Central High School - Centralian Yearbook (Kansas City, MO)

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Tbt Seniors Just to think that we were once freshmen! The thought almost makes us hide our faces in shame, for we naturally think of the present freshmen and unconsciously put ourselves in their places. Thus we do ourselves a wrong. e were never such specimens as are the dirty little urchins we now see playing marbles in the halls and fighting over whether one yelled “vence” before the other shot. No, we had outgrown the nursing age and had reached the time iu life when young people make up their minds to accomplish something in the world. The teachers marveled at our brillancy and sterling worth, and predicted that we should be the grandest, most wonderful class ever graduated from Old Central. They were supremely happy to think that at last, they would be able to see some results from their unceasing labor. They finally grew so enthuiastic that they began to have us come back in the afternoons for a little social chat. But we soon saw that it was merely the benefit they derived from us that caused this attention on their part, and since we were not in school for the purpose of instructing our teachers we soon grew lax in our attendance at these little meetings which undoubtedly would have ended naturally, but school let out about this time so that the teachers were enabled to seek instructions elsewhere. Besides we were no longer Freshmen. The next year the greater part of us were Sophomores, and thus we had a chance to change our teachers and begin anew our valuable instructions, which we carried on very successfully for the whole year, so that in the spring we had the teachers fairly capable of teaching the Freshmen who were soon to come from the Ward schools. The next year we were Juniors. Now we had reached the place where the Senior looked very kindly on us in hopes we would give them a party and the Sophomores offered us daily prayers to save them our prose translations and ponies, and the teachers (thanks to our persistant training) had grown to be rather instructive to us and valuable to the school. It was during this year that we really worked and accomplished something. But now we are Seniors, supreme, grand, shining, dazzling stars, unequaled in the years past and admirable models for future classes to pattern after. The task of describing us to the public is too great. I fail for lack of words to express our grandeur.

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Senior and junior Officers SENIOR OFFICERS Pres., Leon A. Sear I V. Pres., J. Frederick Green Sec Olive Richardson Trea ., Alfred Seddon Sergeant-at-Arms, McClain Alexander Class Historian, Justine Mann Class Prophet, Ruth Mosher rUNIOR OFFICERS Pres., Will Hogsett V. President, Julia Freeman Secretary, Edgar Lovejoy Treasurer, Frank Downing Sargeant-at-Arms, Nellie Carkner —1«—

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Cbe 3un'ors- The task of a historian is under no circumstances an easy one. It is then with particular hesitancy that we enter upon the history of the unsurpassed, unrivaled Class of 1901. Frcm the very first this class has been recogonized to be the eighth wonder of the world. On the day of its first enrollment Mr. White was taken with an epeleptic fit, Miss Archer was overcome with histerics and Prof. Coll—we have it on the authority of the present senior class—was heard to groan that night in his sleep. These deep and portentous omens have been bom out by the unusual success of the class. Among our successes are the facts that we are neither seniors nor sophomores, that we possess neither an unshaven Field nor a kingly Morrow. The first year of our existence has an unparalled record in the history of the school. Grim professors and staid school marms opened their eyes in amasement at our brilliancy. So far did we surpass the piteous brain bursting efforts of sophomores to be bright that it was predicted we would graduate before they did. This prophecy might have proved true if it had not been for trickery on the part of the class of 1900. These inhuman monsters one night waylaid and by skillful surgical process took out all our brains thus leaving us to begin again in knowledge’s thorny path. -18-