South High School - Tiger Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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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?

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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

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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