University High School - Bisbila Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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UNIVERSITY HIGH SCHOOL, MINNEAPOLIS Hark Ru '— Bru.is, Bruce. Hanson, Young. Edwards. Margaret Payne, Irene Johnson Howe, Perkins, McDonald. Wright, White, Smith Middle Row—Match ITT. Elder, C.owuerv, ( rack Johnson, Evangeline Payne. I.i'.ndekeri. Kurtzvian. Haggerty, Sweet. Hoktvet, I.it enbkrg. Ma Lean Front Rozo—Hummel, Boss, ('i.urk, Burns, Hayes, Koi p, Cless, Shepard. Irons At a recent class meeting pins were ordered and the Juniors are now proudly displaying them. Last, hut not least, new officers for the Senior year have lieen elected as follows: President. Charles Hums, anil we know Chuck will he on the job every minute: vice-president, Rachel Perkins (nobody’s worrying but that Rachel will fill her office brilliantly as a vice who needs no advice); treasurer, Daniel Finklestein, who has made such a fine name as president of our Junior class, and who will, accordingly, prove a most popular custodian of our fortunes: secretary, Myrticc Matchitt. As this school year draws to a close, in thinking of our departing Seniors, we feel ourselves becoming poetic: Good-bye, Seniors, soon you’ll leave us; Your departing sure does grieve us. Next year we ll try to fill your shoes. We hope they’re good enough to use. ()n dignity we’re short, no doubt; Please drop us yours, as you slip out. From wisdom gained here, now you re through. May fortune smile on each of you. Ciood Senior friends, we wish you well. We’ll miss you more than we can tell. Here’s best of luck: let’s see you later In meetings at our Alma Mater! Pane Twenty-seven

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wiinomiBWiiHiBiiiimiinw U N I V E R S I T Y II I (i H SC H OOL, MI N N E A I’ O I. I S Back Kmc—Nerhaugen, Christianson, Brickson, Eckles. Thompson, Curtiss, Hickey Flatiilk. Burk ill, Foster. Macintosh, Bill, Blomiierg, Borglin, Powers Middle Rotc—GkAham, Evenson, Barlow, Clark. Hummel, Cheney, Elizabeth Erickson Margaret Ejucksen, Pierce. Clure. Canfield •rout Kmc—Smith, Bass, Bailey, Hughes, West. Perkins, Graves, Nelson, Strand Posey, Wold “This, under the microscope,” Mr. Powers went on, “is a fine part of the mixture. The chemical substance seems characteristic of the whole can. and it is acting in a way not at all unusual in Sophomore Classes. This is what is commonly called a 'Sophomore Dance.’ The smaller and daintier of these atoms seem to be revolving about on the stage in a most miraculous manner: but larger and more stolid-looking ones seem to be sitting along the edge in a very stupid way. Yes, there does seem to be one of the heavier type of molecules who is dancing about with the smaller ones. He seems constantly in demand. I believe that the more masculine-appearing atoms, barring this one, do not know how. Let us pass on to this distilling flask.” Look.” cried Mother Hubbard. Just see that wee globule rushing about! It seems to be simply spoiling everything. See how tiny it is in comparison with the rest of the members of this group. I should call it Impishness, shouldn’t you, Air. Powers?” Some of the test-tubes contained very brilliant-looking atoms, with wise expressions. They seemed very serious-minded, indeed. Then there wre frivolous globules, which seemed constantly going in and out of a certain popular place where they sat at miniature tables and enjoyed some sort of delectable delicacy of which they seemed very fond. In every case, they all seemed to be working for the same end: in spite of their foolishness, they were all pretty generally in earnest. “Oh, Mr. Powers.” cried Mother Hubbard, 1 never can thank you enough! I am sure Hisbila will take it. even if he doesn’t like it very well. By Tommy Tucker, Who wrote this for his supper. Pane Ticcnly-nine