University High School - Bisbila Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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Kelly Holmgren Xelstead Wilcox Stack Juster Lackore Dodgson Boenlein Guttersen Farr Pillsbury Hills White Xoreen Perlich Seymour Zeno Kraft (Class of 1913 PROGRAM INVOCATK )X SOLO—“The Horn” Earl Two ESSAY—“The Revival of the Irish Drama Yale Hills Illustrated by the class in (a) “Cathlcen ni Houlihan” Song—“Wearin’ of the Green (b) “Spreading the News” Song—“Game Back to Erin” PRESEXTATTOX OF DIPLOMAS Dean Gorge F. James GRAD GATING CLASS. Charles Boehnlein Lucius Harrington Lackore Jack Starr Dodgson Joseph William Farr Milton Edward Guttersox Yale De Wight Hills Helmer William Holmgren Charles Haskel Jester William James Kelly Louise Christine Kraft Margie Goldie Zeno Class President—Yale Hills Class M otto—■'Gradatim. I HORVAL FLSTEAD Kao mi Claire Xoreen Mildred Caroline Perlich Charles Burdette Pillsiiury Dorothy Osgood Seymour Mrrle Franklin Stack Floyd Maurice White Stearns Wilcox William Veots Lady Gregory

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i Day in the ODlb cluwl Monday morning we get up about 7:15 and immediately begin to wonder bow we are going to get to school by 8 o’clock. W e have been out the night before (to church, of course) and we don't even know whether we had lessons assigned us or not. Well, we finally get ready to leave home. We forget our books in our rush to the car and finally, after having had an awful time to find our “jitney” for the conductor, and having forgotten to get a transfer, we land at Washington and L’nion. We dash up the street toward the old mansion and, as we round the corner, we come in full view of the school. The first thing that attracts our attention is some youth diligently putting on the screens. We enter and hang our wraps on a hook in the hall. On entering the assembly room, we find a rather chilly looking group of both boys and girls warming themselves over the gas plate. The old clock in the corner says 8:15. In a few minutes in comes Miss Mott. The alarm clock had accidentally dumped over in the night, incidentally it stopped, and consequently Miss Mott overslept. At any rate she feels rather happy for some reason or other and decides not to start school for a few minutes, because several of the students have not yet shown up. About 8:30 we have almost a full house, and after ringing the big bell several times, Miss Mott calls for order while she takes the roll. It is rather cold and a volunteer is called to fix the furnace. Some ambitious chap offers to do the job and the rest of us proceed to our classes. The geometry class meets in the office, the algebra class in the attic (might mention here Ronald Macintvre misjudged his step on the attic stairs and gently falls down), the English class meets in Miss Mott’s living room, and the history class, which is supposed to meet in the girl’s cloak room, will not meet because the student teacher is not yet present. The algebra class is the largest of these, having a grand total of four members. Well, the first period is rather short, owing to the late start, and is soon over. Miss Mott rings the little bell, which is the signal for class dismissal, and we again go to the assembly room. There is a period of fifteen minutes between classes, which is long enough to get your lesson for the next class and also listen to the victrola and hear Miss Mott tell of Faribault. By the time the second period starts nearly everybody is present. The three English classes meet in the assembly room and the Roman history class in the grade room. Everybody that doesn’t have a class can busy himself bv picking up the tin cans out in the yard. After the second period comes the recess period. This is the time of all times. Some bring their lunches and some go over to the bakery on Washington avenue and buy bismarcks or “don’ts.” Others busy themselves telephoning to mother (?), while some play the piano, some sing and some play the victrola. Everybody else studies. After recess we again assemble and as we are about to go to our next class, Sophie, the janitress, comes in and politely whispers in Miss Mott’s ear. The smile on Miss Mott’s face quickly changes to a frown and we immediately know what is up. Somebody forgot to clean up their lunch and Sophie simply won’t. A polite young lady in the back of the room volunteers to clean up and we proceed to class. The assembly room is not in use this period and as Miss Mott teaches the class in the attic, a high time ensues in which the clock is set ahead one hour: somebody else breaks an ink bottle on Miss Mott’s desk, and to be sure, somebody climbs out of the window and dashes around the corner. After this period is over a restless time is spent waiting for the little old dinger to ring, signifying 1 o’clock. —W. S. Garry.

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