Central High School - Red and Black Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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'Twenty-two A Newer World CME, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. That cry of an indomitable soul has been borne to us down through the ages. Since the world began, men have been inspired to sail beyond the sunset and the western stars. Civilizations have been established by that urge and have reached their greatest heights when the flame of zeal burned brightest. Today the need for newer worlds, in a newer sense, is stronger than ever. Civili- Zation can no longer depend upon new lands for impetus toward achievement. The new worlds must come from within the old worldsg they must be empires based upon human advancement rather than upon materialistic acquisition. That the average man is not ignorant of that important fact is shown by the trend of thought today. The chances for accumulation of great wealth are rapidly diminishing. As a result the Youth of the world is turning toward more humanistic goals. The new empires will not be carved out by the bloody sword of conquest, they will be sketched by the pen, revealed by the research laboratory, redeemed by the cross! Is this not an inspiring challenge to you and me? Never before in the history of the world has there been such promise and hope for a new generation just entering the world of affairs. Throughout the ages there have been men and women whose successful search for these newer worlds has been an inspiration to those who followed after. But today the inspiring accomplishments of such leaders is even more potent. They did not wield the sword, but the effect they have had upon the world has been more lasting and certainly more truly powerful than all the conquests of our Napoleons and Alexanders. Consider the empire Shakespeare created with his pen, the pioneering done by Louis Pasteur and Madame Curie in the Held of medicineg the noble work done by Florence Nightingale in alleviating human suffering, and by Clara Barton in the establishment of the Red Cross. One need only try to imagine a world without these truly Great, to measure their greatness. Imagine America without Washington, Lincoln, or Theodore Roosevelt. Their names have become immortalized because of the visions they -saw and put into effect. The world has not even yet realized the full import of Edison's inventions, nor sensed the possibilities for progress in the exploraf tions of Byrd, our modern Columbus. All of these men and women have given to humanity new empires of thought which are urging the world to unite in mutual appreciation of them. But, perhaps the most inspiring work of all, the great work of unifying the physical world in order to prepare the way for the new spiritual worlds to come, was begun in our own lifetime. On May 20, 1927, just ten years ago, a slim young American began an Odyssey to seek a newer world. He, too, sailed beyond the stars. In a frail, silvery airplane, he crossed a turbulent ocean to join two continents irrevocably together. Charles Augustus Lindbergh, in his ship, the Spirit of St. Louis, found a newer world, open' ing for us a vista into the empire of the future. He is the Ulysses of our generation. -EVELYN GREEN, '38.

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'Twenty-'four Hgreater Love Hath No Mani, T was raining, death was everywhere, men were killing. It was raining ceaselessly, and Albert Mueller was afraid. His was not a fear born of dread, but of confusion and demoralizing uncertainty. Near madness, lice, hunger, despair, mud-grey, slimy, depressing mud-were all here together in the shallow shell hole with him. Every explosion shattered more his wistful dreams of the world fif such a thing could be possiblej-dreams which he had just begun to form when he had been sucked into this awful maelstrom to fight for the Fatherland. Yet in his despairing soul there was still room for one sustaining thought, the desire to live, an emotion, which, though natural, was yet so powerful as to make all others seem weak by comparison. Because of it, Albert Mueller crouched shrinkingly in No Man's Land, trying des- perately-almost frenziedly-to reorganize his scattered thoughts. Like a trapped animal, his mind darted from possibility to possibility, seeking a way leading out of his maddening dilemma. A notfoverfexperienced recruit, new in the sector, he had been sent to recon' noitre the enemy position. Threading his way through No Man's Land, he had paid too much attention to shells hurtling close by. He had lost his bearings. So there he was, wishing he weren't between the two enemy lines, confused as to which territory was his. Knowing that his very life depended on his ability to guess the right direction, he could sense only one impression in his worried mind: he certainly didn't want to die, he couldn't die-he shouldn't-he wouldn't. Gradually he became calmer and considered his situation. He realized that he had only half a chance of guessing the right trench. That half chance was the balance between life and death. He cursed himself for his carelessness, he cursed the Fate which had sent him there, he cursed the whole rotten business. Unable for a moment to concentrate on his tragic situation, he let his mind wander back to an ethereal world, his peaceftime world: his best girl friend, his school, his first shave, his first pair of long pants, his chums, his unfinished novel-the greatest ever to be written, he had dreamt-his enlistment. All these images flitted across his mind in a pleasing panorama. He thought of home, of mother, and her delicate china-like hands. Albert vowed to himself- A shadowy figure had appeared out of nowhere and had poised watchfully on the rim of the shell hole. His heart leaped! His pulses pounded, and feverishly he eyed the spectre. To him, in that instant, life was forfeit! He accepted death as a certainty, not as a possibility. His imagination clearly discerned the Grim Reaper about to mow him down mercilessly. Albert was convinced that he had ended his journey in the valley of' life, and that he was now on the verge of the Great Beyond. All the things he had been ashamed of in his life stood out before him. Suddenly he had another realization almost as startling as the first. That watchful figure had not seen him! Although Albert was not aware that a sixth sense had caused that other life to pause on the brink of destruction, he did realize, however, that his own presence was unknown. He lay still, trying to muffle his very breathing. The shadow, as if against its better judgment, started to move into the shell hole, into Albert's own private world! He went from fear to madness again, for he knew one of them must die now. He leaped forward, knife in hand-whence and how he knew not-and stabbed again and again at the thing that was threatening his being. The thing proved to be a warm, pulsating creature, who sank back with a sigh. He had won! But had he? No sooner was the deed done than he was not sure whether it were better undone. Under his stress, he could see as plainly as if he were in daylight. He saw a tall,