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

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MISSfsBlCKNER MR. WEI.LS. MISSiSTEVENS. MR I.OCK RIDGE. MISS EAL. Officers Sophomore Class. President, Mr. Tom Orr, Vice-President, Miss Mary Neal, Treasurer, Miss Aileen Stevens, Sergeant, Mr. Ed Lockridge. Secretary, Miss Madge Buckner, Critic, Mr. Earl Wells. 24—

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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.

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To the inquisitive person who had the nerve to question the importance of the Sophomores, we would like to say that we are quietly sawing: wood and, like the tar baby, “jes keepin’ on sayin’ nuffin.” Among: other things the class of ’03 is noted for the beauty of its g-irls, and if anyone entertains any doubt on the subject, if he will observe the grace and dispatch with which the swell-headed juniors and the haughty seniors eat humble pie before the dainty little sophomore maids, there will not be a shadow of a question that our judgment is correct. While the other classes are telling how good they think they are, we just keep working on and take the honors the school insists on showering upon us, as modestly as the horrible example of the class of 01 will permit. The 8o|)homore . When we informed the faculty that we would allow them to assist us in running the school, like the Irishman on horseback, when the horse put his hind foot in the stirrup, they said, “If you're going to get on, I’ll get off.” But we decided to wait a year be- fore assuming complete control, and in gratitude the faculty is planning to have the recitation rooms of the class of '03 veneered in rosewood and mahogany; upholstered in satin and draped with rare point lace. Butlers in full livery will serve fancy drinks from a sumptuously appointed fountain, in fact any luxury will be procured, absolutely regardless of cost, if it will in any way contribute to the comfort of this, the absolutely greatest aggregation of geniuses ever brought together in one class.