South High School - Tiger Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

Text from Pages 1 - 100 of the 1911 volume:

Class of June, 1911 President Vice President Secretary -Treasurer Sargeant-at-arms Daniel Colburn Ranthus Fouch Hazel Weedell David Lundeen Stewart Johnson CLASS OFFICERS EDITORIAL BOARD Henry Eggers, Editor-in-chief Ruth Carlson Harriet Lucus Matthew Withers Miss Schureman, Fac. Member BUSINESS BOARD Archie Paul, Manager Ernest Ott Austin Lillegren M. Olson, Fac. Member HONOR ROLL Henry Eggers - 93.7 Esther Dahl - 91.3 Dagny Dahl 93.6 Florence Olson - 91.25 Lillian Oberg - 93.5 Hazel Weedell 91.1 Amalie Nelson 93.3 Ruth Carlson - 90.7 Rose Swinburne - - 92.8 May Holt - - - 90.4 Tyra Adolphson 92 Barney Wikan - - - 90 Ruth Petri - 91.6 Ruth Johnson - 89.6 OUTSIDE STUDENTS Harriet Lucas - 94.9 Viola Kook - 90.4 Page Four rJ''0 the people most worthy of condolence, and most needy of encouragement, those unfortunates of the present Junior Class, who will next year, publish the second number of the South High Tiger, the Editorial and Business Staff of 1912, we dedicate this volume of logic and philosophy. :: :: Page Five GREATER SOUTH HIGH Editorial OU TH High seniors have always been in need of a permanent title for their annuals, so we, the class of June, 1911, have named this copy The Tiger , and hope that it will be used by all succeeding classes. The Tiger (characterized by the orange in the colors of the school) is symbolic of the strength and endurance of South High students, whether on the athletic field or in daily life. We have this year widened the scope of a class annual, and have given all the classes representation. We wish to thank them and the subscribers for their kind support, which has made this a successful undertaking. We thank the entire faculty, which has been so kind and helpful to us during our four years of high school life, and especially Mr. Jorgens, who has been with us in every undertaking. We desire you to read this book from cover to cover so that you will not miss the bright thoughts that frequently flash out from unexpected corners, paying special attention to the artistic skill existing in our class which has made the work of the editorial staff considerably lighter. If you find yourself made the object of little personal reflections, commonly called slams , laugh with us, for it was all given in the spirit of fun. We extend thanks to Colling Hesse, photographers, who have favored us with such excellent work, The Iron Trail Co., printers, and Bureau of Engraving. EDITOR Page Seven MANUAL TRAINING AND COMMERCIAL DEPARTMENT F acuity Room Name Room Name A Ella Bucknam N Mary Byrnes B Philip Carlson O - Nellie La Vigne C Sadie Keatley P Eva Wheeler D - - - Lela Klampe Q Marie Johnson E Marion Gale R - - - Agnes Ravn F - - - Mira Wheeler S Mary Weber G - - - Lillian Carlson T Lura Marchant I Winnefred Schureman U Margaret Christian J Wilhelmina Newmann V Maren Michelet K Glenora Gilman W James Fisher L - Esther Friedlander X - Kate Mac Dermid M - - - Helen Fish z Eloise Butler 2 William Barlow 2 - Margaret Dorr 6 - - - Lillian Mathias 13 - - Harry Martin 7 - - - Carleton Burrier 13 - - - - Marie Berg 8 Melvin Olsen 17 - Wm. Westerson 10 - - Margaret Sheardown 18 - Arthur Adams 11 Anna Cotton 19 Perry Greenwood GYM Ermina Tucker Mr. Hawthorne Pa ?e Nine JOSEPH JORGENS PRINCIPAL Pnf?e Ten AM pleased with the earnestness and splendid spirit which the South High students manifest in all their activities. It leads me to believe that there are more exemplary young men and women today than ever before in the history of the world. We feel like thanking the good mothers in the home who are moulding the characters of their children. We want to express our admiration for the fathers who, sacrificing themselves, ask only for the opportunity to make their daily labors count for the betterment of their boys and girls. Smile their hopes into fulfillment. May the crowning of efforts signify for our noble young men and women, health, usefulness, intellectual enjoyment, good citizenship and character. JOSEPH JORGENS. Page Eleven ANNUAL BOARD Senior Class Poem In this great enlightened age; Each one needs to be a sage; So we packed our books together, And in bright or stormy weather Vowed to go to great South High School— Learn its custom, law, and rule. “Frisky Freshmen”—so they called us— Timid, weak, but numerous; Awe and reverence for the teacher, Fear and trembling for each feature Of this mammoth institution, Where we got our education. Twas in nineteen hundred seven, That the class of nineteen eleven Opened wisdom’s mighty gates, Which together with the fates, Gave us each a classic name,— Full of great renown and fame. Latin grammar had its terrors,— Nothing but a mass of errors Could we make of noun declensions; And with many new inventions Sought to solve for x and y,— Much to learn and much to try. When the earth’d gone round the sun, We were sophomores, every one; No one ever thought of failing, All were safe behind the railing Of a shining double plus;— Very fine and studious. Pajare Thirteen Bravely fought we Caesar’s battles, Seized the vanquished goods and chattels, Learned of Euclid’s lines and angles, Safely worked out all its tangles; Found in history facts and dates, Kingdoms and potentates. Then we made a reputation That was good till graduation,— We were studious all that year Learning Milton and Shakespeare, Emerson’s essays, so profound, Seemed to us quite sane and sound. Next year we were jolly Juniors— “Froh” we were, and happy dreamers, Bent our heads to conquer German ; Learned from text-books and from sermon By our excellent instructors,— Who were kind and true conductors. We did love to have some fun— We were happy as the sun— “Amo, amas” we had learned, And to dancing now had turned; To behold the Junior Ball, Truly, ’twas the best of all. What a great ambition’s aim Was it not to win the game,— From a rival football team, With a score as rich as cream, Even if by doing so Added just one little zero? Now, at last we're Solemn Seniors,— Finished have we books and letters; Traveled far with brave Aeneas, Imbibed Virgil’s great ideas; Tested laws of chemistry, Physics, too, and botany. All our studying soon is past, And we’re thru with books at last. We do thank you, Alma Mater, Bid farewell, but to meet later; Talk once more of days of old The class of Tl,—blue and gold. ESTHER D. DAHL. “Say, Irma, how do you like Gym?” “Oh, I like Ranthus better.” Eastberg with genuine earnestness: “Up, sweet nag, and do thy best, Tomorrow romes a Latin test.,! Mrs. Bucknam: “How many Johnsons are there in Minneapolis?” Esther Nodell: “Many thousands, but none like Stewart.” Miss McDermott: “What else is found in salt waiter besides sodium chloride?” Mr. Noreen: “Salt.” Page Fifteen ALMA MATER J 11 -L ly H.C. 3 m When Aim (X M t t r culls ht-r sont, rh y 1o or « Up iM i--$-$£=£ Hi I ii U-i-j feat nisi I i J j J, ■ j i j i 'Jr=E hold the mighty mother xrm of °l ( South ttx h 4 4. V jbldzing h nners £ 2 « lefr With or n a flume, tor E LjJ yiiidrrrifc M t Page Sixteen Choruti with « pi nt) A m Water true, Aiwa Water true, i f f i 1 i i M i • ( I I 1 [ U 1 i l J M !■ thy awe WU ever do or die % f i m wm i it N (V 1 i m C5 $ ; ; : ; j ; - J - I 7nd Vd A- true Almd Mater r u tint £=l fB « f-f i A ; i I 1 f r r t g Pago Seventeen HE June class of 1911 is indeed a most remarkable collection of infant prodigies. Brilliant in mind and in appearance, we entered the South High four years ago, determined that no jibes of the Sophomores, no smiles of the Juniors, no frowns of the dignified Seniors, would have any effect against the iron coat of our newly donned dignity. We were Freshmen, and we fully appreciated our position as such. If a disdainful upper classman calmly overlooked the fact that we were first at the bookstore window, and disrespectfully pushed past us, we simply ignored the deed, comforting ourselves and one another with “age before beauty,” our turn is still to come. What if we did sit down in the hack scats of the old assembly hall, when we went to recite English on that memborable first day? What if Miss Dorr did have to escort us to front seats before the laughing gaze of the amused Sophomores? We soon outgrew the childishness and timidity which characterize the Freshmen. The months rolled on,— and we were Sophomores! We had attained the second round of the high school ladder, and we were happy. Now springs of