University High School - Bisbila Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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T II E iiiuNRiniwm B I S B I L A N I N E T E E X - T W E N T Y History of the Class of 1920 IX the fall of 1916 began the lively career of the first class to have an oppor-. tunity of completing four years' work in “LT” High. They began their good work under the leadership of Miss Smithies, who was then the Latin instructor of this school. Many of this original Freshman class have left the school and made places for those who now make up the greater part of its membership, but the following faithful ones might be called the charter members of the class of 1920: Helen Haggerty. Mildred Jaynes, Marguerite Robinson, Lois Wilde, Theodore Ericksen. Frank Moulton, and Lloyd ye. Within two weeks after starting, the class was organized without a constitution and has proved ever since that such a document is not necessary for the peaceable carrying on of business. In January, 1917. the numlier of students was increased by the entrance of the only mid-year class accepted by L”’ High. The seven who were capable of making up the half year's work covered by those who entered in September and who are at the present with the class are: Helen Baldwin, Lillian Borreson, Dorothy Bowen, Helen Jackson, William Coffman, Francis Colgrove, and Hugo Miller. Dana Durand Iroin this group would also be included had it not been that his parents are temporarily residing in Poland. During this first memorable year the class of 1920 distinguished itself by plunging into dramatics. They gave an elaborate production of the famous court scene from The Merchant of Venice. ’ which would have delighted the heart of W illiam Shakesj)eare himself. In this year the girls started the precedent, which they have maintained throughout their four years, of winning the gymnasium demonstration, and the captain ball tournament. In the second year the class was disappointed in having Miss Smithies leave for Chicago, but they felt duly recompensed in having Miss Inglis take her place as class adviser. In this year the class, after due consideration, had decided to admit some new members, and some of our most prominent memliers appear in that group. Among these are James Bohan, VVinnifred Hughes, Ruth Palm. Elvira Butler, and I’hillis Clemetson. As Sophomores the class distinguished themselves in many ways, and chiefly as the proposers of new ideas. The Junior Red Cross was organized under the leadership of the Sophomores, and in the spring our adviser. Miss Inglis. was chosen captain of the Mountain Ash Troop of (iirl Scouts. At an all-school party, in February, in honor of Mr. Miller, who was then leaving for Camp Dodge to be connected with Psychology Department, the class presented the school with a service flag with a large star in the center representing Mr. Miller's service. The third year started out auspiciously with admission of alx ut fifteen Juniors, including the present editor-in-chief of the Campus Breeze.” Lawrence Paist. and many others. As Juniors several of our members were on the Breeze staff, and most of them were faithful contributors to it. The position of editor-in-chief. which usually goes to a Senior, was held by a Junior, James Bohan. During the year the class continued the precedent established by the former classes, and entertained the 1919 class with a banquet and dance, commonly termed the Junior-Senior, at Alice Shcvlin I fall. W ith Monroe Strickler as president, the class plunged into the worry and flurry of the senior year with a resolution to make the class of 1920 forever remembered in I . H. S. W ith their usual energy for beginning new activities they reorganized the Math Club, under the direction of Mr. Smith, and helped add to the income of the Dramatic Club. Indeed, most of the cast of the Twig o’ Thorn were Senior girls, who helped make the play a success. Their histrionic talent also was given Page Sixteen

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iiiiRfliaiBiiiBiiBiimiHantBitMiiimmBiniiimiantininimiiigiiiininiHniiiiiinimfimimginaupnii U N I V E R S I T Y HIGH SCHOOL. M 1 X X E A 1 0 I. I S Seniors ROSA MONDE TUVE Acme. Dramatic Club. Senior Vaudeville, Girl Scout. I am that Rosamond, zcltom men call fair.’’ —Tennyson. HENRY BROCK Ilcinie Football. '19: Baseball. ’19. '20; President of I”’ Club. '20: Orchestra: Campus Breeze Staff: Annual Board, '19. “Szcum ashore, man. like a duck; I can su'im like a duck. I'll he szeorn. —Shakespeare. LLOYD VYE Football. Baseball. “I ’ Club, Hi-Y. For this live remote from e: il speaking: rancour, never sought, comes to me not. — H’ordszvorth. ELEANOR STAPLES Fashioned so slenderly. Young, and so fair.’ — Thomas Hood. 7 LOIS WILDE Girl Scout. Bisbila Board. Campus Breeze Staff. Senior Vaudeville, Class Play. IThen haze fears that may cease to he lief ore my pen has gleaned my teeming brain. —Keats. Page f ifteen

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t X I V KRSITY II I (i II SC H O O I M I X X K A P O I. I S expression in the Senior Vaudeville, one of the biggest successes in the senior year, and in the class play, The lypsy Trail.' Xor was the senior year all work and no play. Parties, which were Riven once a quarter, helped to liven the atmosphere, and in February the Seniors were guests of honor at the annual Junior-Senior Pali. Then in June came graduation and the dignified Seniors became more dignified Alumni. Class Prophecy I T has often been the experience in the career of a great man that lie is called upon to make some momentous decision which rightly made would put him on the flowery path to greater fame, but which wrongly made would send him wandering down a weedy way. What man. in the hour of such a decision, has not prayed for a vision into the future which would show him the right road? It was undoubtedly with the accomplishment of this end in view that the inventor of the hiija struggled in a lonely hut with a rickety old table until he woke up great Caesar's ghost and a few other slumberers, and brought them into communication with our groping people. Thus it is that I have determined to show the Class of 1920 with the help of my faithful ouija board with its control over the beyond, just what they will be in twelve years, if they take our advice, and follow their natural bent! hiija! I call you to my aid ! Tell us quickly, tell tis true. What a short twelve years may do. The hiija staggered haltingly across the board, nearly fell off the edge, and then, gaining speed, it proceeded to dance about from letter to letter. 1 present herewith its interrupted wanderings: $15.00----$15.00. Twice it repeated that prodigious sum. Put what means such nonsense? we ask. $15.00 a seat to hear Thomas Monroe Strickler. our magnolius, world-famed tenor, singing his snappy Irish lullaby, entitled Rebecca. Please Powder Your Xose. To me. this seems a fitting culmination to our fond president’s career. Strange as it may seem, my next thought was of Donna Rosen. Ouija! Tell me the future of Donna! The board stood upon its hind legs and slowly turned around. Suddenly, it raced around the board. and spelled The Dancin’ Doll ; it then started to shimmy here and there until it fell—kerflop!—into my lap. We hesitated, wondering whom to inquire for next, when, suddenly, the queer little stool l»egan to race around at a great rate! Where is my little red book? it fairly screamed. Where is my red ink? For heaven's sake, whom was the Ouija talking aliout? In answer to my question, it frantically spelled out Alys Dyer. Helen Haggerty next. The board stool stock-still, apparently astounded that we should ask it such a question. It then sadly spoke: Dear Miss Haggerty’s Column of Advice to the Lovelorn. Hearts mended while you wait.” ( h, well, twas ever thus! If the little wizard could help me with everyone as well as that. I would stick bv it to the bitter end. Put how about Rosamonde Tuve? Ouija tore, leaped, and bounded. Would it never stop? Finally, it succeeded in spelling out. Matron of Insane Asylum, just erected in St. Paul: ver | opular with inmates. This did not surprise me at all. We had only to mention Frank Moulton’s name when the little table began tearing madly from letter to letter. Frank Moulton, ambassador to I’topia, Page Seventeen