University High School - Bisbila Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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Another familiar name is that of Paul Dudley, whose triologv, “The Carefree Life of the Bachelor,” “The Serenity of the Bachelor’s Life Without a Romance, Never Be lnveigLd Into Being Made a Young Girl’s Guardian. are standard reading for confirmed bachelors. Mary Berg received the gold medal for writing the best article on “Mow to Train Children. She is now editor of the Housekeeper, and her numerous books are constantly read by women of culture. 'fender-hearted Fanny Ranter went to housekeeping soon after her brother’s return from the war. She lias shared her fortune with canine and feline alike in hr handsome home at Los Angeles. Madamoiselle Emele, French modiste, has just recently returned from Paris and is at the Radisson, where she may be consulted on future styles. She lias won world-wide fame because of her wonderful art. Grace 1 lineline has long since forsaken her calling and gone back to nature. She was worthy of succeeding Man Bickford in “ l ess of the Storm Country. As I glanced over a critical review of books and songs, 1 was strangely attracted by seeing Warner Hagberg signed to them. I wondered if his Calling Caroline’’ had been answered. Who knows? 1 predicted Fay Ham re would attain renown through athletics. 11 is treatises on sports now takes the place of Spaulding’s. But now since his succession to the throne of Doc Williams my heart is at ease. Oh, Fay! You do not know how many times mv scalding tears have soaked the pillows at my head. When William Dowd married one of his student teachers 1 said: William, be good to her. But William has long since forgotten his pledge and left his wife manv dreary nights to sit in his laboratory and watch the fumes ot some new element rise into the ethereal blue. Washington avenue is all aglow with blazing signs, Hear Morrissey, the I. W. W. speaker, lecture on ‘Social Problems and Their Solution,’ at Dania I iall.” Russell always did love arguments on those subjects. Frances Clark, our Merry Sunshine. is now the dignified president of a normal school in the Sahara Desert. I realized what two years at the Mankato Normal had done for her. The last I heard of Ella Ness she was conducting a girls’ boarding school in Philadelphia, and was very successful, too. From Darkest India comes word that Thelma Peterson is having a most blessed married life. After studying at Augsburg Seminary she took up her work as a missionary and. to prove that she was in earnest, married a native. Professor Allschwager is today reputed a great artist among his friends and acquaintances, although we do not find that lie has done anything to encourage this belief. I take it that everybody has noticed the excellent police service Minneapolis has had of late. Traffic is not congested at Nicollet and Sixth streets since Captain Mar ck has enforced the no parking system. The patent office recently granted John Jerome a patent on a fool-proof gun, one which, when the fool looked into the barrel and pulled the trigger, went ofl, thereby ridding the world of one more. I knew John would invent something by the ingenious way he had of having a new excuse for every lesson lie did not prepare. When I gave Wilson Engel his sheepskin those many years ago. little did I realize the money-making power that lay in it. The ancient Rockefeller, who had fabulous wealth, could now be bought out body and soul by this book agent who started out from the University High School on that morning when every bird seemed to chirp, Sell me an encyclopedia! Sell me an encyclopedia! lie is now the senior member of the largest firm of its kind in the world.

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Time: Fifty years hence, after great world-wide war. Place: University Campus. As I prowled about the remains of the old University High School, now leveled by the hostile shells of the allied enemy, picking up here a spent bullet and there a jagged cartridge case, my thoughts returned to the days when I was wont to prowl about its premises in an altogether different atmosphere, an atmosphere of peace, with my mind wholly on the past. Suddenly I stumbled on an old man, who mumbled something about letting an old gentleman go about his work. Pegging his pardon. 1 asked for what he was looking, lie replied that many years ago, while principal of the now devastated University High School, he had buried somewhere in the basement of the ruins a box containing the names and occupations of those who were graduated in the first class and given their displomas during his reign. 1 now became interested. and we hunted together, but our search seemed a vain one. Suddenly he caught sight of the cover of his much-cherished treasure. Prying stones loose and removing debris, we finally were able to lift the cover of the strongbox. The old gentleman lifted out a scroll very tend.rly, and handed it to me. 1 here reproduce the contents, as the old gentleman has since passed on to his fathers, having bequeathed me the scroll. Robert Steele, whose periodic roving habits have grown until the whole world is his playground, is now living in Honolulu. 1 regret to say that his habit of girl fussing has not left him. and he has never married, because he could not pick one out of all his acquaintances whom he liked better than another. To my surprise and delight I read that Leon Schall. whose highest aim once centered in the presidency of the United States, was married, and that he is now the greatest mushroom raiser in Anoka. Blanche Flynn succeeded Jane Addams at Hull House and is devoting her whole time to the settlement work, and with her is Mildred Bleakely. who has established a day nursery there and is an ardznt advocate of Mellin’s l»abv Food. W hen the war broke out in the United States, the preceptress at St. Margaret’s left to become a war nurse. Her name is inseparable with the battle of Indian Mounds. Ida Kiel, who completes this quartet, went to her Vaterland to reconstruct the Herman language, which was so badly shattered during the war. With the kindly assistance of General von Kliick she has gathered together the remnants and placed before the world a newer and simpler German language. Of Lamoine Rucker my remembrances are most pleasant, and with delight 1 read in the Hopkins Gazette that he is now conductor of the Hopkins Glee Club. The same newspaper gave a thrilling account of the “Captain of the Bearded Bandits, who again terrorizes city.” and who was this but the Carl Linsmaycr, whose hobby was naturalism in the days of old. I always did like the style with which Eugene Burke displayed his talents in acting. Since his rise to fame I must sav that having an understudy like His Skinner does not alter his friendship for me in the least.

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Class |3nrm We watch the clock in the morning We dare not he late to school, We hurry and hustle and bustle And we pine for a different rule. 'flic tasks are so long and so dreary That our lives seem onl a grind And we wish for the time to be ended To give peace and rest to the mind. And now, at last. they are ended These wearisome days, every one, Forever, and ever, have left us. And our guerdon lias now been won. Let us look from the arduous future. Look back to these days of our prime. And see down life’s running river The diversified changes of time. Free from life's burdens they kept us. And happy those days seem.—and few. Mow little of work and of patience. Mow little of life we then knew. Our pathway was carefully guarded Every hour by our teachers most dear. Their patient endeavors to guide us ()nly now do we see through the years. And so, our school days are over, We rejoice, yet we feel deep regret For the days we spent here are ended. And these will we ever forget! We whine, we fret, and we worry And wonder why this must be These lessons so long and so dreary And teachers without sympathy. We long for some day in the future When no tasks so hard need he ours. For a time when the days will be joyous And we only need gather the flowers. We are free! 'The words sound appalling. We are free to do and to dare! We have conquered the foe so moil strous. There is naught now for us to care. We gaze once more at our school days At the time of our south's ardent clime. We remember the hours with glad ness. Tor they seem to us but a chime. Xo thought of the morrow disturbed us, Each dav brought the sunshine and light. Night’s sleep gave its sweet, restful slumber. And time drifted on in delight. They knew that we. too. must press onwa rd. That we must learn life’s lessons right. That school days were only the archway. And they guided as time took its flight. While on the way. as we wander. We shall give the world all our best. We shall ever he up and doing, For it’s then, only then, we’ll he blest. —Maky Berg. T5.