poetry hurst forth from our impassioned souls, and endless yards of verse ornamented our books and tablets. Now torrents of convincing arguments poured from our lips as we debated the all absorbing subject, “Woman Suffrage.” Now we sent football heroes to the field. Our boys practised daily on the diamond. Basket ball engaged our leisure moments, and behold, we were a class famed for athletic prowess. Freshmen and Seniors alike, opened their eyes wide, in wonder at the daring feats of the dashing Sophomores. Teachers exclaimed at our records! Never before Page Eighteen in the annals of the school had such splendid physical exploits been combined with such brilliant (?) intellectual ability, and, withall, such modesty! The year passed, and we passed with it. Confusion reigned, for we were Juniors, and must needs settle down in B Room, the home of W ise Juniors of past and future generations. Time after time, were we sent out of one door and through the hall, only to come through the other door. Time after time, were we requested not to walk through the seats, but to use the aisles. It was during this period of our school life, that our remarkable class organized as one united whole, resolved that “live or die, survive or perish,” our organization should hold together. Such splendor as characterized every affair undertaken bv us! The Junior ball, given with the assistance of the Alumni, was a marked success. Sleighrides and parties followed fast upon one another. Dues were paid promptly (?) and everything went well. The days winged by in rapid flight, and before we realized it we were Seniors. We took up our abode in happy Salmagundiville, and in the inspiring atmosphere of that exalted place, we have since lived and flourished. What works of art have we produced for the famous Salmagundi Gazette! What literary works of lasting value, have had their source in the fertile brains of the ingenious Seniors! What strides along the pathway called Knowledge, have we taken under the gentle, yet insistent guidance of our beloved teachers! And now we are ready to face the world. We will go out on the great highway of Life, leaving the home where we have spent four long, happy years to those next in line, trusting that they will uphold the honor of old South High, until they, in their turn, pass on the charge to those coming after them. Class Stones. Freshman ................ Sophomore ............... Junior .................. Senior .................. Emerald . Blarney .. .Grind .. Grave Paj?e Nineteen Page Twenty [ HOW A SENIOR STUDIES The Tale of a Diploma A had a diploma. B bluffed for it. C cheated for it. D dug for it. E expected it. F fought for it. G grieved for it. H howled for it. I was impatient for it. J was jealous for it. K kicked for it. L longed for it. M mourned for it. N needed it. O ordered it. P pined for it. Q quarreled for it. R roared for it. S squealed for it. T teased for it. U was unheedful of it. V vowed for it. W worked for it. X x-claimed for it. Y yearned for it. Z was zealous for it. HAZEL WEEDELL. Page Twenty-one INTERIOR OF AUDITORIUM At Last last! that long anticipated building known by the dignified name of “auditorium” has been completed. That sweet dream, which we have had ever since we were Freshmen, has now been realized. Think how much this means to us and to you, O Freshman, Sophomore, and Junior! We now have one of the finest and most beautiful school auditoriums in the Northwest, and one which is large enough to seat the whole school, as the seating capacity is nearly two thousand. Lack of enthusiasm, school unity, and organization has been due largely to that fact that we have had no auditorium, where the whole school might be assembled. There can be no success in school affairs, altho the students are loyal, unless the whole student body is interested, and, to some extent, organized. This can now be accomplished by means of our new auditorium. To enumerate all of the benefits of an auditorium would take pages of this book. In that building we can assemble for mass meetings to practise in cheering for our foot-ball, base-ball, basket-ball and debating teams. Greater enthusiasm will be aroused; our teams will be so encouraged and aided by these meetings that they will go out with more vigor and determination to win than ever before, and will, no doubt, return as champions. The debators will also be aided by having the opportunity of holding some of the debates in their own auditorium, which will naturally make them more confident. Then think of the benefits to each individual of the school! Everyone will now have the opportunity to display his talent and ability in the weekly programs which are being given. These programs have been a great success, and are looked forward to with great pleasure both by students and teachers, as a happy diversion from the daily grind and routine of school work. They arc especially beneficial to the Freshmen, who will learn to develop their voices, to speak distinctly and with dignity, so that by the time they are Seniors they can appear before the public with ease and grace. There is one benefit in which we all rejoice—the fact that we now can graduate in our own school auditorium. Already a general spirit of interest and enthusiasm has pervaded the school since the auditorum has been built. This building is truly the place where the happy, joyous side of school life is to be developed. Of course, old South High is just the best high school in the world, but now, with her auditorium, she will send forth better and more capable citizens, and become the greatest and most up-to-date high school possible. D. I. D. Page Twenty-three Xante—Tyra Adolphsen. Present—One of those Sharks. In the Future—Teaching Charles Geldman Gcr man. Xante—Esther Arvidsen. Present—Mr. Martin’s Proxy. In the Future—Court reporter. No nte—Elsie A shworth. Present—The Nightingale. In the Future—Prima Donna. X am e—C larence 1 � a i ley. Present—“Mutt.” In the Future—A second Burrier. Xante—I rene Ifcergholz. Present—Of Artist Fame. In the Future—Illustrating Mr. Ott’s jokes. Oh! What a task. Page Twenty-four Ifffj l °$! m m Xame— Maud Borgstroni. Present—Business Girl. In the Future—Taking down Sanaker's speeches. Xante— 1 Miilip 1 Iroderson. Present—Uncle Phil. In the Future—A Dr. of Divinitv. Xante—Inga Brotin. Present— The Blind Stenog. In the Future—Henry Egger's private secretary. Xante—Ruth Carlson. Present—Blondie Brown Eves. In the Future—Famous Essayist. Xante—Lily Christenson. Present—Shorthand Shark. In the Future—Mayor of Anoka. Pa«e Twenty-five Name—Dan Colburn. Present—“Jeff. In the Future—Leading man at the Shubert. Name—Frank Crahen. Present—“Lanky. In the Future—Manufacturer of Crahen's Cray ons. Name—Vernon Christ. Present—At last! In the Future—Taking Post Graduate course at South. Name—Dagny Dahl. Present—The doll of the class. In the Future—A famous short story writer. Name—Esther Dahl. Present—Poet Laureate. In the Future—Teaching Latin at South. Page Twenty-six Name—Henry Eggers. Present—The book worm. In the Future—Professor of Anthropology. Name—George Ellis. Present—Heart-breaker. In the Future—A life insurance agent. Name—Harry Erickson. Present—The Humorist. In the Future—Is still a clerk at Ilstrup’s. Name—Florence Fisher. Present—The coquette. In the Future—Teaching dancing. Name—Mildred Fleming. Present—Small, but O My! In the Future—In politics. Page Twenty-seven Xante—Ranthus Fouch. Present—“Fatty.” In the Future—Plays the banjo at a medicine show. Xante—Charles Geldman. Present—The Speech Maker. In the Future—President of Panama. Xante—Hiram Gibbs. Present—The Good Student. In the Ftiture—Professor of Literature. Xante—Sam Halpern. Present—What’s the score. Sam? ;; the Future—The windy speech maker. Na in e—A rde 11a Hart ung. Present—Flirtie ? In the Future—Practicing Domestic Science. Pago Twenty-eight Xante—Adolph I lasselhcrg. Present—The “Pompadour Kid. In the Future—A Barber. Xa in e—La w rcnce 11 eni pel. Present—Blue Eyes. In the Future—Learning How. Name—Ruby Henderson. Present—Nightingale No. 2. In the Future—Prima Donna in S. H. S. Opera Co. Xante—Adolph Holm. Present—“Percy.” In the Future—Teaching country school. Xante—May Holt. Present—Always prepared. In the Future—Doing light housekeeping. Pag; Twenty-nine Name—Alice Hurlburt. Present—“La Petite.” In the Future—President of Mother’s Club. Name—Walter Iverson. Present—“Goodie.” In the Future—Making some girl happy. Name—Guv