Central High School - Blue and White / Pnalka Yearbook (Springfield, MA)

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12 THE PNALKA XYhen we had begun the last lap of our school course, Vllilbur DuBois be- came our president, Mary Cameron came into her own as vice-president, VVil- lard Alderman was chosen treasurer, and Glenn Burt, member-at-large. Shortly afterward, at the senior class entertainment, Professor Crosby of Brown read Much Ado About Nothing, in his usual charming way. This affair was successfully managed by Chester Hulbert. After that came the Senior llance 1 called Senior because there were thirteen or fourteen seniors there. The profits were so large that it is impossible to mention them here owing to lack of space. Our greatest achievement, Our Boys, coached by Mrs. Adams, occurred in March, when we discovered what really clever people there are in the Class of 191-l. Our class has achieved the incredible - we flew in the face of precedent and did not break our wings. The long-established custom of the Senior Prom was abolished, partly because ragging isn't nice, and partly because our ex- chequer was too low. And now here on this high hill we stand, looking back to the steps by which we have climbed, and we bid our school where we have spent four happy years a Hail and Farewell l Z! r: G 'If-, 'Z . '-1130 , if ,KV in B7 Q 'Q lllllll , . 45- fr' F... . WC ' ' if I

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. - . , 5 . I n THE PNALKA '11 l Szninr Qtlass ibistnrp By RUTH DOGGETT , O you remember that delightfully thrilling day when you first Q? xg came to High School? Do you remember when the great doors closed upon you, how scared and lost among that great crowd you felt? Was there ever such chattering, such laugh- ing as you heard in those halls? And how timidly we crawled into our seats, and grinned cf sheepishly at other Freshies, or dashed wildly toward some familiar person as a drowning man clutches at a straw. All through the long exciting day, how we squirmed and wriggled, and lost ourselves - until our first day of High School life was over, and we escaped into the warm September air. As we grew and studied our fears were dispelled, and we became as the very lords of creation themselves. But, still we were not considered suiiiciently grown up to have class officers until our sophomore year, when we returned, crowned with halos of personally-conceived glory. Then it was that we elected William Yerrall president of our noble class, Mary Cameron, vice-president, and Frank Robson, secretary, a position which he has ever since enjoyed, writ- ing for us the most vivid reports imaginable. Chapin Stone was chosen to wring from the tight-wads that valuable fifty cents, and Douglas Swan was given the all-important position of member-at-large. Our class meetings were a riot of excitement. Everyone clamored at once for a chance to speak, until our poor president hardly knew what end he was standing on. But after all we were a good class. For there was no man who was willing to spare time from his studies to undertake the task of Editor-in-Chief of the Recorder. At last, three brave men, Chester Hulbert, Wilbur DuBois, and Paul Craig were found, who were willing to shoulder the responsibility of editing the Recorder for one issue apiece. During our junior year our meetings became a little less like bedlam, and a little less like chaos, and under the tutelage of William Yerrall, as president, we passed a somewhat eventful year. Mildred Gilbert was elected vice-president, Chapin Stone, shekel-collector, and Arthur johnson, member-at-large. In the spring Frank Robson managed the junior Dance very creditably. According to custom, a gift was presented to the senior class, as a token of our respect and adoration, the famous picture of Sir Galahad and the Angel, carry- ing the Holy Grail, sailing in an enchanted boat across a magic sea. The PNALKA elections showed Paul Craig as editor-in-chief, Sherman Ellis, assistant editor, and Lindsey Chilson, business manager. it it

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4.5 I 'U,f.'W -r , if - T H E P N A L K A 13 bznior Qtlass iaropbecp By IRENE SMITH, CATHERINE BIAKESLEE, PAUL CRAIG black sultriness of the Indian summer night had settled down on the vast jungle. The ceaseless hum of insects and night-birds filled the air. In the single large room of Rev. f' Edward Taylor's bungalow, Mr. Willard W. S. Alderman stretched his comfortable bulk in a wicker chair. On the Q , , Q low table beside him, in the mellow light of a kerosene lamp, were spread out a number of small photographs. I suppose I am foolish to carry 'em with me through this wilderness, he mused, regarding the pictures fondly, but I like to think of something more pleasant than railroad matters, once in a while, the class of 1914 for instance, that was some class. I wish I knew where they all are. Suddenly he heard a voice say, If the Sahib will permit, I will gladly grat- ify his wish. In the doorway stood an old man. L' Who are you? demanded Bill. I am a Yogi, a wise man. Does the Sahib wish L? Without waiting for an answer, the stranger strode over to the table and picked up the pictures. He murmured a few words in his native tongue, and then waved his arms slowly. The room disappeared, and in its place was the vast surface of the earth stretched out like a map. Bill arose from his chair, and to his intense surprise his rather heavy person was wafted out over the ex- panse as lightly as a thistledown. Gosh l exclaimed Bill, this mode of locomotion has got the airship beaten all right. What are those specks away down there? Why, they're people l Another surprise to Bill was the fact that the thickest walls were as thin glass to him. As he floated along, a large building met his wondering gaze. Headquarters of the W. C. T. U. of Milwaukee read the sign on the roof. There was Marjorie Smith at the president's desk, and nearby were her execu- tive committee, Gladys Dietz, Marion Dickinson, Hermina Ude, and Angela Burke. A procession in the street next caught his eye, and he heard the blare of trumpets and loud cheering. All women I No, there was one lone man carrying a banner on which was inscribed in large, gilt letters, Equal Suffrage League of Wisconsin. Bill anxiously looked about for one of his classmates. He recognized Elizabeth Sherman, Marion Holland, Rachel Ely, and Isabel Shea!