South High School - Tiger Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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 Need any help, mister? Long-wind whirled around and peered into the darkness. The beam of his miner's cap fell on a weasened old man dressed in overalls. Who—Who's th—that? croaked Long-wind. The figure came forward. Yanitor, mister. Need any help? Long-wind turned toward the stairs. Shortstop! he shouted. I told you to come down here! Say! said Long-wind to the janitor. Could you tell us if Oglethorpe has been down here? You mean my brother, Ogletorpe Sven- sonr No, no! Oglethorpe is a statue—a huge statue. Have you seen it? Veil da only place it could be—I ain't been dere lately—is in da ventilator shaft. Yust follow me, he said and started off along a dark twisting corridor. ED. NOTE: The trip through the ventilator shaft has been omitted because of lock of spoce. ‘Copy Boy's Note: Hal They olways use that for on excuse when they don't know what to say. Hey, Olle, said Short-stop. You look like a good detective. Would you like to help us find Oglethorpe? Veil, I don't know. Dot light up dere hurts my eyes. We've got just the thing! Long-wind whisked out the pair of dark glasses and set them on Olle's nose. All set? All set, said Olle, and the three ascended the stairs to the upper regions. Oh, boys! said Olle, once they had reached first floor. It sounds like my rheumatism is getting vorse. That's not your rheumatism, answered Short-stop. That's those creaky boards in the floor. The three agreed to go separate ways. Veil, yumping yiminee! exclaimed Olle. The two sleuths were soon at his side. Veil, look at dot, vill you? Minerva! Daf statue of Minerva! What about it? Look at vat it soys. 'Graduating Class of Shortstop 1895.' Vy, I remember dat class, but I don't remember any Minerva! She sure must have been famous, dough. Look at da big statue dey made of her. Ya, said Olle, Dose var da good old days. He sighed and smiled to himself. Oh veil. Let's find Oglethorpe. The three went separate way again, and the next time it was Short-stop who called out. Hey, Long-wind! Here's the head of that fellow we sow in that picture show. See, here's his name right under it. Belvedere! Don't be an idiot! scoffed Long-wind. This isn't one that went to college! This one has got a wreathe around his head; the one we saw wore a beanie! Long-wind waited impatiently for a minute. Don't stand there staring stupidly at that statue. There's work to be done. I'm thirsty. Well, get a drink. There's a fountain over there. Olle and I will meet you later on second floor. When Olle and Long-wind arrived on second floor, who should be sitting there but Short-stop! Veil, yumping yiminee. Short-stop! How did you get here so fast? Don't know. I was going to get a drink. Turned on the faucet. Boom! Here I am! Long-wind picked Short-stop off the floor. Never mind, he said. What's our next move? Dere's nothing much here, said Olle, except offices. Then let's go up to third, said Short-stop. All right, replied Long-wind. I was planning on faking third •tomorrow, but as long os we're this far, we might as well finish our search tonight. 9

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The Search for Oglethorpe Every closet has its skeleton; every school has its mystery. South's mystery? WHERE IS OGLETHORPE? Many years ago in a dark gloomy corridor loomed-OGLETHORPE! WHO WAS OGLETHORPE???? To historians, Oglethorpe was the founder of Georgia, but to the Tigers, he was a towering chunk of bronze. But the greater question is— Where ? ? ? ? is ? ? ? ? Ogie ? ? ? ? now? The following is the trilling tale of THE SEARCH FOR OGLETHORPE Defectives Long-wind and Short-stop of the Gum Shoe Agency consented to undertake this INTRIGUING assignment. Clutching their notebooks under their arms, these fearless sleuths ascended half a flight of scooped-out stairs and reached the landing between first and second floors where Ogie was last seen. No! Ogie was not there! In his place stood two trophy cases. (Has some knave taken our Ogie and smelted him down into little bronze trophies?) As Long-wind and Short-stop were standing there, curious members of the faculty came up and wanted to know what was going on. We quote verbatim their remarks. Oglethorpe! Wasn't he an awful looking statue? He always seemed to be bursting at the seams! There was rumor that we got Oglethorpe from the art institute. Isn't if strange the way he disappeared? I remember passing him on the way out one night, and when I came