Jensen. Present—The “Wise Guy.” In the Future—“In society.” Name—Minnie Johnson. Present—Bashful Minnie. In the Future—Designing gowns for English nobility. Name—Ruth Johnson. Present—The Charmer. In the Future—Teaching a school of one. Page Thirty Name—Stewart Johnson. Presen t—Pretty. In the Future—Mayor of Hopkins. Name—Henrietta Jones. Present—“Babe.” In the Future—The happy wife of Baron John son von Hartkoph. Name—Mayme Jones. Present—The Midget. In the Future—Lecturing on “How to Remain an Old Maid.” Name—Viola Kook. Present—Charm. In the Future—A demure little Miss. Name—Alvin Krogh. Present—“Hooky.” In the Future—Teaching Manual Training in S. H. S. Page Thirty-one Xante—Lawrence Lawler. Present—South’s Anclv Oyler. hi the Future—Manager of Chicago Cubs. Xante—Austin Lillegrin. Present—Bright Eyes. In the Future—Builder of aeroplanes. Xante—Clara Liljegren. Present—Dimples. hi the Future—Manicurist. Xante—Harrv Linder. Present—The lady’s man. In the Future—Where we once saw Harry Mitchell’s face we now see Harry Linder’s. Xante—Albin Lovass. Present— Kandy Kid.” hi the Future—Conducting Matrimonial Office. PaKe Thirty-two ■ Xante—Harriet Lucus. Present—Our briorht and shining star. hi the Future—A renowned nature poet. Xante—David Lundeen. Present—Demosthenes. In the Future—Page of the House of Representatives. Xante—Martha Lyman. Present—The Boisterous. hi the Future—Prominent suffragette. Xante—Ruth McKeen. Present—The Demure. In the Future—Housekeeping. Xante—Ruth McKeever. Present—Boy Magnate. In the Future—On the stage. Pago Thirty-three a Xante—Roy Matson. Present—Ex-president of June, 1911. In the Future—Now president of Matson Baby Label Bread Co. Xante—George Merket. Present—Popularity. hi the Future—President of U. S. Airline. Xante—Cora Millerberg. Present—Nancy. In the Put tire—Teaching chemistry at South. Xante—Amalie Nelson. Present—Mystery of Mysteries. In the Future—A contented farmer’s wife. Xante—Irma Xewquist. Present—Queen of Hearts. In the Future—Parisian Model. Page Thirty-four m, Vi Xante—Esther Nodell. Present—Ruth’s Echo. In the Future—Has made a slight change in name, substituting an R or the X. Name—Oscar Norbom. Present—Miss Gilman's Prodigy. In the Future—Detective. Name—Mr. Nordale. Present—“Deary.” In the Future—Watching for a chance to get “hooked up.” Xante—Gustave Nordin. Present—Spendthrift. In the Future—Teaching little Gus to save money. Xante—Ethel Nyberg. Present—Goldv Locks. In the Future—Advertising “Pink Blush.” Page Thirty-five Name—Lillian O'berg. Present—Airv Fairy. In the Future—Matron of Winona Normal. 0 111 1 Name—Irene O'Conner. Present—St. Paul’s Delegate. In the Future—A first class milliner. Name—Clarence Olson. Present—“Steady.” In the Future—Geometry Professor at Yale. Name—Florence Olson. Present—Model Student. In the Future—Principal of S. H. S. Name—Lawrence Olson. Present—Wearv Willie. In the Future—A street car conductor. Pnse Thirty-six Xante—Mildred Olson. Present—(jiggles. In the Puture—Hack on the farm. Xante—Ernest Ott. Present—Mr. Meanto. In the Putnre—Officer, lie’s in again! Xante—Sam Radebaugli. Present—A Shark ( ?). In the Future—Latin professor at 1'. of M. Xante—Ruth Palmer. Present—The girl with the gentle voice. In the I: it fare—Mrs. Ellis. Xante—Archie Paul. Present—Archibald. In the Future—Holding h full house; a pair and three of a kind. Thlrty-8ov«n Name—Frances Pearson. Present—Our Jewel. In the Future—Has left her position as teacher of chemistry ‘‘for better or for worse.” Name—Ellen Peterson. Present—Smiles. In the Future—Is writing an interesting U. S. History. Name—Irene Peterson. Present—Miss Primp. In the Future—Teacher of Dramatic Art at the Northwestern Conservatory. Name—Julius Pohlson. Presen t—Caesar. In the Future—Missionary in the dark regions of Africa. Name—Lloyd Peterson. Present—The Cut-up. In the Future—Home Building. Page Thirty-eight m w. Xante—Sadie Peterson. Present—The Modest Maid. In the Future—Is enjoying single blessedness. Name—Ruth Petri. Presen t—Everybody’s Helper. ; the Future—Is taking Miss Klampe’s place. Name—Minnie Reber. Present—Ruth’s Rival. In the Future—Answering ‘‘Pleas of the Heartsick.” Name—Clarence Roedell. Present—Mamma’s Precious. In the Future—Keeps a little clothing store. Name—Edith Sandberg. Present—The Quiet. In the Future—Home making. Paj?e Thirty-nine Xante—James Sanaker. Present—Timid Jimmy. In the Future—Comedian at the Unique. Xante—David Swartz. Present—The Butler. In the Future—Proprietor of Co.” “Palace Clothing Xante—Morse Shapiro. Present—Dutch. In the Future—Teaching Irish in Stockholm University. Xante—Rose Swinburne. Present—Also demure. In the Future—Prominent society leader. Xante—Margaret Thvedt. Present—Brownie. In the Future—Is enjoying life traveling over the continent as the companion of an heiress. Page Forty Name—Ethel Thomas. Present—Latin Shark. In the Future—Conjugating 44Amo.” AT a m e—Con rad T horpe. Present—Is making a study of the “Stars.” In the Future—Got one. Na in e—A1 f red 1' hor sen. Present—Dreamy Eyes. In the Future—Professor of Fine Arts at Rad-cliff. Name—Robert Wiberg. Present—'‘Bobbie.” In the future—Pounding the “Ivories” in ‘Tula” Orchestra. Xante—1 lazel Weeded. Present— rtist- Athlete. In the Future—Principal of Pratt Institute. Page Forty-one Xamc—Irene Westman. Present—‘Cutey.” In the Future—Mistress of the White House. Name—Harney Wikan. Present—Barney Pretty Boy. In the Future—Has invented a “thinker” . . . much in demand bv students. Name—Ragno Wilson. Present—Short but sweet. In the Future—Head nurse at Asbury Hospital. Name—Matthew Withers. Present—Little Ray of Sunlight. In the Future—Soloist at Santrizos. Xante—Burnet Wolfson. Present—“Windy. In the Future—Lawyer. Page Forty-two FIRST FOOTBALL TEAM First Team HE 1910 foot-ball season which South High has just closed, did not bring the championship to the school, but it was a success. South High has produced some of the best football players of any Twin City High School, but has been crippled by some of the greatest hardships that has ever befallen a team. The first game was played with Saint Paul Central, which ended with a victory, the score being 5 to 0. This game assisted Coach Kjelland and ( apt. Savage considerably, as they could get an estimate of the playing qualities of each man, and every school predicted that South would win the title. The best High School game played during the whole season of any school took place between South and North. The weather was ideal, and the largest and most enthusiastic crowd of the season turned out. North started in the game as favorites, because they were such large and heavy fellows, usually called '‘Beef Trust,” (a name which seemed unreasonable, but they could not help it). The final score was 6 to 6. There is no necessity of giving an account of each game as it is a repetition of facts which every one knows. I cannot point out any individual player as being the “star, because if one showed up any better than another, it was that that one happened to get the opportunity. The boys played hard, and always conducted themselves on the football field as gentlemen, and in the last game showed a knowledge of football that bids well for success in the coming season. In recognition of their fine work, the members of the team were awarded black sweaters with an orange “S” by the Athletic Association. CONRAD THORP, Student Manager. Ruth J.: “What did you get your hair cut that way for? Harry E.: For ten cents. J Page Forty-five SECOND FOOTBALL TEAM Second Team South High had two fast teams on the field last fall, but the second team got the championship title from their class in a walk-away fashion. The first team did not excel them very much, and this helped the regulars in patching up weak points on the team. Too much credit cannot he given Anderson, whose mighty toe won the majority of games, but we must not forget the other members because they worked hard on both the defensive and offensive sides. It is hard to express our thanks for the untiring work of Mr. C. Burner in coaching the “champs,” but we hope that he will also turn out a 1911 winning team. CONRAD THORP, Sudent Manager. The teacher had given the class one-half an hour to learn the first stanza of a poem. Every one accomplished the task easily, and recited it glibly when called upon, except the boy at the foot of the class. lie couldn’t even remember the first line and the teacher wearied and out of patience burst out with: “What is your head for, anyway?” The boy was astonished at this new question, but after deliberating a moment, his face lit up and he answered: “To keep my collar on, sir.” Mr. Matson: “I think I’ll take poison!” Mr. Colburn: “You’re crazy! 