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

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He thinks too just; such men arc dangerous. Would he were baser! But I fear him not; Vet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the one 1 should avoid So soon as this same Freshman. He reads much; He is a great observer; and he looks Quite through the deeds of men, lie is so wise. Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore they arc very dangerous. 1 rather tell thee what is to be fear’d Than what I fear; for always I am Senior. Jr. Away, proud fool! Senior, thou speak’st with such A self-conceit and ignorance that thou Do’st great exceed thy well fix’d fame for such. That Freshman is a much superior man, Especially so to you, is known and said By every one of able mind, an’ save Of course, himself; yea. even Soph’more here Perceives 'tis very so. What say you now? Sr. Just as before, that him 1 need not fear. Although he is both wondrous wise and apt. Jr. Why man. he doth bestride this narrow school Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonorable grades. Junior and Freshman: What should be in that “Freshman?” Why should that name be sounded more than mine? Write them together, mine is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with ’em, “Junior” will start a spirit as soon as “Freshman. Now, in the name of all the gods at once, Upon what breakfast-food doth Freshman feed. That he is grown so great? Yeas, thou art sham’d! Central, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods! When went there by a year, since Central’s birth, But it was fam’d with more than one man? When could they say till now, that talk’d of Central. That her wide halls encompass’d but one man? Now is it Central indeed, and central enough. When there is in it but one central man. O, you and I have heard our ciders say, There was a Senior once that would have brook’d The eternal devil to keep his state in Central As easily as the janitor doth. Sr. Strange! An’ if all this be so, 'twere passing strange, For 1 have heard it said that Freshman hath The failing sickness, aye, and hath it hard. Soph. No, Freshman hath it not; but you and I And boastful Junior, we have the failing sickness. Sr. Then must indeed This Freshman be a perilous man. Mcthinks He needs suppression, else we three become Unknown and unadmired by none at all. Ye gods, 1 know not how it may be done. We’ve bootless tried all ways known heretofore. Have tried to lead hint from his scrolls away With pleasures that do much attract; we then Have railed on him for studying so deep. Soph. Cease! 1 have a method for this means. We are agreed that Freshman cannot be Completely downed: that his triumphant race Can only be a little checked? Just so. My scheme is this: We all unite ourselves With Freshman in his earnest labors; then Do all that we may secretly to be A detriment to him. Jr. It must and shall He done, e’en though it ruin our small chance Of future class advancement; 'tis resolved That we will hinder him howe’er we may. [They arise.! These growing feathers pluck’d from Freshman’s wing Will make him fly an ordinary pitch. Who else would soar above the view of men And keep us all in servile fearfulness. [Exeunt Junior and Senior.! Soph. And after this let Freshman seat him sure; For we shall shake him, or worse day endure.

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JULIUS CAESAR (Corrupted Version) Clarence Mooney, ’10. 26 cr ro.rReiHY-1 ACT II. Scene i. Curtain rises, revealing an elaborately furnished sleeping apartment of ancient Roman type, decorated with blue and white ribbons and pennants. Several much unused school-scrolls lie scattered carelessly about. Enter Sophomore, Junior, and Senior, the latter two disguised. They nervously adjust their togas and glance about apprehensively while Sophomore locks the sliding-doors and peers under the couch. Soph. Now. friends, all is secure: we may without Least apprehension talk on that for which We meet together here- But first, I pray, Be seated. lThcV s,t Jr. You were best to make more sure. Sr. Go to, thou coward! What's to fear? jr An you Would work to thwart us, nothing; much, since you Try to assist. Soph. Comrads. it is not meet That we should wrangle thus among ourselves. For we all three must needs take common cause ’Gainst Freshman, else be lost. Thou know’st full well He hath this soon progressed so marvelous much That even now—'tis certain true—must we Perforce concede he is our better far. I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as this Freshman. I was born free as Freshman; so were you; Wc three have fed as well, and we can all Enjoy the teacher's scolds as well as lie: For once, upon a hot, depressing day. The troubled teacher chafing with his class, Freshman said to me, “Dar'st thou, softly, now To throw with me a sponge at teacher's head?” Upon his word, as frightened as I was, I had to take him up. I bade his throw. The teacher roar'd, and we did laugh at him Will lusty voices. Then he questioned me; But I. for motives good, knew wholly naught Of this embarrassment, lie next inquired About it through this Freshman, and the ass. In answer, uttered only truth; but yet He said not all he could, omitting that Which I had done. lie might as well have told The whole and spared some agony for me. For, after his fool doing. I was made To own part in the deed. And this man Is now become a god, and Soph’morc is A wretched creature and must bend his body. If Freshman carelessly but nod on him. Again! There was a time—this only once— He had no lesson, and he was in doubt When that the teacher bid him to recite. Then I did prompt, as we are wont to do. II is head he shaked; 'tis true, hi head he shaked; His countenance did with colour flush deep red. And that same eye whose bend doth awe the school Did grow in lustre; I did hear him say: “Think you, sirrah. I have no honor nor No self-esteem?” Yc gods, it doth amaze me A man of such an honest temper should So get the start of this majestic school And bear the palm alone. It doth astound! Sr. Y-e-e-s, in faith. Our Freshman has a good and honest look;

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SOCIETY OF LITERATURE AND HISTORY Mary Cook. Moe Friedman. Amis Nlcboalds, Blanch© Shadwell, Marca Newby. Harry Slichter, lVan Slegrist, William Fishman. Helen Falrland. Kva Thayer. Lillian Monahan. Bradford ost. Homer Love. Joe Mitchell. Flcta Donaldson. Katherine Siersdorfer, Nora Millard. Frances Canny, Homer Anderson. Gladstone Kellogg. Ethel Paul. Charles King, Barclay Moore, Lyle Logan, Kathleen Blanton. Robert Campbell. Lena Bumbarger. Ardls Baranger. May Leary. Louise Jones. Florence Benthrop. Myatt Lipscomb, William A. Luby Amber An«lerson.