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

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JUNIOR OFFICERS. Howard Hudson, Gift Receiver. .Victim M. Barr. Secretary. Hyden Baton, SerK ant at Arms Madce Topping Treasurer. Will Scarrltt. President. Hula Hay., Vice President.

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SENIORS. “We who are about to die, salute you.” Diet Yes, eveu so. We must die, although the world may never see our like again— must perish off the face of the earth. Never more will the sun shine down upon our radiance more dazzling than its own. Never rao— shall we move, majestic, through the halls of old Central, a source of awe and reverence to the timid Freshies, a vexation and an annoyance to the important Sophomores, whose brassy arrogance was shamed by our sterling merit, an example to studious and admiring Juniors, a joy to our teachers and a terror to Mr. Coll. Never more. Cone are those joyous days, and our fate is close upon us. On Commencement Day will the awful consummation of our destiny arrive. We whisper it to you lest the shock of our sudden destruction be too great for your loving hearts to bear. The cause of this dire misfortune to the human race is one which you have never suspected. Dike a thunderbolt from n clear sky it falls upon you. We fain would mitigate the pain it must cause and yet the dreadful truth mast be told. The Seniors have become afflicted with a strange enlargement of the cranium. It is growing rapidly worse and worse, and such is the amazing speed of the fatal march of this malady that by graduation day our skulls will no longer be able to contain the brains that are endeavoring to fill the universe, and they will burst, leaving their contents to be diffused through the ether. Thas will be quenched the light of Central, nay. even of the whole world. Dear friends, bear it calmly. And yet we cannot blame you for those tears. It is fitting that you should weep. Central, lift up thy gates in lamentation. Let the sound of thy wailing he heard in the land. For whom thou shalt cry aloud in anguish. “Where are my darlings, the delight of my heart, the pride of ray soul?” The answer will come back to thee from the depths of thy desolate halls, “Gone—gone—gone. ’ ’

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JUNIORS. Well, here we ere! After being compelled to hide our shining light, not under one bushel, but two or three. for one year—we have come forth in all our glory, all the more brilliant for our rest. As Freshmen we astonished everyone. We did everything so well. We were three times more green than any other “Freshies.” As Sophomores we kept so quiet that they even forgot to put us in fiiB Annual. And now. now, we have blossomed forth full-fledged Juniors. Hut no one is surprised at our brilliancy. They all say, even the faculty, “We knew it.” Now this seems conceited, does it n t I Well, you know that there is only one time when conceit is the least bit pardonable, and that is when you have something to be conceited about, and, if you don’t believe we deserve all this praise, look at us. Notice how the Freshies, the Sophs, and even the Seniors pay homage to us. Of course, the Seniors try to make you believe that we are nobody, just because the teachers like us so well that they request us as a special favor to stay two weeks longer. Ha! Ha! Why, everyone can see through that. It is nothing but “sour grapes.” Poor Seniors! They are mad because the teachers are so anxious to get rid of tjiem two weeks ahead of time. So. ye people of Central, follow us. lu our illustrious footsteps there Is fame and fortune—that is, a few crumbs that we do not eair for. Watch us! And when we sit upon the stage as graduates, you will hear a murmur arise from the admiring crowd, “What brilliancy! and magnificence!” and happiness will reign for, ”A thing of beauty is a jov forever.’ A. M. Barr, ’04.