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

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MISS DANIELS. MISS KIRK. MISS McMILLKN. MR. LAWLOR. MR. McPHERRIN. MR.VflKFP. MR. TAYLOR. Officers junior Class. President, Mr. Woodford Taylor, Secretary, Miss Bessie Daniels, Critic, Mr. Paul Neff, Vice-President, Miss Mary McMillen, Treasurer, Mr. Christopher Lawlor, Sergeant-at-Arms, Miss Daisy Kirk, Senior Gift Receiver, Mr. Howard McPherrin. —22—

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The Seniors, When one stands on the 4 shore of a mighty sea there comes a feeling that these vast tossing waters are the creation of a being infinitely higher than ourselves. Standing at the base of the Rockies, boundless in extent, magnificent in their grandeur, one realizes perhaps for the first time, what a pigmy is man. When one contemplates the class of 1901, perfect in all its rounded beauty, limitless in its possibilities, he sinks in the dust, trembling and afraid. The class of ’01 leaves behind it a record radiantly brilliant. In fact its beloved teachers are all suffering from weak eyes, caused by constantly facing such bright and shining lights. “Father Time” recognizing its stupendous prodigity, has shown hisapprec-iation by creating for its special benefit a new century, knowing that the care of its infant purity and innocence will demand well trained minds and the example of perfect manners. When the class of 1901, exulting in the rosy Hush of youth, walks forth into the garden of life, amidst the twittering of the little birds and the gentle sigli-ings of the morning breezes, the lilies will raise their pure, heavenly features, and murmur softly, “It is mine,” and the dainty violets will lift their blushing, angelic faces and cry, “No! we saw it first.” —21—

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The Ji It is useless I suppose, to try to explain to the school what a monstrous, whooping big, learned, cultured, tremendously fine class the Junior class of 1901 is. The very name of us sounds big. Ever3rone, of course, has heard of us with the exception, perhaps, of that benighted collection of ignoramuses, the Freshman class. Why, our very entrance into the school as Freshmen marked the beginning of a new epoch in the life of Central. Teachers marveled; janitors resigned their positions; Mr. Coll failed to read the morning paper during school hours; Blodgett got a shave; the moon grew dark; the sun rose and set, and several such unusual things happened when we became members of this school. We do not number among our members any orators, such as the mighty Barnett; or vocalists, such miors. as J. Roj Ellis of “Zulu Babe’ fame; or actors or playwrights, such as His Nits, Will Hogsett; or again, such freaks of natural history as Roscoe Fairbanks Potts. We are composed of boys and girls of ability. Why, anybody will tell you that,—who don’t know us. We are prime favorites with our teachers; they gave us all “m” on our cards,— (m you know, stands for magnificent or magnanimous or some such word). We can always tell that they appreciate us when they ask us to come back and see them in the afternoon. Why they even go so far as to get mad, if we are not there promptly at two o’clock! Now wouldn’t that make you hurry? Of course, we do not like to brag, but then, confidentially, we really think that we are the warmest things that ever hit this school. Now we wouldn’t want that told around for fear people would think we were conceited, but just wait till next year, and if you want to see the most brilliant class that ever graduated from this school, just turn your eye on us.