarkable statement was written by Mabel Bauer in an English test: “A general term is a word that might be applied to a class of objects. Illustration, the dog barks. 1 he word bark can be applied to any dog.” 'Page Fifty.Eight AH ! THOSE MATHEMATICS SHARKS A line is caused by a point degenerating. An equation is a sign of quality. Let x equal the number of miles he stood still. An axiom is a truth that requires no remonstration. When minus equals loss it is always on the left hand side of a thermometer. Teacher—“Who in the class can tell me what Q. E. D. means?” Bright (?) Soph.—“Quite easy dope.” Johnny was a little boy, Alas! he is no more. What he thought was H.-O was H--SO . A Swede called on a German who knew about as little of the English language as he did. “Betre setzen sie sech,” said the German. “Ney, I bane not seasick,” said the Swede. What has become of Mr. Cook? He is spreading the perpetual motion theory out West. The class had been instructed about the elephant and the teacher asked for some products obtained from it. “Soap,” said one boy. “What kind?” asked the amazed teacher. “Ivory,” was the reply. Here’s to old South High, Beautiful red and brown. On whose flagpole waves a pennant Which no junior can take down. Page Fifiw ine A PIECE OF FOOLISHNESS “I saw dat great game.” “Vat, did you see some tracks in the city.” “Yes, only street car tracks. I meine der feetball game.” “Vat a coaccident. I vas der myself also. Where did you sit.” “I had a box seat.” “Vat! in the grandstand?” “Nit, on the sidelines.” “You only had a soap box, den.” “No, id vas woodwork.” “Vel, cut your foolishness oud. Who was the star player?” “The leftender vas.” “Vat! he didn’t haf one foot to his credit.” “No! He had two.” Ja. Vy was he a star?” “He got knocked oud more time ’an all the other players together.” “Say, vat do you know aboud the game, anyway.” “More’n your whole family togeder.” “Don’t ruffle my temperature, blockhead, or I vill make id hot to you.” “How, please?” “I vill put you on a stove, ha! ha!” “Look oud. or I’ll shallenge you mit a duet.” “Allrighd. Name der weapins.” “Slapsticks at fordy paces, behint der glueworks.” “Vy, behint der glueworks.” “To make the slaps stick, ha! ha!” “Say, vat is der difference between you and a donkey.” “Vel, I give id up.” “No difference, foolish.” “Say, vy couldn’t the animals of Noak’s ark play cards.” “Vel, dey didn’t have none. “Nit, Noah vas sitting on der deck.” “Say, Vy couldn’t you nefer be an egg.” Page Sixty “Dond know.” “You’re too fresh, ha! ha!” “Say, cut id out. Vat do you know aboud jometry?” “Dis mutch: Dings equal to the same ding are equal to anyding else. “Gut. Dat vas a idiom.” “Say, vat you know aboud physics?” “Vel, ven you sid in der parlor mid your best girl and turn the gas down low, der is a greater pressure and a lessening of the waist.” “Say, dat was pretty near too much for your brain.” “Don’t make me mad. I got to get home before dark.” “Vy ? “If I saw a hoss after dark. I’d get a nightmare. Ha! Ha! Goodbye.” “Gutbye.” —C. A. G. Note: The following lines were accidentally (?) handed in to the teacher with some exercises in Latin Prose. A WAIL Capricious, snobbish, vaunting Prose, Thou seem’st a varnished hall O’er which we bravely strut and pose. But ne’er without a fall. A foe of peace and rest divine. One void of all compunction. Who loudly laughs at trembling hind Bleeding from his bludgeon. (Signed)—A Victim. ‘Page Sixty.One Clippings From the Dailies FOR SALE—Lessons in remaining young. Apply Ada Young. WANTED—Someone to listen to my poetry. Evangeline Benson. FOR SALE—Lessons in the art of smiling. John Parker. FOUND—At Last! The art of lead-lng boys up the stairs. NOTICE—Milk costs 7c per qt., al-tho Mr. Westerson can make 5 equal 7. WANTED—A complete copy of Parliamentary Law. A Senior Class. LOST—A senior sleighride party in a snow drift about Feb. IS. 1909. WANTED—The largest senior cap for my big head, apply to Reuben Johnson. FOR SALE—My new Pancoast, in perfect condition due to lack of use. Fred Gilbert. WANTED—Suggestions for Junior class colors. Colors must harmonize with green. WANTED—Some brave Junior to take the banner from the flag pole. W. E. Seniors. NOTICE—Mr. David Nyvall. Jr., has opened his studio in North Dakota. For piano destruction apply. FOR SALE—Information regarding the surest and best way of cancelling dates. R. Hazlund. LOST—A reputation, finder may keep same. Owner Intends to build a new one. A. Junior. FOUND—South High Senior Esprit de Corps. For information apply to Mrs. Bucknam. FOR SALE—Shepherd dog, very smart. Can add, has sore feet, therefor puts down three and carries one. WANTED-'The Board of Education to make every Wednesday a vacation day. I find it necessary. Dyke Chellgaard. WANTED—About 90 A Seniors to invested a capital of 50c in the class treasury. S. H. S. Phone 1909. J. Ed. Larson. WANTED—A good stenographer to take down my speeches—none writing less than 800 words a minute need apply, Samuel Kohn. WANTED—Someone to give me a better excuse than being delayed by trains. Misses M. Nordberg and Has-selberg. SPECIAL NOTICE— The Real Studio 23 Easy Street Photographs finished to perfection. We cater to High School Classes. Every one can have a separate style. Moderate Prices. Page Sixty- Tuo PIONEER PRINTINC COMPANY 310-18-20 THIRD AVC. SOUTH I t A 1