West High School - Hesperian Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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CREEDS By Wanda Orton For tke Freshman 3f fflclteOf in clean, conspicuous books, in Seniors, and in minimum requirements. I promise to study all my lessons, to subscribe to the Weekly, and to greet my adviser every day with a smile, no matter how unfeeling that person may be in regard to my personal idiosyncrasies. 1 will at all times remember that it is the duty of the adviser to polish uncut stones, so that the gems may some day dazzle the sensibilities of the University of Minnesota. 1 shall have for my motto, Cheer up, little Koh-i-noor, you’ll be a crown jewel by and by. For the Sophomore 31 Jflflicbe in long auditorium sessions, in class excursions, and in minimum requirements. I promise to see all my fellow men with democratic vision—even Freshmen. Every day I will eat a well-balanced lunch, not combining pickles with milk, nor ice cream with hot soup. Under all circumstances will I endeavor to become enthusiastic about the square of the hypothenuse, book reports, and June lessons. My motto shall be, 1 may bolt, I may run, 1 may skip school if I will—but the minimum requirements follow me still. For the Junior 31 Jflfliebe in bidding farewell to the front hall crowd at 8:20, in cultivating an intellectual ten minutes in anticipation of the first hour class, and in passing all minimum requirements. For the hall locker I have at last received, the assiduous polishing from my adviser, and the important feeling 1 now possess, may I be properly thankful. Throughout the year my motto shall be. L’univers, I’univers, tout entier c’est a moi. 1 couldn’t have said that two years ago. For the Senior 3! Belittle in the general efficaciousness of English II, English V, English VII, and English X, in Batch, and our future athletic field. I no longer believe in minimum requirements; I don’t have to! They are my alter ego! 1 can confront with proper poise a parallel construction, a test by Miss Penney, or Mr. McWhorter. 1 promise to make my graduation pictures as interesting as possible, to buy a copy of the Hesperian, and to pay all my just debts. My motto shall be, All the world’s a stage. If I can’t play leads (as I am beginning to discover) let me make the characters worth while. For the Teacher 31 iBeliebe in the cheerful heart and the strong right arm, but not in too big a stick. I promise, after flaying myself daily with the scourge of self-criticism. to sleep peacefully and to arise next morning with incorrigible optimism. My class room shall be at all times a democracy; my motto, Which am I—grit in the wheels or oil in the cogs?” Page 10

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A TRIBUTE TO THE WEST HIGH COMMUNITY WEST HIGH is proud of its community. All that a school could desire in the way of backing, no matter what the project, is immediately forthcoming from that source. One of the most active, the longest established organizations is the West High Parents and Teachers’ Association, whose beneficial results, if listed here, would be many and varied. Quite its highest pinnacle of service is reached in the closer co-operation between teacher and parent for the most effective advancement of scholarship. Then, too. who can tell how many lower classmen have been or will be spurred on to greater effort, inspired with higher ideals in learning when they see the recognition which the association now makes of the senior honor roll? Admission into the West Key Society, founded by this same organization in June, 1921, together with the gold key as a symbol of membership, is a worthy goal for which to strive, whose primary stepping stone is scholarship. To the Parents and Teachers Association do we owe the credit for much of the awakened interest throughout the West district in the last few years. The business interests of our community have long been loyal to West High School and its projects. Well deserved is the appreciation which the thought of such long standing support calls forth. Not only has our Weekly been considered worth while as a continual advertising agent but also every call for the use of furnishings in our class plays, for advertising in our yearly Hesperian—all these and more have been met with careful and considerate attention on the part of the solicited. Such prompt, dependable assistance has many times been an important factor in the success of the ventures engaged upon by the student body and faculty of West High. Although a newer branch of community support, the Athletic Mothers’ Club must lose no praise for its admirable work in the school. The Mothers of both the boys and the girls have joined to form one of the most gratifying organizations which this school possesses. Good, clean sportsmanship receives a life-giving impetus when these faithful patrons of athletics are to be seen at every game that West High plays. Corresponding to this club comes one that is even more recent in its establishment; namely, the Fathers’ Club of West High. Father is no longer just the usual business man; for he has become a boy again, together with all the other fathers, through the close companionship between father and son in the club. The plans for broadening the scope of the organization and for making it even more of a factor in school life than its late arrival in community circles now warrants, are well under way. Untold benefits are prophesied for such a club, the need of which has long been felt. For the privilege of calling such a community its own. West High is willing to do much. For have we not been told in some writing of the past, that, No matter what the price, no effort is too great when the ultimate ends justify the means. Hence our tribute to the most loyal community that it has ever been the good fortune of a school to possess, followed by our earnest pledge to make the best of our present opportunities, so that one day we shall become citizens who will be a credit to the West High Community. Margaret Weir. Page 9

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THE VERDICT OF THE KU KLUX KLAN THE inmates of Tanglelodge were having a hilarious time. Shrieks of feminine laughter floated through the open windows. The bright lights streaming out into the dense foliage of the woods cast many a spookish shadow. The tall poplars softly whispered among themselves, while the grave oaks shook their heads in dire disapproval of the evening’s proceedings. Summery clad figures swayed to and fro in rhythm to the popular music that was being ground out by the Jazzerettes. Now when twelve of Tangleville’s most promising young women students of the largest high school, take it upon themselves to decide that man has become an old-fashioned ornament, something is bound to happen among the male population. At the height of the evening’s amusements, while dancing was still in its sway and refreshments were ready to be served, the door of Tanglelodge was suddenly thrust open and twelve white figures solemnly marched before the horror stricken gaze of girls and chaperon; the chief spoke. ’’We, the members of the High and Mighty Order of the Ku Klux Klan. do hereby order and ordain that these young women participating in annoying and unnecessary noise, and other actions known to ourselves, on this evening of June, nineteen hundred and twenty-two, have made it necessary for the male inhabitants of Tangleville to protest in the name of the law set down by the High Chief Potentate. A regular court session will take place. The organization will then remove to another apartment, returning within three minutes with verdict for said prisoners.” (Signed) HOKUS POKUM, High Chief of the Ku Klux Klan. Three minutes of anguish and terror had elapsed when the doors opened and the jurors filed in. The head juror, in a very dignified and solemn manner, handed over their written verdict. No need for requesting silence; the room was like death itself. Unrolling the document, the judge of the evening gravely glanced over the contents and shook his head. “It is decreed by my fellow Klansmen that this verdict be put in force because of the following transgressions of the listed delinquents. Mary Clemens, on Tuesday the ninth, came to her Virgil class unprepared; Gladys King, on Monday, reported with a failure in mathematics; Betty Mums on the seventh of said month snubbed our high and glorious basketball captain, Jim Dow; Dorothy Konn refused an invitation from our most lovable of football heroes, Dan Kenzie; Sally Mac, on same date was seen throwing paper wads at our illustrious instructor. Mr. Percival McProof; Dot, Betty, and Mitzel dared to call members of this Klan by undignified names that have never been used in the family Bible. Because of these violations, along with the unnecessary noises, disorderly conduct of the participants and the omission of the protecting male, it has been found necessary for me to read the following verdict: ‘That the condemned participants shall be made to dance for at least two hours with the members of this Klan.’ The watchful oaks and sleepy poplars heard many happy and relieved cries when the bogus Klansmen removed their masks and familiar faces were brought to light. Page II A arcella Rossiter.