Central City High School - Bison Yearbook (Central City, NE)

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go 5.. go go V! v. VO. u- CLASS HISTORY 3: 3: 1': 9: CHAPTER ONE HE fall of 1911 seemed much as any T other fall. The leaves which fell were sere and brown, but those individuals who swooped down upon Central City High School were decidedly green. In this re- spect they were not different from other Fresh- men, but the way in which they joined in the singing of HiVake, Freshmen, VVakeP led by Mrs. Morrow, marked them as a body to be heard from later. In fact, they'were heard from when the pennant belonging to the Seniors was taken down one night, painted with Freshmen colors and returned to its place. After this, their first, encounter they settled down to the regime, withiRay Clayton as pres- ident and Miss Rutledge sponsor. When, at the end of the first semester, their second sponsor, Miss Thomas.1eft them, with unfailing courage they elected Miss Munger, who stayed until the end, proving herself a competent chaperon at the Freshman picnic. l And so, brilliantly ends their year as Fresh- J... AA AAA men, not brilliantly in color, as at first, but soft- ened by High School infiuences to a brownish hue. CHAPTER TWO As Sophomores we led a life of hopeless de- spondency. Oppressed by overwork and weighed down with worries, we furnished an excellent ex- ample of the cruelties of the present so-called enlightened age. We were recognized every- where by our long, tragic, care-worn faces. We looked upon the happy, easy-going Seniors with envy and malice, and upon the teachers, who seemed our only friends last year, with a feeling of antagonism. But Mr. Essert, with his ever- present u Frog Story? seemed different, and we immediately pounced upon him for sponsor. In books we went with Caesar in his journeys across the Rhine, and for recreation strove vain- ly to work out Mr. Kaup,s originals in geom-' etry. t This year we seemed to find no time for fighting, except with our books, and tour dull brown seemed toward the end of the year to

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EMMA ZIEGLER Dramatic Club ' my tongue within my lips I reign, For who talks much must talk in vain. NELLIE ROSE German Club nShe is a happy maiden, wb Gifted in mind and heart; .chgi Her success is very certain, For she has i! now in part? Commercial Club VINCENT STARRETT ; He awoke one morning andfoundhimselffamous. n ANNA POTEE German Club .46; ilt'llle I ask; my wants are few. E5- N HELEN COMSTOCK Dramatic Club ' n cCall: to her oflacoFs ladder, and she would ask the number of the steps.

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'I' 5' 5' 'I' .1- V! v. u- CLASS HISTORY 3: 3: 9: 2: brighten as we anticipated the jolly Junior days. CHAPTER THREE Fall againeand 0n the first daylof school we discover ourselves jolly Juniors, with Vincent Starrett president and Miss Belschner sponsor. About the first week of school we enjoyed a hay- rack ride through the dense fog to Pintail Shack. It was on this trip that Mr. Findley coached us in some new class yells. That part of our course had been sadly neglected last year on account of the hard work. The ponderous thoughts which had occupied our minds last year now tied, and 'we looked upon the struggling under-class men as the older brother upon the boy with the marble sack. With the opening of the second semester came thoughts of the Junior-Senior banquet. We held class meetings and planned, consulted and deliberated, but we seemed to be unable to plan a banquet which to our minds would be fitting for the illustrious class of ,14. So, weary and worn, we turned over the menu part to our a thoughtful mothers. They came to our aid and served a banquet that surpassed even our wild- est dreams. We therefore recommend the moth. ers as the, most able of all caterers. This memorable banquet was held in Cud- dington Hall. The tables were arranged in the shape of a large S, for Senior. The hall and tables were tastefully decorated in Senior colors and flowers, while crimson and gray booklets, containing welcome, menu, toast list and class rolls, at each plate, served as a worthy memento of the enjoyable evening to all present. So ended our Junior year, and we looked upon the Dignified Seniors with awe, wondering whether we would ever be ableto follow in their footsteps. CHAPTER FOUR-fCONCLUSION Here we find ourselves trying to live up to our new name of Dignified Seniors. Our jolly Junior days are gone, but we .find'many occasions for being quite jolly on the sly. With Randal Morrow as our president and