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

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 STATEMENT OF THE BUSINESS DEPARTMENT OF THE LUMINARY (k November Receipts: Advertising Pinkerton Dietrich Patterson Mr. Holmes 4.00 Balance from Staff of 1904-05 $60. (X) 12.13 Luminary Sales 49.15 Total $121.28 Expenditures: Engraving, Printing, etc HI. 87 Outstanding accounts 10.00 Balance 129.41 December Rkckipts:- Advertising Dietrich $20.00 Patterson 18.00 Pinkerton 12.00 Luminary Sales $50.00 52 70 Balance from November 29.41 Total $132 11 Expenditures- Printing, Engraving 91.92 $41.19 January K kc ki PTS: Ad vert i s i ng Patterson $25.50 Dietrich 18.00 Pinkerton 2.00 Luminary Sales $45.50 Balance from December 41.19 Total $132.59 Expenditures Engraving, Printing, etc 81.67 Balance $48.92 F ebruary Rkckipts:—Advertising Dietrich $16 00 Pinkerton 7 oo Patterson 24.50 Luminary Sales $47.50 43.45 Cash in Bank 48 92 Total $139 87 Expenditures Printing, etc 80.60 $59 27 March R EC Ki prs: — Advert i s i ng Patterson $30.5o Dietrich 29 50 Pinkerton 10.00 Balance from February $70.00 59.27 Luminary Sales 40 55 Total $169 H2 Expenditures Printing and Engraving 80.55 Balance $89.27 April R EC ki pts : - Advertisi ng Patterson $40.00 Dietrich .. 20 Of) Pinkerton 14.00 Luminary Sales 876 00 40 10 Balance from Last Month 89.27 Total $205.27 Expenditures— Printing, etc. 84 78 Balance for the year $120.49

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EDITORIAL - Continued complished things during the year. Besides the very impor-tant fact that she has greatly enlarged the school library, an examination of her diary will discover to the interested researcher records of many entertainments and many class contests of various kinds which indubitably establish the fact that she has been up and doing in domestic life. While a considerable number of noted men have addressed our assemblies, the student body as a whole has probably been most pleasurably impressed by the various manifestations of home talent. Again, out of the large field covered by the efforts, histrionic and oratorical, of the representatives of the various societies and departments, we believe the school would select the Christmas play by acclamation as having been the most spirited entertainment of the year. Next to it. the society programs have been viewed with the greatest interest. Besides these, the school has enjoyed performances giving very complete representation to the foreign language departments. Passing to athletics, we find Central to have passed through many experiences productive of an honest pride. She has won the foot ball championship of the State; her basket ball team can show a most creditable record: the girls’ basket ball team has done good work: the track team has upheld its record well, both in the Convention Hall invitation meet and in the Lawrence meet. They captured nearly everything portable in the way of trophies. Certainly our new trophy case has been enabled to assume the proportions of a “treasure-chest” quite as much through the exertions of the athletes of 1905-06 as through those of the maiorcs. But, as in literary debating work there have been many beneficial results obtained from the programs and contests within our home bounds, so in athletics we have had an inter-class meet of more than cursory importance. Such a meet is calculated to perform a function attempted bv nothing else in Central’s life, namely, the arousing of spirit in each class as a unit. The existence of this interest of individual classes prevents any stagnation of school spirit, and keeps enthusiasm at such a tension that it is ready to manifest itself without the necessity of urging, at times when it will do the most good. All in all, the year just lived through has been crowded with noteworthy events. Although it has seen the completion of some changes, it has yet been one of unified effort on the part of the students and faculty. This absence of any friction has enabled all to devote their undivided energies to the good of the school. The results have indeed been gratify-ing. Further, in naming over all the good things we have enjoyed and admired, it is but fair to designate that portion of the school’s population to whom the credit is due. We trust the Senior class is not too modest to receive with suitable composure a word of deserved praise, for it undoubtedly has done as much to contribute to the school's reputation without, and to enliven her life within, as any body of graduates she has yet produced. On the other hand. Central has been the pasture in which the Seniors have thus disported themselves. Thus there is every reason for the tenderest reciprocal sentiments to be held between the class of ’06 and our grand old school. Some would tell us that the affection we entertain towards this, our secondary school, will soon be supplanted by a more mature adoration, the zealous loyalty paid to a college Alma Mater. With those of ’06 however, one fact has acquired so powerful a significance as to stand a truth as well-founded as the greatness of the school itself: no member of this class, it matters not to what heights his contemplation of any college may threaten to raise his tributes, will ever forget that an image of our Central, and of her alone, must ever respond to the callings of memory when he hears the words, “My first love.”

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THE- SIMPLE LIFE You awake with eyes just closed in sleep A period of four hours or less; Then seize your watch, and in it peep, And see six minutes and a half to dress. Now devour in gulps your breakfast hot. With eyes glued to your English Lit. Then chase the car with gloomy thought. And open your book as down you sit— You have this ride for the “children’s hour,” The only time you may reserve For your child-like studies one and four: Then hustle to school, and brace your nerve To kneel before your teacher’s kind And beg their pictures for this book. You feel they somehow have divined Your wish to use instead—a look. Then thumps the bell—you’ve plead in vain. Your wish to ‘make the book complete;” You sprint the hall with might and main. Yet reach your room just twelve feet late. Through all five hours you wildly scramble; Between each two you work the 'phone. So far this joyful, trance-like ramble Depicts the morning’s play alone. ADS AND They say Old Job was freighted with a whole box-car of care; That the drug-stores kept no liniment, in patience did he bear. His wife she pressed for Faster hats, the girls had matinee fads: But Job can’t fill a bob-tailed flush. When it comes to gettin’ “ads!’’ There are seventeen stenographers, before the manager’s door. With fourteen sub-department clerks, and travelingmcn a score. “Can’t give you anything this month.” with funeral visage sad. He’s turned you down! Then on your knees, you Beg him for an ad!” Lunch, as a word, conveys no meaning. Your duty is to “stand and wait” Until you sort and count the gleaning Of stulY that’s come, although ’tis late. The photographer’s shop is visited now. Then back to school with nineteen proofs; The engraver is only a mile or so— To go there now is what behooves. Your calling list holds the printer’s name; So drop around, and ask results— As the rest weren’t ready—he’s the same, Unmoved by coaxing or insults. School-ward wend your blithesome way. And ’spite of noise you sit you down. And get to work without dclav : But tall weeds grow where thoughts you’ve sown. To home now soon you rush for supper: A blessed respite from all gloom. Then climb the stairs to regions upper, And grind away within your room. It may be one, it may he two, W hen the Sand Man comes to close the strife. And you to him in sleep construe The beauties of the Simple 1 ife. C. C. B. FANCIES “One thousand copies—space the cheapest—big high school, vou cry, Best homes in Kansas City reached—each pupil there does buy!” “We’ve cut out all of that this month.” he says—he s lying had. For in the other fellow's paper, You have seen his dinky “ad! So Job, old bov. I’ve come along; I’m sorry to displace you. You’ve four-flushed on us all so long. I hate now to disgrace you. But when it comes to patience, and never getting mad. You’re just a brush-league novice—why, You never got an “ad!” E. W. P.