South High School - Tiger Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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At the beginning of our last term, the founder of the Salmagundi Clubs at South High School came back to A room, alter a term’s absence. Almost immediately these clubs were reorganized and they are a great help to us as well as being very enjoyable. We have a new class president and he is a hustler, altho we were somewhat slow in getting things started. We shall graduate from dear old South High with flying banners. We leave our good records behind us and hope that the classes to come after us will live up to our standards. We shall go forth from high school to our university, or to other colleges, or we shall at once step into the busy work-a day world. Whatever we do, we shall have something to look back upon with pleasure and pride, our school life at South High. LILAH M. YOUNGS. 23

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Class history Four years ago we, the class of June, 1910, entered South High. We did not come in one body, but in several sections from the different grade schools. On graduation day from those schools we had felt very important, but oh! what a change when we came here, for we were only “Freshies.” We looked upon the high school seniors with admiration and awe, and wondered if we should ever be as accomplished and brilliant as they were. We were greeted on all sides with “Hello, Freshie. how goes high school?” How we did hate those words! We were ushered into “A. H.” and many a sigh escaped us when climbing to that room on the third floor. How great the difference between our low intellectual and social standing and the high altitude we climbed to so often! At first, we were like little chicks with nan,' a feather; but under the careful guidance of the guardian spirit that presided over that realm, we feathered out and Happed our wings, and soon could fly freely. We worked very hard that first year for if we received anything but double pluses we thought it was “awful.” That first painful, yet happy year was soon over and then we were classed as “wise fools.” Of course we felt very important to think that we were no longer Freshies.” It was then our turn to pick” on them. We did it in good style! We thought there was nothing quite so disgraceful as being a “Freshie.” The Sophomores were the “whole cheese.” We still climbed those long flights of stairs to A. H.,” and more sighs escaped us hourly. Why wasn’t there an elevator to take us up and down? It was during that year that we learned to say “Sprechen Sic Deutsch?” or “Amor vincit omnia” or “Comment vous portez vous?” We scratched our heads over problems in geometry, too. Then, oh, joy! we were Juniors and took up our abode in B room. Thru-out that whole year we were almost afraid to call our souls our own. Such phrases as “Clear out!” Don’t slam the seat!” and Don’t go out that door!” soon became familiar and ceased to frighten us. It was during that time that we learned about slimy, green algae in botany and listened with patience (?) to long talks by “Clio’s dear apostle.” But soon these troubles had ended and we entered A room. We left some of our class behind us. but we hope that other roads will take us all to the same goal. The first term of our Senior year we had troubles galore. We almost mastered “Whan that Aprille with his showres sote,” etc., which was one of our worst troubles in English Literature. But we were very fortunate in having a class president who could “get there (?) and our class affairs were many (?) and enjoyable (?) We had a sleighride party after the Christmas holidays, and it was very well attended (?) even tho it was late. 22

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uJhr (Class $™phmj One evening as 1 was thinking of my lonely lot. With nothing to cheer me but bird. cat. and tick of the clock, A voice I heard. Just like a bird. Telling me of my old school-mates, who were then Altogether in the class of 1910. It told me of what they're doing far and near. Some of the things are very queer. Hut remember ere this is told That a bird is as true as gold. Hut it you think this is absurd, Please do not read it word for word. The tales of Eve Bergeson I so have to tell. ltho’ he wanted someone a credit to sell. He was the most brilliant in English Lit. And I think made a big hit. Hut he teaches us how to be free from all care And get our credit any where. Miss Grace, altho she went by •'Green.” Is now a fortuneteller serene. Altho' she claims to tell the truth Never crowded is her booth. A devoted nurse is Miss Effie Peterson now. Teaching the Misses Einberg and Dorfener how. A world-famous prima-donna Miss Kulbcrg has chosen to be. While Noel Holm as a public speaker has traveled far o'er the sea. In a Junior class Lillie P.jerke did play. Till the teacher sent her out one day: It worried her so for breaking the rule That she decided to keep a botany school. Sam Rauch for information is still asking at a wonderful rate. While Miss Woolpy is trying her best to skate. This was tlio't to have started in fun. Hut did not end as twas begun. Miss Abrahamson is a fine hair modiste. Who carries the finest stock ever purchased yet. Walter Nelson has invented an aeroplane so fine. nd at last Harry Conover and Jacobson have found a gold mine. Dora Thomas a bookworm is she. For there is nothing in a book she cannot sometimes see ( ?). Eric Johnson, a popular young man. Is doing the best that anyone can. 24