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

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JUNIOR OFFICERS.

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WE JUNIORS! Bertha Teasdale. OW often—how very often—have we heard that old, familiar adage, “Every little dog must have his day,” applied to the Junior classes as, at each passing of the mighty Seniors, they have risen from three dreary years of enforced obscurity, to the long-coveted seat of honor—to the rank of “next year’s Seniors.” And how applicable has it been! For each respective class, from its entrance as wee “Freshies, has struggled up and up, valiantly overcoming obstacles in the “Rocky road, until, at the end of the third year, it has at last reached its goal, and, glorious in victory, brought itself before the school and demanded due notice. Such has been the precedent; but wc have come to change it all! No! No! We do not come now to demand your notice and your respect, for—and we are all unpretentious in saying it—we have, for almost three years, been the glad possessors of your esteem. It is true, we have had hard places to pass and obstacles to overcome, as have our predecessors, but it was the very strength, and skill, and determination that we evinced in these straights which caused Old Central to open her eyes to the fact that the future class of '07 was one which would bring honor to her name. So it has and will more than once again. We are not too proud to deign to look back on the year —now long past—when wc were Freshmen; and we aye happy to recall that, so soon did we learn that the wire cage was not an elevator, that we must not drink out of those mysterious red buckets, and that slate-rags and pencil-boxes were out of style, that the august local editors of “The Ij minary” were obliged to offer rewards for jokes on the “Freshies.” Our accomplishments in our studies were equally rapid, and by the middle of the year the entire faculty proclaimed us to be an exceptionally “all-around good class.” Such was our beginning; in proportion has been our advance. As Sophomores, many of our class became members of literary societies and. in the worthy work of these organizations, added new honors to our rapidly increasing list. Now that you know something of our past successes, you can very readily understand why, at the end of this, our third successful year, we are able to advise you, dear Freshies, to follow carefully our well-given examples: you. poor Sophomores, to cease your vain search for the royal road to knowledge; you, haughty Seniors, to acknowledge gracefully that you could have done better; and you. oh noble faculty, to prepare yourselves for honors innumerable and glory unbounded, which wc, the members of the good old class of '07 shall, within the next year, bring to our grand )ld Central High!

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CLASS Donald V. I E blossom out in 1908, you know, as we’re going to outsplendor any graduating class that ever went into silly raptures over little rolls of paper with blue ribbon around ’em. Ask anyone if we have not left a brilliant meteoric trail behind us even thus far in our intellectual flight, and hear the answer in a grand affirmative. Only for a little trait of modesty which we happen to have ingrained iti us, a quality which, by the way, seems to have been sadly lacking among the other classes for past periods, we might spout about last year’s achievements when on many glorious occasions we caused the other three aggregations to tear their hair in dragon-green envy, and beg us, with wet tears streaming down their cheeks again nc er to appear in the limelight of the Assembly stage, and so cruelly wrest their laurels away. But we will leave this space in the year book for the present first year children to sound their horn and go off into wild flights of imagined excellence, for it cannot be other than imaginary, sad to relate. Ah, the bare truth is out. No, the Freshmen have not come up to our standard and we feel confident that not until we have sideled through the arches of Old Central and perhaps even long afterward, will there come another first year class to fill our shoes satisfactorily. Well, what have we done this year, you ask? We have had a great representation in the societies for one thing. e have given some numbers in the hall that have at least kept the audience awake and sometimes saved the principal the necessity of marring the mahogany with his gavel. And don’t you try to deny it. pompous Juniors and Seniors, you have had to come to us for your styles; to see what color of band to wear on a “pancake” and whether a foot square OF 08 biENDRICKSON. hair ribbon or a more modest display of silk looks better from behind. And wait, we mustn’t skip athletics. Perhaps we didn t furnish a little avoirdupois for the foot ball team! At any rate we got a first in the j ole vault in the track meet, and a certain handsome youth came perilously close to nosing out the invincible Minton in the discus throw. True, the Sophomores didn't win anything in the Sons of the Revolution or the Sons of Rest contest, but with our grand future before us. it is preposterous to believe that our wealth of ability will not some day bring us home a whole basket full of medals. Confidence is our motto. ith such a noble watchword we climb blissfully up the broad steps of school life, overcoming obstacles or jumping over them as the case may be. Cong years after we have gone, the teachers shall look back and say. “Ah, there was a class once that would have stirred the very stones of Central to its acclamation and made the mortar sing its praises.” And now, Seniors, in the convulsion of feeling at parting, we forgive you all your faults and defects, and would that we might accompany you in the life to come, to be your aid and support over the difficulties and rough places; dear Juniors, who have tried to look down on us with such poor success, we cast aside all feelings and accept you as our equals; Sophomores. we shake hands with ourselves; Freshmen, we shall depart from the time honored custom of referring to you as immature cradle products, and but wish you well in all your efforts in the years to come. Again, begging your attention to our distinctive trait of modesty and demureness, we are very respectfully. The Sophomores of 1908.