Central High School - Almanac Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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Tl-lE1911ALIV'IANAC X QQ get IPI 'A' XX as Growing The time is come when dear old High will plant Her glorious garden, rich with life?and zeal of Youth. The seeds sl1e'll drop down deep in Earth's emhraee, Elevens, ye shall he. ye youths and maids. And as the days and years whirl wildly on, Our Alma Mater's influential hand Shall guard her planted seeds in growth. Oftimes 'tis our helief our growth is o'er, And that we now are radiant blooms full hlowng Alas, how unaware that we are only seeds Just ready to he sown in Blother Earth! From out her realms and dark repressing eluteh. In time, with gaining strength we'll all emerge. On these the sun may flood its warming light: A gathering gale may hlow its heams from those. The rain may shower plenteous blessings here. Yvhile there its gentle toueh may not he known. For every seed a different fortune waits: In every seed a different heart heats life. Time may saunter. time may race: and yet A day will he when courage each will take. Cast od the c-urhing yoke of gloomy soil And lift our strengthened selves above. heyond: Behold the light-receive its restful rays. And hreathe the freshness of the fragrant air. Let's just pretend we're hlossoming tonight. And in the sway of gently blowing breeze Wie wave to all a sweet farewell. -E. JI. S as

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TI-IE1911ALIV1ANAC Un one side there was a large bill board announcing tl1e various theatre attractionsf National Theatre: Howard Warwick. the Matinee Idol. now Starring in the 'Mormon Patriarch. ' and I recalled how Howard had loved to appear before the footlights. Utloming Next IYeek-Mlle. Rosenblnm. the Greatest American Actress-Box Office Now Open, I thought how proud the class of 1911 must be of their success. Across the street was a prosperous looking factory and I read. Sweet's Sweets for Sweet People. Nearby was a Y. YY. G A. building. and thru the window one could see that some sort of an executive meeting was being held: to my surprise my old friend Edna Lewis arose and said: The meeting will now come to order. tThe fact that I could hear her did not surprise me, for I seemed to take everything as a matter of course.J But the babel of tongues continued. Yes, Bertha Shannon was saying. I have just heard from lla Park. she's in the State House of Representatives. you know. She tells me that George Stockton. the Representative from Prairie Depot. is very busy trying to lobby thru an Initiative and Referen- dum Bill. but he's having poor success: our legislators are carrying out to the letter all the principles and policies of Gov. Kelly. I remember. another answered. C'arl always was trying to keep George within bounds. Then the scene changed and I saw a court room where a case was about to be tried. -Iudge Schwartzbangh opened court and in the first case I saw that Zelma Smith was the plaintiff. tSo Zelma was on the outs with somebody again: this was interesting.l lt seemed that Edwin Tippett had written a book entitled. How I Ran the Retina. with illustrations by George Barber. and Zelma. feeling some measure of credit due her. had sued him for damages. Mary Norton was counsel for tl1e defendant. and plead her cause so well that Zelma lost the case. The next case on the docket was that of Christinan-Richardson K Vo.. firm of shirtwaist manufacturers. vs. Hudephol-Mc-l'hie X Vo.. hardware merchants. The suit was conducted by Rabette l'heatt. Ralph Yvinslow was busy photographing tl1e principals in the case. while Vharles Kenuth and Ray .Xllen were reporting it for their respective newspapers. Before this case was concluded the court room slowly faded from view and there was another street. There was Herbert Tigges up to his old tricks. just entering a live-cent theatre. I soon heard shouts of Extra. Extra ! and I knew that the ball game was over. Then along came linnny Seubert. Nellie Schilling. Helen YYylie and Myrtle Yan de YYater. escorted by our obliging little friend. Blax Mcf'all, returning from the game. ln a stream of newcomers was Lawrence Teeple. the picture of a prosperous financier. He stopped in front of the Stock Exchange GS