Central High School - Maroon and White Yearbook (Sioux City, IA)

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LETTERS T0 TIIE EDITDRS To The Editors: Greetings from an Old Timer who re- members when the Central High School build- ing was nothing but a blue print in an archi- tect's office and John W. Carey was the smartest boy in school. When Ralph Yeck wrote to me asking for a letter for your yearbook, it opened up a treasure of old memories, most of them rosy tinted as I looked back at them through the haze of many years. Only one dark cloud appeared in the picture and that was the gloom that hovered over my old report card, indelibly fixed in my memory by the monthly frowns of my parents and the, as I recall it, perpetual disfavor of my teachers. That I was the dumbest kid in school has lingered with me all my life and when Yeck related in his letter that my scholastic record was preserved in a bound volume in your of- fice, my old shame came back and I was al- most afraid to look. Fortunately he quoted my marks, and to my astonishment they were all above 80 and four of them in the 90's. I can't believe it. Either my memory has lied to me all of these many years or they have got John Carey's record mixed up with mine. Anyway my father and mother and teachers managed to make me believe that as a student I was a total flop, and I have spent all my life trying How NILJ w!Ll.IA.M, , . WETHIE-fr,V YELT' AX A ' HE LE HOME -ro x , E'N'T'ER, HIS FIRST ' W .C , YEAP, IN l IlfJ'lSCHOOL. ? lx g -L y L I ' M hVj.i N'- xl I' I Fl I.. 21.24.19 .42 f ,w Q.. .1430 wwf- A Q sf v ,IU ily f ln'g1Rf:lM'WHHH ' 1l......... i..i.iilsi2a.... rs. fx I ,Z ff' :moon - if f fi g e . K JL s ' U .':..' rx. Six!!! Ira !Qi241 - X ' 'fx X 'L .Ei I N - , f lx 1,1 V' ,W ' 45 7 ,A , R Ti. Q fre qw .BT-.I I lil 95 dX CARTOON DRAWN hy Ding Darling for the Record in the 20's. ' AND How iigfjntv warm Hr: Azmveo to prove that I wasn't. Maybe it was a good thing. With fond recollections and best wishes. Jay N. Darling Alias Ding Captiva, Florida. ROBERT BELLAIRE T0 STUDENTS To The Editors: When I graduated from Central High School in 1931, my class and I thought we were entering the outside world at the worst time in history. The country was in the depts of an unprecedented economic de- pression. Prospects for work were slim, and few of us could look forward to a college education on the family. No doubt some of you leaving Central High School this year and next will feel that you are the unluckiest class yet. But I think you are luckier than we were. Aside from economic depression, we came out in an era of disillusionment. The world, especially our country, was losing faith in itself. We were not standing up for our ideals, but seeking, without finding, contentment in cowardly wishful thinking. Today we are changing. We are stand- ing up for our rights and are fighting to pro- tect our ideals and the institutions which have sprung up from them. Today we can see where we are going, and we have an oppor- tunity to take a direct hand in it. We are building a new world, a world MR. HEITMAN AND ROBERT BELLAIRE inks-n when Mr, Hs-l ' II lmre spoke at Central last fa . -2-