South High School - Tiger Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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C. H. HOPKINS MANUFACTURER OF ATHLETIC UNIFORMS 112 SOUTH FIFTH STREET, MINNEAPOLIS Base Ball, Ba kd Ball, Foot Ball, Uniforms and Supplies, Jerseys, Sweater t. Sweater Coats, Pennants, Track and Tennis Shoes STYLE AND QUA I.ITY-EXPERT WORKMANSHIP and DURABILITY SPECIAL PRICES TO HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS Tel. T. S. Calhoun 999 Tel. N. W. Drcxcl 44 31 o. S. OLSON DEALER IN FRESH AND SALT M EATS FISH AND POULTRY We Supply the South High Lunch Room 24IS Bloomington Avenue I MSI

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V is for VIC, the minister’s son, Who says the high schools were just built for fun. He's known as a spendthrift; in fact, once a week He takes some young lady to sec the Unique. W is for WALBURG, a punctual lad. Who arrives every morning at just nine o’clock. If some day he'd happen to get here on time, We all would collapse from the terrible shock. X is that troublesome factor we find In books of advanced mathematics; It’s easy to deal with when once you have learned Homogeneous, irrational quadratics. Y is for YOUNGDAHL, remarkably wise, Who loves to debate on Wets versus Drvs.” Our whole city learned of this bright young man's name, Last year in our great county option campaign. Z is for ZERO, a mark we dislike, Yet from which the most of us suffer. They show that at some things we’re really quite poor, Especially as scholar and bluffer. Donts for the Lunch Room. Don’t forget that soup should be seen and not heard. Don't illustrate your conversation with a sword-play of your knife; use your fork with it—more impressive. Don't crumble crackers into your soup; crumble them under your heel on the floor. Don't bend over the table; raise the table with your knees. Don't overload your fork; bring a tablespoon. Don’t surprise anyone by offering to take her tray back to the window for her —safety first. Don’t believe Miss Keatlcy when she says that a straight line is the shortest distance between two points,—remember the lunch room line. Miss Klampe: Who knows the latest news of the war?” Georoy: The Germans arc being defeated. Miss K.: Where did you hear that? G.: “In our French class. I Extract from an essay on Hawthorne: “After his marriage he went to live at the Old Man's. When Miss Michelet advised the cast to gargle with salt water for their sore throats, Reuben Albinson remarked: I tried it once, I tried it twice, Now I'm using Zumalweiss! Miss Stringham: Why do 1 want you to beat time for yourself, instead of keeping time on the seats with my baton? Freshman: So you won’t injure the furniture. “Love One Another. According to Benjamin Youngdahl: Love one and no other. According to Arthur Rosen: Love one or another. According to R. Albinson: Love one and all the others. According to H. Walburg: Loved once. Never again. I! I 144 ]

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A COUNTRY DANCE By Minnie Nelson iI LAB Hemlock Witherspoon of Sasparilla Junction Was asked to play his fiddle at a country dancing function. Now, Si sure was some fiddler, his fame went far and wide, And at that dancing party was the entire country side. There was Rufus and Mirandy and Bill and I Icnry Heck, There was Jim and Lizzy Corntassle and Cyrus Reuben Peck. There was old John Henry Slicker and all his fourteen kids, Who were noted for their dancing of fancy reels and jigs. There was William Rastus Morgan and his wife Clorinda Sue, There was Dave and Sammy Scuddcr and Ezra Perkins, too, There was old man Dennis Hogan, some dancer I surmise. Who danced an Irish jig and thereby nearly won the prize. There were many other folks, who danced most all that night, For not a soul was hound for home until the morning light. They danced the old quadrille and circle two-step, too, And jigs and reels and cake walks anil everything they knew. The climax came when Ezra got up to dance some more. And did a Yankee breakdown that nearly broke the floor; The rafters shook and rattled, the kids all sang in rhyme, And Silas with his fiddle had a hard job keeping time. When Ezra got through dancing and wiped his sweating face. There was much applauding, and much cheering from each one in the place. The good time soon was over, but with folks of every size Unanimously declaring that Ezra’d won the prize. And when the faint gray light of morn proclaimed another day, And rigs of every kind and shape were on their homeward way, Everyone was tired, but there was joy in every glance For they had all enjoyed themselves at a good old country dance. I 146 I 1