South High School - Tiger Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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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

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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