'fake Eng. Lit., it’s surer.” Page Forty-seven BASEBALL TEAM Baseball DICATIONS pointed out to a championship team last year, and everything ended well, as South won the title for two successive years, which brought to the school the Journal banner made of orange and black, the school colors, which read, “Champion High School Base Ball Team, South High School, Season 1910.” Looks pretty good, “hey! Prospects looked dim for the boys last year, but they had the courage to come out and do the best they could, because trying was better than failing. I'he following players were seen in the lineup: Oscar Johnson took care of the receiving department and brought in everything that came his way. Earnest W atson, the S. II. S. slab artist, spoiled many a batting average for the opponent, as he made them swing and “whiff” the air. as he throws a ball that comes in like peas. Lawrence Lawler, we all know, is a good batter, and he covers so much ground at short that his nose gets red. Ray Sanborn, who played his last year, was South’s foundation, because he could catch the ball from any angle and kept the team from many defeats. Fred Gulden, the Caruso of German Songs, took care of second base as though he owned it. and his stick work helped a great deal. Arthur Low, the captain for 1911, started winter base ball training by throwing “spit balls” in his room, but we can rely on him for the willow work. William Peterson, utility man. was used at every position and is considered one of the best men for playing the different positions. George Watts, who is known to “hit the dust” will try out for first base, and we want to see him keep up his batting average parallel to last year’s. Albert Peterson was our faithful captain and always did his “Irish stunt by pounding out a hit, and scooped all the high ones that came his way, which wasn’t nice. Conrad Thorp managed the team and played the outfield. With good support from the students, another championship team is assured. CONRAD THORP, Manager. Papff Forty-nine BASKET BALL TEAM Basketball ASKETBALL is the only sport that may be indulged in by both boys and girls in high school. Since the new gymnasium has been built every indoor sport has prospered, but especially basketball. Many students turned out for the game when the gymnasium was first Opened. Miss Ermina '1'ucker was sent to teach the girls, and all of us thought she knew everything pertaining to a good time in a gymnasium. The girls have made no pretense to work up a team or to accomplish anything in the way of basketball. The girls were divided into classes according to grade and practiced at regular periods each week. On Fridays all turned out for interclass games. The Juniors showed the strongest team, with the Sophomores next. The Freshmen were naturally the weakest. Not enough Seniors came out regularly to form a strong team. There was no tournament, but the girls played among themselves just for the fun of playing the game. The boys had a more prosperous time. Under the teaching of Mr. W. E. Hawthorne, the athletic coach, the boys developed four class teams. A tournament was held, which resulted in the championship title going to the Juniors, with the Seniors second. The Juniors had a strong team and succeeded in winning all the interclass games. They won from the Seniors with a score of 11 to 10; from the Sophomores, 14 to 11; from the Freshmen, 20 to 9. With such fine material as is to be found among the students what can we not expect of the future teams? The girls and boys have won championships before and why may they not do so again? They surely will with such fine instructors, such a fine gymnasium, and the good spirit already shown. HAZEL E. WEEDELL. '‘Why do the senior girls stare at each other?” “Because they are good looking (g)lasses.” Page Fifty-one Teachers as Seen by a Student JH SCHOOL boys are strange animals. I know, because I’ve been one for five years. They are cruel, merciless, and unjust to their instructors. It is not the purpose of this article to defend the poor, oppressed pedagogues, however, nor is it my intention to deplore the hard-heartedness of the students. I have no object other than to show the schoolmaster how he looks to an ordinary boy. If this strikes you as rambling and near-philosophizing, I beg to be forgiven for infringing on your valuable time, and plead as my excuse, ignorance. We must, of course, deal with that inherent quality of every person at the high school age, conceit. The estimate placed by every student upon himself is much too high. It never occurs to the student, until he has been told a number of times, that the more he thinks he knows, the less he really does know; or to use the technical language of one of the aforesaid pedagogues. A boy’s real knowledge varies inversely with the cube of his fancied knowledge. (How about it, Mr. Fisher?) But it would be impossible to convince a boy that his opinion of a teacher is not real knowledge. His judgment of a teacher is always correct, and, in his opinion, final. But I was to write about teachers: teachers in general and three divisions in particular. In the slang of the old reference table which, until its removal, was to us what the coffee house was to Addison and his associates, a teacher is a cinch, is fierce or all-right. I could make myself perfectly clear and terminate the essay right here by giving local examples of each class, but I have still a few weeks to spend within these classic walls and wish to spend them pleasantly. A cinch is a, is a, well a, um-er, why, just a cinch. I find no suitable synonym. The cinch may be best exposed by relating a little one-act, two-character playlet which is presented in her class any morning, particularly in the spring of the year. “Miss Eazy,” we chirp, looking her straight in the eyes, “I prepared my paper last night but left it at home this morning. Will you kindly excuse Page Fifty-two “Oh yes,” says the innocent Miss Eazy, “Try to remember it tomorrow.” “Try to remember it tomorrow.” Very well done. Tomorrow, we forget. Likewise does Miss Eazy. The curtain falls with the hero triumphant. Another play is taking place in Miss Hen's room, but the plot is not quite the same. The student has entered the room with no paper and pleaded the time-honored excuse which was so successful in the above drama. “Well, well,” says Miss Hen, thoughtfully, “your paper at home is undoubtedly worth one hundred per cent, but on account of its modesty in making an appearance, I must mark it zee-ro.” The curtain goes down with our brave hero blindly and unsuccessfully struggling with the villain. Teachers of the remaining class are found everywhere. We like this class, because we are sure of getting what we call a “square deal.” We know our mark before we receive our cards, because we know what we’ve done, and know that we’ll be marked for it. We need no dialogue to illustrate the character of her rule. She or he. we favor neither sex, does not accept any weak excuses and we know better than to try them. But this sternness, rather than arousing our hatred, inspires our respect for her. and gives us confidence in her abilities as a teacher. Taking them all in all, thin and fat, short and tall, the average is about plus, and according to the key for the enlightenment of our parents, “work marked plus is good.” There was a youngster named Ott, Who at bluffing was right on the spot. He encountered Miss Keatley Who trimmed him up neatly, And a double plus student he’s not. Oh no, A double plus student lie’s not. Page Fifty-three The Slammer Miss Keatley (severely) : “Mr. Ott, can you tell me what Q. E. F. means?” Mr. Ott (bravely) : “Quite Easily Flunked.” Miss Schureman: “Are you troubled with scepticism, Mr. Sanaker?” Mr. Sanaker: “Oh, no, ma'am; my trouble has always been skipticism. Miss Schureman: “Leave the class, Mr. Sanaker.” Mr. Sanaker (moving rapidly): “You don’t suppose I'll take it with me, do you ?” Mr. Merkert: “I never thought my voice would fill this new audi- torium.” Mr. Fisher: “Neither did I; I thought it would empty it.” Miss McDermott: “Mr. Lawler, name a few bases.” Mr. Lawler: “First base; second base; third base.” Miss Keatley (before a Geometry test): “No compositions or essays will be accepted.” Wanted: Some one to buy me a pencil sharpener; a seven-dollar one will do.