Central High School - Almanac Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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The Second Mile-Stone. BY AMY GRACE MAHER. After our Freshman year, what a relief is our present posi- tion! We are no longer scoffed at, no longer the merry jest of the whole school, no longer the mere infants who are to be amus- ing-not amused. Now when We, as Sophomores, and members of the illustri- ous class of nineteen hundred and two, Walk sedately up the stairs, the timid Freshmen look after us with awe-struck gaze, and are most emphatically impressed with a sense of our superiority. We laugh at all the jokes about them, and are really beginning to enjoy Senior rhetorical days. We watch the Juniors worrying over their geometry, and smile at their care-worn faces. Our mathematics don't make our lives miserable. The juniors worry about their Latin and tear their hair at the prospect of a Lit. exam. We smile, and realize how young they are for their age. Still, we ought to add that the juniors are very obliging when there is a tight place in our arithmetic, and are kind enough to help us in our Latin, by means of their fund of knowledge, although it may be small. The Seniors are too much occupied to bother us much, but they speak to us now when they meet us, and seem to think that we have at length grown old enough to be worthy of their notice. The juniors talked a great deal about Cmsar last year, and said some things behind his back that he wouldn't have been overproud to hear. We don't object to him at all ! He isn't hard for us, and we don't see why the juniors made such a fuss about him. We wonder if their reports of Ovid are also such fine examples of hyperbole. We donlt quite relish sitting in the front part of the Audi- torium, but we remember that we should not be selish, and we certainly would be selish were we to deprive the Seniors.

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spear or anybody else. I am talking about the social we had last year. Oh !-oh ! drawled Pickens, 318 on the Wrong side of the ledger, eh? Yes, said Joe, H1518 on the debit side and it has not been 'paid yet. Tell us about it, drawled Pickens. Let me see. It was Friday night, it was hot. Well, the only way we could get in was from the girls' side. They had lanterns strung on strings all along the hall C549 and all lit up, casting a soft, mellow light over the Freshmen Universe. On the next day, the Social Committee came down in the morning and it was raining, so they could not do anything until three o'clock. They had chicken-pie for lunch, and cake and plenty of fun. Then they hired a rig and took the furniture home. Have you gone to any of the meetings? asked joe. Yes, I have attended all of them. In the Hrst one this year We elected Burton Nickles president, Fern Sprague vice-presi- fdent, Anna Bunce is recording secretary, Herbert Eastwood is treasurer, Harry Vortriede is corresponding secretary and Robert Lane is door-keeper. Then we have a motto: 'No Palm without Labor? Well, I guess that's about all We did this year except to change the dues from 250. to I 5c. There goes the bell. I thought- The rest was lost in the shuilie. WW

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and Juniors of the opportunity of looking at us. We are sure that the intellectual shape of our heads must inspire those behind us to do better work. We have decided to remain in the front of the Auditorium until the end of this year, just to show our unselfish dispositions. At the end of that time we'1l move back. Allin all, our year has been extremely happy, and we are quite satiied with the respect shown us. As we resign our place here to the present Freshmen, the best We can wish them is that they may do as well as we have done. We ask the world to be a little more patient, since it can have us in two more years.