Central High School - Brecky Yearbook (Washington, DC)

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ive Denies gfe Grave PAUL MCGILL '40 IS slim, frail body shook with gasping con- vulsions, as a hacking cough erupted from his thin-lipped mouth. He spat violently, a horrible mixture of tobacco juice, saliva, and blood, and swore at the cough' even while he bit from a plug of tobacco. His foul clothes hung loosely from his gaunt body. From within, his tired mother called to him. Come and get your supper, son. All right, maw. Maw, what we havin' to- night ? Mush, son, good fried mush. Gosh, maw, we had mush yesterday, and mush the day before, and- I know, son., but when you ain't got no money-- Her voice trailed off to a whisper. And with a son twenty-eight years old with no sense, not even the brains of an eight-year-old, what else is there ? She sobbed. Wash up good, son. T here's soap and a towel at the pump stand. A few minutes later he came in. Where yuh been today, son ? Huh? Oh, I been out in the field. Did you have a good time? What'd yuh do ? I had a good time, maw. I was ketchin' spiders. You know, the big yellow and black ones? I got a whole bag full and buried 'em. Were yuh down by the road ? Only for a little while, maw. She waited, before she spoke again, until he had finished eating and was leaningeback com- fortably in his chair. VVhat happened down at the road, son P Nothin'. A lady an' man stopped and asked how to git to Castleville. Gee, maw, she was pretty ! Is that all P Yes, maw, The sheriff was here today, son. Said a woman had been attacked and knocked uncon- lcious, and a man stabbed to death. Gee, maw, that's too bad. She handed him a piece of wood. Carve something for me, son. Tx: RIYIIW 11121 ,A I . ,Q -5.1 , A 13,9 ' V 4' 3 bvib - , .1 'P Q-,1I.g,417':Q,y-F, ',: t . - 'ii ,JI 'H' '. Ik' .1- .,bl,?.,,.Jf5.. Us r . - .'-2 .- 4- . . ., .4 i Q 11, ',-5QIg?.31',..ue: ,all wg: :fig Y-5,51-.',f5g, in -. G 5' I .71 0 . ' ' 1 'up L. 1 1416. ',f uf. 3 x 2,3- fax. 1 . , vifkfhlil-, lrllgui-5, 1.ZJSP'S ,ill if 129.7 J f f4k'ft' if t' . fiifx jjf 453 - L' mcl. f L -.U J., 3 ,Y 252 'XL' 1--.r :lf-QA AI.-,5,,1' .3,HgX A.-H 1. .L .gig 1. gg.. ' , tu IFJ: ,gf L 5 ' - , - pf, Vg .:..s aw-Q.-Q. 1 :.4 -ft .- t at st' -V ti 1-. lf' ii-if P, ' -ff'1':' , rf? ' -1-::ii LiIy 'ef f e f.-'fi Y:w3fi'fi'f3:f lif7: ,graft ..'- 11' ' 11' -A i 'fi' s.- f., --W' - , 4 ' .,,,e is T 1 . it, Q., i,,,f.5:a5,,z rf 155 F - ?,,n..:. 2 t.. SQA ,. I I. . A, vw . V,1,,,3 .,, ,' K1 I fd3f3,5?.fzf3ff3! f 5' nf 3'.3ifi3'F Mil ' :dvr--,L-i,,4' Lag! H 5 K i.,,.vii'f5.ti,,,,1,fi,., . ' .57-fi? 5.3 Va' , ab! v ,, 1l15'T'Z11i 21: 5 12e5iiir51 ' i is a- wa: :hli!LgC!f,,?2th'5J .' : gg, Q74 3 V jq , ' if. ' pf - 5 kfliey' ' A ' W 5 4 ' 1- '- ,ef15t,f5' . slit ? .-t1sifa?'55'Tf. -iff, 2 ,g t 4' f...g 1-'Y' 'raft ef-642 .. -1 1- Je -W - A -, H ' 2 15? lg, 3 ,.',t5'1r ' fiylfi- ..-1- .1 414-5 , R-,fi A l4,'7,,f.w we 5.355 ' 574 ff, U. VL, X - Y . .. ' I-a'-'-'A-'M ,,.:a-fs...--i-f gf? - C ' - fi .rw-. 1 - 5,9 e,a1rbs..+.,1gi-z.53g,71- - . e f . N w- 'i' 1717 ff. ' 5 ' ii ' ' , fs -at-'Q f 'erran t . ,'.'Dxis.m-,X , Tl - iibik ' 4 ' ,f. 143 iw 5, .f auf., 5. ,Q A, 1 1,-t . ff 5' . prep' :ff f inf' if . .1- ,- L-Q ff' 9 W' Sa' f iiitif 4- sifaf- 1 e'5.E2,5f- 'iii5 ,..'- 1' 4 V Aw Ure t,: ' '. :'- 51 .Q .9 '. -ff .-f -: --- 1 -', ,,1 Egg. .Hifi mrs, gf' ' fit: A, , ff ' .jeff -fu, tx ' ' :I ., 'Q-,-. 19-yi fi ' 'I f - f g. 'f 'A i- ,' 1 ' e 11 --Q Pixy- f-ren' n '-at 4 . 1.1:--gg Q vt stwglttf Q' ff- Ma'-453. mme .45 ff . , 1' .1 1 -Y I f 11' ' sux - -f ' Z-fri if at ' r V- ' es 'i:s:a4.,f'.. sift. wrzr. fttthg-1? :aus t 'gifs-ea wi-' A Q . ',,g'i'Fff1:--.f, s f Qi-vs.t1:i:f2:f ' 4 ' . J ' 3.- ,S ,.. 1-L c,.' rl?'!'l4?N?fs ' 7-Q 'kfiil' ', '!l 'qlajqig .Q 'fi - ,-:Q M-'Erni e' .6531-bye'-. 'iff I'gY'2BffT'?' . .' f - aff -- 'aa wr .tw w :H KJQ if 3-V 4, -af' ,af 2: i, ' U, ,- X., 5 1,5 '-Huis?-, K in 4 KN f H Q J,'i'3l5'f 1.-.w A3 '- :c' , .' VTQIIZY u.,-fljf. N LW f elseif-Lane' this8Siifzi5.?ts'?.Qsea.34sEi2sa.'SistfZfEfafass?siLrat' He pulled forth his knife and began to Whittle Your father left that knife for yuh, many years ago, before he died. What's them stains on the blade, son ? Maw, yuh won't tell nobody, will yuh, maw? I didn't mean to do it. I caught one of Tishby's chickens, an' he pecked me, an' then I stuck him, rnaw. I didn't mean to do it. I buried him in the field. Look, maw, here's a map I drew. This is my treasure. When I die, will yuh bury my treasure with me? Huh, maw ? Yes, son. She went to the cupboard and withdrew a small box pierced with several small holes. Here, son, here's a. big rat for you. Ee sprang from his chair with a squeal of de- lig t.