—Mr. H. G. Martin. Wolfson: “How much is that candy a pound?” Clerk: “Ten cents.” Wolfson : “Give me one cent’s worth.” R. McKeen: “Generally speaking, senior girls are—” Austen L. (interrupting): “Yes, they are—” R. McKeen: “Are what?” Austen L.: “Generally speaking.” Page Fifty-four Society When studies with parties clash, Studies then must go to smash. HANKS to “Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm.” for giving me the happy thought with which to begin this narrative. Many a time this year have studies gone to smash because of the busy social whirl of South High. Early last fall, the class of June 1911, then “B Seniors, started the ball rolling with an informal party at Pillsbury House in the first week of October. Never was there a larger ora jollier crowd of boys and girls at a class party. The evening was most enjoyably spent in games and dancing, while Mr. Olson and his pretty little wife acted as chaperons. The social epidemic next seized the Juniors, and the result was a hardtime party at Easthagen hall. This time everyone was required to come in rags, tatters, and patches, and those who were dressed at all respectably had to pay the penalty. Such a sight and such a kaleidoscopic throng of destitute creatures! Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. Again dancing and games were the diversion of the evening. Then came the “A” Seniors' dancing party at Malcolm’s and after that the Senior Informal, the event of the season, 'flic hall was transformed into a sylvan bower where one might well expect to see Rosalind and Orlando. The class colors were carried out in the programs. The Juniors and ”B” Seniors together gave a sleigh-ride which culminated in a dance at Robbinsdale. One evening we came into South High and found it completely changed. I he hall, with all its booths, looked like the Rialto. This was the night ol the Senior Bazaar, when a large number enjoyed the wares of the young merchants. I he Senior Hop, though not as elaborate as a Junior Ball, proved to be one of the most entertaining events of the year. Pa e Flfty-� ix Then, in the first week of March, followed the Athletic Benefit Dance at Ark Auditorium. The grandest and most elaborate function of the year was the Junior Ball given at the Masonic Temple by the Alumni Association and Junior Class. Surely Fairyland could not be more beautiful and attractive than was this ball-room. The decorations consisting of the school colors and spring flowers could not have been more artistically arranged. The girls in their dainty gowns of every conceivable hue and style were most charming. The evening was spent most delightfully in visiting our old friends of South High and dancing. Mrs. B. (Eng. Lit. class) : “(live us an idea of liberty.” Bob V.: “Getting out of a Geometry recitation.” Going to Juniors’ Ball. Page Fifty-seven WHAT WE THINK. A girl in a corner is worth two in a crush. A bluff is better than a zero. Speech is silver; silence is—not in class. A recitation in time saves a—zero. The more, the merrier—especially holidays. Better look into your tablet before you leap into a test. Knowledge is power—oh, you valedictorian!! “New jokes, responded the son of a joke editor. The teacher had lectured upon the terrible results of panics on individuals and on the country as a whole. The next day, intending to find out what effect her exertions had produced, she asked. “George, what is the result of a panic?” Soph—o—more, Pair of skates, Hole in ice. Golden Gates. Pagre Fifty-olght THE LITERARY SOCIETY Page Fifty-nine Literary and Debating HE South High Debating and Literary Society has always been an active force in South High. Success and prosperity have attended the efforts of its members this year as in the past. A new interest is taken in the work of the Society by the entire student body, and with the advantages which the new auditorium affords, the Society bids fair to become a more potent factor of school life than ever before. The advantages of the auditorium are constantly being demonstrated. This year the debating team has been able to meet its opponents at home, and thus receive the support of large and enthusiastic audiences, which, under other conditions, would not have been able to attend. riie meetings of the Society were begun very soon after the beginning of the school year. New members were taken into the Society, and an election was held. James Sanaker was elected President; Vernon Bergstrom, Vice-President; Max Yeager. Secretary; Mr. Westerson, Treasurer, and Ernest Ott and Sam Sacks, Sergeant-at-Arms. The task of choosing the Debating Team to represent South was now begun. A contest was held to which all the members of the Literary Society were eligible. James Sanaker, Sam Halpern, Bernet Wolfson, Sam Rigler and Ben Cohen took part in the contest which resulted in the choosing of James Sanaker, Sam Halpern and Sam Rigler as the South High Debating I'eam, with Bernet Wolfson as alternate. The question over which the contest was held was the same as had been chosen for the debates with the various high schools of the city: “Resolved that Minneapolis Should Adopt the Commission Form of Government.” Mr. Westerson, who for many years has been the efficient coach of the Debating Team, withdrew from that position, and Mr. Carlson, a new member of the Faculty, was appointed to his place. Mr. Carlson has had a great deal of experience in debating work, and has proved himself a hard working and successful coach. Preparation for the first debate was now the order of the day. East High was our first opponent. By some misunderstanding, however, both Page Slxty-one teams prepared to defend the negative side of the question, and, consequently, there was no debate. On January 15th our team met the West High orators at the West High Auditorium, and an excellent debate resulted. The judges for some reason, unknown to us, gave the decision to West. February-- our team for the first time had the privilege of using their own auditorium in a debate. This time it was North who opposed us. and again the judges gave a decision unfavorable to our team. On the evening of March 3rd, however, our team defeated the Cambridge High School team by a unanimous decision. The debate was held at Cambridge, Minn. The final clash of the year came on the evening of March 10th with Central. It was a close and interesting debate throughout. The two to one decision in favor of Central was the only feature we did not thoroughly enjoy. The Society, as a whole, has prospered throughout the year, and has proved a great success in many ways. The programs have been especially interesting and the Mock Trial, probably more than any other feature of the year’s work, proved the ability of South High students. The year has been a success, but there is room for much improvement, and with the added facilities which now can be used to great advantage, it is to be hoped that the Society will grow and prosper and become more and more a power for the benefit and good of South High students. DAVID LUNDEEN. Ernest had a little lamp, Which was well trained, no doubt, For, when the time to study came, The little lamp went out. Page Sixty-two A TOUGH JOB GIRLS’ GLEE CLUB Ever since the class of June 1911 entered South High, we have heard the wail, and indeed have taken up the cry, “South is dead, or sound asleep ’ With the completing of the auditorium has come a new condition of affairs. Programs are given by different classes and entertainment are furnished by friends outside the school. Still better than this, we find organizations now flourishing, and the class-spirit and general enthusiasm is waking up the old school and the days of monotony and drudgery are over. Among girls, the organization of most importance is the “Glee Club.” When the announcement was made that such a club was to be started, girls from all classes expressed their desire to become members, even the Freshmen forgetting to be bashful in their eagerness. At the first rehearsal, sixty-two responded to roll-call. After this rehearsal, one of the faculty members remarked: “The harmony was wonderful.” A boy student said that the music could be heard three blocks from the school, so we are confident that there is sufficient volume to the voices to frighten a rival football team enough so that South High players would not need a “stone-wall in order