West High School - Hesperian Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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NINETEEN HUNDRED AND THIRTY SCRIPT Back Row : Van Krcvclcn. Smith, Brvrrnick, Kline. Thrciher, Bril. Second Row: Brin: Levin: Stone: Min Orton, adviser: Bartholomew; Wallace. Front Row: Richardson, Dryer. Ro •eth. Moor, Hepp. SCRIPT By discussions of the works of well-known authors and criticisms of plays, prose, and poetry contributed by the members, Script has furnished an opportunity for those with literary talent. Five new members were initiated October 18. During November, members spoke on the life and works of leading writers. Leonard Thresher gave a scries of talks on the philosophy of Spinoza. Jules Moor discussed Edgar Allan Poe, anti the entire club studied Milton, Keats, and Sandburg. MODERN VERSE CHOPIN’S LIFE Slowly at first, then with a great large Flash of flame, the candle springs to life! Steadily, strongly, the flame on the wick burns on. Steadily, reluctantly, the wick with the flame burns down. At last the bright, light-giving candle is nearly To the half-way mark, yet the Flame still burns. Suddenly through the open window Comes a gust of wind— The Flame is out— —Jules L. Moor. AWAKE? Night- Dropping heavily On the world; Crushing out all Light, and Sound. And Breath of living things— 'The blackness, although seeming More unpleasant than light, Leaves a feeling of depression in the Dawning of another Day. ......Why? Jules L. Moor. SCENE Ebony trees— Fixed to their roots. Bold and bare. Bleak and cold appearing; (jiving to the snow-splattered Hill they stand upon A lost and forlorn appearance. A hill—is in a land Foreign to its whole summer environment. A place whose trees. Now in their hibernation, Shook while asleep, in Sum’rv dreams, And the leaves (those left) responding, Shook like tambors to the accompaniment Of Pan’s pipes, left beh'nd by him When he went to his winter sleep. For its melancholy aspect One could love the hill, And winter And the cold— Vet winter never loves; Winter's kiss is more a bite That shows the born traitor To the worship that man Would give a pure world. —Jules L. Moor. f 29 1

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L THE HESPERIAN FOR JANUARY T E R A T U R E WEST HIGH WEEKLY B.ick Ron : Cronuinctatrr. Hall, Huai, Moor, Gardnrr, Harrow, Miller. I liird Row: Harrit, Encdaht, Swrnten. Ro»ctli, Johnton. Richardton, Dryer, Hyde. Seeond Row : Hertey. Goldberg. Kenney, Thie». Mil Utley, Adviser; Proper, Wright, Swan, Cryaler. tront Row: Deutsche. Advertising; Hampel. Adverlmne Manager: Robert »nu. Shaw, Aaaociate Editor : Hepp. Editor-in-chief; Hawthorne. Sport Editor: Greene, Biuinet Manaicer; HI umber g. WEST HIGH DAY BY DAY By Oh! Ohii! Macintosh Hack to school for a rest: one needs a rest now and then. Peculiar how a person will spend half of his time in this world sleeping. . . Saw c|uitc a hit of Kilhorn and his hanker during vacation. Saw too much of the treasurer. We celebrated the coming of another year together. Goodness, how we celebrated. (Reason for much needed rest.) A rather funny incident happened to me on the night that comes before New Years. . . . Put Michael (Deutsche’s chariot) in the garage and returned for it later on in the morning. I explained to the garage owner that our party was the only four who were not polluted with New Year's cheer and then much to my embarrassment, 1 could not recognize my own car. Mr. Everest sprinkled some oil on the hall floors during vacation. Slippery gents these engineers. The Cleverness of Coppage would he a marvelous title for a short story. I am sure it would be a great seller. It is not every one who can elude the rigid rules of the school hoard and capture the presidency of the Y cabinet. However, the story should be noticeably short. I imagine that the school will not miss the noisy members of the Senior class as long as they can exhibit a B. Hawthorne or a Walter Meili. Critics will bear out my above statement. The Purple twilight and Lavendar have both left us. We know where the Purple twilight has gone, but have our doubts as to Lavendar's destination. 1 have heard that Mr. Jackson is going to pull a fast one and take his squad to Stillwater. No telling what these cagcrs will do. A blinding flash, a deafening report, the smell of smoke! . . . Another flash light picture. Save the surface and you save all. Exceedingly true statement pertaining to the weaker sex as they put on the war paint and set out to get their man. They certainly are scalpers. Another Day passes. I.et's hope he’s eligible next year anyway. Fourth hour of 302 would make a remarkable museum. At least there seem to be enough queer specimens within its portals to attract those who have eaten. As for audiences, first lunch contributes very liberally. It is most amusing I say most, perhaps almost would better display my meaning) to see hundreds of faces peer through the door windows and hands waving sandwiches at friends within. Clever students snake dance down the hall. On this subject of snakes an eminent student explained to me that it makes no difference whether or not the worm turns, because it’s the same on both sides. f 28 )

