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

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TRIALS 'TRIJILJ' .HND 'TRIBULJITIONJ' OF 'THE BUJI: NEJJ' MANAGER f MEMBER of the business staff of a paper must have some wonderful traits. He must be an able Had writer, and explain fully the merits of the latest Parisian creation in hats if necessary. Yes, he has to learn to promise all kinds of things, whether he intends to do so or not. In fact, at the end of a year he ought to have promised to get half a dozen hats or so for each member of the family, a suit of clothes from every tailor in town, a couple of hundred books, and, incidentally, an automobile or so. Of course, he must have the ability to beat down prices like the rag-man, and at the same time have the persuasive voice of an agent selling com- plexion compounds. He must be a natural-born scrapper, and know how to get out of places before assistance becomes necessary, and acquire the a.rt -of landing right-side-up in case it is used. Then he ought to be able to smile under all circumstances, even when he knows people are passing counterfeit money on him, as he probably will have to do the same act in a few minutes. No, that doesn't hurt his conscience at all. In fact, he hasn't any. He has probably been telling the same whack so long that he believes it himself now, so there you are! 'TRLHLJ' OF .H LITERARY EDITOR School, alas, is nearly over! These few months in your service, fellow students, have taught us almost every- thing essential to making a good start in life. We have learned that disappointment must be borne with patience and fortitude-that it is wisdom to look for the best in everything. Wlith a consciousness of duty done, we feel that time will bring us the sympathy we crave from' future Literary Editors. There is no possible form o-f proposing marriage. whether in the best parlor, under the flowering trees of spring beside the babbling brook, in a quiet corner of the ball room, or out on the prairie after a terrible railroad wreck, which the love stories we have read do not set forth. Modes of acceptance are also very often suggested. Un- fortunately wc have not learned how to refuse, as they never do that in Central students love Stories, -ilk Ld 1 We have not space to mention how much knowledge of detective work we have acquired, or the thrilling tales of this order we have enjoyed. So you may realize with how great regret we give up our keys, and with how great gratitude for so much aid and forbearance, we bid you Good bye. TRIALS OF .H LOC.HL EDITOR First Girl: Girls, do you know where Harry S. is? Helen E. and Mabelle N., Cexcitedlyj : Yes, indeed, we do. U Long and hard did I gaze at the innocent little paper which bore the above hilarious joke. As it lay on my desk, staring, a wandering breeze filtered through a scant inch of open window, and the slip, floated gently from my sight. I heard it flap harmlessly against the side of a certain wicker basket, and I knew that another local had found its last resting place-so far as I was concerned. Yes, it is hard to believe it, but this contribution was intended for such, as it bore the single word local across its back in a large bold hand. Evidently the writer thought it was good. Evidently, I did not. So I reached once more into the dusty depths of the LUMINARY box, and rescued ia small but fat envelope. Of its contents, two squibs were finally selected for publica- tion. I counted the words in the usual way, then back- wards, sideways, and next by commencing in the middle and counting toward both ends. Satisfied with their eligibility to the third, fourth and fifth lines from the bottom of page forty-six, I heaved a sigh and leaned back in the easy C23 chair. ,The after- noon was hot, the clutch of spring-fever was upon me and I was tired, so I began to close my eyes. Before I had finished, however, the chair stumbled and fell over back- wards. Not wishing to appear contrary, I did likewise. With some deliberation I arose, and lest the table should kick at me, I hoisted myself-with equal delibera- tion-into the window sill. To -say the least, I was in- tolerably drowsy. Moreover, I was going to satisfy that feeling. So I propped a bundle of exchanges under my head with intention of taking a nap. And this is precisely what I did,