to defeat them, if the girls would only sing a funeral dirge on such an occasion. Mr. John Lyons, who is a former South High student, has been secured as director of our club, and he admits that the outlook for success is promis- Page Sixty-five ing. If enthusiasm only lasts, and the student-body lends encouragement and co-operation, great things are undoubtedly in store for the Girls’ Glee . Club. There is no question about the fact that this bunch of girls cannot keep silent, and you may depend upon hearing from them in the near future. RUBY HENDERSON, President. Mr. Carlson: “What is a political machine, Miss Fleming?” Miss Fleming: “Er—that—what-d’ye-call-it, that they vote on when they—push the button on election day.” Class in unison : “Tee-hee !” A little bit of rubbing With a little bit of paint, Makes a girl’s freckles Look as if they ain't. He failed in Latin, Flunked in Chem, They heard him softly hiss: “I’d like to find the man who said That ignorance is bliss.” —Troubadour. Page Sixty-six C DAUGHTER BOYS’ CLUB The Boys’ Club NTIL last fall, the students at South High had no idea of what the Boys’ Clubs at the other high schools were. Through the efforts of Mr. Burner, however, interest was aroused among the Senior and Junior boys, and the South High Boys’ Club came into existence. The object of this organization is a higher aim in self development, and a bigger and better spirit of fellowship among the high schools. The five clubs meet every Tuesday for supper at the Y. M. C. A. Before and during the meal, a jolly spirit of comradeship and brotherliness prevails, and everyone has ample opportunity to get acquainted with other students. After the Bostonian repast has been partaken of, the speaker for the evening is announced. Here the important phase of these meetings is apparent. We have had speeches by well-known, successful professional and business men. The talks given us bv such men as Attorney Hall, Rabbi Deinard, Mr. George Dayton, Governor Eberhart, and President Vincent cannot be over-estimated. Discussions have been held and members have exchanged ideas on vital questions of the day. These things have made the Boys’ Clubs highly beneficial organizations; each and every member is thankful for the privilege and benefit. Next year the clubs hope to be bigger and better than heretofore, 'file best decision a Junior or Senior can make is to join, when the opportunity is given. JAMES SANAKER. W hen we sec a bumble bee Bumming o’er a bounding lea. The best thing for you and me, Is to let that bumming bumble bee. Page Sixty-nine TECHNICAL CLUB The South High Technical Club URING the last semester, many new organizations have sprung up and old ones have been rejuvenated. Among the latter, the one that has bright prospects of being the best, liveliest, and most interesting, and most educational of all, is the South High Technical Club. Though this body of about thirty or forty Junior and Senior boys is newly formed, there formerly existed in this school an organization of technical students called “The Engineers’ Club.” This club ceased to be active, probably on account of a change of instructors. Ever since the new building has been completed, the “live” members of the faculty have been thinking seriously of forming another such organization. The result was, that the Technical Club was organized under Mr. Burner in co-operation with Mr. Fisher and Mr. Olson. The second meeting completed the organization with the adoption of a constitution and by-laws, and the election of officers. The object of this club is the further education of students along technical lines and mechanic arts, time for which cannot be found by the science teachers in the regular school work. Interesting and educational trips are planned to such places as the government dam, the flour mills, power houses, and gas works. As an organization, the club gets special attention at these places, and more can be got out of such a trip than if one goes alone. Practical men, men specialists along technical lines, have been secured by the club to give interesting and educational lectures. The club plans to have a library in the near future, as soon as funds can be secured; in fact a librarian has been elected. We well may say, the object of this fine, new, yet prosperous organization, is free, interesting, technical education for all those who join. THE SOUTH HIGH TECHNICAL CLUB, Chas. E. Doell, President. Page Seventy-one ORCHES TRA The South High School Orchestra e are justly proud of our new orchestra, with its fifteen members. I here has been no orchestra here for about five years. We hope the present orchestra, still in its infancy, will grow into an important institution of the South High School. MARION GALE. It was in the physics class, the teacher was lecturing on “light,” and, by the aid of a stereopticon and an optical disk, he was showing the class the different phenomena. “When the light comes through this slit and striks this prism, we have total reflection, now, when we move this hood up, the light goes—.“ “Out,” chorused the class when the arc arrangement failed to work. Page Seventy-three Progress MESSAGE from the South High Alumni Association said: “It is a dead cinch that you have not been in the New South High.” Let me assure you, friends, that I have not only been in it, but have been lost in it. Lost! does it not strike one as odd, to say the least, to be lost in a building in which one has spent five days out of seven for four years? Such, however, are the proportions assumed by our beloved school, that others beside freshmen are lost in these days. To one who loves the old school, it is, indeed, a pleasure to see the progress that has been made. Mr. Jorgens took me on an inspection tour of the new building. We went upstairs, downstairs, through beautiful broad halls, across rooms, down more stairs, until it was no wonder that I felt like a stranger in a strange land. Yet not a stranger either; for I gloried in the thought that this was but the inevitable expansion of my Alma Mater. Two large wings have been added on the Twenty-fifth Street side, more than doubling the former size of the building. Connecting these wings with the main building, are large corridors. On the third floor, the old Assembly Hall has been divided into large, pleasant rooms. The wings are a great improvement over the main building; for throughout, the halls are light, the rooms large and well equipped, and the whole structure made of reinforced concrete and entirely fireproof. A portrait gallery is an interesting feature of the new structure; all the class pictures are hung together in one of the halls. This gallery of seniors is an attraction to both visitors and students: visitors linger to recall their school days and classmates; students look with interest and amusement for the portrait of a mother, an aunt, or some other relative who has graduated from South High. One wing is occupied by the Manual Training and Commercial Departments. The fine typewriting and bookkeeping departments under the direction of an efficient corps of teachers, is able to compete with any business college in the city. No comparison is possible between the old and new turning room, machine and bench shops; an addition which is a point of Page Seventy-four excellence is the forge room. How unusual to step into a large room and see so many forges with their bright fires, to hear the sound of the hammers striking the anvils, and to watch the boys in leather aprons handling the tools and learning the rudiments of the blacksmith's trade! I wanted to stay there and ask innumerable questions, but we hurried on to the other wing. On the way, we passed through the engine room, the room containing the fan and ventilating apparatus, and the coal bin. This heating plant is outside, covering the space between the two wings on the basement floor only. This also is unique in Minneapolis. The value of the auditorium is already felt to an extraordinary degree. It is large and beautifully decorated. The seating capacity is nineteen hundred and thirteen. Programs, given in turn by the different classes and the Literary Society arc an established occurrence of school life. Lectures and stereopticon views play their part. And think of the opportunity for football meetings! The life and spirit of the school have taken a decided step forward. The gymnasium is a wonderful place. When I visited it, a class of small boys was on the floor; as