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THE HESPERIAN FOR JANUARY the: back page .1 rutklrnli rrilitil mtirr, fr.ninth rxf'ttimg ikt m%Jtrm trend the talent link. ACT ONE The stage is entirely barren except for a feu.' pieces of scenery scattered at random over the stage: In the right foreground may he seen a quaint Grecian garden, U'ith sundial and fountain. The babbling of the fountain almost drowns out the noise made by the moving hands of the sundial. Overhead, a loon is singing sweetly. 'Through the dense thicket of violets and poison ivy at the left of the stage may be seen the roof of a dog house. In the immediate foreground rises a step ladder, obstructing the view of a huge, moss-covered gate in the center background. Through the bars of the gate comes a medley of sounds, denoting revelry. On the gate is a barely readable, weather beaten sign . . . T.I TEX T CLUBS. The word talent” is very faint, indeed. and the letters seem to be of a rosy hue which some claim to be a blush of shame. Voices (from the other side of the pate): Whoopee . . . what do we care . . . we’re so exclusive . . . whoopee! Gate (opening slowly): Clique . . . clique . . . clique . . . .7 group of gay youths, dressed in the characteristic garb of their respective clubs, scrambles through the open gate. They assume a dancing formation directly behind the foot lights, and sing in chorus. Chorus: Oh, we’re the talent clubs, you sec We're talented as we can be There're none so talented as we At what ? At making whoopee! .Is the song is being sung, a young girl shyly walks onto the stage, surveying the revelers with jaw agap. She wears flat-heeled, high-topped shoes, long curls, straw hat with long streamers, and black bloomers, .is the group completes the song, it traipses back through the gate. ‘The last one to enter is about to dose the gate, when the little girl, who has remained unnoticed, runs up. Girl (with a pronounced lisp): What arc vouth people doin’? Kin 1 come in with youth? Oh. so youth is tha talent clubs? How lufflv. Youth ith justh the people I am looking for. I would just love to be able to dithplav my talents. Kin I come in with youth? I promise that I will attend all the meetingth, and will twy to cultivate my talents vewwy muth. By this time, the entire group has surrounded the little girl, laughing and snickering among themselves. First Talent: Ha! Ha! Did you hear that? The poor deluded kid wants to display her talents! If she has any, she certainly struck the wrong place. And she promises to attend all the meetings! Second Talent (to the little girl): And what on earth is your name, you peculiar creature? Girl: My name ith Thweet Innocence. But I don’t like to be called pecula’. I’m a nice little girl, bccauth my mamma said I wath! So there! Third Talent: Did you hear her name? Sweet Innocence! How appropriate! Fourth Talent: I didn’t know that there were such people existing in so modern an age as the present. Second Talent: What a bother it must be to be practical minded! Fifth Talent: And it must be still worse to have a conscience. Innocence (timidly interrupting): Kin I came in with youth? 1 alwayth did want to dewelop my talenth. Pleath lemme. Sixth Talent: What? Do you think we’d let you into our clique? If we did, you’d always be trying to get us to do some work or something. Second Talent: And we couldn’t ever think of doing any work. Innocence (beginning to sob): Well, why don’t you lemme in? I’m a good ittle girl, an I'm vewwy talented. I wanna chancet to dewelop my talenth, and you are the Talenth Clubth Fourth Talent (rudely interrupting): You mean were the 1 alent Clubs. We re living on the reputation made by our clubs years and years ago. Why we aren’t really talent clubs at all. That’s just a good excuse for existing. Innocence (sobbing more violently than ever): Why. I think you people arc just too mean. Where can a poor ittle girl ike me go to expweth her talenth, if she doesn’t go to the Talent Clubth? Why won’t you lemme come in? (sob . . . sob . . .) Third Talent: No, we don’t want people of your type in our clubs at all. We’re here for a good time, and somebody like you would always be pestering us to do something,’ or else f 30 J