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How important it is, then, that this writing of the record of four years of high school life contain nothing that will condemn the student to a lower place or humbler task than is commensurate with his natural abilities! Too often the principal of a high school is compelled with regret to submit an inferior record to an inquiry, a record which he is sure will frustrate rather than help the former student. Too often the student, too late, finds that he has written his own 'death warrant' so far as a coveted posi- tion or college entrance is concerned. The 'it might have been' is bitter and irrevocable, but nothing can be done to mitigate the disaster. Too few students realize that from the time they enter Central High School they are writing a personal history which is recorded for future refer- ence. This record may be used in a transfer of credits to another high school: as a record for college entrance: or, as in the example given above, as reference in securing a position. Something may be done now, however, by those undergraduates who have yet a substantial part of their high school careers before them. And I am sure that each member of the Central High School faculty joins me in the wish that it might be written with fire in the consciousness of each under- graduate that he, in this respect, is today and each succeeding day THE MASTER OF HIS FATE. Centrafs Merry-Go Round is Waiting for you! Turn to page 19. Tn: Review E111

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Reach in, an' git him by the tail. He inserted his hand. A vicious hiss sounded as he quickly withdrew his arm. He bit me, maw! But I'll git 'im. He tried again, with like consequences. Sit down for awhile, son, and whittle some more. He returned to his seat. Five minutes he carved. Maw, I feel bad. An' look how big my arm is! Suddenly the knife clattered to the floor. He slumped forward in his chair. Dead. His mother dragged him to a cot in the other room, where she covered him over. She took the map, went into the field, and dug up the treasure of twelve spiders. The chicken she noted with some surprise. She returned to the house and put the spiders and chicken into a box. There was a knock at the door. She closed the bedroom door, went into the kitchen, and hastily put the dishes into a kettle. Come in. The door opened. The sheriff and two men entered. Howdy, Miz Clemens. Where's Harold? Hello, sheriff. I'm jist cleanin' up. Harold ain't come in yet. Wal, drawled the sheriff with his thumbs tucked under his belt, jus' thought it'd relieve yuh if I dropped in and tole yuh we caught the fellow wot did the killin'. She started, dropping a dish from her hand. Smiling, the sheriff beckoned to his two com- panions, and they all withdrew. Immediately she burst into tears, then went to the bedroom, where she knelt beside her son and cried till exhausted. Dragging herself into the kitchen, she took down the box and opened the lid. The ugly features of a copperhead sprang forth. She uttered a stifled cry and thrust her hand amongst the coils of the serpent's body. aim BETTY BOND '40 Hove you ever thought, On a rainy day, What a diference there is in rains! S o1ne rains are dark and gloomy, Others are soft and gray. Cold autumn rains are saddeningg Warm April showers are gay. Can't you tell when a rain is friendly! I can, right away. Tun Rmvrxw l13l