South High School - Tiger Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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Fikikiwkiki i3hiX?i FOREWORD N the drama of school life we are all actors. Scenes are continually shifting, players leave the stage, and a new company struts and frets its hour. There is unceasing movement. The curtain rises and falls, again and againg today it is comedy, then pleasant homey scenes, and tomorrow, tragedy. The old school office, like the ancient tower above it, with the scarred castle walls surrounding, has its traditions and memories. My divining crystal is the glass partition to the front of the room through which I look out upon the broad halls of old South, delightfully open and hospitable. Here before me is my stage. There are the young people moving happily and busily-a throng weaving in and out like a festal group on a happy day in May. I see hopes, ambitions, disappointments, and success. What precious youths they are! See that dark, strong, forceful, intellectual lad standing alone beneath the Memorial tablet, reading the sentiment,- They were just boys of South.'l In action and apprehension, how Uexpress and ad- mirable! What possibilities! See that golden-haired, blue-eyed lass in animated conversation with her Latin mentor. Her finger is tracing a line in Virgil,-a word-'fthat's the thought. What charming expression! She is a rose from generations of Christian and law abiding people, the ideal and idol of all her friends-a beau- tiful daughter. There, in the center of the throng is the heroine of the play, curly locks, blue black, eyes large-just the kind for the screen-an AH student. Honors of the class room and of the histrionic fall upon her thick and fast, yet she is the same gracious girl. sweet and tender to friend and foe. Here comes our L'David. He is going to his work, not a minute to spare. Studious? Yes,-a lithe and muscular form-a rich and magnetic voice- sinewy arm-bearer of Robin Hood-a hero of basketball as well as football. How well we remember the poise and calmness, the remarkable judgment with which he punted or dribbled the ball out of danger when the foe swooped down upon him like jackals in quest of the quarry. There was no trepidationg the ball sailed serenely and confidently for its objective as moved the master of the play. How does he do all these things? I said he was a student, yet he is a warrior with nerves of steel. The rea- son? It's clean living, boys, sportsmanship and the influence of fine parents, who love their work, their home, their heritage, and all the worth while things of life. I look again at this drama in my crystal. The boys passing beneath the bronze tablet with its suffused light beaming on their faces, glorify an unselfish devotion dedicated to a world justice-honor, not advantage. The girls, beau- tiful, charming, talented daughters, with the instinct of motherly preservation in their souls, guardians of all that is good, the American women to be, coming to their own in a threatened civilization, typify the saviors of our children, the fireside, and the greater home-our country. -JOSEPH JORGENS. WEEE? WH

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