University High School - Bisbila Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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: i i v k it S i t ii i ; ii s c ii o o I. T II p Wy1 r o'. It I S It ■i A 3 • Bisbila Board --? ; jGIcc Club 4. y JXw r All.M V -' Carl Wartchow •'Willy' Bovs' U Club 4. 5. 6: German Club 3, 4. 5, 6; Treasurer 4; Debate ( ; Football 3, 6; Captain ( ; Track 5. (t Basketball 5, f ; Swimming 4. In ypor y of nil kmdt lie iloes excel. In ftii hr can ilo anything well. Robert Wiethoff Bob lb 4. 5, (t: Oh Doc-All at Sea “5; Count Coed” (»; Boys' U Club 4, 5, 6; German (Hub 4. 5, 6; Swimming 4. 5. .I true port man who prefer to tin hiy own hunting. Milton Goldman The Club K , ft; Honor Roll 5. 6. Ambition hay no rot. Eugene Goodman Dramatic Club 2; Knave ot Hearts. The king never they Matthew Waddell Mat Bisbila Board fi: Boys' U Club 3, ft; Secretary and Treasurer ft; Honor Roll 4: Football 3. 6: Track 5, ft. A tribute to an athletic man. Tall, broad, and with cheeky of tan. wee J t. I Ia'hrS Wti.Vtifo ‘ - - • ft} Debate J. 0; Omit-and- | tr'Hon«»n Boll 5 llw ' II L ft; Track 5. (J 5. -6j tDebate Scr-JI rV-Honon lull V t.: Track V When' he'yj rrifntitt' 'phjrey the yky. J 10.7 be pVood to say y tA- • Paul Johnson ■iind Shattuck 3. 4. I'll be merry and free. George Primf.au Football 4: Tech Club I. 2. “Men of feu wordy are the l est men. Carol Tlrnaclife CIjv. Secretary I: Class Vicc-Prcsidcnt 2: Class President 3: Dramatic Club 5, ft; Glee Club : Girls' U ('Itils 3. 4. 5, 6: Vice-President 5; Senate 6: Library Board 5; Girls’ Club 4, 5. ft; J. II. Girls' Club 1.2. 3: I. H. Dramatic Club 3. Capacity for joy. f H|

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T II E II I S II I I, A : U N I V E R S I T Y II I ; II S C II O O L Class H istory HOI) Gilmore walked aimlessly down a narrow street. At each yard he progressed. people stopped, stared, anil wondered, for I fod was deep in thought, and he wore a pained expression on his usually suave face. As if by chance a sign waving in the sunlight caught his eye: “Madame Colleen, Prognosticator.” Hm, a fortune teller.” murmured Harold with all his wisdom of the years spent at University High School. (This is not a paid advertisement—just plain loyalty.) His thoughts, the aforementioned phenomenon, had been harboring on the subject of his Alma Mater, and the sign was the stimulus of an idea. Hod was straining himself to an extreme. As if drawn by a supernatural power he entered the dimly lighted rooms of Madame Colleen, Prognosticator. An attendant relieved him of his hat, coat, and money. 1 lod entered the austere presence of Madame Colleen. Sit down, commanded a deep voice. Hod sat down hurriedly. Facing him was a small, wrinkled, old woman, dressed in the habitual costume of the followers of her profession. Before her, on a small table, lay a pack of dirty cards which she shuffled dextrously. You wish to know something of the past history of University High School's graduating class of 19?4, I understand, continued the fortune teller. I lod nodded. Madame Colleen dealt the cards, face up. on the table. The cards show me the existence of six ladders, each placed on a higher level than its predecessor. These ladders arc labeled. The lowest is called the seventh grade, is it not? “Mum hm,” said Harold blankly. Madame Colleen seemed to have lost the thread of the history at that moment. She closed her eyes, opened them again and concentrated deeply on the cards before her. “I seem to sec an indistinct figure at the top of this ladder,” she finally continued. “Ah, I recognize it now—Betty Boyd heading the seventh grade. The second rung holds Dorothy Stark, and next is Carol TurnadifT. She has since left the institution. Again she hesitated, anil said slowly. “I see a rather large person on the last step. 11c seems to be shouting. 'Boom, Boom, Boom’,—John Hcdback,” she finished triumphantly. Hod heaved a sigh, but Madame Colleen remained in a motionless |x sition, gazing intently at the cards, groping for a last view of the history. She spoke. It comes more clearly to me, now. The second ladder represents the eighth grade. And speaking rapidly, as a schoolboy reciting his lesson, (some schoolboys, anyhow), Heading this ladder is Dorothy Stark, followed by Carol Turnacliff, Bill Glenn, and Dorothy Rosenwald. The cards show the presence of a third ladder. I sec something of eggs,—eggs anil butter. Ah, Freshman year! The dull monotone continued after a slight pause. I hear soft singing.” “That’s me—I mean, I, said Harold brilliantly. “No, no, interrupted the prognosticator, inifutiently, “it is another boy with light hair who heads the third ladder. Bill Glenn. And again Carol Turnacliff appears in the cards, and Dorothy Rosenwald makes her second appearance. I am beginning to recognize these people more clearly. She spoke too soon, for a shadow of doubt crossed her countenance. “I cannot place the occupant of the last rung. He is tall, unassuming, anil very quiet. Skip it, contributed Hod blithely. Madame Colleen ignored him. “The boy is Boh Stevenson. The next ladder is titled Sophomore Year. The top rung is occupied by Bob Gates. An easily recognized figure, now, is in the second place, Carol Turnacliff.” The fortune teller passed her hand before her eyes, and frowned. “How do you feel?” asked Hod. I 16 1