South High School - Tiger Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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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

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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

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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