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

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AN ODE IN Central, now there is a man Of great renown; beloved is lie! Its tow’ring spires from far and wide. This wondrous school he first began And nourished it. ’till now you see And troops of youths in knowledge’s path I'our from its doors to every side. Of this great town. Full many years he labored long And helped him up steep learning's way. W ho then was weak, but now is strong. Who oft returns with joy to-day To thank this one and loud proclaim In our assembly hall, the love yet fear, lie once did find in the fond name Of Doctor White. I hit we who, late have learned how glad I le was his aid to lend. Do wander through dark Vergil, sad. Unguided by his able hand. We hope that he will soon return To lead us o’er the misty course ( f lost Aeneas, whose heart did burn With Dido's love.

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E. C. Whitk, Vick-Principal. “The hoary head is a crown of plory, if it be found in the way of righteousness.

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“THE RYDER’S TALE OF CENTRAL SCOLE” The dayc was old and dimme; the sun wcr down Behind the western slopes so sear and brown; In azure skyc upon a meltinge cloude it shonne With ever shiftinge shades of purple tonne Full many a mile I’d passed since dawn that daye And still 1 found myself upon my wave When front, upon a monstrous rokke ther stoode. A castle wondros greet and wondros goode. Olde Domo's limbs wolde bear me ther, 1 knewe. And so 1 urged him on without ado. With haltingc steppe we drew up to the gate Where stoode a warden bolde in armoured state— “Goode wardene. 1 addressed him. can you say Where is a place that 1 this nighte coude stay?” If thou canst find no bettre lodge” quoth he, Thou’rt welcome to our castle for a wee'. Ah. thanks, brave manne, I said; “tis goode as done. So thrugh the gate we sauntered, one and one. This wardene was a sclendre colerik man His herd was shave as ny as ever he can; Ful longe was he of legges and fill lene. In fact a taller man 1 ne’er have seene. lie called his name as Bob —he guarded hall— The Wardene—chief, he said, was one Sir Coll. Bobbe showed me to my lodginge for the nighte Provided comforts, and was moste polite. But of my reste.—’twas good, 1 woke afreshed. The air was crispe, the daye was deer and bright; Right early in the morne Bobbe cam to me And toldc therto a bit of historic. The castle, he explained, was crackked and olde. But none the lesse for that twas still as bolde As in the days of yore, when brave Sir White Defended Centrale’s colors, bve his might. But nowe the Earl of Penneshire, Sir Cammack Was ruler of the fortresse. and the crakke Of musketrye no more was herd to falle And echo thrugh the corridors and hallc. At eight o'clock the gates wer opened wyde And thrugh these portals flowed a human tyde Of s(|uires and lancers bearing standardes blue With many noble ladyes followinge too. The minutes passed and stille the column came Until a half an hour, when it did wane; Then tinkling of bells,—I wolde swear by it All suddenly the halls wer stille and quiet. Sir Coll then kindly offered me to showe The castle’s each departmente. and 1 trowe The five and fifty years thrugh life I’ve been. Yet curiouser a sight I’d never seen. Ful fifty Knights and ladyes did 1 fynde Instructing others to a greeter mynde. Of these, the first we sawe was good Sir White Who talked and thot in Latin day and nyghte. A manly man, to been an abbot able (With Apologies. Rich a an E. Wii.es, ) ’06. Though many a pony had he in his stable. Sir Blocker, too. was haply by his syde For Knights likke he wcr scarce, both far and wyde. Sir Touton was ther next—of him bewarre He was short-sholdred. brood, a thikke knarre, At wrestling he wolde have alway the ram; So quikkc we hurried on, until we cam Into a room adowne the mouldie lialles Which hadde curious figures on the walles. Sir Happie Holmes stood ther beside a horde And on defenseless ears his jokes he pored. Of German language now we tooke our lille With Lady von Unwerth,—I reckon stille How we wcr entering another celle When, from its depthes, ther rose a dreadful snielle. This classe, saved they, was one in chemist rye The Master-Knight was trying thenne to see If sheeps’-skin woldde burn in hydrogen— Sir Peters was a sage ainonge all men. Of study tooke he moste care and moste heade And no worde spakkc he more than ther was neade: Though he wer workingc, Lewis was awake The Knight who helped him mighty smells to make; — His handes wer ful of glasses drippinge wette. And sleepilie he looked upon us yette. We passed into another roomnu stille Wher sat one mor Sir Lewis, yclept Bill. Right wel he loved reverie and art: He played the Knight's game of the lonelic hertc. So mournful lookked he. we soute room eight An’ found Sir Smithe instructing a debate. His beste efforts gave he to the younge To make one’s Englishe sweet upon Ins tongue. Across the hallc Sir Gordon dealte in Greeke ; They tolde me English he no mor wolde speake. The Lady Steinberg next we wente to see She wer quite partit. too. in algebrye; Across the hallc Sir Douglass dwelt aparte God loved he beste with all his hole herte. Discrette was he and of greet reverence: All lov’d him wel. and gave him confidence: To I.ady Bain we wente.- suchc heavie worke Her classe wer doing—strugglinge withe Burke. The next we sawe wer Lady Buck, and she Thought much of birth, but more of courtesie; In roome thirteen the Madame Clarke we foundc Whose excellence in Frcnche was far renounede Awhile with Lady Adams we tooke stande And then we wente to Lady Harriman. This thingc we noticed: be ye sage or dunce She spake her thots and drov them home at once. In pointe of place, we conmie to Sir Rushe. He was a man who likened notte to gushe; A fewe termes hadde he. two or three. That lie had lerned out of some decree.