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

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'THE SENIOR! 4' ' Behold the class of 1905 is at its apotheosi-sl A few short months ago, its members were unknown and un- noticed among the common throng. A few months hence they will be buried and forgotten in the oblivion to which former classes have been ruthlessly consigned. There is noth- ing deader than a dead class. While ' f it may point with pride to a. few prosperous soap manufacturers or successful aldermtan who return at intervals to tell from the platform, '4The debt they can never pay their alma mater,- the great majority sink into that unremarked obscurity, where high-souled youths instead of purifying politics, pursue the immortal dollar, and erstwhile maiden graduates, in obliterating those records which prove them full-fledged worlding away back in 'o-blank, forget that woman's mission is to uplift the morals of the universe. But to-day, we, standing in the lime-light of publicity, are somewhat self-conscious, highly embarrass-ed, but withal supremely important, and mightily puffed up with pride. Like the butterfly, from homely immobility, we have soared into the full view of admiring underclassmen. Like the butterfly we forget that our day of perfect happi- . 3 g? we L I 'I W! f'1'Q7v 'A ,r1fvl 'fy will u IW 7 f lt f ness will be brief, our splendor forgotten, with the advent of other butterflies. . It -is a source of grief to us that instead of leaving Hfoot-prints on the sands of time, we will leave on the walls of Central a picture before which future classes -will gape, wondering more at the monstrosities of hair-dress- ing and antique fashions in clothes, than moved by the record of our fame or the intellectuality of our bearing. We fear us much that curiosity, not admiration, will attract these classes to us. A quickly dismissed foreboding whispers that the size of the girls' pompadours not the conquest 'of scholarships or medals will focus their pitiless attention on us, that strangely shaped collars and stranger ties will be more potent than forgotten athletic laurels in drawing notice to the boys. Our one fond hope is that absorbed in the fascinations of the plumber, the ice man and the cook, we may bury our humiliation in thoughts of happier and more honored days. At a time like this all the poetic sentiments of former classes filter through our minds, and with tears in our eyes at the thought of past pleasures and bills yet to come, we devoutly reiterate the motto of the class of '05: lf you can't get a dollar take fifty cents. LILY BELLE NEAL.

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1 POJT GRAD UJITEJ' M E M B E R S Mai-garet Casey, Acklin Graham, Mabel Ditzler, Florence Bellemere, Lena Ackerrmin, Florence Hackett, Elsie Martin, Grace Embry, Myrtle XVolf, Agnes Sullivan, Elizabeth Piper, Elinore Canny, Louise Norton, Doris Comstock, Helen xVlLf'lSXV1H'l,ll, Annette Benz,