I watched them so faithfully working together under the direction of the instructor, I thought that future classes would probably contain a finer class of young men and women than former classes have graduated,—more ready for life's battles, because of the training they are receiving. Above our heads was a broad running track; on the walls were baskets for basketball; all around was a great assortment of clubs, dumb-bells, balls, vaulting poles, and boxing gloves. We all share the pride of teachers and pupils in this finely equipped gymnasium. Another thing interested me,—a small room on the second floor. It is a rest room, containing a couch, easy chairs, and table, and having an attractive rug on the floor. What cause for exultation that the weary or sick teacher or pupil is properly provided for! A kitchen has been installed with full equipment, such as electric dish washers and patent potato-parers. A large pleasant dining room is fitted with tables and chairs. When I think of the hunger I always felt during the fifth and sixth periods, I wish that I could go back and enjoy those good dinners. Page Seventy-five Much has been done; but it is only the beginning of a period of great success and prosperity for South High. The building stands for growth and development; yet, after all, it is not in the building, but in the larger outlook on life, in the increased efficiency of the young citizens that it graduates, by which a school can measure its progress. The Students’ Council makes us believe that South High is “making good” in this as well as in the material growth. This Students’ Council consits of two students chosen from each room in the building, with an advisory committee of six of the faculty members. At present, it is mainly occupied with keeping order in the building and with influencing the students toward self-government. The work of the organization is carried on by the committees, as those on halls and grounds. These committees see that no paper is thrown around, that books are neatly put away, that blackboards are kept clean, that walls are not marked upon or scratched, and many other things that count in the general appearance of a building. The results are plain—one cannot go through the building without noticing a marked improvement. This will be one factor, and an important one, in the future of South High. It means, not only the welfare of the building, but also the training of the pupils in the control of themselves and their affairs. The Alumni, as well as the present students, are proud of our school; let us not stop with pride, however, but let us give its students, its teachers, and its principal our heartiest help and co-operation in all they undertake. We are happy in what has been accomplished; and we look forward to the future with joy and satisfaction. MARY E. HOSKEN, June 1910. Mr. F.: “What happened when the sun was eclipsed?” Mr. H. L.: “Ask the girls.” Page Seventy-six Freshman Class COMMITTEE Alice Foss Morris Gibbs Pagre Seventy-seven BURRIER ON THE JOB NOTICE WE CHALLENGE AN] INSTITUTE' Of THIS KINO TO compete; WITH OS IN THE Ql AUT't AND INTELLIGENCE OFTHE INMATES. COME AND S££ TH£ .f Ei5J� c.h. LEONA ISO PE Tt FVSEW ( P l6C- £S) CHESTER' VhLLtt AN. Pago Seventy-eight FRESHMENS ZOOLOGICAL GARDEN That First Memorable Day EPTEMBER 6, 1910: A day long to be remembered! The mob of freshmen are “hustling’' to South High all excited over the significance of their new career. A poster on the door—“All Freshmen go to A Room.” But where is A Room? The hall is crowded with confused Freshmen, standing in groups of twos and threes, talking in excited tones regarding “courses,” “Latin,” and “teachers.” A teachers’ meeting was being held in A Room and the eager Freshmen were obliged to wait in the hall. Every minute was an hour before they could sit in those “large” seats in A Room. At last, the teachers and mighty principal vacated and—my! such a bustling—the Freshmen piled into the room, dashed for seats, and sat in patient expectation. A short speech of welcome was given by Mr. Jorgens; the Freshmen filled out a ballot with name and desired course; and adjourned until the next day. Such was our exciting introduction to the South High School. It was several weeks before we could concentrate our minds upon our work, and settle down to earnest study. The class of 1914 is an imposing body, almost three hundred strong. We are not only the largest, but also the brainiest class that ever entered South High School. ALICE FOSS. I wanna—go home, Boo-hoo, boo-ha; I wanna—go home To pa and ma; Freshman, Freshman, Rah! Rah! Rah! Page Seventy-nine Remorse of Conscience TIIE end of every term about fifty per cent of the students catch that disease known as “Remorse of Conscience ’ The day that the report cards have been issued, you hear the question, “I wonder why I got a minus this month?” Then they see the teachers, only to hear the same answer, “Lack of study, of course.” As soon as the new month begins, they begin to fritter their time away. In class, when asked to recite, they reply, “I don’t know,” or “I didn’t get that problem.” About the end of the third month, the students usually settle down to hard work to bring up their marks to passing grade. In many cases, it is too late, and they take home report cards marked “Failed” in one or two studies. This is the period when most students have the disease. For several days they mope around, wishing they could take that term over again. Then they solemnly vow that it shall never happen again, and settle down to keep that promise. Do they do so? In most cases, they do not. As graduation approaches, the students begin to think more seriously of the future. If they intend entering the University, they look up their averages, to find that many of their marks are below the required standard. Then they think of the many things they ought not to have done, also the many things they ought to have done. This results in more worry, and in wishing that they were just entering high school. But there are many students who say, “What’s the use of going to school to work hard; you’ve got many years of drudgery ahead; you might as well have a good time now.” This is usually a false front; underneath, you feel an unrest and bitterness because of your failure to study. This is the disease, “Remorse of Conscience.” ALFRED OBERG. “All the great men are dying, and I don’t feel well myself,” sighed our friend Stewart. Page Eighty Sophomore Class COMMITTEE Norman Brawthen Leo Rigler Hattie Wing Page Eighty-one We Sophomores Two years have now passed since we started to South High, Two years of good work have now quickly flown by. We thought when we started this wonderful place, To finish this school would take millions of days. Of course we felt proud to be through the eight grades, And orange and black were our favorite shades; We talked of our English, we talked X V Z, For going to high school was fine as could be. Through paying attention and laboring hard, And trying our best for a double plus card, The year was soon over to our great joy, And we were no longer a mere Freshman toy. Then one gleam of hope at last dawned on us there, Then one ray of sunshine to lift up our care, Perhaps it would not take a very long time To get to the top of our hard four-year climb. At last we were Sophomores—some say “Wisefools,” A thing which we wished were against the school rules; But taking our work for another hard year, The months now flew quickly and it left us here. We now look ahead for the next two years' work, We’ll study real hard and hope never to shirk, We'll strive to keep up a good reputation, And then we’ll be ready for our graduation. Striving still onward our goal soon to reach, We’ll always work hard and do just what we preach, Till we at last burst on that glorious hour, When we win our goal at the top of our tower. Page Elghty-two MAY M. PETERSON. or “You say your grandfather was in the Crimean War; was ,,, thp ‘Charge of the Light Brigadef’ ” “Almost.” “Almost! What do you mean by that?” “Well, when they came to count out the 600, he was the 601 so they had to leave him out.” Page Elghty-threo B Seniors HERE are three avenues of education that have been essential in our development, the school, the home and the church. The school has formed one of the most important factors, for the spirit of the school is to elevate our ideals. It is here we have come in contact with great minds, it is from among our