South High School - Tiger Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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Olle'i h«jro«», clou of 1902 George W.? In that case ' said Long-wind, We had better finish investigating and get home. Veil, Longie, you've looked almost every place I can fink of except da Tower. But Oglethorpe couldn't have been carried up da narrow ladder da leads up dere. Possibly not, but I think it's best that we investigate. 'Copy Boy'» Nolo: He probably got if out of a crockerjack box. Can't you get that door open, Shortstop? Short-stop, who was perched on top of the Tower-Ladder, pounded the trap door in the ceiling. Suddenly he stopped. Hey! What's this big padlock for? Olle snapped his fingers. Oh ya! Now I remember! Dey put a lock dere to keep da kids out of da Tower. It's dangerous up dere because da floor might give way. Now; Yeorge Vashington is yust one of dose heads dey couldn't put down on first floor. To Long-wind's terror. Ole giggled, opened up the door of the room, and snapped on the light. Dere! Olle said. You see? You mean we won't be able to get up there? asked Long-wind. Olle shook his head. I don't care what you say. There was a man in there. He probably escaped through the window. Ya sure, ya betcha, laughed Olle. Ve're only on da tird floor! Hey fellas! said Short-stop with a giggle. You should see these pictures of this old graduating class. You yust vait, Shortie. Fifty years from now, people will be laughing at you too! Olle looked around at the other pictures and then pointed to one of them. Dere! Dere's a picture of da first class dot graduated from South High! I still remember some of deir faces after all dese years! Dat class fought South vas da most beautiful building in da whole vurld. Now look at da old building! Da roof leaks, da floor squeaks, da stairs ore all vorn out. and da plaster is falling down. Oh, No! Another unsolved mystery added to our records! Long-wind motioned for Shortstop to come down. Do you think they'll take my skeleton key away? He looked at the trap door in deepest gloom. Oh, well. No one will ever know whether or not Oglethorpe is in that Tower. Anyway, said Olle with a chuckle. Every school has its mystery, dey soy! I guess South's mystery vill alvays be 'WHERE IS OGLETHORPE?' THE END I thought something must be wrong with the roof, said Short-stop. Water is dripping on my head. Yumping yiminee! It must be raining outside!

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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!

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FACULTY... An apple for the teacher! This is an ancient cry, For now no fruit adorns her d (The prices are too high!)