University High School - Bisbila Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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 BI5BIL A dignified in high school, though, didn't you? W asn't it you, too, who told me that Helen Christenson was made professor of Greek and Latin at the I ”? Someone said that all the students were deathly afraid of her; you see. she wears big pince-nez, which give her a wild look, so they say. Wasn't it thrilling to hear that James Thompson was made official bouncer at the Arcadia? I remember that he always used to have a very commanding bearing. It seems perfectly lovely to think that Margaret Morris did actually win the governorship of Utah, especially over Gregory Ladd. Of course. 1 only voted for her because there weren’t any other women candidates, but 1 do insist on voting for women in all public offices! Greta Clark is running for municipal dog catcher and 1 do hope she’ll win. It’s quite a prize, but she always used to win all the prizes in school, you know. 1 had saved a newspaper that I was going to send to you. but it was destroyed, so I’ll try to tell you the contents that I wanted you to read. It seemed that so many of our old school friends had come into the limelight at once. There was an article about Joseph Woods and Winifred Hilgedick, prohibition officers, who recently made a successful raid on “Shady Cellars.” and who do you think owned the place? Marion Larson, of all people! In the same column it told how Jimmie Perkins and Florence Pierce, alias Slippery Pete and Fancy Flossie.” were arrested for breaking into 1). Sauter’s barber shop and stealing $26.48. I was never quite so flabbergasted— Slippery Pete and Fancy Flossie,” when all these years I’d remembered them as a sweet and innocent girl and boy; they used to be held as good examples to the rest of us, but I guess you never can tell in their tender years. There were two other articles 1 wanted you to read; one told that Lida Burrill and Robert Tyrell were working for doctor’s degrees on the problem of determining the coefficient of expansion of concrete shoe laces; this served to decrease the blackness of the other reports. The last one was about a truly surprising member of our class. The Rev. David 11. Canfield has created quite a stir in his good work done in Hollywood reforms. Two rival screen vain pires. Fanny Graham and Margaret Erickson, are notables among his converts. The other day 1 did a funny thing. I saw a circus bill and had a mad desire to go. since I hadn’t been to one since you and I were twelve. For one of the headliners on the program a large placard was put up bearing the names of the performers: Mine. Swedella. M. Blondolla, and Herculette. the human airplanes.” It bore no significance to me, however, until the performers appeared. Then 1 saw Doris and Lawrence Anderson go through delicate feats on the tight-rope and trapeze. On the outside of the tent Marjorie Cheney and Ruth Ecklcs were getting-rich-quick by efficiently carrying water to the elephants by their improved trunk line. Leslie Blomberg was selling popcorn and peanuts to the crowds. He has profited unusually well, however, for, with a delivery truck, a family heirloom, he covers four Sunday School picnics to the ordinary one. This letter sounds as if it should be addressed to Mrs. Grundy, herself, but it was all started by seeing Imogen again. Oh. yes. I forgot—I was downtown shopping yesterday, and when I was going by Child’s I nearly passed away, for there in the window, as big as life, stood Dana Bailey in full chef’s costume, flipping pancakes as precisely as if they had been footballs. I’ll try to write oftener after this, so that my letters won’t be so thick as to be a burden to the postman. Your old friend. UNIVERSITY OF MlNNESOlA. RUTH' HIGH SCHOOL LIBRARY Page TWc„ly-fiv, MIMNFaPi i| |q vn i»e

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?ISSIL A April 28. 1930. Dear mary: It's been ages since I’ve written to you, but now that I’ve really begun. I hardly know where to start. A queer thing happened the other day; I’d been thinking about old school days when I ran right into someone who was prancing down the street. You can imagine how surprised I was to be staring right at Imogen Foster of all people. You remember her, don’t you, when we all went to “I ” High? She certainly has changed a lot, though, and I hardly knew her. She had the most world-weary expression and lines all over her face; she was half-starved-looking, too. and her red satin dress was terribly dowdy. You knew, didn’t you, that she had organized a company in competition with the Metropolitan Opera, in order to give some truly fine music to the public? She did have one star, though, Theodora Xerhaugen, the great soprano, the one who sings for Victor records, you know. Well, just outside of Excelsior, where they were playing, there was a walkout when little Cora Miles began to cry out loud when her cello string