school friends we have picked our society. Our primary school education was simply a beginning, it brought us along the road of development, that we might intelligently understand. Our high school education has exerted its influences in many directions, it has lifted our ideals in regard to almost every branch of life. Our minds have broadened; we appreciate the master minds; we have been urged to a desire to do something. Studies alone cannot have all the credit for bringing us to this stage of perfection, for our environment has been a tremendous factor. The atmosphere of South High is inspiring and uplifting, the tone within the class is energy and enthusiasm. South High and all it means has been branded upon our minds and with such a glorious picture continually before us, it is no honor to us that we have developed, but a credit to the institution. After one has made up one’s mind to succeed and to be an inspiration to those whom one comes in contact with; one’s determination, if it be sound, is sure to exert some influence; how much greater then will be the impression exerted by forty-five such individuals, who have organized into a class for the purpose of accomplishing better results which I am positive they have in all branches of school life. The class to which I refer is organized as the B Seniors; through the courtesy of the June class we have been extended this privilege of enumerating the importance of school life, the value of an organization, and last, but not least, the inspiration of our motto, “Play Up, Play Up, and Play the Game,” which has carried us over the greatest and roughest part of the road constantly stimulating our vigor. A. F. Page KIslity-four Junior Class OFFICERS Jas. Ballentine - Fred Gulden -Stella Melby Hjelmer Bruce - COMMITTEE Harry Knutson Mable Fitz Gerald Rudolph Olga Auran President - Vice Pres. - Sec. Treas. Logefeil Page Eighty-flv© Class History CLASS of unsophisticated, green Freshmen entered this school in the fall of 08, but they were not destined to remain green long. Many started in at once on their studies, and gained good results; others went in for athletics, and in the following spring, two members of our class made the ball team. As “wise fools” we were all eager for the more worldly pleasures of life. “We were there” in all respects. Did we not contribute two to the “eleven,” besides one to the “all star team?” Did it not fall to the lot of the Sophs to take down that flag in less than ten minutes? Did we not take second place in the inter-class meet; and did not some energetic Junior put up a standard, that was brought down only by mercenary help? The next spring we again had representatives on the ball team. In the fall of ’10 we took up our abode on the second floor, having now attained the dignity of upper classmen. During this season, three of the present A Juniors made the “eleven” and South’s only representatives on the “all star” were members of the class of June ’12. One of these is now captain of the “eleven,” the other of the “nine.” We do not wish, however, to give the impression that we are devoted only to athletics and class affairs; our desires are far from anything of the kind. We have in our class, some of the best students (we could almost use the word scholars) of the school. Three of our class hold responsible offices in the “Technical Club” and others are on its committees; then there are others who are connected with the Literary Society, that old stand-by of the school. As to how things will stand a year from now, we will say this: that, although we are not soothsayers, we can safely say that the honor roll will be long and the averages high. In January 1911, after a heated campaign lasting two weeks, we elected a hustling, energetic group of officers, who are making things hum. A few weeks after this, we chose pins which were to represent our class only, although some members had made a hard fight for a pin representing the whole school. These members still think that such a pin is needed, and will, in time, be adopted. Our social committee has decided upon a unique wav of making the pupils better acquainted with one another; that is by socia parties. This would inoculate the slow ones with class spirit and woul make for good fellowship, which is going to be the dominating spirit of this class. In the future, with the help of all, we hope to create a spirit that wil enliven school-life and help the students. THE CLASS. Page Eighty-six EVOLUTION OF S. H. S. THE world is old, yet it likes to laugh, New jokes are hard to find. A whole new editorial staff Can’t tickle every mind. So, if you meet some ancient joke Decked out in modern guise, Don’t frown and call the thing a fake; Just laugh,—don’t be too wise. Miss Friedlander (translating in Virgil): “Slave, where is thy horse?” Eastberg (timidly) : “Under my seat, please.’’ Mrs. Bucknam: “If all my pupils acted as you do, Mr. Ericson, I ought to be getting the salary of a nursery maid.” “Harry, Harry, quite contrary, How do your lessons go?” “Parties, larks, and merry sparks, And maidens all in a row.” Ranthus loves coffee, Ranthus loves tea, Ranthus loves the girls, As we can all see. Page Eighty-eight Anticipatory Press Notices (With apologies to Rev. Homer Wilbur.) As the June class of 1911 will not have the opportunity of publishing a second edition of “ 1 he 1 iger.” we have decided to append our Press Notices, as well as a few comments on its merits from various prominent individuals, interested in its welfare, to this our first edition, so that a volume, in other ways complete, may not be lacking in this respect. Lest the reader be unduly surprised at finding among them one or two objurgatory remarks, we hasten to explain that they arc only the expressions of sundry rival publications and we feel flattered rather than otherwise that they deem our volume of sufficient import to necessitate their derogatory remarks. H. L. From the Scarlet Trumpet: Overflowing with wit and wisdom of remarkable merit, we consider “The Tiger” one of the most excellent publications it has ever been our fortune to peruse. From the Gopher Town Whistle: The most extraordinary production of the century! We have never seen anything like it. From the Northern Blast: The latest squall from the South! We knew they were sadly lacking down there; but didn’t think it had gone as far as this. From the Ananias Booster (Printed at St. Paul Central): A most exquisite volume. Nowhere have we encountered such unparalleled wisdom, mingled with such delicate sentiment and delicious humor. It is a book that will go down in the annals of history. Our progeny will point back with pride to the age that produced it. The West Breeze: One glance is enough to show that its editors are dunces: its humorists,— words fail us!!! In fact it is distinctly Southern. Page Eighty-nine From the Soft Soap Weakly: It is a staid and dignified production, worthy of the learned authors who have put it forth. An excellent gift for Grandma and Grandpa. From the Central Howl: We feel that we must not be too harsh. They are not to blame for what they don’t know. It is an atrocious volume, but what else could we expect? And after all, it is a pity we must feel,—deep pity for the authors, deeper pity for the readers. May they survive the ordeal and live to enjoy a hale old age, is the sincere but anxious prayer of the “Central Howl.” The best ever.—Miss Fish. No class will ever be able to equal this fine annual—Mr. Carlson. Its jokes are excellent,—I could’nt write better myself.—Ernest Ott. A delightful publication, excelled only by the annual of June 1909.— Reuben Johnson. A good little volume, although rather too frivolous for such a publication.—Miss Gale. Very good on the whole, but a little too serious and staid.—Miss Keatley. I would praise particularly the veracity of the book.—Fred Eastberg. Its sentiments should be committed to memory and engraved on the heart.—Dan Colburn. It would be an excellent text-book for our common schools.—Principal Jorgens. It is indigenous, native, American literature.—Dagny Dahl. The wit may be scorching, but its pathos is cool as the morning dew.— Miss Friedlander. I quite feel that the Students’ Council will approve of the book.—Mrs. Bucknam. Contemptible slanders.—James Sanaker. Fair in general, but a little prolix.—Miss Klatnpe. I shall keep it always as an ornament on my center table.—Rose Swin burne. 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