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

Page 24 text:

“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.

Page 23 text:

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.

Page 25 text:

“THE. RYDER’S TALE OF Across the halle we herde a buzzinge noise. As merits of a peepe, yet notte annoys. Sir Ayers was fashioning a monstrous boatc Swich either on the air or sea niightc tloate. Sir Wright wcr not righte fattc and undertake But looked som fragil like he niightie breake. Then passinge on. more workke to inspcctc To Lady Rosenberger wente directe. The wimpel about her necke ful scmely wcr To lookke trim the muchc she wolde prefer. And I-ady Whipple, eyen greyc as glas In neatness too was striving to surpassc. Next Lady Crowe, whose sympathies arous If that she sawe a creatur as a inous Caught inne a trappe, if it did kick or squirnime; In other roomc ther was a Knightc preside Longe was his goune with sleeves moste short and wyde In yon great hand he bar a niightie rood Twas brave Sir Nowline on him never trod! Then Greeke we herde. with Ladv Morey who Wor goune of blaeke as did Sir Lnhy too; This Knight was studentc well as epicure 'Twixt cheese and chess his time divided wcr. I' passing on, the Lady Foxe we mette Instructing to the use of epithet Then Lady Voorhcc:—leeching all by note Wei coude she singe and plcyen on a rote. From cross the halle beemed Lady Crowder’s face And Sir de Mare, artist to His Grace: Nowhere so busy a man as he thernas. And yet he seemed busier than he was. Aboute the sunne. an’ moone, an' stars Sir Graves Coude satisfy what e’er that one niightc crave; Righte close he seemed with youngc Sir Bonnificlde; Withe drop of bloode ther friendship true wcr sealed— The latter strongc was as a champioun; lie knewe the tavernes wel in everie tonne Sir White was one whose speech wer wel to quote For everie statnt coude he pleyn by rote. The Ladyes Wolfson, Magcrle, and Ware. Fluhart, Morgan, Curtis—all wer ther. Much wolde they rather hav to looken thrugh Ful twentie bookies clad in red or bln Of Aristotle and his philosophic Than robes rich or fithele or gave sautrye Sir Dillenbcck enthroned upon the floore Wer teachinge al that makes the orator. The public speakeres he dcvclopt there Shoude cause the worlde to stoppe a bit and stare. Ladyc Steele hade latoun cross with stones And in a glas she hadde pigges bones. Sir Templin was a man of even lengthe And wonderly delivere and greet of strengthe. While Sir Bennett had not so tallen growe Though cpiik he was. and chirped as a sparowe. Sir Wallace borne him wel in little space In hope to standin’ in his lady’s grace. Sir Hernandez wer Knight of late appointe: CENTRAL SCOLL” Continued He was a lordc ful fat and in goode pointc. Ilis cyen steppe and rollinge in his heedc That stented as a fourneys of a leed. N’exte Ladye Creager itt a balconie Wer teachen French to classc of two or thre. In felowship wel coudc she laugh and carpc; The Lady Burrill wer ther to as sharpe. For remedies of Love she knew perchaunce That she pleyed in that arte the olde daunce. Ladye Denny watched o’er squires asleep ; Wel coude she carie a morsel and wel kepe; She let no morsel from her lippes fa lie— I'or ther was nought to speake in Study-halle. Next to Sir Hamilton in “gym we strape; He made his tnanhoode mightier daye by daye. Ami by his syde wer Lady Rlatchley place To teachen laydes yottnge to walk with grace. Rut now we nearen to our journie’s ende And many flights of stair we hav desccnde. Into a mightier room our course we steer; The records of the castle wer kepe ther: A Ladye Shanklin hade this charge in hande; A bettre one was nowhere in the landc. Singingc she wer or flotinge al the daye: She wer as brighte as is the monthe of Maye. Ther also was a manly personage I)e Maurie Thurmond, acting as a page. While talkinge here of things which ’fore had gone Into the roonic ther came the Lady Strauchon. Her manner charming and 1 founde that she Was brinuningc with originalitc. Before I left I met the Lady Wheeler, She wer a verray partit praktisour; She knew the cause of everich maladve, Wer it of hoot, or cold, or moyste, or drye. With sun righte overheed, a bell wer run 'I'he castle’s lessons for that daye wer done; Still lingcringe. 1 watched Sir Coll, a wee () inightic midst the meats and drinks was he! He fed them al with safety and despatch; For quickness I have never seen his match. In pointe of fact this schoolc wer wondrous neet It never coude hav been the more complect. With tyme curtailed 1 bade farcwcl to al And hastened Domo on beyonde their wall. 'I'he daye was old and dimme, the sun wer down Behind yon western slopes so sear and brown: Upon another meltinge cloude it shonne In ever shiftinge shades of crimson tonne. Old Domo bore me on as oft afore New wonders lay before us to explore; Tho out of sighte. yet never out of minde. The castle bolde lay many miles behinde,— And thus I shall recall it to the last With sweet old recollections of the past: The memory of days my youth have cost— Those days now gone forever, but not lost.