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

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W ETH E53 W ET! Ti XXXXXXXX J ll alnanzulanaunauuaaalsslli .Nlbllilllil ' nal ' nal liriums called Latin and Algebra , and at this time also, many of us began to fear the weekly theme. In the midst of these trials, we had nostalgic visions of that time to come when we could bob our hair Cprovided We were girlsj, and when Qif we were boysj we would hasten the advent of our first suit of long trousers. Despite these dreams, however, it was some time before we passed into---Q THE AGE or INNOCENCE After our honorable expulsion from our respective junior highs, we entered Central's vast portals. Innocent we were, and there was yet a decidedly greenish tinge to our countenancesg but we soon changed. We learned in chemistry about the process of ionization, and we were positively delighted to find that our green tinge was active enough to immediately ionize. We became keen, our confidence returned, we became statesmen, diplomats! We formed and put into effect our constitution. We became politicians, we led in our sphere. At the same time, we made our debut into society. Our 1B social followed. Apparently we still retained some of our primitive bashfulness, for with the exceptions of a few daring souls, the girls congregated at one end of the hall, while the boys grouped at the other. Despite this, a fine time was had by all, as the newspapers sometimes say, and we continued to make history. By our IA semester, our terrible complex for green had so dissipated, that we dared to take a vote on the colors that were to be incorporated in our banner. The heart-rending combination of garnet and silver was at last decided upon. The numerous sittings of our august governing body were disrupted by an appalling wrangle over the collection of dues. Several times the air was made positively smoky by the enthusiastic discourses our orators presented. To this effect, the versatile George Yarrington added by a hectic declamation of then existing traffic problems. Then came--- THE AGE OF ADVANCE lt would be futile to endeavor to show to exactly what degree these social, political, and economic problems affected our lives, suffice it to say that they brought about changes in our mode of existence. We advanced, we leaped ahead, we forged on, we pressed forward, we progressed, to be candid, we enjoyed an age of advance. Our 2B social was a perfect example of this. No unwritten line any longer barred the room in which the social was held. And then suddenly came--- THE RIPER AGE Much excitement! ! Fire! Calmostj Murder! Cpretty near! War!! land then somelj Yarrington again said words heard 'round the world in his address on Student Government and Honor Courts which he delivered before the assembled class. The words flamed in every bra-in. Yes! No! Sure! Perhaps! Why? Nope! Sure! Never!-but how this controversy ended has not yet become apparent. During these dark and trying hours, the Junior prom served to keep alive the spark of advancement that smouldered in every heart. Thank heavens! We were preserved for greater things. Peace restored, we regained our equilibrium and managed to collect what few of our senses remained. Not so bad! We were still better than good, and still able to tell our teachers a 5 A-5 p c 20 u - - F73 ET? EU E W is W

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W E33 553 F53 W EW WE XXXXXX N ZIIEIZIIEIZIISIIEIIHIII sm.1illlalalellanel ae History of the Class of 1925? A STORY OF OUR WORLD The Sphere of 19255 by Willem Hendrick Van G. Wells FOREWORD Many years ago, when I was a very little boy, I came to Central with a group which called itself the Class of 19255. From that moment on, I have watched history being made through the efforts of this group. This account of their career should not be only interesting and amusing, but also it should be highly educational. It sets a fine example! In order to make the way easier for those who follow, I shall write these worthy traditions in such a simple manner, that even the unlettered, pagan 1B,s may receive the light which is so graciously offered them. Willem Hendrik Van G. Wells WHENCE WE CAME We live under the shadow of a gigantic question mark, don't we? What are we here for, anyhow? We know, of course, that we are here for a purpose, but just what that is we are uncertain. We know but little of when we actually commenced to startle the world with our brilliance, nevertheless we are keenly conscious that we did that at an early age. Like our very remote ancestors, we were at first unable to walk erect. Our language which is now used by all about us was then in its first stages of evolution. We conversed by gurgling da-da and Glllubl I l' Traces of this original speech still remain with us, since it has recently been discovered after much research that the words Hot Dog! came from the primitive Og dobl , which was the term we first used Qto convey the impression that we required nourishment. We made daily progress in every way, managing in the meantime to shed a superabundance of luminance upon the admiring crowds which constantly sur- rounded us. Gradually we acquired our taste for crab salad and alligator pears: so by the time we were able to feed ourselves, we had already formed definite tastes. About this time also, we began to consider paper, shoes, and pins as unedible. In the meantime our lungs had developed, and we were well able to attract greater attention to ourselves. As time flew by, we entered-- THE GREEN AGE We became more and more certain of our perfection. Then one day our dis- illusionment ended. We became acquainted with a terrible device called '6school . Although we dreaded to encounter this horror, some unknown force suddenly pulled us into the midst of this maelstrom, and we found ourselves helplessly con- fined to its depths. We began to lose our former self-confidence, and by the time we had entered the junior high school stage we were shy little creatures maintaining an infinite faith in Santa Claus, and just loving to do our home lessons. This was our green age. At this time, even our color senses were so affected that our complexions were spoken of as being green in appearance. Now we encountered terrible de- E .-E C235 F 'f 77 53 F a at -A as E Q ' I ffl - WI , - - - - - -1m.eE..I2Q EE? W W3 EW 53 W W EI? W

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' ZIQEIZIIEIZIISllilflillllildilll.EIIIUDIEIZZ IEIZII IZZ Eli E73 m fra W 53 XX XXXX thing or two Cthat is-occasionallyj, and still able to argue for our rights and lefts. And so entered another age, for with promotion, we entered-i THE AGE or PERFECTION As seniors we acted the part. Not only did we act it, we played it so playfully that we were perfect in one respect, if not in more. Everyone admitted that, even our teachers! Our studies became mere nothings Cin some cases less than thatlj, and life took on a sanguine aspect. Early in the semester, as a mere matter of form, we presented our 3B dance. Hot Dog! The remainder of the semester was one roseate haze. So we entered-M THE AGE OF ABSOLUTE PEREECTION lVloney! Moneyl!! MORE MONEYHV' Gotta graduate proper! Yeah9 UH-huh!!! Check!', Commercial enterprise entered our lives at this period. We became masters of finance. Rummage-sale-Dr. Bowker-Football souvenirs-Senior play-WHEEE Y!! Wellllll-Cyawwwwwnj That's that! And then came-- THE AGE OF FRIVOLITY A dread disease crept into our midst, despite what weak opposition we were able to give it. lt spread with amazing swiftness, and before we were aware, the entire class was severely attacked with?-PHOTOPHOBIA! This disease brought with it a strange aftermath, for we became indolent and energetic, glad and sorrowful, foolish and wise. We prepared our graduation clothesg actually distributed without restraint our priceless prom ticketsg planned class day with its usual excessive dignity and wisdom, and then we prepared-we prepared- but for what is yet a question for we continue to exist in the shadow of that great interrogation point. This far, however, we have blazed, a broad trail which others may feel safe and welcome to use. We, the Class of '255, have done this-Why? -we don't know, because that blamed question mark is still in the way, but we shall press on and on! llerberl W. Skinner C01 N 2 : N i cl 3 : l uv 1 - 'Y Y YA -A 'A '- , - -- WI IZ! Ill 'E f - A - ,meE..EE1- .EE W3 W EW W W E73 W