the next morning, he was gone! L. and S. measured the marks left by the base of the statue and discovered that the dimensions were 10' by 6'. Longwind. f'l wonder if someone stole him? said Short-stop. Impossible! shouted his friend. He's still around here someplace, and we're going to find him! Now, pick up the equipment. We'll start down in 'The Caverns.' Short-stop, grinning affably, picked up the slide rules, three balls of string, a pair of dork glasses, a waste paper can, two miners' caps, a dust rag, a skeleton key, a ladder, and ten books, How to Track Down a Clue. Long-wind picked up the magnifying glass,- they set out. They descended the stairs,- it became darker and darker. Soon, since they couldn't see their hands in front of their faces, they knew that they were in the basement. Whipping out their miners' caps, they set them jauntily on their heads. The beams of their headgear shone on the numerous openings of what they guessed to be long twisting corridors. I don't want to go in there, piped Short-stop. We'll never find our way back! Imbecile! Long-wind has a solution to every problem. Where is that string I gave you? Oh! Did we have a string? I must have lost it. Well, go back and'find it. It would be dangerous to wander around without something to help us find our way back. Short-stop mounted half a flight of stairs. Suddenly there was the echo of far off footsteps. Hey, Long-wind! Are you sure you want to stay down there all by yourself? Certainly. Go upstairs and get that string! The sound of the foosteps came nearer. On second thought, said Long-wind, maybe you'd better come back.

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On third floor, while Long-wind was snooping around with his magnifying glass, Olle and Short-stop munched on sandwiches in room 303. You know, said Olle. I like eating in dis room. Dis used to be da Shakespeare room, and da students used to act out his plays. I remember vatching da death scene in 'Romeo and Yuliet.' How I used to laugh ven da students vould fall on the floor until dey var black and blue! Ya, dere var lots of funny things! Sometimes I used to be sveeping da halls at ten o'clock ven da girls poured out of der classrooms. I used to stand dere, leaning my broom and giggling. No kidding! How come, Olle? Veil, da girls vould line up and do der exercises! Let's see. Dat vas back in da eighten-hundreds. Dey had no ymnasiums den, and every morning dey vould be out dere at ten o'clock svinging der arms and der legs in time to music. Short-stop laughed and said, Ya, Olle. You should write a book about all those funny things you saw. Dey vern't all funny either. I remember da vunderful plays and operaeftas. Chritics used to review dem, and dere vould be big writeups in da Yournal! And you probably heard about 'Glints in da Sand,' da book dat South had published. Da students themselves wrote da poetry and tings dat var in da book. Olle stuffed the last piece of wax paper into the bag. Veil, I vunder vat our friend, Longie, is doing now. Meanwhile, the light on Long-wind's miner's cap had gone out, and he was groping his way through the darkness. Up and down the halls he felt his way, and finally he reached the door of room 308. He peered through the window in the door and then—!!!— quoking with fear, he flung himself on the floor! THERE WAS A HEAD IN THE WINDOW on Mustering all his courage, Long-wind cautiously slid up to the door and peeked again. Yes! The head was still there! Long-wind, who had graduated with a master's degree from the College of Private Eyes and Private Noses, decided that the situation was suspicious! His trembling fingers reached up, squeezed the doorknob, turned it, and pulled. THE DOOR WAS LOCKED! (drum roll) Had the man locked himself in the room??? Or HAD SOMEONE LOCKED HIM IN?? It was up to Long-wind to find out! Slipping his skeleton key out of his innermost pocket, he inserted the key in the keyhole and turned the key. ED. NOTE: As you can probably guess, the key is the keyword in this sentence. He slipped the key back into his pocket. Before opening the door, he took out his tommygun, his Hopalong Cassidy pistol, and his cannon. (Small sized for economy.) Then he reached out to open the door. Longie! Var are you? Var are you, Longie? Long-wind grabbed Olle by his arm and clapped a hand over his mouth. Shhhh! Long-wind whispered. There's a head in that window! Ya sure, ya betcha! Dot's Yeorge Voshington! Long-wind took out his bottle of smelling salts. Don't tell me you have ghosts in this building too!