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

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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.

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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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President, Ivan Seigrist. Vice-President, Lena Bumbargcr. Secretary, Fleta Donaldson. Treasurer, Barclay Moore. Sergeant-at-Arms, Amber Anderson. Sam’l Lucretius Historicus, Marea Newby. Critic, Moe Friedman. Adviser, Mr. W. A. Luby. 29 AN IDEAL SOCIETY Lena Bumharger, 07. U T SAY, Mr. President,” exclaimed a little red-faced man I tipping over a chair in his excitement, “we arc gatli-ered here, to-day to organize a society whereby our talents may be shown to the world. Of course this must be an ideal society if 1 am a member; so I move that we send a man over the world to visit other societies, to see how they are carried on.” The motion being carried, the president appointed a large man, with red hair and grey eyes, who looked capable of holding his own in any climate. A year or two passed away in which this man traveled from place to place, visiting different societies. One day, he was on the train thinking how hard it was to find a society which was actually an ideal one, when the whistle informed him the train was approaching a town. Looking out of the window, he saw a magnificent marble structure; it was hard to believe that this was a station, and upon asking someone near him, he saw and learned this city was Kansas City. Inquiring if there were any societies in that town, he was told Central High School was full of them. Getting off the train, he hurried through the crowded streets, to a large, handsome, brick building, the pride of Kansas City, Central High School. 1 le learned the societies were even then in session; so he decided to visit them. He first entered the room of the Cenrtal Webster Club; but the moment he learned it was entirely com- posed of boys, he left, disgusted, knowing that it was impossible to have an ideal society without girls. He next visited in turrt, the Central Shakespeare Club, Aristonian Literary Society, and the Minerva Literary Society. Although he found in these many of the brightest people of the school, still they could not reach his ideal. Thinking his task was indeed a hard one, he suddenly came upon a room from which he heard such orderly sounds, that he determined to enter. Inside was assembled the Society of Literature and History. Sitting down in a corner, he was immediately struck by the wise and calm faces he saw before him, and the order and dignity with which the meeting was conducted. It was composed of thirty-five boys and girls. He had come just in time to hear their program; listening attentively to each number of the program, he thought that at last his weary search was over and that he had indeed found a society which was, in every way, an ideal one. Delighted with his discovery, he remained in Kansas City two or three weeks, so that he might attend one or two more meetings of this society. He, therefore, went back to his home, much pleased bv what he could report to his friends. They straight way organized a society of their own, modeled after the Society of Literature and History of Central High School, a society well worthy of being taken as an example for others.