broke right in the middle of that touching melody. “W hen Dollar Rills Are Jingling.” Esther Rockwell’s latest hit—Margaret Thompson introduced it in her latest comedy. “Mischievous M a ggie. ’ ’ Of course, old “Impy” had loads to tell me about everyone we used to know. Poor, dear Emily Curtiss (spelled with double “s.” you know, not Klbridgc’s sister) has survived three husbands and is now taking in floors to scrub. It does seem a shame, doesn’t it. especially since she did have a good enough job with ()lson and Rorglin, massageuses? Oh, yes, Imogen said that the other day she went to her seance at Zuzu and Brown’s and when she shut her eyes, the woman with trembling voice told her that the great crisis had passed. Impy said she breathed freely when she found it was only that Frank Shaw and Kenneth Francis had successfully cornered the market on Itkilzem hair tonic. Imogen traveled a lot on her grand opera tours. She told me some of the funniest things that happened last month. She was visiting Ellis Island when she ran across Lizzie Erikson and Katrina Hummel, who were instructors in rhythmic expression there, to guarantee better citizenship. She visited Audrey Fox and Elizabeth blather at their studio in Greenwich village. They are dabbling in paint, and have bobbed their hair and wear smocks and everything. She saw Alice Hickey at New York. Do you remember that stuff she used to write for the Breeze? Anyway, Alice is a popular novelist now. and she had just been through Italy to get local color for a new book. “The Garbage Man’s Revenge.” Alice said that Leslie Hughes was holding down the job of station caller on the trans-Atlantic steamer she came back on. I was thankful that I had something to tell her. She didn’t know about how little Ruth Hicks got the heavyweight championship in the women’s division. Ruth has been giving three-minute talks in all the theaters, advocating the instruction of the womanly art of self-defense. Imogen seemed surprised to know that Ren W ells was a prosperous farmer, and got second on his pigs at the fair this year. Somehow, I’d always thought of Ren as a big, strong farmer. Then. too. that Helen Evenson, Doris Winchell. and Retty Morgan were running a matrimonial bureau; she couldn't quite believe it. It certainly seemed too killing when I read in your last letter that Nibs Clure was appointed floor walker at the New Leader because he had two suits of good-looking and dignified clothes. I always thought that he was awfully Page Twenty-four

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The Junior Class CLASS OFFICERS President..........................................Roy Th msiiov Vice-President...................................Frances Hermann Secretary..............................................Mary Boyd Treasurer................................................Everett Comstock Faculty Adviser..............................Miss Dora V. Smith HP 11FRF once ruled in the kingdom of “You-ache-ess” a mighty king, called Reeve the (ireat. honored and esteemed by all his subjects. 'Phis kingdom was divided into four large provinces, over each of which ruled a noble always chosen by the merry subjects who lived therein. Now. it happened that in the year 1921, A. D.. a certain Thorshov person came to rule over Juniorland, the third of these provinces, and he was spoken of by his fellowmen as Thorshov the Wise, because he did know all things. Close behind Thorshov in rank came Duchess Hermann, a beautiful maiden who ruled in Thorshov’s place when that one was ill or absent from the land. Then there was the Lady Boyd, whose honored duty it was to record all the Assemblies called bv his Wtscness for the people. Two other important officials were the rich Duke Comstock, who collected the monthly taxes of these penniless creatures and guarded the Treasury, and Sir Moulton, a brave knight, who endeavored to maintain order throughout the unruly land. In this land dwelt a famous wizardess who was always tilled with good ideas and was ever willing to give advice to all who sought it. Her name was Wizardess Smith. It was she who guided these subjects through the Paths of Righteousness. So it came about that many things happened in this queer land. But these folks weren’t always working—no, indeed. They enjoyed a little frivolity as did any others in the kingdom. They were quite active in all the national affairs, such as: the wonderful dramas presented by the ambitious organization, the Dramatic Club; the publication of the “Campus Breeze,” the literary effort of these people; and they both attended and took part in all the great football, basketball, and baseball tournaments. Two social gatherings held they in the Castle of Education, at one of which four ladies of the land presented a playlet entitled. “Two Aunts and a Photo,” which might have delighted Shakespeare himself. Among the folks were many skillful in dancing, and all were fond of feasting and merry-