South High School - Tiger Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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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

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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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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